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Before The Arson Charge	By : ThePhizz Category: +S to Z > Slayers Views: 1809 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Before the Arson Charge

Warnings: Pegging, lots of dialogue, over three thousand words, drama that turned somehow into humor.

Rating: R

The prompt:

June 5:-Amelia/Zelgadis: pegging - The stones made having sex the traditional way impossible, but there were other options...

The fill:

It was almost a letdown when the two finally got their act together and admitted they were a couple. Lina’s jokes, grating, eventually became so repetitive that not even she could muster the energy to make them. Gourry hardly seemed to notice in the first place. Xellos just winced a little more around them, but otherwise was his usual worthless self. Filia put her hands together and looked smug, as though she’d had something to do with it.

Amelia was her same ridiculous self. Sure, there were more mentions of the word love along with big meaningful looks in his direction when she would climb atop the tallest thing she could find. But their relationship didn’t stop that tree branch from snapping to send her to the ground with a scream.

And it didn’t stop Zelgadiss from rolling his eyes, before slowly making his way over to her before a bandit got over his shock and remembered to try and hurt her.

The only real change came about when they were alone, something that used to make him feel relieved. He’d used to sigh when the others left since it left him without any curious eyes watching to see if he would actually make a move on her. With only Amelia, he was free of any judgment. She only looked up with those miraculous blue eyes and seemed to understand exactly what he wanted, whether it was space or to cuddle, or to allow him to wrestle with her bra strap.

Any time she got frustrated was when he was too afraid to take things any further, which would make Amelia grit her teeth and possibly bash her forehead against something. “Mo, Mister Zelgadiss, it’s fine.”

And everything seemed fine, that horrifying calm before the storm, that silence before the ice cracked beneath your feet. It finally came after Amelia slipped upstairs early while the others wrestled over dessert and Filia got into an argument with the Mazoku over what type of pie was better. Zelgadiss had just watched her with an almost good-natured suspicion over the rim of his cup while she made her way to their rooms.

The actual crack of the breaking ice came when he had enough of dodging maces and strawberries to go back to his room, only to find Amelia lying on his bed in absolutely nothing but a smile and the glow of candlelight. Once he got over his first instinct to apologize and run away, he had to throw himself in the room and barricade the door out of fear of someone walking in, yelling at Amelia that Gourry would be back any minute.

“Amelia! Get up! Get dressed! Get out!” Running around, extinguishing candles.

“Zelgadiss! I told Gourry to get another room tonight.”

“You planned this?” Zelgadiss paused. “You think he’ll remember that?”

“Sure he will.” Pure optimism speaking through her. But then she was holding her arms out for him, and the way she did it had made certain things bounce besides her hair, and Zelgadiss found himself holding her while she tore at his belt. She’d never seen him naked before, which was enough to make him for a split second until she slid a hand down his underwear.

“Really. I don’t know about this.”

She was too busy carefully peeling his shirt off, cooing a little with an adorable blush darkening her cheeks over his chest, to argue back. It nearly made him smirk, even as he protested her removing his shoes and socks, when she pushed him onto the bed, when he had to help her slide his pants and underclothes off. Her touch all gentle but too curious to be shy. In-between the kisses, her hand found that still somewhat sensitive spot of his, curled around it and squeezed enough to make his eyes flicker and his own hand to grab hers and wonder whether or not to stop.

“Oh, please, Mister Zelgadiss.” She seemed unable to not call him that in moments of stress. “Please. Just let me.”

It was simply too easy to just lie there and watch that pale white hand wrap around his length, watch her use a modified Vis Farank that made him blush and wonder how long really she’d been planning all this. Easy to just close his eyes with an almost smile and let her do whatever she wanted. It was Amelia, after all, and with her it was easier sometimes to not fight her, at least not if one wanted to leave with their body parts intact, one of those things he admired about her…

“Ow!”

Zelgadiss cracked an eye. “Hm?”

Somehow, she gotten down near his crotch and was holding her mouth and grimacing. The muttered healing spell made him sit up.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. Fine. Calm down.” She flapped her hands at his worried expression. “Just lay back down.

“Close your eyes and lay back down.

“You look so sweet like that. Like you're sleeping.”

“Do you enjoy that? Is there something I should know about you, Amelia?”

“Shush.” Her hands were on his chest, eyes half-shut and voice soothing. “You're so lovely.”

“Don't say that.” He could feel his face burning all the way to his ears.

“But you do.” Amelia cooed, fingers tracing scars. “And you're blushing. That makes you look even cuter.”

“Stop it.”

“Make me.”

The challenge had to be met. Their kissing was always a little awkward, what with his sharp hair that fell everywhere and had to be carefully pushed away with gentle fingers.

