Melvin's Fandom Storage: Ships from Blu, Mel, Chris & Sal

Fandom: EvilNumberShipping

Pairing: Melvin x Christopher



Story:
Chris came limping into the Shed, there was no mistaking it - he'd been either attacked or brutally beaten... for something. He wiped some blood from the side of his head, it seemed to just drip down unkindly to his beautiful face. It looked like he'd been struck with a blunt object to the temple or something, but he was still standing, so many disregarded the unholy appearance. He had his arm wrapped around himself, his ribs were broken and his wrist was shattered. He was covered in bandages and wraps beneath his bright blue clothing, but no one would notice much for now. He kept himself respectfully far from Blu, and sat in another corner across from Valor and Vulcan. He kept his gaze low, and didn't speak to anyone.

Melvin walked into the Shed like a badass, his spiky hair just glinting in the strange lighting of the club, as always. He wore a rather lethal look, one that surpass the normal Alpha stature, and went deeper into resentment or anger. He wore nothing but a pair of torn up blue jeans, and a black shirt that had the sleeves hacked off. There was a distinct logo on his back, that had a set of wings spread out over the backside of the shirt, over his shoulders. He wandered over to Chris, who looked like shit, and then sat down beside him. "You look like death." He said flatly, folding his fingers into his hands.

Christopher looked over to Melvin, a sad expression over his face. He was weak and injured, and suspected that he'd be even more hurt by the time that he left the Shed. "I feel like death... but I'll be okay..." Chris whispered softly. He didn't want Melvin to come after him, or see him as pathetic, but he knew Mel thought it anyway.

Melvin reached over to his left, his hand finding Chris's short, chopped-up hair. He had done this to him of course, a punishment unlike any other, to show the boy what he had done. Never was anyone to disrespect the Overseer, no matter how one felt. Chris's injuries were all from Melvin of course, he had brutally harmed him in the name of the Overseer because he believed that no matter what, no one was to view her wrongly. "Look at all these hungry dogs..." Melvin muttered, looking around. He saw Blu speaking with others in the distance, and made a note to himself, to look out for her.

Chris could tell that Melvin was still somewhat angry at him. He gently put his arms around his Keeper, and leaned over to kiss the side of his face. He fought the urge to reach down his Alpha's pants, and instead just nuzzled the side of his face, gently, and lovingly, hoping that Mel would acknowledge the feelings and agree to wander into the back with him.

Mel could see that Chris was practically begging for it, so the bigger Wolf got up, still with his eyes on Blu - then turned and headed for the back, knowing that the boy was behind him. He'd take his hand and then lead him to one of the back rooms, where a lovely surprise awaited the boy. Locking the door he'd grin and speak in a dark tone. "You want it, you got it, pretty boy." Melvin said with an evil grin. He'd grab Chris by the throat, and shove him into a chair, rip his clothes off and then strap him to the chair, dominance in the air.

"Mel...?" Chris looked around nervously. It had all happened so fast he felt confused and a bit worried. He couldn't barely move his arms or legs, they were tied up to this chair. He was totally vulnerable, and that worried him, though he trusted his Keeper with his life. He watched the Alpha Wolf closely, wondering if what he was going to do to him, was going to hurt.

The thought of Christopher being totally helpless seemed to arose the big bad Wolf in all his might. For a moment he just stood there, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he took in his catch. He the boldly wandered over towards his mate, and got close enough to just breathe on his neck. He licked his fingers, and then blew on them so that they seemed to be cold. Licking the side of Chris's face, he let his fingers go inside of him, using his other hand to grab the boy's short hair and face him towards Mel so that he could taste him. He pushed his tongue deep into his mouth as his fingers went deep into him, and he growled as he pulled Chris's hair, showing ownership over what belonged to the Alpha Wolf.

Chris tried to keep his breathing slowed, as his broken ribs would surely have a field day with what was going on here. But he just couldn't. Just the touch from Melvin was enough to set him into euphoria, and as his fingers pushed inside of him, he only found it... harder... to ignore. He kissed Mel back lovingly, waiting for the moment where he'd be free to embrace him and hold him in his arms. He felt blood drip from his painful injuries, but fought the urge to cry, and continued with Melvin's playful desires.

Melvin could tell that Chris was in agony. He wanted him to suffer more, but at the same time he didn't. He undid the straps that were holding his legs and wrists to the chair, and decided to let him be less vulnerable. He grabbed Chris by the hair and made him get out of the chair, then decided to sit there himself, removing his clothing, to show off his perfectly carved everything. He reached forwards and grabbed Chris by the hair, the boy had been sitting there confused, and brought him closer. Pushing his head down, he forced Chris to suck him off, not even giving him the chance to say no.

Chris did what he could to pleasure his mate, his white bangs falling annoyingly into his eyes as he did so. He wasn't much for preforming this art, but Melvin owned him, so he would do it, but only for him. He used his tongue to run alongside his Keeper's dominance, and drew back and then went forwards, hoping to please his spiky-haired Wolf.

Melvin smirked and laughed, watching Chris submit to him like he was taught. It wasn't long before he coaxed the boy over to the bed, where he made him bend over in front of him so that he could plow him from behind as he liked. Gripping Chris's ass, he fucked him hard, but not too hard, as he knew the boy to be severely injured already. He growled and scratched his mate's back, leaving large scrapes and slashes from his sharp nails, everywhere.

Chris felt tears drip from his eyes as Melvin screwed him. He squinted and grabbed onto the blankets on the bed, huffing and doing his best to get through it. He knew that his Keeper wouldn't harm him badly enough to kill him, but after what Chris had done, he knew Melvin wasn't going to be gentle either. He began to cry, wiping his tears and shaking, feeling light-headed from the rush, and rather sick on top of it.

The Wolf noticed that his mate was in tears, and slowed down and stopped hurting him so badly. He snarled, and pulled out of his mate, and forced him to his back, as it was probably better for those ribs anyhow. He pulled him slightly downwards, so that Melvin could stand up, and rail him while he was still on the bed, leaning down to kiss his lover every so often too, his lips kissing Chris's stomach and his bruised sides. He licked over his sharp teeth and flashed his light blue eyes up at the boy, watching his reactions as he fucked him.

Chris arched as Melvin pushed into him, seemingly deeper each time. He couldn't help but moan, as his Alpha kissing him was sending shivers through his whole body. He fought the urge to lean up and force himself down on Melvin harder, but when he couldn't fight it anymore he pulled back off of his Keeper, and got up and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him hard, and knocking them both to the floor. He rubbed himself against Melvin, groaning from the agony, and moaning from the pleasure. He couldn't control it anymore, and he let his hands find the Keeper and gently stroked him, ever so gently as he kissed him hard, panting and gasping as he did so. His love for his Keeper was overwhelming, and his unyielding urge to satisfy Mel had surely kicked in.

Melvin was surprised by Chris's sudden lustful urges taking over, but he allowed it to continue. The boy taking the reigns by force at times throttled his mind, and he enjoyed fighting for control. He grabbed Chris and kissed him hard, feeling his warm hands stroke him steadily. When that wasn't enough he turned the boy over, and forced himself into him again, claiming him, and enjoying him. He'd of shoved him to the floor, but Chris's ribs were shattered, so he just kept the boy on all fours and flexed into him gently and rhythmically.

Chris arched his pale body, and welcomed Melvin's dominance, tensing up due to the occasional pain from him forcing his way back inside of him. He turned back to watch Melvin give it to him, panting and moaning as he watched him. His Keeper was perfectly carved and tanned just right, he looked like he was made with the hands of the Gods. He continued to watch, squinting and strangely enjoyed knowing that he couldn't get away. He liked the feeling of helplessness, perhaps it was due to the way that Melvin had trained him to be.

Mel's tongue hung a bit farther out of his mouth as he fucked Chris, noting the male's gaze as he did what he was damned good at. He plowed the boy fast and hard, feeling him tense and shiver. Just before the moment of divine pleasure, he grabbed onto Chris's bony hips, and pushed himself all the way into the boy, hearing his cries as he sent a wave of darkness into his lover. Melvin howled in achievement and pulled out of his lover, watching him whimper and weakly lay on the floor.

Chris laid there rather tiredly, he didn't think he had what it took to set himself off. He knew that doing his Keeper was out of the question, since resentment was fresh in the air. He stared into the lighting and breathed out slowly and deeply, the blood flowing to his abdomen, threatening pain and suffering. He rubbed one of his ribs, that were wrapped rather tightly, then looked up at his Alpha, who was sitting there looking down at him.

Melvin laid down beside the boy, feeling the soft carpeting against his flawless Egyptian body. He took the boy into his arms, and cradled him in his arms, gently. He pressed his lips to Chris's and began to kiss him softly, his right hand's fingers, gently traveling down his broken body towards the area between his paled legs. He wrapped his long tongue in Chris's, pulling back as he kissed him, softly, and slowly. He let his hand rub Chris gently, still holding him close to show that he did still love his boy. He listened to the sounds as his boy moaned in pleasure, feeling him weakly reach up to touch the side of his face and wrap his other arm around his back.

The silvery-haired boy missed his long hair. He wondered as he kissed Melvin if it turned him off, but pushed the thought away and kissed his loving Keeper. He thought of how strong Melvin's hands were, squeezing him and stroking him, then breathed out and moaned as he felt his Keeper's rough touch. Even though he was so rough, his hands were soft, and felt good against his pale flesh. His deep blue eyes met his Keeper's light eyes, and he broke the kiss for a moment's stare.

