Giving In

Disclaimer: I do not own Angel Sanctuary. It is the sole property of Yuki Kaori.

:::Giving In:::

.:Chapter Two.:

My tears are red. Blood red.
Downright ugly, compared to your own.

So clear, so sweet.
How sweet would your own blood taste? Would it change to bitter and stale, if I were to slit your throat here, right now?
Would you thank me, yet again, for wiping out your life?

///I kiss you on the head, murmuring reassurances that I have never heard for myself. ///

That I had, \'challenged fate\' for you, as you so poetically put it?


///I stroke your cheek, and you tremble ever so slightly. ///

I guess you wouldn\'t.
This boy is your own. You handpicked him out of the thousands of reincarnations that you could have chosen, and deigned him the role of saving the world.
You wouldn\'t let anyone else get their claws in him *that* deep. Poor boy.

///I strengthen my grip on your arms for a moment by some emotion unfamiliar to me, and you whimper. ///

You think that you chose poor little Setchan because he has the strength you didn\'t have. A compassion, an innocence that believed.

///I ghost my fingers along your jawline, and you widen your eyes. ///

You\'re wrong.
And because you\'re wrong, you\'re going to regret it.


///How much time has passed? I don\'t know. You, on the other hand, seem to be all too aware of it. ///

You\'re also going to regret that you left me, all these years, in this wilderness of humanity.

///You\'re kissing me with all that abandon, all that warm, humane essence you have. I probably should take things in my own hands now, but I\'m quite content with how things are right now. ///

I\'ve caught something that should never have been allowed to touch me, this hateful King of Hades.

///I tangle my hands in your hair, not quite the fine blond hair of the angels, but more like nettles, roughly wrought by my own hand from the fiery depthes of Hell. Fitting for the crown of a Savior. Even as you nip at me with an animalistic growl, ///

Desire.


/// ...I find the thought of your belonging in Hell somewhat pleasing. The moonlight filtering in from the hole in the roof suits you quite well. ///

Not the desire, the fierce yearning for freedom, for the ability to act with abandon. The desire that kept me moving when it became too much for me with a rage too terrible for any to touch, the desire that gave me the final burnish that would draw to me many a demon-to-be like moths to a flame.

///But I would like to see how you look under my own Tsukuyomi, blood red. The color of your lips... ///

The same desire that, with its intensity, forced me to push away one of the few things I came close to treasuring in my past life. My brother.

///I open the eyes I didn\'t notice closing, just in time to see you pulling away, glaring at me with your eyes that retain the pale azure of Heaven. Should I take them out, just to make my illusion seem more realistic? I could always grant you an \'Evil Eye,\' freshly wrestled from a forbidden fruit of a love between Angels... ///

/// ...with your healing powers as the reincarnation of an Organic Angel, you should have no problem adapting to the foreign organ of an i-child. ///

What I\'ve caught is something much, much less.

A selfish, petty desire.
Which is all the more fulfilling because of it.

Maybe I should try it out, before you and the rest of your oh-so holy nation wake up to the problem you have at hand.

Yes, I believe I should.

Let my rational mind leave me, let my darkness have reign, for just this small instant.
Because both you and I know, that in the end, we are always too rational. The two creations God intended as weapons of mass destruction, too dangerous to be used by any.

Too obedient to our Maker to ever do anything that would wreak such havoc that He would have to change his plans.

Ironical, isn\'t it?
Perhaps this little scrap of a boy could change it all. Fierce, but in the way a bitch is fierce.
And to complete his training on Earth to become the ultimate bitch, protector of all his little human whelps, I\'m going to lend a hand.



* * *
I\'m growling at Him.
His eyes that are supposed to be black, glint the color of unrelenting metal, and his lips hold a thinness that he never shows in the daytime.

Even so, I can\'t help staring longingly at his collarbone.
I want to nip, suck at it. At a collarbone of a stranger that looks like my senpai.

Mark him, and show him who\'s in control right now, and wipe of that look on His face.

That look, as if he were thinking about someone else.


Sara was weak, Sara was frail.
I let her go because I knew that, and I knew she wouldn\'t be able to hold me, that she couldn\'t manage me.

He was different.

He was probably the reason why I found myself going back to Kira senpai over and over again.
This entity, cold, hard, strong, and angry enough to match me.

He returns my glare with an unreadable gaze.


Finally, he pulls me in with an answering growl, hard enough to leave bruises.
I don\'t care, I\'ll be leaving enough marks of my own. We hold unto each other strong enough to strangle, and keep on kissing. Battling our tongues, seeing which could bring more pleasure and more pain. It\'s sloppy enough to let us breath, its intense enough to keep us together.

He can manage me.

He can handle me.

And that\'s why I\'m not going to allow Him to go wandering off into dreamland while we\'re together.







*Flashback

I\'ve ruined Senpai\'s uniform, I\'m sorry for that at least, but I can\'t do a thing about it. He was the one who initiated it, anyway.