It only seemed to make Amelia more determined. The sight of her on her knees, in-between his legs awoke memories of dreams that always left him embarrassed and ashamed. Gourry's presence in the next bed, a common sight that would fully wake him and made him paranoid of feigned snores, only compounded the feeling.

Only the frown of concentration on the princess' face ruined the sight. It was the same look she would get facing an enemy or when Zelgadiss thought he would have her cornered in a game of chess. For better or worse, that expression was one she wore before winning.

...until now.

She had to grab his legs to keep from falling over, hand going to her mouth and mumbling another healing spell that really did make him fall helpless onto the bed.

“Amelia.”

The dark-haired girl rubbed her mouth, wincing. “Don't. Don't you blame yourself.” Trying to look fierce.

“This was a bad idea. I told you--”

Her hand went to his shoulder. Stars were nearly blazing in her eyes. “I don't care. We'll make this work. I'm sure there's a spell out there to help us. Don't worry.”

Perhaps she only saw this as more romantic than if they'd been able to properly touch each other, a voice in his head warned.

“I'll find a way to make this work.”

She will never let this go.

Muscles in her arm bulged, as she got herself all worked up. “I won't let something like that destroy the beautiful thing we have, Mister Zelgadiss! Nothing will cleave us apart.”

Maybe she was trying to squeeze his arm and offer him comfort, but the chimera still couldn't feel it.

~~~~

This was definitely not how he’d imagined such a nice romantic moment with her. Not with her fingers pinched and tweaking hardened nipples and making his twitch, a pillow beneath his lap holding him up, legs spread in the most embarrassing way.

And how did you end up like this, Zelgadiss? The voice sounded like Rezo. Which, really, really only made things worse.

You're not here, you're dead...and I don't know how exactly I ended up like this. I blame you, regardless.

You're too weak with her. That's your problem. I never let Eris do this to me.

Oh god. Shut up brain, shut up brain!

Something prodded at his backside, making him wince, making him close his eyes and flee to replay the last half hour of his life.

“Zelgadiss? Mister Zelgadiss? Zel?” That name was awkward on her lips. “Zelly?

“...Zelgabunny?”

She had let nothing go.

Finally, words had to be let out in a breathless, “where did you you even find something like that?”

“I have ways.” Her face was all Lina, and Zelgadiss looked at her suspiciously.

“Don't glare at me like that.” When she came closer to him, the man flinched back. As though if she touched him with that thing, a plague would break out and devour him, rocky skin and all.

“Come on!”

“You're not touching me with that!”

“Why not?”

“Are you kidding? You don't understand why I might not want to be...touched with that thing?”

She stared down at her lap, as though she wasn't quite sure what was there. “Zelgadiss, I don't see any other way.”

“L-look. We'll find a spell, like you said.”

“I look! Everywhere. I mean, in the library, and bookstore.”

“Of this town. Only for this town. Amelia, Amelia.” He held his hands out. “I appreciate your...concern. Your...” Craziness. “You caring this much to go out and buy that. Dear god, don't tell me the shopkeep recognized you.“

He saw Saillune gossip magazines that already were none-too-kind to him reporting what Amelia had bough, the looks on the guards faces as they dragged him to Amelia's angry, large father, the Prince of Saillune who aside from being able to order him arrested/exiled/hanged was also capable of destroying low level Mazoku with his bare hands. The man could not strangle Zelgadiss, of course, but there was nothing stopping him from trying.

“Of course not. I don't go around announcing who I am. That's not safe.”

“Of course. Why can't we wait until we find a spell?” The chimera now saw Amelia haunched over books, over tomes, going through temples and ruins, desperate for a spell that would allow them to have sex. Going from kingdom to kingdom for weeks at a time, so busy she would hardly send him a letter to Saillune where he waited while helping Phil for her to return.

I hope the irony is not lost on you. His grandfather was crossing his arms, looking on disagreeably.

Shut up! You're dead! Dead! And I'm alive and with the woman I love! Now get out!

“We'll find a way, I'm sure. But, for nooowww.” Her grin was terrifying.

“No. Never.”

“Pleeease? Oh, pleease? I love you!”

“Oh gods.” It was despicable how easily he crumbled under those words. Rezo shook his head, disgusted.

“All I have to offer you, right now, is my love. My undying, neverending love! And this thing. And this special lotion I bought.”

“Amelia, I am not comfortable with this. Do you hear me?”

“I do! Come here. I want to hug you. Stop looking at me like that. Please?”

A three-quarters naked Amelia hugging him would normally be considered a happy moment. But now she was poking him with that thing, that thing that was pink and way too big, oh gods.