Melvin smirked and kissed Chris's forehead. He loved his boy deeply, and it felt - in that moment - rather similar to just how he loved his Overseer. But the Overseer would always come first, he knew, because it was how things should have been always. He let his soft lips touch the side of Chris's cheek, and he let out of soft sound of a strange pleasure being felt from within his beating organ called a heart. He found Christopher's lips... and gently kissed him, without pushing his tongue roughly into his mouth. He just pressed their lips together as he gently stroked the boy, sliding his hand up and down his shaft, waiting for him to let off as he kissed him.

The love that Mel had shown to him was unyielding for a moment, and the moment Chris sensed it, he was lost to true euphoria. He shed a few tears as he released his passion, kissing his lover and howling as he did so. He embraced the perfectly carved Alpha, and heaved tiredly as he held him. "I love you Mel... I really do..." He whispered, putting his arms around his Keeper tightly. "And I'm sorry for what I did before."

Melvin held Chris to his solid frame and just scratched the top of his head with the hand that wasn't covered in sticky ooze. He smirked and wiped the other hand on the floor, and nuzzled the side of Chris's face. He did love his boy, but in the back of his mind, he knew, that the boy still needed to learn his place. He did not come before the Overseer, and Melvin would never allow him to either.

Fandom: EvilNumberShipping

Pairing: Melvin x Chris



Story:
Christopher wandered into the Hideout, tired and bored. He came there with his Keeper, who had gone to the bar to get shitfaced as usual. Deciding not to be out in the open, he went into their usual back room, and just laid in bed tiredly. He decided to get some rest, and closed his eyes.

Mel got completely intoxicated and laughed, getting up from the bar about and hour later. He dizzily wandered around until he found his way to the back rooms, and decided to go find his mate that was laying around in bed. Grinning, the tyrannical Wolf growled and bared his teeth, shutting the door behind him. He licked his long tongue over the sharp fangs that had been grafted to his face, and climbed into bed beside his boy. Leaning over, he licked the side of Chris's face to wake him up. His bright blue eyes glowed and flashed, and if he had a tail, it would have been flicking steadily. But he remained humanoid for now, since the boy was.

Chris opened his eyes to see Melvin beside him and cringed with a sudden deep joy. He smiled at him and curled up in his arms, leaning up to nuzzle the side of his Wolf's throat. He kissed him lightly and then bit down on him a bit, interesting the Wolf in the fact that he was curiously awake. He rubbed the side of his face against Mel's and reached up to grab at his spiky hair. He smirked and kissed his lover on the side of his face, and backed away for a moment to meet Mel's steady gaze.

The Alpha male bared his teeth as the boy gently kissed and bit the side of his face. The Wolf seemed almost pleased with the curiosity, and let the boy carry out his tendencies. The Wolf responded with a deep growl, watching the boy closely, his vivid piercing blue eyes looking down at his mate. He licked his fangs and leaned down to bite the boy's neck, then continued downwards, biting his shoulder. He watched the other male beneath him peer into his eyes, then released the bite and nudged the side of Chris's face with his own. It was an affectionate gesture, that wolves generally did in the wild. Melvin was very, very close to how wild wolves were - in stature and behavior.

Chris took note of just how affectionate his lover was being. He knew that he had spent a lot of time getting wasted, but he knew that deep down in his soul, Melvin loved him. He laughed and smiled at the Alpha, and put his arms around him, and rested his head against his mate's chest. He looked up at him slowly and curiously, watching Melvin's usual and stern gaze. Chris bit his lower lip, then peered into Melvin's eyes, strangely and making a rather funny face at him. He then leaned forwards and boldly kissed his mate on the lips, playfully laughing as he did so, hoping to intrigue the strong male he'd chosen to love.

Melvin cringed and grinned, he himself in a rather funny mood since the booze had totally run over him full-throttle. He reached down and grabbed Chris by the throat, and then gnawed on the side of his face and bit him in the ear. Smirking he grabbed a handful of his long silver hair and pulled him closer, yanking it roughly, but not enough to hurt him. His long tongue hung from his face, and he made a low growling noise and then drew back, letting his tongue hang out again, indicating he wanted to play with his lover. He gently nuzzled the boy's face, running his nose up the side of his lover's neck, sending shivers through them both. He made another growl and then ran his nose up towards his ear, and whispered that he loved his boy into his mate's ear. His eyes flashed light blue when he said it, and he pulled his head back so that he dominantly, but lovingly, look at Chris again.

Hearing that his Alpha loved him sent him straight into pure euphoria. Melvin didn't even have to touch him just the words alone were more than enough to make him do anything for his Keeper. He leaned up and kissed Melvin's face gently, and then licked the side of his face, then whispering that his Keeper was his everything. Laid down on his side, so that his back was facing his lover, and leaned back against him, looking at his hands. He laughed and then reached out for Mel's and wrapped his arms around his pale body, observing the Alpha's tan flesh around his pale skin. He grinned and looked up at him, like a puppy that would look up at his owner that was happy to see them. He'd of been thumping his tail on the bed if he had one. He smiled up at the spiky-haired male, and enjoyed the warmth and protection that his Keeper gave him.

The tyrannical Keeper smirked at his mate, then leaned down and rubbed his face atop Chris's head, messing up that long silvery hair of his. He continued to hold the boy for a while, gently leaning down to kiss his neck, knowing all of the sensitive regions to send him into further euphoria. He leaned down and laughed, still holding him tightly and protectively. Growling he leaned down and playfully bit the top of his ear, then whispered to him again. This time it was something different, indicating his actions and telling his mate what the Wolf wanted. The Alpha let go of the boy with his left hand, keeping his right arm wrapped around him tightly, applying more strength to let his lover know that he wasn't letting him go. With his left he reached up and touched the boy's long hair, pushing it out of the way and behind his ear. He then gently slid his fingers over his shoulders, and up the boy's neck, gently stroking his throat as he continued to whisper things to him.

The boy laughed and arched backwards against his lover, the touch of his hand gently tickling his soft skin. He sucked on his lower lip and then leaned forwards a bit. He turned to face Melvin, his long silver hair hanging down on either side of his face. Smiling almost deviously, he grinned and arched his back a bit, in a devious pose that was generally reserved for the doing of other things. Though that would soon happen anyways. He had a sheet wrapped around the lower half of his pale body, and he tilted his head to the side, watching Melvin curiously. He loved the touch of the Alpha, and felt his long nails running up and down his back as he sat there. His eyes met Melvin's and he sort of giggled, then stuck his tongue out at his Wolf.

Melvin knew an invite when he got one, not that he really needed it. That boy belonged to him regardless, but he did enjoy waiting for him sometimes. Without warning he lunged forwards and grabbed his mate, taking him into his arms and gripping him by the throat. He growled and told him that he was his, and then shoved him down onto the bed laughing. He growled and made a different kind of barking noise, flicking his tongue out at the boy below him. Chris was laying on his stomach so this made it easy, so with a clawed hand on the other's lower back, he gently rocked himself into his mate, all while growling at him and making sure that he stayed down. Alpha to until he was alive no more, he dominated the boy with nothing more than sounds, and a firm grip. Which was rather satisfying, since the boy seemed to like his strength and pride.

The male with the silver hair winced as his Alpha gripped him, but he sort of arched upwards and forwards as the male pushed into him. He moaned in pleasure, the sheer ecstasy of his lover inside of him just arousing the boy even more. He opened his eyes wide and turned to face his male, admiring the smooth and strong frame that kept his regal mate in absolute perfection. He paused at bit down on his finger, bringing it to his mouth for a moment as he watched the spiky-haired wolf grip him. Melvin seemed to always carry that very stern gaze, but he currently had his drunken smirk over his face, which made Chris blush and laugh. His face seemed to burn with warmth, and his body seemed to warm itself as he grew tense and stiff with euphoria.

Melvin snarled at Chris playfully, reaching forwards and grabbing some of that long fucking hair of his. He loved his long hair, it was no secret that the male loved to give it a good yank. Made for an excellent leash too. He noticed Chris's face was getting redder so he pushed him down to the bed, and laid on top of him, moving his hair as he fucked him. Melvin growled and nipped the back of the male's shoulder, then nuzzled the side of his face as he laid there on the bed. He watched him wince and bury his face in the blankets, that harder and deeper the Alpha went into him. Melvin brushed his mate's hair aside and leaned down to kiss the side of the boy's face, still forcefully pushing into him and watching the boy's facial expressions. The Alpha felt the cold metal that was his dog tags, against his chest, and leaned down against Chris's back, gripping his shoulders somewhat tightly, but still lovingly as he screwed him.

Chris covered his head and gasped as Melvin made love to him. He seemed to enjoy the boy's cries and moans as he did him. The boy could feel his face burning, and he sighed and turned his head sideways, feeling Melvin's gentle kisses and his claws, that would occasionally pull the hair off of his face as he winced. He panted and gripped the blankets on the bed, arching his back so that his spine straightened out and gave Melvin an easier way inside of him without harming him so much. He cringed and opened his eyes, to see the Wolf's face close to his as he leaned over him. Chris reached up and gently touched Mel's lips, and the Wolf's tongue slid out of his mouth to lick his finger playfully. Melvin seemed to smirk and laugh at the gesture, and for a moment or so Chris forgot about the pain and just kissed his Keeper lovingly. He reached backwards a bit and found his spiky-haired Wolf's long blue hair, and pulled on it, urging Melvin to continue with his roughness.

