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Burning of a Phoenix	By : AnonymousTigress Category: +M to R > Ronin Warriors Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AngelofBeauty88: Ha Ha See what happens when you leave. Both of your curiosities pop up in this chapter. Here’s your update!
Relmara: Wow. That had to be the longest review I have ever gotten before. Hmm, let’s see. Lol Glad my writing brings…good feelings. Lol Not much of Kento and Dais, mostly due to me not writing about them much and trying to decide how to portray their relationship. As for an orgy, well….we’ll see. I hope you were able to get enough water.
Harlow: Ooh. New reviewer. Thank you for the compliments. I’ve actually stemmed off on my OCs in this story. Before, when I first started writing fan fics, mine were front and center. Not a Mary Sue, but darn close. These ones are made to play minor rolls in helping me move the story along. Hope you enjoy chapter 6 when you get to it. Some words are repeated just out of pure habit and the paragraphs…well, I find this format suits me better. You should have seen my fat, chunky paragraphs when I first started. Not a pretty sight. I’m glad you like it, though.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sage surveyed his prey as he circled slowly around the bed. He didn’t know what to do with the defenseless ronin first. So much to do, so little time to do it in.
He decided to play with the little ronin’s senses.
Sage slipped out of his own loose pants before climbing onto the bed. He sat up on the bed where the tip of his erect penis was rubbing against Ryo’s cheek. In his drugged state, Ryo turned his head away, but he didn’t get far.
Sage slipped a hand through his hair to the other side of his head. He held his head firmly with that hand while using the other to trace circles on his prey’s cheek with his pre-cum. He let out a low groan, causing Ryo to shiver. He watched the ronin swallow and stick his tongue out to wet his dry lips.
This gave the blonde a wonderful idea. He rubbed a thin film of pre-cum on his finger before tracing his finger over Ryo’s lips. He moved his hand out of reach when Ryo weakly tried to bite at him. He gripped the brunette’s hair harder, causing the man to whimper.
Another finger pressed against his closed mouth. Unable to do anything else, Ryo opened his mouth and licked up the substance on the finger. It was a bitter taste that left a sour taste in his mouth as the finger left. He started when something that was not a finger pressed against his lips. Using what little strength he had control over, Ryo kept his lips pressed together.
It seemed the little flame was going to give him a little bit of a fight. Sage yanked his head painfully to the side where his member pressed hard enough to touch Ryo’s teeth through his lips. He leaned down to whisper in Ryo’s ear.
“If you’re still thirsty, then open up. This is all you’re going to get.” He leaned in. “And if you even think of biting me, I’ll find your precious mortal and do far worse to her.”
It was with great reluctance that Ryo opened his mouth. He wasn’t thirsty, but his head was clear enough to hear the blonde’s threat. He thought he was going to be sick when the hard member slipped into his mouth. He kept his teeth tucked so as not to accidentally bite the warlord.
He whimpered when the member pressed against the back of his throat. If the warlord kept that up, then he really would be sick. A dark chuckle echoed in his ear and the pressure was pulled back.
“Not used to taking it in the mouth, huh? Poor little ronin. You don’t know what you’ve been missing,” Sage told him.
Ryo laid back and didn’t even try to fight off Sage as he fucked his mouth. There was a significantly tiny bit of a blessing that the blonde warrior didn’t quicken his pace. He kept it nice and slow, as if savoring the feeling.
And savor, he did. The ronin’s mouth was hot; hotter than any other mouth he had felt below the belt. He was surprised by how quickly he felt himself coming to release. A small splash of pre-cum hit Ryo’s tongue and he recoiled back. Sage hissed a harsh reminder.
“Swallow it.”
Ryo let out a quiet whimper. It only took two more thrusts for Sage to come. Ryo’s mouth and throat flooded with the horrible tasting liquid. He couldn’t do much else, but swallow. A thumb rubbed at his throat, assisting him in the process.
It didn’t stop a little bit from dribbling down his chin as Sage pulled out. Sage leant down and licked up the small trail before forcing Ryo’s mouth open with his own. Sage mapped out the other boy’s mouth with his own before pulling back.
Sliding down on the bed, Sage rolled his body on top of Ryo who let out a slightly pained groan. Sage’s chuckle shook his prey’s body from under him. Sage brought one hand up to the side of his face to play with the blindfold and the other down to his hip.
“The taste of such inexperience…hmm, delicious. I’m even willing to bet you’re still a virgin,” Sage whispered in his ear.
You...would lose…that bet, Ryo said to himself.
Feeling a bit more energized, Ryo thrust his body upwards. He managed to jar Sage slightly, but not enough to throw him off completely. Sage chuckled as he rubbed Ryo’s hip bone with his thumb.
“A fighter to the end, Wildfire? It’s unfortunate I don’t have more time to spend with you. I bet I could get a lot more reactions out of you.” Chuckle. “I bet the others would love to have you in their bed, too.”
Ryo was glad for the blindfold. He would have loathed to see the warlord as he played with his body. Right now, he was begging for him to just finish whatever he had in mind.
[Sage.]
