Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Alone With You	By : WilderKaiserin Category: +G to L > Jyu-Oh-Sei Views: 1342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: WilderKaiserin does not own Jyu-Oh-Sei or make any money off of these fanfics

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
Chen finally declared Zagi recovered enough to leave the bunker. Though still weak, he welcomed the freezing air and harsh wind, leaning heavily on Thor’s shoulder. The sky was laced with violet and gold, the rim of the sun just barely touching the horizon.

“Sunrise,” he said quietly. “It’s been this long…”

Thor looked at Zagi, wishing he could do something more. The other man was so tired, so different from whom he’d been just a few weeks ago. His arrogance was muted, the fight gone out of him – and now, faced with the day, he couldn’t even muster the strength to care.

“Zagi…”

“Shut up, Thor,” he muttered, staring at the ground. “We don’t want your adoring public thinking you give a damn.”

With a tremendous effort, he pushed away from Thor and stood on his own, breathing heavily, but relying only on himself for the first time in over a month. Thor took a step toward him, and Zagi stepped back and snarled.

“Leave me alone.”

Zagi staggered away, and Thor could only watch him go. He took note of where the other man went, but didn’t follow. He knew that Zagi needed time.

---

Zagi stared blankly at the beginning of sunrise. The event lasted over a week on Chimaera, and had once been the cause of grand celebrations throughout the Rings. He had abolished that tradition in Blanc, of course – why waste resources on something so foolish? – but he knew that no one would be celebrating this year.

The Night Ring was obliterated, its few remaining members still raging at the fact that Zagi lived. The Sun Ring’s people were too busy killing each other. The Ochre and Blanc Rings were the most stable, the closest to disbandment and assimilation, but they felt no desire to throw any kind of a party.

It was almost sad.

Zagi laughed at himself, wincing as pain shot along his scar. The wound had closed, but it was far from fully healed. The former Top wasn’t sure it ever would be.

He should have hated Thor. Hated the Jyu-Oh for turning him into this wreck of a person.

Zagi closed his eyes. He couldn’t hate Thor. Hating Thor was almost as ridiculous as loving Thor.

Zagi couldn’t let himself love anything. He’d done it once, and look where that had gotten him. If he hadn’t loved her, he wouldn’t have hurt her. If he hadn’t hurt her, she wouldn’t have run to Thor. If she hadn’t run to Thor, she wouldn’t be dead. And if she wasn’t dead and Thor wasn’t an idiot, Zagi wouldn’t be a half-crippled mess.

So he couldn’t love Thor. But he couldn’t hate him.

Thor didn’t love him, either. Zagi knew that, and he knew that it was better this way. But he couldn’t help the entirely unpleasant thought that Thor would cut this off soon. He had said that it would have to stop. And that was unacceptable. Zagi wanted Thor, and he would have him.

A small smile touched his lips, and he got to his. Slowly, he made his way back toward the fortress.

---

To Zagi’s annoyance, Thor was not alone in the bunker, but accompanied by Chen and Rada. He almost turned around and left immediately, but unfortunately, Thor had seen him.

“Zagi, don’t go. We could use your help,” said Thor.

“No, you couldn’t. I’m going back outside.”

Thor grabbed his arm before he could get out the door.

“Stop pushing yourself. You’re still –”

“Pitiful? Thanks, Thor, you’re helping.”

Chen shifted uncomfortably in her chair, debating whether or not she should leave.

“Thor, I should go,” she finally said. “I need to get back to the clinic.”

The Jyu-Oh dismissed her, and Rada followed the woman out. As soon as the door shut behind them, Thor slammed Zagi against the wall, barely noticing the other man’s sharp, painful intake of breath.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he almost yelled.

“Fuck off, Jyu-Oh,” Zagi hissed. “I’m too tired to deal with your shit right now.”

Without a word, Thor pinned Zagi’s arm to the wall and kissed him, hard and deep, the way Zagi always did. The violet eyes widened for a moment before he let go and allowed Thor to take charge for once.

The younger man had gotten better at this. Zagi shivered as Thor’s hands slid under his shirt and eventually pulled it over his head.