Melvin laughed and grabbed onto the boy's hair, pulling it hard, and fucking him even harder. He watched him wince and cry out, but they were cries of pleasure so it only set him off further. He continued to move rhythmically in and out of his mate, getting off of his back and yanking his hair. He moaned as he got into the boy deeper, his tongue hanging from his mouth. His eyes seemed to hazy over from the pleasure, and he felt his lover tense up the deeper he got into him. He knew that he was in pain, but he also knew, that his boy liked the rough manner in which the Alpha handled him. Pretty soon Melvin's head was in the clouds, and with valiant effort he gripped the kid's neck and leaned down upon him, pushing into him until he wailed, then letting off inside of him in sheer euphoric perfection. He huffed and leaned down against the boy, then pulled out of him and panted for a moment. Smirking, he turned the boy over, hazed from the drunkenness. He licked the boy's chest as he laid there, then grinned at him. Peering down upon him, he backed up slowly, and went down on his mate for the first time. It was obvious that he was intoxicated, but he just felt the urge to pleasure his lover. Licking him and then looking up at him, he smirked, and decided to preform a gesture that Christopher was more familiar with doing to his Keeper.

Chris's eyes went wide. For his Wolf to do something that was generally submissive, this was huge. He laid there confused, and covered his face for a moment, laying on his back and panting as Melvin's tongue slid over and around him. He wasn't sure if moving was allowed, and his toes curled and he found himself irresistibly howling as Melvin put his mouth around him. He could feel the fangs gently rub up against him and he moaned louder, reaching down and grabbing the long spiky hair that belonged to his mate. He finally sat up panting, watching the Wolf go down on him, in sheer amazement. He gasped and panted harder, the feeling much too good to have been deserved. Though his Keeper was drunk he felt that it was strangely wrong, and tugged on Melvin's hair to stop him, but the Wolf proceeded to continue on and thus the boy let him, looking up at the ceiling about to pass out from the rush. When he got to the point where he couldn't hold in his angelic rush, he tugged on his Keeper's hair, letting him know that he was going to defile his mouth if he didn't stop sucking on him like that.

Melvin laughed and deviously looked up at the boy, then continued to do what he was doing. He leaned down farther and wrapped his tongue around his mate, and then felt the boy cringe and listened to him howl. He felt Chris grab onto his hair in worry, but he continued until the boy writhed, and then when he let off, the Wolf allowed it and finished him like his boy had done to him. He then looked up at Chris and laughed, his tongue hanging out full of drool from swallowing a mess of strangeness. Melvin's eyes were glassy, and light blue in the light that made everything all too real. He looked up at Chris, who looked shocked if not horrified. He smirked and sat up then crawled onto the bed and flopped down tiredly. He licked his lips and then hissed, snarling at the strange taste in his mouth. His fangs glistened with drool, and he gestured for his mate to come and lay by him again.

The male with the long hair panted hard, shaking and trying to fight the dizziness that just wracked his brain. He lazily crawled over to his mate, still in disbelief that he'd done something to deserve it. He wrapped his arms around his Keeper tightly, and kissed him on the cheek with every ounce of love in his heart. He wanted to cry because his Keeper had loved him so, but he felt lost in the euphoria and dazed with disbelief. He held the tyrant Wolf and kept his head below his mate's showing respect and affection of the highest accord. It wasn't long before the two passed out. But when they did, they were both lain out in a mess of sheets, arms around each other like they actually belonged together.

Fandom: BlueEliteShipping

Pairing: Melvin x Chris x Blu



Story:

Blu wandered through her Castle in Oblivion, she was bored, and rather irritated with how messy one of her rooms was. Melvin had been up all night in there playing video games, because we all know the Castle of Oblivion has WiFi and a SEXBOX720 just for him. She began cleaning up the area, when she heard someone run past the doorway. She looked up just in time to catch a glance at the person, presuming it was Melvin - until she recognized her long Victorian Dress. Rolling her eyes, she decided to handle another problem that generally occurred within her Castle. Blu almost face-palmed as she walked out the doorway, to see that Christopher, Melvin's mate, was wearing a goddamned dress. Again. Irritated, Blu yelled for Melvin to get his ass out from wherever he was, and of course the idiot came walking in, just to point and laugh at Chris. The God looked at Melvin, she was his Overseer to when they shared words, it was deep, and important. Together the three of them walked into another room, so sit and speak. Chris didn't seem to want to say anything, he was embarrassed and Melvin's habits had surely called for it.

The God looked at the boy, and spoke to him, telling him that he was beautiful regardless, but that he should slap Melvin for making him dress that way. All the while Melvin was smirking and grinning, excitedly almost. He sat on the other side of Chris, the three of them just sitting on this Victorian Black & Red bed. Blu had a thing for the Victorian-Gothic Era. Though she was far more Ancient, the God surely did enjoy nice things. What happened next was rather intriguing, normally such a vigilant God, Blu would turn to meet eyes with the boy, who had this beautiful long hair. The God would lean in and kiss the side of his face, reassuring him as he blushed, that he was anything but ugly in appearance. She ran her hand through his hair, and then undid the bows that Melvin had made him put in it. Letting it free-fall down his shoulders, she smiled at him, and he only turned more red.

Melvin sensed the God's energy change. She was that of brilliance, and beauty, and he would have done anything for her upon her asking. Her blue hair just seemed to shimmer, and he felt himself falling into exhilaration just watching her touch the boy. It was no secret that Melvin had a thing for ribbons, he was currently wearing bright blue electric-colored ones. He played with one of the bows on his wrist, then looked over at the God again. She seemed to just be so sweet to Chris, it made him curious, so he watched them carefully. Melvin was always more than observant in any given situation, even though most didn't realize it. As the God played with the boy's hair, he blushed and lightly kissed the side of her face, making Melvin smirk. It was a recognized sign of respect, one he'd taught the boy to show his God regularly. He watched his God dust off the long dress that Chris was wearing, again Melvin smirked, because it was such a nice touch. In a condescending kind of way. But he was the Alpha, and the only person higher on the stature chart, was the God of Oblivion herself.

The God looked at Melvin, and their eyes met with curiosity and complete power. They both watched each other, and then a moment later, both of the dominant Wolves kissed the boy between them, lightly on the cheek. The boy with the long hair felt a wave of love and purity wash over him, and he blushed and closed his eyes. Not much longer after he could feel Melvin biting the side of his neck, while the Colored God just lightly kissed him. They both felt entirely different, and went about things, totally different. Melvin seemed to be doing something, and Christopher opened his eyes, but a moment later the scene went black, as he felt something go over his eyes and around his head. Melvin had used one of his many ribbons to blindfold the boy, who was suddenly nervous. He could feel Blu still kissing the side of his face, and took a deep breath wondering what they were both doing. The God gently ran her hands through his hair, and he felt Melvin press his face to him, so that their lips were touching. Melvin wasn't always rough, but he wasn't generally a gentle type either. He used his clawed hand to turn the boy's face, and pushed his tongue into the boy's mouth, kissing him while the Colored God, began to unzip the back of his dress.

Christopher's mind seemed to wander, into it's darkest recesses of love and trust, covered in darkness and curiosity. He felt Melvin nuzzle the side of his face, he was so affectionate whenever his God was around. The God had the back of his dress undone, and slipped it down and over his shoulders gently. There was no questioning it, she was undressing him, softly, and curiously. Chris felt Melvin grab his hand, then pull him forwards so that he was standing up. The boy stood taller than his Keeper, but there was no questioning it, Melvin had the strength and power behind him to do more than just kill that boy. He kept his gaze to the floor, even though he could not see, it was a trained response to the Keeper and the God being before him. He felt the God slip the dress off, then Melvin put something around his throat - another blue ribbon, using it as a leash to bring him to bed with he and his God. Chris obeyed, as not doing so, would earn him the worst whipping of his life. He sat on the bed curiously, wanting to lift the blindfold, but not doing so because Melvin hadn't told him he could. He had already been with the God, but with Mel around, it was an entirely different ordeal. Respect of the highest accord was required always around Melvin. The God at least seemed to allow the boy to truly be himself, though he was still overly cautious with her.

Chris felt the God touching his face, and then a moment later he could see her. She had crawled onto him and had nudged him softly until he'd been laying down. And now, he had Melvin's God - on top of him. His eyes went wide, their deep blue color taking in her glorious appearance. Apparently she was a master of slipping clothing off, because she surely, was not wearing anything. She giggled and played with his long hair, and the boy smiled at her and kissed her face. Melvin wasn't wearing anything - except all those ridiculous ribbons. His hair was disheveled and he seemed overly fascinated with Blu, which was nothing new to Chris. He gently reached up and touched the God's face, her flesh was so pale, perfect and soft. She gently leaned down and kissed the side of his neck, making a strange wolfish growl at him. Chris turned to face the God, watching her curiously. She crawled back off of him, and stayed on the bed, sitting there, facing Melvin. It didn't take Christopher long to notice, that the God had a very, very blue tail. He felt it brush against his leg, and sat up to play with it. He reached down and took Melvin's blue ribbon, and tied it over her tail, in a perfect bow.

While Chris was tying the ribbon over Blu's tail, the God was kissing Melvin, who was flushed in the face - so much so, that it was visible through his perfect tan. He grinned and passionately kissed the God, being submissive to only her, and letting her kiss him as he sat there. His spiky hair seemed to just glow in the lighting as they did so, and if he'd had his tail, it surely would have been thumping with excitement. Blu's curious tail flicked, and found Chris's hand. She wrapped it around his hand and guided him closer to her, while kissing Mel gently. Melvin's eyes widened, knowing what she was up to, and he could only laugh. He continued to kiss the God, lightly, and feverishly, licking the side of her face and her neck, trying to pretend that he didn't know what was going on. Something that generally made it easier on the male with the silvery hair.