He somehow knew that I was ready to get into trouble again, just for the sake of it.

He was somehow there to stop me.
Like he always does.


Why couldn\'t he have left me alone? I was just going to blow off some steam. I\'d found the perfect guys, ugly, stupid brutes that had just enough brains not to go to the cops when it was over. We\'d got rid of the usual passerbys in the parking lot, and were just starting the verbal sparring to give the fight a little shine. That\'s where Kira senpai came in.

\"Just look at these beautiful cars!\"
He gestured to a particularly horrible, disfigured Honda.

\"We can\'t have you boys playing around these, can we? Now Se-tsu-chan, what did I tell you about fighting?\"

And with the most beautiful sneer I\'d ever seen, he sent me flying into said Honda.
I don\'t know what happened after that, but when I woke up, I was snuggled up between his legs. We were in some nondescript warehouse, nondescript except for the fact it was so dark...

Maybe not, but it seemed like that at first. Once my eyes got used to it, I found there was plenty of moonlight coming in from a big, jagged hole in the ceiling.



It hurt so much, then. Not the fact that Sara\'d left me, really. I was the one who planned everything so she could do exactly what she did without a conscience.

It just felt as if I had been rejected by... I honestly don\'t know. Maybe it felt like all humanity had turned its back on me.
Sitting with my back to him, in the silence, in the dark, I started to shake with the anger I had pent up in me, thanks to Kira senpai. Not directed at anyone in particular, it went out to the closest target. I gave Kira senpai a punch meant for the face.

He caught it with his hand.
Tut-tutting, he manevuered me back to my original postition, shutting out any protests. Tucking my head under his chin, he held me there, murmuring in my ear.


I sat there.

Like the earrings he\'s given me, Kira senpai blankets me with his presence, protecting me from myself. From my own unrest.
If it had been anyone else, I don\'t know what I might have done.

Still, the animal rages inside me.

It\'s rearing its ugly head, already poising for the kill.

I hold it in.
I calm again with the feel of senpai\'s fingers playing with my hair, touching me.

Touching me.
Touching my cheeks, wiping away the tears I didn\'t know were there.


After a while, I begin to fell things I\'m not supposed to feel. At least not with senpai.
His hand ghosts along my jaw, and I turn around and gasp. He looks at me, with a strangely nonemotional expression.
And that\'s all it takes to find me back to where I started. That, feeling, returns with a vengeance. It isn\'t anger any more, more like a rising of something beast-like in me, a rage, a

blood-lust of sorts. I feel the urge to conquer, to startle some feeling into the mask Kira senpai has over his features...

*End Flashback




We\'re both shirtless, or at least I am.

Kira senpai\'s shirt lie in tatters at his wrists. They look like white lace to me, white lace cuffs I had placed there. It doesn\'t help that it looks as if he\'s been through pretty rough treatment. My teeth marks are all over him, especially around his shoulders and neck, and his hair is mussed up with all my grabbing and pulling. I also like the way the rest of the school uniform -black slacks that don\'t look good or bad, no matter what you do with them- is hanging off his hips.
I feel a bit proud, even smug, getting that done to him.


I make the mistake of letting it show.

Suddenly I\'m knocked against the wall a few feet higher than I should be, and I can\'t help the groan that escapes my throat, the same throat he\'s nipping on so viciously. We\'re both standing now, and he\'s holding me, by the throat, off my feet, leaving me at his mercy.

I think I\'m just on the verge of suffocating.
Whatever it is we\'re doing now, I don\'t think I could ever have enough of it. I look up at the moonlight filtering in through the darkness, and I wish the sun would never come up. I don\'t know why, but I feel that the sun would bringe with it a change to everything that\'s happening here.

A nip at my ear brings me back to His voice.

And that\'s when I realize that, whatever is in front of me, it isn\'t Kira senpai.
At least, it isn\'t the Kira senpai I know.

You stare at me from under your hair, with those grey eyes. Your left eye has a tattoo that\'s barely reminiscent of the sun, only that the cold intensity of your eyes give away that the flame comes from the fires of Hell.


You tut quietly, and lick my ear ever so slowly, breathing on it so it\'s hard to listen to what you\'re saying.
\"Who\'s not paying attention now, boy?\"

I recognize the challenge for what it is, but I find that I can\'t move. At first I think that I\'ve lost my nerve from all the sensation.
Then I realize the scariest thing in my life. I\'m enthralled. I\'m drunk on your essence, drunk on your gaze.

I finally find my voice. It comes out in a whimper.




I throw my head back and practically cackle.

Not bothering to hide my smirk, I show you my fangs in a toothy grin as I release my wings.

Your expression does not change.

Your eyes plead for me, for something you do not know, but already crave.


Why not?

\"Be a good little bitch, and I\'ll give you what you want.\"









R/R! Tell me what *you* want, I\'m pretty open to ideas right now.