Thor paused, looking at the ugly, knotted scar. His eyes squeezed shut.

“Zagi…” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Shut up,” said Zagi, pinning Thor, recapturing the younger’s lips and making short work of his jacket and shirt. “I should’ve known you were too stupid to take the lead.”

Zagi’s hands were practiced, clearly experienced, and Thor couldn’t help but wonder who had come before him. But he didn’t have much time to think – Zagi didn’t give him the chance.

Blanc Ro was aggressive, just on the edge of violent. Thor let out a little yelp as Zagi bit down on his collarbone and his fingers trailed down Thor’s spine. The younger man’s fingers dug into Zagi’s back, yanking him closer almost involuntarily. Zagi laughed into Thor’s shoulder and nipped his throat.

Thor’s arms draped around the taller man’s neck, and he caught Zagi’s hand when it wandered close, his tongue flicking out around the other’s fingers. Zagi grinned.

“Eager, are we?” he murmured. Thor couldn’t quite manage words, but he released a low moan when Zagi’s hands reached his hips. “Turn around.”

One hand slid into Thor’s pants, gripping his ass, and he whimpered with nervous anticipation. It explored lower, traveling down until that spit-slicked finger could tease at him, touching lightly before drawing away, over and over. Thor keened loudly, and would have been thankful for locked doors and soundproof walls if he still had any sense of reason.

“Put it…in,” he gasped, turning red with embarrassment and lust. He felt Zagi smirk against his neck.

Thor almost cried out when the first finger slipped into him, and he knew he’d never do this with anyone else; he wasn’t even sure he was okay with Zagi. The older man whispered nonsense in his ear, like he was soothing a wounded animal, and another digit slid into Thor’s body, surprising a sharp gasp from him.

“Ah!” Thor shuddered under Zagi’s touch, and he tightened around those fingers as they pushed deeper into him. “Zagi…”

“Tell me,” Zagi hissed. “Tell me what you want.”

Thor leaned against the wall, panting. His hips twitched every time Zagi’s fingers moved.

“Fuck…me…” he finally gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as his hands curled into fists against the wall.

Zagi smirked.

“Now that’s more like it,” he whispered.

A low whine started in the back of Thor’s throat as Zagi positioned himself, removed his fingers, and pressed against the younger man.

“You ready?” he asked teasingly.

“I told you to fuck me, you son of a bitch,” Thor spat, almost shocked at his own behavior.

Zagi complied. He buried himself in Thor’s body in one smooth motion, and Thor released a short scream, half pleasure half pain. The younger man’s back arched, and Zagi kept a firm hold on Thor’s hips as the younger one shuddered, so tight it almost hurt.

“Zagi…!” Thor managed to gasp. “Wait…it hurts…”

“Only one way to fix that, baby,” said Zagi, stroking Thor’s hair with one hand and running the other up and down his spine, loving the way Thor twitched and trembled at his attentions. He started to move, pulling away only to drive himself deeper into Thor.

Gradually, the yips and whines of pain gave way to long, loud moans, and Zagi breathed almost as hard as Thor. Their bodies shone with sweat.

“Fuck, Thor…” Zagi breathed.

He wasn’t really surprised when Thor came first, throwing back his head and letting out a choked scream, but Zagi wasn’t far behind him. They sank to the floor.

Thor collapsed against Zagi, exhausted and almost drunk on the sensation. He had never imagined anything like this – every mention of sex in his life had been in the context of having children. He could never have considered this – the feeling of Zagi inside him, connected so intimately, and how sensitive he could be.

Once he caught his breath, but before the haze had left his mind, Thor spoke without thinking.

“Who was it? Before me?”

He felt Zagi tense, and a long, controlled breath escaped him.

“That’s what you have to say? Really, Thor?” he almost laughed.

Thor frowned and turned to look at Zagi, who sighed and gave him a slightly dirty look.

“Let’s just say I knew her a lot longer and a lot better than you did. And I have to go.” Zagi unceremoniously shoved Thor off of him and retrieved his clothes. “You might want to clean up,” he said as he disappeared into the cold.

Thor put a hand to his face, shaking his head.

Idiot. I’m an idiot.
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Alone With You