Christopher watched Blu's tail, it truly was an immaculate thing. It swayed from side to side, taunting him, like it had a mind of its own. He looked at Blu's back, she was so pale, and her Godly stature was just so straight up and proud. He wished he could be like her, and sometimes, he wished that he just was her, with the way that Melvin loved her so. He gently reached out and grabbed her tail, it rested in his hand, soft and almost silky to the touch. The blue-colored fur was almost as bright as her hair, and he found himself gently stroking it, and fixing the misplaced fur. As he did so, he curiously watched the back of her head, he could see Melvin standing before her, in all his glory just lightly proving his love to her. Out from either side's of her hair, large blue ears just slid up, and pointed directly upwards. Chris released her tail, and Melvin yielded for the disposition, but she only giggled and flattened them. Those ears gave the God a certain kind of power over them - well, perhaps not so much of a power, more of a significant way to tell them who she was and what she was feeling towards them or anyone else. To understand the Wolf, was to understand Melvin and his God.

The God laid down on the bed, flicking her long blue tail curiously and almost more like a cat would. Melvin's tongue hung from his mouth, and he followed her over to the side of the bed, and rested his head atop hers. Chris watched as her long ears naturally slid up her head, forced high into the air, just on either side of where his jaw was sitting. He seemed to have a quicker pace to his breathing and he just laid there, his light blue eyes watching his male lover sit there curiously. The God laid on her back, her tail writhed and flicked. She looked over at Chris and smiled at him, then made a gesture playfully with her finger for him to come over by her. The boy did as he was told, minding Melvin and his curious but still stern gaze. He reached down and grabbed Blu's tail, and looked at it, then peered down into her eyes. The God seemed to be fascinated with his mate, and he grinned, his eyes only glistening even more in the lighting. He hissed at the boy with the long hair, and watched him wince naturally. Melvin laughed loving the control he had over him, but then the God looked at him and he fell totally silent, still a smirk ever clearly on his face.

Chris calmly crawled onto the God. This wasn't going to be difficult, she was beautiful, loving, gentle, and overly affectionate towards him. But it was a little difficult, only because she was Mel's God, which meant a-fucking-lot to him. Blu watched Chris, and reached out with her hand to lightly brush the hair from his eyes. He was so beautiful, she just absolutely had no emotion other than love towards that boy. She guided him as he gently became one with her, the God's eyes responding with a faint glow. Melvin sat up, his perfect body shimmering in the sunlight that came on through the windows of the Victorian styled room. He grinned and leaned over to bite his boy, who was steadily moving with the God that was below him. He grabbed the boy's face, and kissed him, fiendishly and dominantly. Running his clawed hands down Chris's back, he forced him to arch just by touching him, as he moved and fucked his God. He seemed to think this amusing, and kissed Chris deeply, knowing that it only sent him into serious euphoria.

Blu giggled and howled, watching them was more than pleasurable without the fact that the boy seemed to go farther into her the more that his lover touched him. Blu loved to watch the two boys, she cared for them so much, that she would have gladly done anything for them to prove it. Her long ears curled into the shape of blue horns, and she howled and cried out of sheer pleasure. Her blue tail flicked upwards and went between Chris's legs creeping up his back, which had to be a rather strange sensation, but one he was familiar with since he'd been with the God beforehand. The boy cringed and gasped as he kissed his Keeper, the Overseer's tail felt amazing against his light-colored flesh. The more Melvin got into kissing the boy, the more he seemed to be into it with his God. Blu seemed to appreciate it, that much was more than clear. Melvin seemed to be confident in the manner of which things were going, so the spiky-haired Wolf grabbed the boy by the neck, and pushed him down on Blu, who watched curiously, flicking her tail.

Blu gently embraced Chris, she knew that his Big Bad Wolf had decided to take over the events. And she flicked her tongue between her fangs, inviting him to take over. The God gently ran her long nails down Chris's back, he held her, and kissed the side of her face until he found her lips. He lovingly kissed the God, proving to her that she meant the world to him as well. He felt her reach up and grab his hair, so he found hers and cradled her in his arms. He felt Melvin behind him and the boy with the silvery hair closed his eyes, and leaned down, and continued to kiss the God of Oblivion. She growled and tensed up as she felt the boy do so, him still moving atop her to keep her interested. Melvin would stop them for a moment, his deviance getting more than just the best of him. Smirking he grabbed the boy by the hips, and forced his way into him, making Chris stop kissing Blu just to wince and howl in a bit of pain. The God of the Color Blue leaned up and gently kissed Chris, nuzzling his face and attempting to distract him from the pain of his Keeper. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her strange tongue in his, sucking on his and lightly tugging on his long silver hair. He moaned as he kissed her, not really moving since Melvin seemed to smirk and take care of that.

The tyrannical Melvin howled and laughed, fucking Chris hard, which just made him cry out as he held his Keeper's God close to him. Blu howled as Melvin railed Chris, it was forcing the boy into her as he cringed and moaned against her pale flesh. She reached up and kissed him on the cheek, and he just stopped - his eyes wide at the gesture of compassion and affection. His hands found hers and then locked fingers, then he slid her hands upwards, her arms bent at the elbows. Christopher pressed his lips to the God's wincing as Melvin steadily gave it to him, keeping a tight grasp on him. Chris felt the God's body tense, as she naturally arched upwards from the enjoyment of the two mates. He arched his back as Melvin railed him, pushing deeper into the God that so willfully allowed him to do. He gasped and moaned in pleasure, gripping her hands, feeling hers hold his tightly. Melvin howled like an intoxicated fool, peering down at the two and grinning cynically. Christopher began to feel as though he was being loved by two Gods, since one was a God, and the other was his Keeper, which to him, was more than close enough.

Melvin continued to be totally awesome, he was giving it like how he liked, while his God seemed to be pleased with the entire situation, only pleasing him even more. He hadn't done this sort of thing beforehand, nor had the other two, so the strange experience added to their eternal bond that would forever exist between the three anyways. The God howled and her eyes lit up, indicating that she was more than ready. Grinning, the dominant male continued to do as he wished, feeling Chris tense up as he came inside of the God of Oblivion. Sent into pure ecstasy of the highest accord, Melvin huffed and shook his head, dizzy with the intoxicating rush of love. He listened to the two pant as he let off into the boy, then slowly pulled back out of him, watching the love that connected them drip from his mate. They boy got off of the God and laid beside her, she was panting and clearly worn the hell out. Satisfied with pure deviance once again, the tyrant Wolf laid beside the God and took her into his arms and kissed the side of her face delighted. Christopher embraced her as well, reaching past her and gently holding onto the Keeper that protected he and the God. Together they laid back and relaxed, Blu's tail flicking beneath her as they sighed heavily and caught their breath. Eyes glowing, they all closed them, and eventually the God drifted off into a deep sleep.

The Alpha male watched her sleep, occasionally nuzzling the side of her face with affection. The boy with the silver lazily stroked her head, until he too fell asleep. Melvin watched his two mates sleep, protectively, watching them with his stern and powerful eyes. He looked at the God and his boy and shook his head, wondering what it was that just made them so damned special to him. He was a evil deviant for so long, but to them, he was everything, and that meant more to him than anyone could have described with words.

Fandom: Godshipping

Pairing: Blu x Melvin



Story:

Melvin cracked his neck and his fists, and staggered into the room. He wasn't really enjoying this place, so much, anymore. The Dirty Hideout was a lot of things, but comforting just wasn't one of them. He was tired of getting into bar fights, and having to beat the living fuck out of everyone that just couldn't fucking behave. He sighed and walked into one of the back rooms, and flicked the lights on. Mel left the door open and then walked into the bathroom, so that he could clean himself up. His lower lip was busted wide open, and his eye was bleeding from getting jacked in the face by some idiot with rings on. Melvin was very, very sure that it wouldn't happen again. Melvin had broken ribs, a busted up face, and was coughing up blood - and he still beat that other male about ten times worse. He was pretty sure that other fucker was going to be spending the week in the hospital at this point. Peering into the mirror, Melvin opened his bloodshot eyes wide and groaned when he saw his face. Reaching into the sink with a cool rag, he turned the water on, then made it cold so that he could hold the cloth to his stupid lip. It was no secret that Melvin was addicted to violence, but at this point, all he wanted to do, was fucking relax.

The male with the spiky hair jerked around when he heard the door to that room open. He clenched his fists and headed towards the door, but then halted immediately when he saw just who it was. It was his God, Blu. Why she had come to the Hideout he did not know, but he removed the cloth from his face, and immediately tried to make himself look like he wasn't just beaten to Hell. But she knew that he was hurt, and delicately kissed his face, then went about getting the First Aid Kit to patch him up. Melvin watched as she put butterfly stitches to his face, so that his fucking eye would just stop bleeding. Her hands were cold, and about as cold as her eyes themselves. When she was done she wandered out of the bathroom, so go and find him something to wrap up his wrist, since it was bruised to fucking hell from connecting repeatedly with someone's face. The Wolf got up and staggered out of the bathroom, and found the usual leather chair that was placed in all of the Dirty Hideout rooms. He sat down in it with the cloth to his lip, cursing to himself that the God had to care for him in the first place.

The Colored God wrapped Melvin's wrist, watching the male's eyes just show pain and suffering. In all actuality he looked like he wanted to scream or cry, but it was Melvin - pain - meant nothing to him. He found that he was clenching his fists again, then relaxed and sighed watching Blu. Once she was done she leaned down and kissed his forehead, then turned around to leave. But before she did, Melvin grabbed her arm, and asked her to stay with him. She agreed to do so, knowing that Chris was still back safely at home, and closed the door and locked it. Melvin held out his arms weakly to the God, and she climbed into his lap and embraced him gently. She looked down at his chest, to see that his shirt was torn open at the collar, so she finally demanded a further explanation than the one given earlier. Melvin sighed and took off his shirt, wincing and coughing hard, showing her the damage and explaining that he'd been into another fight, again. He was always getting into them, since he was House Guardian. That meant that he was the biggest of the Alphas, and would be responsible for keeping everyone in line.