Was it was larger than his own? Why had she bought one that size? Why...why any of this?

This was humiliating, horrifying, mind-searingly bad. Definitely not a moment he would share with the children Amelia wanted him to one day father. Sit them down with their big blue eyes and dark purple hair. 'One day, your mother trapped me in our inn room, and a nice inn, mind you, not a seedy one. And wanted to stick your father with--'

No. Too much.

The situation was one that asked for no contemplation or study.

I will repress this so hard.

That's the wise thing to do.

“Amelia. We should just forget about this. I know you care about me--”

“Love you,” she chirped in.

“Yes. And I enjoy that. I do. But I would not enjoy this.”

“You don't know that,” Amelia scolded him. “I bet it feels good. That's what--” There was a dangerous silence.

“What? That's what?”

“Nothing.”

She withered under his glare.

“Okay. I asked a few people--”

He hadn't prayed this often since he was a somewhat pious young boy being raised by a priest. “Oh gods.”

“And they all said it felt good.”

His heart was surrounded by ice. “Who, who did you ask?”

Amelia wouldn't meet his eyes. “No one important. Strangers, for the most part.”

“Who!?”

“The woman who sold me it--”

“I will burn her store down to the ground.”

“She said it was the perfect solution to our problem.”

“You explained what the 'problem' was?”

“Yep. She said we weren't the first couple with this trouble.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. And she recommended this.” The princess looked down shyly. “You might not be able to, you know, to me. But I can.”

“Stop right there.”

“Oh, but Mister Zelgadiss!” There were tears in her eyes, and my any gods looking down and not turning away in disgust help him. She looked so desperate, so longingly. All she wanted was to be with him, the man she said she loved and really did seem to, no matter what that evil voice whispered to him. This was Amelia, his Amelia, who was everything good to him in the world and the one person he depended on.

“Amelia. Amelia.” He didn't flinch pulling her into his arms. Her hair nearly tickled his chest, and the way she sighed contently and leaned into him was enough to make something inside melt. Zelgadiss didn't even mind the thing (glued?) to a leather harness around her waist poking him.

How bad could this be? If he loved her, couldn't he withstand a little humiliation, a little discomfort? Wouldn't their wedding day be like this? Hadn't he been through worst, such as being an achor, dressing as a woman, the blackmail, the spending of time with Xellos? Lina's craziness and Gourry's stupidity? The prince suit with that stupid hat?

What was this compared to the bunny suit?

And it was just Amelia here. Only her to see him. She would never tell anyone. This would be something they could take together to the grave, an event to bring them even closer. Just as she'd said, nothing would cleave them apart.

“Okay.” His mouth tasted of ashes and defeat. “We'll do this. Just once. And then we'll burn that thing. And that woman's store.”

“Oh, Mister Zelgadiss!”

Her mouth was a distraction, and she even kept the large pink device from touching him. The color nearly matched her collar and lining of her cloak, a fact that Zelgadiss wished he hadn't taken note of.

“I'll make you so happy! I'll make you feel so wonderful you'll forget...what exactly I'll be doing to you!”

And that, that was how he found himself with a pillow tucked beneath him and his worrying erection nearly touching it, hearing Amelia humming, what was that, that damn song they'd made him teach them with those terrible frilly outfits, and now that tune wouldn't leave his head. It seemed to be the perfect storm of hell.

Amelia had been all smiles throughout the procedure. Grinning greedily when he undressed, touching him softly and her kisses were all warm. Panting when she had in naked and around and rolling over to avoid staring at her face, grabbing his hips, licking down his spine to run her tongue over certain pebbles on his already wary ass, “there's a couple here that make a heart!”

“You look so incredible.”

Getting his legs spread and dignity torn away in one swift gesture. All business. “Hmmm.

“Wow.

“Now, just relax.”

That was when her fingers finally made their appearance. And soon follow his pitiful moans that repulsed the imaginary Rezo far, far away. Zelgadiss couldn't even bring forth the words to thank Amelia for that.

He was sure he made a pathetic sight, all exposed and helplessly, his ass up in the air in the most unsightly way. But she seemed to have no complaints, holding his hips with one hand, the other sliding one, uuuughh, two, fuuuck, three fingers into him. Stretching him with dampening fingers, sliding out to drip more of that special lotion she'd bought onto her digits before shoving them back into him while he whined and gasped. His ego burst into flames as self-esteem withered and blew away and dignity was murdered brutally when it tried to scream out.

