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Why Xellos Made Wizer Cry The Following Day	By : ThePhizz Category: +S to Z > Slayers Views: 1152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Prompt:

Wizer/Xellos: handcuffs - "You are the most honest person I ever met."

The Fill:
Title: Why Xellos Made Wizer Cry And Why Breakfast Was So Terrible The Next Day

Pairing: Xellos/Wizer

Rating: R
His slim hips hit the bed frame and Xellos giggled again and ignored the long fingers pawing at him. He rolled away, laughing at the frustrated sighs of the other man. The cling from the metal around his wrists was more of a reminder of what he was doing, why he was in this richly furnished room in Saillune, in handcuffs, more than the man besides him.
At least his outfit was flattering.
For such an odd event, the Mazoku wondered if it should have happened in a much more mysterious, complicated event. Someone trapping him, drugging him, using a long forgotten spell to get him in such a state. Instead, Wizer, (such an interesting man, especially for a human, a man so full of straightforwardness he probably had a hard time taking left and right turns) had simply walked over to him and asked him to come back to his room with him. No coyness, a refreshing relief from so many stuttering clumsy come-ons, even if Xellos did enjoy amusing himself by playing with anyone who were foolish enough to think he was a human.
Although, perhaps a few simply didn’t care. He recalled a mint-haired woman, stumbling over to him only to be pulled away by a husband in a bad hat.
Xellos had felt a crooked, nearly honest smile come to his face, and was prepared to laugh at the taller man, before Wizer mentioned handcuffs. And a school girl outfit, complete with skirt and knee high socks.
“It’s purple too. So it’ll bring out the color in your eyes.” And then the inspector had opened his eyes, revealing his own pale amethyst irises. And the brown-haired man hadn’t even been drunk, unlike the people around them.
How could he say no?
Wizer’s arm clasped around his shoulders his shoulders, friendly, as they walked back to his room. “I knew you were an understanding fellow.”
"So," he made his voice extra-obnoxious as they entered the bedroom. Could he scare away such a man? Send him shrieking in horror? "Should I bring out a rubber duck, or do you have one? And what about the whip situation?"
"Right here, got both of them." He pulled a bright yellow duck from a bag under his bed. Followed by a whip in the same shade. His long hands ruffled through the luggage some more.
"And do you want the riding crop?"
It had been so long since the Mazoku had gasped that he didn't recognize the noise at first. He couldn't even argue or complain as he was stripped. His skin was an illusion, and still he shivered under Wizer's predatory gaze.
Perhaps his shock had made the event rare, however, Xellos thought in retrospect. In respect. Wizer rested besides him, looking him up and down before fixing the Mazoku’s tie and smoothing down his shirt, playing with what white skin his fingers could find. “Lovely.” His mouth was warmer than his fingers.
“Kitten.”
“Honey.”
“Ah, how I could just eat you up…”
The other man’s cheeks look peculiar when they were pulled in; concaved. It made his cheekbones more prominent, and his eyes sparkled when they met Xellos’. And he’d thought that the inspector preferred perfumed court ladies who wore too much makeup and peered behind elaborately painted fans.
His mouth left pink marks on his thighs, his stomach, his groin. Wizer's dry fingers stretched and pulled at his entrance and if he'd been human, he would have begun to squirm. "Perfect."
Hands touched his waist. Xellos rolled over, obliging the man, and rolling his eyes when his skirt was neatly shoved up. He supposed the man had spent a bit of money for this getup. And the handcuffs too, he thought, as he spread his wrists apart, testing the strength of them. He kept his thighs together, laughing and blowing Wizer a kiss over his shoulder as a pillow was shoved underneath him.
Wizer’s fingers tugged at his hair with one hand and spread his legs with the other. His weight was unfamiliar and almost delightful in the foreignness of it, of all this, from the smell of the other man’s cologne and the lotion he was using, to the breeze in areas that normally were clothed in pants or at least longer skirts. The Mazoku wondered idly which of his friends was in a similar position.
Gourry, certainly. And Xellos doubted that Lina was being as gentle and professional as the inspector was right now. The last he’d seen of them, the bright sorceress was groping Gourry, telling him in a slurred voice to prepare himself, because she was going to rock his world. Amelia and Zelgadiss’ faces guaranteed that coming to the party had been a fine idea.
He rested his chin on his hands. When was the last time he’d done anything like this? “Hm, I hope you at least buy me a dinner after this.”
Wizer laughed and pulled harder on the Mazoku’s adorable pigtails. His grunt was low and he didn’t hold anything else back. Steady and calm. Had he done this many times before? The hands on Xellos’ hips made him laugh again, a little breathless, at the gentleness and absurdity of this all.

With the pillow under him, the younger man was hitting interesting spots. It had been too long since he'd been with someone like this. He'd nearly forgotten to create those tricky spots that made this whole thing feel good and be worth something. Something other than curiosity being filled, that is.
"Does that..."
"Yes."
Wizer's hands tightened around him.
“How about breakfast?”
That could work, and wasn’t it customary for human to brag of conquests soon after they’d taken place. The purple-hair and clad man smiled, at least the morning after this would be entertaining. He would confess that he was a Mazoku over eggs benedicts to spice things up a little. And then while Wizer had a breakdown, Xellos and Gourry could compare their nights.
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