As the God sat in his lap, Melvin held her around the waist just gently enough to keep her there. She spoke to him softly encouraging him to quit the job that caused him so much pain, but as always, he preferred to stand tall and take things head-on. Melvin's hands went up the girl's back, her flesh was smooth and soft. He noticed that she was wearing a tight blue shirt, and a lovely black skirt with tons of ribbons hanging from it. He loved ribbons - well, his messed up drug-habit side did. So yeah, he did. He reached down and touched the ribbons, and smiled shaking his head at the Color God. She had long metal-head pants on beneath the skirt, with tons of chains and other things hanging from them. Melvin only yielding to her, no one else, except his God, and maybe perhaps the boy once or twice. His thoughts went to the God for what she was, beautiful, amazing and everything that he loved so dearly. Before he could stop himself he kissed her, bringing her closer to him. She kissed him back and he moaned just slightly, breaking the kiss to pant, his light blue eyes glowing into hers. He wanted her badly, and though he was injured it would never be enough to stop him from making love to his God. He waited for her permission, it was a subtle thing that came with that blue tail of hers, which he knew to be carefully hidden beneath her skirt.

Melvin gently moved his hands lower, reaching beneath her skirt to find that tail that was wrapped around her. He smirked at her and his eyes seemed to haze over, almost like he'd been in a trace or something. Blu's long ears came up from beneath her hair, and then flattened for the Alpha Wolf for the moment. She shook her head at him like she couldn't believe he'd want her when he hurt so dearly, but her ears went up and curled so the gesture was welcoming. Melvin gently yanked her tail, hissing playfully and letting his tongue hang from his mouth. He watched Blu get off of him and stand up, and he removed her pants, so that he could see the bright blue tail now wagging and flicking him. He slowly walked over to her and kissed her, while undoing his shredded-up jeans. The God was shorter then he by a few inches, which made everything beyond perfect. Melvin took the God's hands and pulled her towards him, as he winced and sat back on the chair. He watched as her eyes started to glow, and he licked his fangs with his long tongue. Growling at her he watched her climb back into his lap, positioning herself so that she could sit on him without injuring him. Melvin leaned forwards to kiss her, slowly and gently as he guided himself into her.

Blu stretched and pushed the hair from her shoulders, then peered into Melvin's amazing eyes. She gently moved her frailer-looking form back and fourth upon him, feeling him pulse from the inside. She growled and kissed him harder, playfully biting and sucking on his tongue as she moved. She felt his hands grab her around the waist, her skirt tickling his flesh as he did so. The Wolf could feel the God tense up as she moved, and he tried to fight the urge to push into her because she felt so damned good. He let out a small cry, that sounded like an innocent yelp, as if the kid were innocent at all. But to her he was, and that was what mattered. She moved her hips back and fourth, her pale body revealed as Melvin undid her shirt. He didn't take it off, he viewed her with respect, and if she wanted to, she'd do it, so he just did it enough where he could see her pale flesh, and continued to kiss her and run his fingers through her long blue hair. He cringed as his breathing quickened, the Spiky-haired Wolf panting as she moved atop him like she was perfecting a beautiful dance or something. The way she moved was natural, rhythmic, and pure, and downright fucking sexy. The Alpha Wolf leaned down and kissed the side of her throat, then bit down on her neck with his sharp fangs that were grafted to his face. He listened to her moan as he sucked on her neck, determined to leave a nice large mark of his territory.

The God's tail stiffened, feeling the one below her push her downwards by the hips so that he went farther into her. She let out and slight yowl, and flicked her tail around herself, her crystal blue eyes meeting Melvin's as he watched her. Blu's ears curled upwards tightly, the sense of pleasure and eroticism purely in the air. Her tail thumped against the front of the chair they were on, flicking as curling as she moved up and down on Melvin. She reached out with her clawed hands, and gently guided his face closer to hers, her neck sore from him having bit her so roughly. She gently let her tongue slide into his mouth, arching her back, and moving lower down onto him. He growled and then frowned at her curiously, then smirked and pulled back from her and flicked his tongue between his two large fangs. The God reached up and grabbed the back of his hair, then ran her nails up against the side and back of his head. Melvin reached out with his hand and lightly touched just below her chin, bringing her face towards his so he could kiss her softly on the lips. His other hand slowly went up and down her pale chest, tracing over the area where her heart would be. He let his nails scratch her ever so lightly, going up and down and bringing shivers with them. The God breathed out slower, trying to fight her body's urge to release upon her mate.

Melvin could tell that he'd done well to stimulate the God more than enough. He nuzzled the side of her face, then stopped fucking her, and nudging her to get off of him. Curiously Blu did so, and Melvin led her over to the bed. The God followed him willfully, and climbed onto the bed, turning around to see that Mel stood there and had reached out to grab her tail. She liked the feel of his grasp, so tight and dominant. She pulled the tail from his hand and flicked him with it, then he stepped closer and reached out and grabbed her. Standing up upon the bed with her positioned like a Wolf, Melvin entered her again, harder, and faster this time. Determined to please his God, he grabbed her by the hips, his nails dragging into her pale flesh as he watched her tail move, only lifting the back of her skirt up higher. He reached out with his right hand, his broken hand, and without thinking, grasped her tail and pulled it towards him. He coughed for a moment and then winced, still continuing to give it to her like he so wanted to. He watched her turn back to look at him, and he let her tail go, watching it shoot up into the air and curl down towards her back almost like a husky's would. The spiky-haired male panted, watching her back arch allowing him to go further into her. He listened to her howling, and realized he occasionally howled with her, the more often he pushed in deeper.

The God tensed up, howling and arching her back high, and her tail higher. Melvin grabbed her tail and pushed into her hard, and harder as she howled from the pleasure he gave her. He felt her give inside, and then a moment later everything felt much too good. The Alpha shoved himself deep into her, and pulled back, then went into her as far as he could, moaning and howling all the while. He winced in pain as he came inside of her, her panting and her muscles completely tensed making it feel extremely awesome. The male with the tanned flesh and the standing hair gently eased out of his God, then panted heavily and sat upon the bed. He coughed hard and leaned over, spitting up blood and wincing even harder. The God gently came up from behind him and rested her head against his shoulder. Melvin gagged and then shook his head, then turning to the God that so boldly gave him her affection. He embraced her gently, and laid down with her, wrapping her in the sheets that were on the bed at one point. Melvin cradled the God in his arms, slowly kissing her forehead until she drifted off to sleep in his arms. Nuzzling the side of her face, he kissed the large mark that his fangs had left upon her, then held her until he passed out. When he got up though, he surely had some injuries to fix.

Fandom: EvilNumberShipping

Paring: Chris x Mel



Story:
The boys were bored, sitting around the Castle of Oblivion with nothing to do. The Color God had gone out errand-running, so they literally had nothing else to do, other than sit there playing video games. As usual Melvin was on the SEXBOX720, it seemed sometimes that nothing was more interesting than shooting noobs online. Chris watched Melvin play for a while, just laying back in his lap, with his head on Mel's thigh as Mel sat there cross-legged on the bed. He was in front of the TV like a total idiot, much too close really. Occasionally during intermissions, Melvin would stop playing to looked down at the boy with the long hair, who just laid there in his black clothing. It was cold in the Castle, so Melvin reached over to the nightstand that was beside the bed, and covered Chris in his old black Nazi jacket. Hell only knew where he'd gotten it from, but Mel thought he looked hot in it, so the boy wore it when they were "playing war games". Chris watched Mel go back to playing, and turned his head to watch the TV screen, while rubbing his face against his Keeper's leg. He was snuggled beneath his thick black jacket, warm and rather frisky.

The spiky-haired War Dog watched TV intently, occasionally cursing that the TV and even growling at it. A few times he wanted to throw the controller, but he remembered that his person he was playing as - had a rocket launcher. He growled and reached up to scratch his head, then fired the launcher at the opposing team's helio, blowing the fucker up immediately. He laughed and then grinned proudly, then turned his character towards the next objective. Unfortunately for Melvin, it was going to be rather hard.... hard for him to get to the next objective. He was about to be AFC for a moment or so because he had to stop to look down at Chris, who had his hands down Mel's pants. How the boy had managed to stealthy unzip the Wolf's pants Melvin did not know, but he decided to go back to the game, squinting and hissing, each time Chris stroked him too gently. He rejoined his team, and yanked off his headset, knowing that making those kinds of sounds probably wouldn't end all that well, especially if the guys he were playing with, learned that a guy was playing with Melvin, who couldn't fire straight in the game for the life of him right then. He licked his fangs and growled, occasionally letting his tongue hang from him mouth to pant. The boy with the long hair put on his jacket and then sat behind Melvin, continuing to so what he was doing.

Chris leaned towards his Keeper, his bare chest pressed up against Melvin as he nuzzled the side of his neck from behind him. His smooth hands ran up and down his Keeper's perfect body that was tense and firm in all its glory. Chris loved the way that Melvin felt, but he seemed to currently be loving the way the Wolf missed in the game or tried to sit more comfortably to ignore him. Which was next to near impossible when a white-haired boy was sitting there jerking his Wolf off. Chris bit the side of Mel's neck, making him pant and growl. He was so determined to play the game that Chris found himself further determined to distract him. Melvin would stop and moan here and there, seeming to freeze up when his mate did things like nuzzle and bite at him, begging for his Keeper's attention. Melvin winced in pleasure and arched his back pressing up against the boy who had nothing but that jacket on, and whatever pajama pants he'd been wearing. Hissing, Mel curled his lips, his light blue eyes flashing as he stared at the TV, laughing playfully and thinking about giving in. He cringed a moment later, Chris had licked his hand, and proceeded to make him feel rather strange. Finally the match of the game ended, and Melvin had done 3rd place in the ranks. Rather amused with this, and throttled with the boy grasping him so tightly, he backed out of the game and left it on the Open Lobby setting.