The pink fake penis pushed into him, again for the third or so time, teasingly.

“You're so pretty.” Her voice was hushed. She ran a hand down his side, stroking him so gently he could barely feel it.

“Amelia. Oh.”

“Can I, you know. Put it in you?”

“Whatever you want.”

Had the situation been different, he would have been dragged out to fight crime or forced to file paperwork. Now he got a smug smile and fingers pulling out of him, sloooowly, to make bright geometric shapes spin under his eyelids. Which was worse?

“Ameli. Amelia.”

She giggled, as though he'd made a harmless joke, maybe a bad pun. Or had attempted to distract her during their weekly chess match where he was mercilessly butchered. 'Oh, Mister Zelggaaaddiiss. Hahaheh.' He was drooling onto the sheets.

“Relax now. Just lay there.”

“And think of Saillune?”

“Sure. If that helps. Is there something I should know, Zelgadiss?”

“Just hurry up.” When he looked down at his erection, it seemed to glare back and was dripping as bad as his mouth was.

The...device was much longer and a thicker than a few of Amelia's dainty, harmless fingers that now touched his waist and trailed down to caress his thighs. She pushed into him, clumsily. “Perfect. I love you so much.”

“Uuuck.”

He buried his face in a pillow, knowing his hair was probably stabbing tiny holes in the fabric. The burning would never end. “Uuuuaah.”

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now. I wish I could get a painting of you like this.”

“Ffftick.”

“What?”

“Yuuh.”

“Okay, if you say so Mister Zelgadiss.

“Hmm, mmmm, a maiden's prayer, hhmmmm.

“Have I ever told you what a nice voice you have, Mister Zelgadiss?

“Because you do. It's so lovely. And deep. It's one of the first things I liked about you. Besides those pretty blue eyes of yours. And the hair. I really like your hair.

“It's so shiny. And your cape. And how tall you are. And so...lean. Plus your shoulders. You know, I almost melted the first time I saw you shirtless. Even though you needed me to heal you since you were bleeding all over the place. It was hard not to touch your pebbles.

“Right there. That's the scar. I guess I should have healed you sooner. Sorry.”

“I wonder where Miss Lina and Gourry are now? Bet they'll barge in any second. They have a knack for that.

“Zelgadiss, are you choking?”

“Uuuckfff.”

“No? Okay then. So pretty. The scars only make you look braver, I think.

“Can I touch you here? Oh, I guess so. You can let go of my hand now, Zelgadiss. I got it.

“I feel so weird doing this to you. Good weird, though. It's just odd being on top of you like this. Looking down on you. But it's nice, in a way. Like I'm in charge.”

“Hahahe. Do you like that Zelgadiss? When I go faster? Say it.”

“Feck. Feck. Fuuuck.”

Amelia gingerly removed her hand from his penis, both sticky, while the chimera collapsed on the bed. “I think we're going to need new sheets from housekeeping. And pillows. And some towels to clean up the wall and headboard.”

Zelgadiss moaned like a dying animal.

“Wow. I guess Xellos was right about this.”

His eyes snapped open, fear cutting through the haze of tiredness. “What, what was that?”

“Um. Nothing.”

“Oh gods. You told him about this?”

Amelia's tone was distant as she recalled the horror of her afternoon. She was so brave. More courageous than himself, who would have run shrieking from the building had he caught sight of purple hair. “He saw me. In the store. He was there himself. It was super awkward. We just stared at each other over a bin of fancy aphrodisiac candles and edible body paint.”

“What. No. Don't tell me.”

“Yeah, I kinda prefer not to talk about what he was buying. Let's just say it involved a priestess outfit.”

“Ugh. Ughh.”

“And a fancy purple bow was sticking out of his bag, the one that looks like a purse? I think he bought one of those candles, too. And some of that paint.”

“I definitely hate him now.”

“I think that bow was for--”

“Don't. Shush. Come here and speak no more of the fruitcake.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Let's just go to sleep and be quiet. Savor the peace.”

“Wait. I need to turn the sheets and pillow over.”

“...”

She rested her head against his chest, pulling a blanket partially onto his skin as protection. “It's hard to sleep now, remembering that.”

“I know. I know.”

“I'm glad I'm here with you.”

“Me too. There's literally no other person I would have let do that to me.”

“I know. I'm so lucky.”

“Was that sarcasm?”

“Of course not. You're so paranoid.”

“Every reason to be.”

“Not with me. I love you.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything.”

“Aw. C'mere. Hmm.”

“Mmm. Okay. That was nice. But I'm exhausted--”

“You're welcome.”

“And need some sleep. So let's have some silence.”

“Sure, honey bunny.”

“I'll let that one go. For now.”

“Good night. Love you.”

“Love you too. As I said.”

“...I think it was for Filia.”

“Damnit, what did I say, Amelia. Definitely have to burn that store down now.”
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