The warlord groaned as he laid his forehead down on Ryo’s chest. Seems he had less time than he thought.
[Yeah?]
[Anubis is ready for you. Bring the ronin.]
Sage mumbled several curses out loud. He sat up on Ryo’s stomach and reached out to pull down the blindfold. Sage smirked as Ryo slowly blinked up at him.
“Good night, Ryo.”
Sage pressed down on a part of his neck and Ryo blacked out. Sage reached further up and unlocked the chains from around his wrists. There was dark bruising on the wrists. Either Ryo had been pulling harder than he had thought or Cye had locked them in very tight.
Sage stood up from the bed and retrieved his pants. After pulling them on, Sage summoned his subarmor. He slid one hand under Ryo’s neck and the other under his upper thighs. He easily lifted the unconscious ronin up into his arms.
He willed himself and his prey away. They reappeared beside Anubis inside a large and well-lit room. Beside Anubis was a raised platform that had similar markings on its sides to those Cale had painted on Ryo’s body.
Sage stepped up to the platform and laid Ryo’s body down as instructed by Anubis.
“Go join the others. I’ll call you when the ritual is done,” Anubis told him.
“Don’t take long, ‘nubis.”
Sage disappeared as Anubis chuckled. The dark-haired warlord stood in his subarmor and stepped up to the platform. He ran light hands over the unconscious ronin’s body and the markings Cale had drawn.
“I bet you didn’t see this coming, Wildfire. You knew we were after you, but I’m sure you thought we wanted to turn you. Turn you like we did your former allies.” Chuckle. “But that’s not our intent.”
Anubis circled around the platform before bending down to whisper in Ryo’s ear.
“We’ve been planning this from the start. Since we saw the immense power of the Wildfire and the white armor. This ritual will strip the Wildfire armor from you; both the physical from your body and the spiritual from your soul.”
Anubis brought a hand up to the markings on Ryo’s abdomen. He ran his middle finger one of the lines. The line glowed green and Ryo gave a great gasp as his body arched off the platform. Anubis chuckled in his ear.
“This ritual is said to be an unbearable pain for the…‘sacrifice.’ Very few survive the ritual. If you somehow do manage to survive, we might just keep you around as a pet.”
Anubis stood back up and held his hands over Ryo’s body while lowering his head. He started chanting in a foreign language. All of the markings started to glow on the ronin’s body.
“Bastard!”
Unknown to Anubis, as he started the ritual, Ryo’s spirit stood a few feet back from the platform. He had appeared suddenly after Anubis had first touched the markings on his body. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard in the warlord leader’s confession.
Anubis was right. He thought they had planned to torture him and poison his mind until he saw it their way. Anubis kept his head down and chanted in a strange language Ryo had never heard before.
Ryo gasped. He could feel it. He could feel his armor separating from him. It was like a live puppet whose strings were being cut.
“You can’t do this. Stop!” Ryo shouted.
But his shouts went unheard. He bent over with his arm around his stomach. Gods, did it hurt! Anubis hadn’t been kidding?!
“I can help.”
Ryo’s head snapped to the side.
A figure stood leaning against a pillar with his gaze on Ryo. The muscular man stood at 6’1” with short-cropped dark blonde hair. He wore dark blue jeans with a dark gray shirt and dark-colored leather jacket and a pair of boots. He pushed himself off the wall and slowly approached Ryo. As he got closer, Ryo realized that the strange man’s eyes were a strangely unique dark silver-gray.
Ryo stared at him confused. How was it that this man could see and hear him? Anubis couldn’t. So how could he?
The man chuckled.
“Do you truly not know who I am?” Smirk. “You should. I am, after all, the one who gave you that pretty little bracelet around your wrist.”
Ryo gasped as he fell to his knees. He could feel the painful tearing of his armor from his body and soul. At the same time, he realized just who he was speaking with.
“I never wanted it,” Ryo spat angrily.
The man chuckled before crouching down in front of him. The stranger brought a flat hand under his chin and used the tips of his fingers to lift his head.
“You have persisted in denying it since the day my servant put it there. But they have left you no choice. You will not survive the removal of your armor and your precious friends will fall with the entire Mortal Realm. Is that really what you want, Ryo?” he asked.
Ryo’s gaze zipped over to Anubis. He could feel the strings to his armor snapping, one by one. Anubis was close to finishing. The man was right. He didn’t have long.
“What…? What would accepting it entail?” Ryo murmured.
The man smirked. His eyes changed from dark silver-gray to light gray to dark amber.
“You will accept your new position. You will be able to summon me, when in need of assistance. I will train you in all that I know and you will learn. And when you are ready, I will pass my power down to you,” he told him.
Ryo could feel the truth in his words. The demon had no reason to lie to him. Ryo knew his body was on the verge of dying as he arched his back. From on the platform, he watched his physical body do the same. A small red orb was forming over the center of his body.
“Okay. Okay. Please just make it stop. Stop him,” Ryo begged.
The man pulled his hand back and clapped his hands together before standing.
“A very good decision, my young apprentice.”