Melvin grabbed his mate by his long hair, biting the side of his neck then finding his lips and pushing his tongue roughly into Chris's mouth. Chris laughed as Melvin did it, knowing that his Keeper finally couldn't resist his urges. Chris reached out and grabbed onto Mel's hair, then laughed and whispered into his Keeper's ear. He looked at the Wolfish ear and bit his lip, then watched the Keeper consider what he said. When Melvin's tongue hung from his mouth Chris laughed, then kissed his face and ran off into another room. Melvin shook his head and chased after him, trying to pull up his pants and make sure none of the Castle pets or guards saw anything. He failed and they came down in the doorway, then he shrugged and kicked the door shut behind him. He had to laugh, since they were in a Armory Room, where Chris kept all of his guns, specifically a favorite, the .50 Cal Beretta Sniper Rifle. Melvin looked around the room for the boy, and then found him towards the back, literally bent over one side of his old desk, reaching for something. Melvin laughed, this was all to easy. He ran up behind the kid and pulled down his pajama pants, they were black and soft as fucking cotton. Chris seemed surprised and turned around, and Melvin realized what he'd been reaching for. Grinning, he looked at the .50 cal that was sitting in front of Chris, who was making sure that the Firing Pins were changed so that the fucker wouldn't go off during their little game.

Chris laid back on the desk with the gun over his chest, the black jacket hanging over either side of his body. His long hair was scattered everywhere, and he watched his Alpha curiously, holding the gun tightly like he loved it or something. Well, he probably did. It was his one and only companion while he was away at war. Melvin stood over the side of the desk, looking down at the boy curiously. He flicked his tongue at him as his bright blue eyes wandered, observing the boy's paled flesh. He reached down to touch him, gently running his fingers down his chest, and touching the Dog Tags that he always wore, as Melvin had demanded of him and even the Color God. He watched the boy's face as he let his fingers travel down his stomach, the kid seemed to breath deeper, trying to brace himself for whatever his Keeper was going to do to him. He held onto the rifle, peering up at Mel and just watching him, flush red in the face just below his eyes and all over his cheekbones. Melvin smirked at the boy and admired his rifle, while gently letting his hand travel down the inside of the pale kid's leg. He just stood there watching the silver-haired ex-sniper, while gently running his fingers over him slowly. He watched as the boy twitched and gasped, it would have seemed that Melvin being gentle was the obvious way to send the boy into that euphoric state of mind again.

He continued to touch him softly, then stopped to nuzzle the side of his face and find his lips to kiss him lovingly. He broke the kiss from his mate and his fangs seemed to glisten, Melvin licked over them and then kissed his boy on the forehead. Chris watched Mel back away, and he laughed and put the gun behind him, then sat up. Mel reached up to touch the boy's face, bringing him closer so that he could suck on his tongue and run his fingers up and down against his flesh again. Chris moaned and kissed his Keeper deeply, the Alpha Wolf growling and taunting him with the gentle touch. His lover whined, begging for it, and turned over so that his Wolf could see where there would have been a tail, had the boy been a Wolf. Melvin smirked and kissed the boy, then reached up with his hand and touched the boy's lips, as he laid there on the desk, on his stomach and wearing nothing but that war jacket with the dog tags. Chris let his tongue slide out of his mouth slowly, and Melvin pushed his first two finger's into his mate's mouth, letting him suck on them. Melvin growled and bared his fangs in pleasure, and then pulled his fingers from the boy's face and went back to making out with him. He reached down behind the boy and made him moan, sticking his fingers into him and growling into the boy's ear as he did so.

Chris gasped and felt Melvin pull his hand back, and he panted and looked back at his Keeper, who came up behind him, and grabbed him by the hips, sliding him from the desk so that he was just bent over it again. He watched as Chris took the .50 in his arms with him and Melvin stopped to laugh, then demanded that he pretend to be sniping someone. Chris obliged Melvin excitedly, and pretended to be seeking someone out. There was no point in using the scope, he was maybe 20 paces from a wall and he'd see nothing, but he did at least make it look usable. Melvin seemed pleased with this and pulled up Chris's long jacket, flipped it up and then grabbed his boy and entered him, sliding into him and growling dominantly as he did so. The boy let out a sigh of pleasure as the Alpha entered him, he felt him stiffen and then he began to pant. He laughed and realized that he'd been stroking the barrel of the rifle. Melvin laughed and told him to keep doing it, that it was devious and sexy. Chris laughed and made it really obvious that he was trying to jack off the rifle, unaware of the fact that he'd accidentally put the real things into the gun that would let it go off. This is the part where we learn that he was rather intoxicated and had wandered into the room after drinking half a bottle of vodka. He was still kind of drunk, and well, soon the safety went into the OFF position. So many times that had happened.

Having a clip of ammo in the rifle made things dangerous and epic at the same time. Melvin gave it to him harder and faster, the long-haired boy moaning and howling as he rested against the loaded rifle. Had Chris not being such a dork, he'd of known that he had actually been taking the firing pins off, and subconsciously loading the rifle. It was a wonder that Melvin didn't know that - oh that's right, we forgot to mention that he was high, and had been playing video games totally stoned from painkillers. And epic situation that only got hotter with the presence of intoxicants. Melvin gave it to his boy, gripping him by the hips and crying out loudly, more for fun than for actual sheer feeling. Chris seemed to do the same, feeling his mate plow him from behind, dominating him and making him feel like he belonged to him. Chris laughed and arched forwards, if he'd had a tail, it would have been hiked high into the air right now. Melvin growled and ran his clawed hands down Christopher's back, making him feel good and completely out of control. Well, Chris was surely about to loose it, that much he was sure of. All that playing around had more than sent him into his determined rush, and it now made things all the easier for Mel.

Melvin's tongue hung from him mouth, and he reached down and grabbed the back of Chris's hair, yanking it, and then just letting go of it to push him down against the desk harder as he moved and fucked him. Howling hard, Melvin pushed Chris down, and Chris lost his balance and fell onto the rifle like a total idiot. Melvin didn't seem to notice, and then railed him harder, and harder, until he couldn't hold it in anymore. With a loud cry of sheer pleasure he let off, the boy doing it at the same time just from the excitement. Then - a second later - the .50 cal went off - and blew a hole though the closet door. Melvin stood there and busted out laughing, Chris bent over sheet-white and rather in terror for a moment there. Mel backed off of the silver-haired boy, and pulled him up and off of the rifle. Pretty soon both of the idiots were laughing, and then - they heard the bottom door to the lower level scream as it opened. Blu was home.

Fandom: BlueEliteShipping

Pairing: Blu x Mel x Chris



Story:
Today was a special day, on October the 13th, our favorite Spiky-Haired Wolf had turned 26. Yes, that's right, it was Melvin's birthday. Which only meant that a party was in full-swing that the Castle of Oblivion. People flocked in and out of the Castle, they were holding a Royal Ball in Melvin's honor. Blu walked in, in a beautiful dress, and Chris showed up in a rather beautiful outfit as well. The theme was Deep Gothic-Victorian, a theme that the trio shared a love for. Melvin however, was Melvin, and didn't dress up special at all. In fact, he didn't even really feel any different - he just knew that he was getting older. He speared his long hair, and it was freshly dyed, so the color was beyond perfect. Not much caring for the entire ordeal he threw on a black shirt with no sleeves, and then some black pants. Smirking his glowing blue eyes found a masquerade mask, one that would match the two, that he was sure his mates were wearing while out on the dance floor. He laughed at the situation and then went out there to find them, they were dancing together at the center of the floor in all their ravishing beauty.

Melvin eyed the God and the boy, he just felt so much love for them it would have easily made anyone else sick. The God and his boy walked over to him, and everyone at the party seemed to stop whatever they were doing. The God lowered her gaze for a brief moment, and the boy bowed to his Keeper, resulting in everyone preforming it from all around. Melvin watched them dizzily, the excitement was sure to drive him wild. It wasn't long before they engaged in crazy party affairs. The two male participated in drinking games, that resulted them making a mess of Melvin's birthday cake verses actually eating it. Melvin got pretty trashed, and Chris was almost just as bad. Melvin forgot about the whole age thing, and his God smiled upon them, as they sang to the music and then laughed and made a mess of glasses and other things. Their many fans and others that were at the ball, cheered them on, dancing around the two and encouraging them to join in. Blu, being the dominant protector in all of her Godly mannerisms, shook her head and laughed, then told her boys to have fun. Melvin got up and ran over to the God, and kissed her, and held her tightly for a moment. His God giggled and brushed some of the cake from his hair, and then shooed him off to have a good time.

Christopher grabbed Mel's hands and then the two went out onto the dance floor. They laughed and put on their masks, moving and swaying to the music. Neither of them led, and they looked more like two youthful kids just having a good time more than anything. It wasn't long before the two just held hands and spun around, until everything else spun with them and they let go and fell to the ground laughing their asses off. Blu kept her gaze upon them, laughing and more than pleased with their total happiness. She watched them get up, staggering around drunk and rocking out like never before. They went back over to where the cake was, Chris climbed up onto the huge dining hall style table and just sitting there grabbing pieces and eating it. Melvin laughed and threw some of it at him, and before they knew it, the cake was all over the ball room. Blu laughed as she watched them, shaking her head and continuing to watch just how playful they were. Melvin fed Chris some of the cake, and then the boy with the long silver hair did the same to his mate. Melvin grinned and shoved the boy over, and just started kissing him and occasionally stopping to lick his fingers that was covered with the cake. Blu covered her face and laughed, then pulled her mask down over her face. She smiled, and continued to watch them play.

With their God watching them, to ensure that they didn't get hurt, the two very different boys continued to wrestle around and throw Melvin's birthday cake all over the damned place. At one point Melvin just stopped and busted out laughing, because Chris had thrown some at the wall, for almost no reason. They began to point at it, the cake was stuck to the wall and didn't fall off of it for a while. Apparently, to those two drunk deviants, that was downright hilarious. They paused to listen to the club-like music that was blaring throughout the ballroom, and Melvin started moving his head from side to side happily, laying on top of Chris, who was just uncontrollably laughing at him. Everyone laughed and cheered them on, and Melvin waved and casually flipped everyone off with an astounding big.... smile. Yes, apparently Melvin could do that. He showed off those big fangs of his, and then his eyes went wide, and his smile turned into a shocked look. He felt Chris lean up to kiss him, ever so softly. Then he bit down on Mel's neck just a bit, and Melvin's eyes went into a flat expression, his tongue hanging from his mouth like a proper Wolf. He growled as his mate and closed his eyes, not aware of the fact that his God was still watching them. It wasn't until he heard her voice behind him, that he turned around and realized she was right there. Grinning he jumped off of the table, and grabbed her, and kissed her roughly. The God looked shocked for a moment, and then just rolled her eyes and went with it.

Melvin howled out loud and looked at the many fans that were hollering and cheering at them. He looked at Blu then licked her face, and then saw Chris behind her playing with her hair. Melvin was rather flushed in the face, as he spoke to his God quietly, whispering into her ear about his birthday wish that he was supposed to have made before destroying the cake. Blu giggled and looked into Melvin's piercing blue eyes, they were amazing, and so was he. She felt Chris put his arms around her, and ran her hand along his arm that went over her chest. It wasn't long before the God sent everyone away, so that she could spend the rest of the night with her two companions, and of course, so that Melvin could be happy and get what he'd asked for.

Chris ran into their bedroom and the other two followed laughing. By now Melvin had mysteriously gotten the God drunk, and everything seemed beyond funny to the three of them. Chris flopped down onto the bed on his back and made a mess of provocative comments towards his Keeper, laughing and asking him if he'd remembered their last encounter with the .50 caliber rifle. Blu sat on the bed and looked confused, and then she said that she now understood why there was a hole in the closet door in their other room where Chris kept all the war stuff. Melvin's only response to hearing them talk was laughter, he just couldn't seem to keep it together. He grinned widely, and then noticed that Blu and Chris were suddenly sitting on either side of him. His eyes went wide, as they both kissed his cheek at the same time, on opposite sides of him. He swallowed and then grinned even wider, his fangs out in the open, and his tongue out. He let out a slight howl, and then felt the two of them reaching up the back of his shirt and scratching his back. He panted and looked straight ahead, howling and feeling their hands go down his pants as they scratched him even harder. It wasn't long before they had convinced their Alpha Wolf to take everything off. Blu then stood before him in all of her Godly might, and just smirked, letting Chris slip her clothing off. Melvin stared at them hard, almost as if he couldn't believe this was happening.

Melvin watched Blu take Chris's clothing off, that was just interesting because he was much taller than she was. Melvin was dizzily watching them, and growled at them, his signal that he wanted them both. He studied the body of that God, his eyes just wide and light in their blue coloring. How he loved her... no one would ever understand. He laid down on the bed and growled at her, watching her crawl onto him and lay there, just waiting patiently and acting like she didn't want it. Chris seemed to think that it was funny, he watched her tail slap itself against Melvin's legs, and crawled over by them and tugged on it playfully, smiling and thinking it was downright awesome. Blu flicked her tail upwards at the boy and laughed, then used a clawed hand to bring him close to her so that she could kiss him ever so gently. The tyrannical badass with the spiky hair watched them kiss each other, they just seemed to both have tons of emotion inside of them that only came out that hard when they were together. He felt the thumping of Blu's tail as she kissed the boy, and smirked. They seemed to sense his over-eager stare, because they slowly broke their kiss, and turned to look at their Big Bad Wolf. Almost as though they could read each other's thoughts, the boy and the girl crawled atop the wolf, laying partially on him, and to the side of him, licking the side of his face, and nuzzling his neck. Melvin howled and laughed, and put his arms around them.

Neither the God, nor the boy saw anything wrong with pleasuring their glorious Wolf who seemed to snicker and howl at their gestures towards them. He watched them kissed him and then realized shortly after, exactly where this was going. Before the Wolf knew it he was a howling Wolf, one that cried to the moon while his two lovers licked him steadily knocking heads playfully. Wide-eyed Melvin looked down and moaned, watching his two lovers use their tongues to taste his smooth flesh. He howled and looked up at the ceiling, which was totally interesting when you had two people licking you. He could barely tell which one was doing what, since they were both strangely good with their devious abilities. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and hissed at them to stop before he made a mess of things. Laughing and grinning he sat up and demanded that his God come to him and entertain him. The God's ears slid up and curled into the shape of horns, the indication that his demands would surely be met. The Wolf laid back on the bed, and the God sat atop him, moving atop him to ensure that the Wolf was happy. While she did so her tail flicked between his legs, curling up and downwards, and teasing and tickling his flesh. The God growled and turned to face the boy, reaching out and brushing the hair from his eyes. She flared her ears back and then whined, indicating that she wanted him to come closer. Melvin growled and watched the boy sit beside him, leaning in to kiss the God ever so gently. He seemed to get into it, and grabbed the God's hair as he kissed her, sitting on his knees. She still kept her awesome balance atop Melvin, moving as she kissed Chris, giggling and using her strong back to ride her Big Wolf.

Chris kissed the God gently, he noticed that he still had his mask on, and slowly lifted it up. He reached up and lifted hers up, and then looked into her beautiful eyes. He went in to slowly kiss the side of her face, but he suddenly gasped and reached out to grab her, moaning and wincing in a slight pain. Melvin laughed and the boy turned around, feeling the Wolf's sudden intrusion. He smiled as his lover and turned red in the face, and before he could say anything, he felt Blu move and lean forwards to bite him. Chris winced and moaned, kissing the God that rocked atop his master. Melvin had licked his fingers and pushed them into the boy, searching for the spot that would set him off. They were all still rather intoxicated, and continued to do as they pleased without regrets. The boy kissed the God harder, sucking on her tongue as his mind went wild. Melvin growled and pushed into the God, that steadily moved with her prefect hips. He could feel her tense up, and worked hard to make sure that she stayed that way. Cold hands rubbed the boy, a strange and euphoric feeling that came from the God he kissed. He let out a slight howl, his hands in her hair as Melvin messed with him. He gasped and felt the God run her hands steadily down him, still rocking and stroking the King that lay playfully in the bed. Melvin howled tensed up, letting off in unison with the powerful creature that sat atop him. He drew his hand back from the boy, as the God slipped off of him. Chris whined as Melvin laid him down, then guided Blu over to him to sit on him. The God obliged and grinned, looking at the boy who appeared to be somewhat shocked.

The tyrannical Wolf that was Melvin howled, watching the Colored God move her beautifully pale frame atop Chris. Melvin grinned as Chris winced and howled, the God felt so good it was amazing. He occasionally looked over to Melvin, who guided the God with his steady gaze. Blu moved steadily, moving perfectly so that Chris would find his way into her harder. She growled and watched him, smiling at him and running her fingers through her long hair that fell down her chest. Chris felt Melvin nuzzling the side of his face, and bit his lip watching the God. She just seemed to have this amazing control over her body, either that or she just knew what he liked. He sighed deeply and reached out to grab Melvin's spiky hair. He laughed and smiled, feeling the hair tickle his flesh. Melvin growled dominantly, making him yield and laugh. Melvin leaned down and bit his throat, then found the boy's lips and kissed him. He did it softly and lovingly, then steadily got rougher, the harder Blu seemed to move on him. Chris grabbed Mel's hair and kissed him, squinting and howling as Blu watched the boy release.

The three lovers laid together in bed, Blu between the two males. Melvin wore a glowing grin on his face as he spoke to them, getting what he wanted for his Birthday. He reached out and scratched Chris's head, who blushed and looked as his Wolf with a light and delicate smile. The God between them told them that she loved them, and the two boys lovingly as possible, leaned down to kiss her face. They wrapped their arms around her and each other, protecting their God that they seemed to love more than words could have expressed. The Wolf surely was the first to pass out, his fangs hung out of his mouth as he breathed in and out. Blu seemed to drift off next, she'd had her face to Mel's chest, just listening to his heartbeat. Christopher would stay up a while longer, admiring his mates and wondering what he'd done to deserve such amazing lovers. He smiled and gently reached out and scratched Melvin's head, his spiky-haired Wolf pulling up his lip in his sleep to growl. Mel's birthday bash had surely been a success, there was no one awake or asleep that was happier than he was. But when they got up the following they, they'd learn that they had one massive ass mess to clean up.