Ryo gasped as he saw the symbol on the metal button closure glow. His body slowly came down to the ground and he curled up into a ball. He couldn’t suppress the pitiful whimper that escaped him.
He watched through blurred vision as the man calmly walked across the room. He stepped up behind the chanting warlord with a sly grin on his face. His chuckle echoed in the chamber.
“You won’t be taking my apprentice that easily.”
He reached his hand out to touch Anubis on the shoulder. At the touch, Anubis’ eyes rolled back unexpectedly and he slumped to the ground out like a light.
Ryo still lay on the ground gasping when the man reached out to grab the small glowing red orb. He turned his smirk over to Ryo as his body convulsed on the floor.
“Time to wake up, apprentice.”
The man snapped his wrist, slinging the orb down into Ryo’s body. His spirit disappeared and Ryo’s eyes shot up. He gasped as his body struggled to breathe.
The biggest shock was when the man leaned over him with a raised eyebrow.
“Do you require mouth-to-mouth?” he asked, smirking.
Ryo gave another gasp as he rolled his body off the platform and to his feet. He staggered away from the platform, shaking his head and cursing. He glared at his rescuer.
“From you? I would rather have hell hounds use me as a chew toy,” Ryo spat.
Ryo watched in surprise as the man just disappeared. Ryo had blinked and he suddenly wasn’t there. He turned his head and jumped back at seeing the man standing right next to him.
“I saved your life and that’s the thanks I get? Hmm? Then perhaps I shouldn’t tell you how to wash away these marks permanently so they can’t try this again.”
The man glanced over the platform at the unconscious warlord.
“And perhaps next time, I will let him finish the ritual.”
Ryo’s glare intensified.
“You won’t let that happen. You’ve wanted me as your apprentice for a long time. You’re not about to give that up,” Ryo growled.
The man stared. Then his face broke out in his favored smirk.
“I had forgotten what a clever apprentice I now have. Very well. We must go. Who knows when the rest of his pack will show?” the man said.
Ryo looked around. He didn’t see any exits. Plus, he realized that his things were still well hidden back in his room at the inn.
“Will yourself there, boy. Close your eyes. Imagine the place. And just…be there.”
Ryo closed his eyes and reluctantly listened to the older male. Like the warlords were able to do, Ryo disappeared with the flickering of the candles in the chamber.

/……/

After retrieving his items, Ryo followed his ma…the demon’s instructions. On the way there, Ryo gargled water in his mouth and spat it out in the grass. He wanted that horrible taste out of his mouth. After this, he was going for a bottle of mouthwash and a toothbrush and toothpaste.

The two men found a special, secluded pond under the light of the full moon. Ryo dropped his retrieved backpack at the base of a tree. Blushing as red as his armor, Ryo stripped himself bare in front of the man before dipping down into the surprisingly warm water.
“You needn’t worry, apprentice. Your body is not to my liking. Not that it would do me any good.”
Despite the low murmuring, Ryo still heard him. Ryo waded out to the center of the pool floated on his back and closed his eyes.
“I wish you wouldn’t call me that,” Ryo mumbled.
Snort. “It’s what you are.”
“I have a name.”
“Yes. Wildfire.”
Ryo sighed. It was no use arguing with him. He felt the warm water wash over his markings.
“What’s next?” Ryo murmured.
“Repeat after me, Ryo. Irmied lil irmied, dawl g��ad-dawl.”
Ryo repeated the words in his head before speaking them out loud. The man nodded, although Ryo couldn’t see him.
“Jie��u lura l-poter, miktuba bil-linka, fuq ġilda innoċenti.”
“Jie��u lura l-poter, miktuba bil-linka, fuq ġilda innoċenti.”
Ryo was surprised by how easily the language flowed from his mouth. He was sure he had never heard or spoken the language before. Yet, to his ears, he sounded fluent.
He felt an invisible brush-like sensation painting over the markings.
“Qawwa tal-qamar, l-enerġija ta 'l-ispirti, siġill dan il-bastiment.”
“Qawwa tal-qamar, l-enerġija ta 'l-ispirti, siġill dan il-bastiment.”
Ryo let out a breathy sigh as he felt the ink finally disappear. He felt as though a key was being pressed into a keyhole on his chest and something was locked away.
“Relax, apprentice. You’ll live to fight another day. That pack of wolves won’t find you here.”
Ryo did relax and stayed floating on his back. He relaxed even more when he felt the man’s presence leave. It made his skin crawl to have made such a deal with the devil. He knew he would regret it in the long run, but he was determined more than ever now to do what he had to do to survive.
END OF CHAPTER SEVEN
Full translation: (English) Ashes to ashes, light to light. Take back the power, written in ink, upon innocent skin. Power of the moon, power of the spirits, seal this vessel. ==== (Maltese) Irmied lil irmied, dawl g��ad-dawl. Jie��u lura l-poter, miktuba bil-linka, fuq ġilda innoċenti. Qawwa tal-qamar, l-enerġija ta 'l-ispirti, siġill dan il-bastiment.
Author’s Note: The strange man for whom I have not yet identified is made to look like Dean Winchester from Supernatural. It is not Dean, but this particular character is made to look like him.
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