Fandom: EVILNUMBERSHIPPING

Pairing: Mel x Chris



Story:
Melvin walked towards the bedroom, his hair was a mess, and he just looked like he wanted to kill someone. Lately things had just been going downhill for him, and his job at the Hideout and his illegal jobs on the streets... just weren't cutting it anymore. He constantly got into it with other people, endangering himself and the two that he went so damned far to protect. He stood in the doorway, his head just leaning up against the entrance way to the bedroom. He knew Blu to be out for the day, her Godly presence was always requested for something lately. His beautiful crystal blue eyes seemed to slowly leave the floor, as he rubbed the side of his neck, and slowly found his bed at the center of the room. There were blankets hanging off either side, and tons of sheets everywhere. Curled up in the bedding and hiding beneath the pillows was Chris, his silver-haired boy that always cared a damned Sniper Rifle. Currently it was propped on the long dresser against the wall, thankfully with no clip, and stil with the safety in the OFF position. Melvin growled, something that had slways come natural to him for so very long. His large fangs were visable as he did so, and his long tongue would have been seen presenting itself for a short moment. He curled his lips and then sighed, hanging his head and then reaching up with his right hand to scratch his neck. His nails were left rather long, neatly, but longer. He felt the spiky hair shift as he scratched his head, then he moved his hand, and found his dog tags that were on his chest. Smirking he looked down to see what they said, Egyptian Hieroglyphics that meant something very important to the trio that included Blu of course.

The boy was sleeping soundly, his long hair scattered all over the bed where he slept. The Alpha Wolf wandered over to the bed, and then decided to take the day off from the rest of his usual ordeals. He laid beside the boy with the silver hair, and watched him sleep for a moment. The Wolf laid on his back, his arms bent up and put tucked behind his head as he just started at the ceiling above. Melvin sighed and absent-mindedly reached out and began to stroke the boy's head after a while. The boy would lift his head in his sleep, and have his eyes half-way open. Chris would recognize his Keeper and crawl over to him, and rest his head on his Wolf's shoulder, then drift back off to sleep with his left hand on Melvin's chest. Mel would reach down and pull one of the thinner blankets over his mate, and just sit there playing with his really long hair, thinking, debating on what the fuck to do. It was no secret on the street that Melvin was a serious dealer. Drugs, people, whatever Mel could get his claws on - he was selling for money. He was a pretty big Wolf, but there were others out there that he had to point his ears backwards a bit for. He didn't generally like his job, but once you were into the life, it was generally hard to get out. It had been that way for so long, that he really knew not what to do. Leaving the life was impractical, since he was labeled "WANTED" by the police and the federal government, getting a real job was absolutely out of the question. And Chris was never going back to the military after what had happened to him when he was captured for a year.

Christopher was so beautiful, even in his sleep. He slid his arm up and around Melvin's neck, reaching up in his sleep to find his spiky hair. Mel looked down and him and smirked, and just gently put his arm down on the kid's back so that he could scratch his head. He felt the boy continue to play with his hair, and before he was able to say anything, those deeply colored blue eyes were peering into his. Chris just smiled at Mel, and lightly kissed the side of his face, nuzzling his neck and showing his mate affection. He climbed onto his Keeper and hugged him, as if just seeing him there made him super happy or something. The Wolf smirked and shoved Chris off of him, and then pinned him to the bed, leaning down slowly to bite the side of the boy's neck. Chris laughed at him and leaned up to bite Mel, the Alpha releasing him slowly, like an actual wolf in the wild would have. His light-blue eyes were wide and curious, and looked down upon the one who looked up at him. Melvin looked away and smirked, and Chris suddenly reached up and grabbed his Wolf playfully, and rolled over on the bed with him, on top of him again. Melvin's thoughts about the day seemed to dissolve, and he grabbed his mate and kissed him, snarling as he did it forcefully, trying to say through kissing him that he was the Alpha. But his boy was in a playful mood and continued to test Melvin, determined to get his Wolf to be playful too. And sure enough, it was working, because Melvin allowed it.

The Wolf snorted playfully, and bit down on the side of the boy's neck. The fangs seemed to enhance the effect of biting his lover, who cringed and squirmed below him as he did it. Melvin laughed and slowly let the kid go, peering down at him once again. He brushed the hair from the boy's eyes and slowly leaned down to kiss the top of his forehead. He let out a slight growl, it sounded loving and almost affectionate in nature. The boy below him slowly reached up and wrapped his arms around Melvin, determined for him to stay there and not leave him. He liked the feeling of Melvin's lips pressed to his skin, it gave him the tingles and actually made him feel warm inside. And outside, his face was flushed and his eyes rounded out as he smiled, and reached up to touch the Wolf's face. He ran his finger under Melvin's left eye, causing Mel to growl and turn away. There was a rather obvious cut there from a week or so ago, when he had gotten into a nasty fight and hit in the face with a beer bottle. He was rather lucky that the little gash was all that he got. Chris pulled his Wolf closer, and gently pressed his hand to the side of Mel's face. The Wolf's sad eyes met Chris's - it appeared that Melvin had a personal dislike for imperfections on his face. Gently and delicately the boy leaned up and kissed the would, so gently that Melvin seemed to relax quite a bit. Which was surprising because other than by the force of dominant words, the only one who calmed him immediately most times, was his God. Or the one who he called a God anyways.

The boy's gentle touch seemed to amuse the Wolf, who was being strangely gentle. It wasn't something Melvin generally did, the beast barely ever showed affection, other than the constant violent threats or the constant protection he offered his two mates. Affection was a general thing that they did alone, or when they deemed it was acceptable. But Blu and Melvin were more formidable forces, and just appeared to have stone hearts, because someone had to. Chris on the other hand, was the direct opposite, and overly emotional and always wanting to show it. He smiled and laughed, then stuck his finger in his mouth, and then wiped it on Melvin's cheek. He blushed and laughed, and watched Melvin snarl and rub his face up against his shoulder. He growled, but he just couldn't seem to fake being mad, so he climbed onto his lover and got closer, then leaned down and bit down on the side of Christopher's face. The boy winced a bit and breathed in deeply, feeling the Wolf pull back. The Wolf then leaned down slowly, and forcefully opened his jaws around his lover's throat, applying pressure, so that Chris didn't move. He held him in place as his left hand found the boy's hair, his right reaching under the boy's shirt, to feel his beating heart. The Tyrant Wolf slowly ran his fingers down the other male's side, and felt him gasp as he scratched him gently. Chris couldn't help but let a moan escape him, his lover's touch being more than enough to have gotten his full attention. He turned his head and rubbed it against Mel's still feeling the sharp teeth at his throat.

The devious Wolf slipped back under the covers, his back was rather cold fro undressing. He laughed and laid atop his mate, who appeared to be shivering, though he felt awful warm to the touch. The Wolf kissed his lover gently, pushing his tongue into Chris's mouth, and listening to the boy whine and beg for more as he did so. He felt the boy's hands in his hair and growled, his light blue eyes looking fierce in the sunlight that poured in through the windows. He snarled at the windows and lifted his head to bare his fangs at him, but then his face turned to a shocked expression with wide eyes, because his mate's frosty hands, hands had found him. He leaned down and bit Chris in the shoulder, making the boy cry out and giggle in a sense. His large Wolf rubbed himself against his mate, forcefully, as his docked and cropped ears pointed high into the air. Though they were human, Melvin had some rather... interesting things done to his body. He really did look like a Wolf, perhaps even a lion with that strangely speared up hair of his. He felt Chris arch his back, and reached down and grabbed the boy by the hips. Smirking, he looked at the boy, then rubbed the side of his face against Chris's chest, the hair tickling him and setting him into the strange mood of arousal. He snarled and continued to do it, the boy laughing in response and scratching his lover's head.

The massive wings that were carved with ink into Melvin's back seemed to spread as his shoulders flexed, the Wolf pushing his mate's legs up and apart so that he could have him. Chris looked up at his Wolf, nervously, with rosy cheeks. He seemed to just shy away as his Wolf touched him, gently, and carefully. He gasped and felt himself become stimulated with the touch and love, and then winced as his Wolf slowly pushed his fingers into him. Chris whined and leaned up to kiss his Wolf, who leaned down and kissed him hard as he readied the boy for his dominance. It would have appeared that the boy never truly got used to the way they made love, because it was somewhat painful for him each time they did. Mel sucked on the boy's tongue and slowly guided his tyranny into the boy, who moaned and squinted, looking away as he did it. Melvin gently kissed the side of his neck, letting his lips slide over the boy's flesh, without kissing him, just enough to steady his arousal. The boy cringed as gasped as his Wolf continued the intrusion, slowly, waiting for his male to calm himself. The Wolf licked the side of Chris's throat, then sucked on his neck with his large teeth, making the boy moan in uncontrolled way. The Wolf snarled and smirked, then pushed himself all the way into the boy, listening to him pant and try not to cry out.

The Wolf went farther into his mate, watching him wince and feeling him tense from the agony. He gently stroked the side of his face, then leaned down to kiss him. The pale-colored kid beneath him arched his back, bending his legs slightly to avoid the agony. He felt his Wolf nuzzling the side of his neck, then looked up at him, forgetting the pain for a moment. Melvin's large blue eyes eyed the boy, in all of their ferocity and power. He nuzzled the side of the boy's face for a moment, taking his hands, and placing them to the boy while arching up to drive into him slightly harder now. He pulled back and watched the boy touch his smooth flesh, the Wolf leaning down and rubbing his face slowly over his chest as he did him. Melvin lifted his head up to look at the boy, who blushed and shrank down as the Wolf watched him stroke himself as he was guided to do so. The soft flesh against soft flesh, seemed to amuse the spiky-haired Wolf, and the boy seemed to be slightly embarrassed. He looked up at his Wolf, who pushed into him and never lost that stern gaze. Chris shied away and turned redder, the Wolf forcefully having his way with him, and then nuzzling him harder, leaving large marks all over his mate's neck. The Wolf's hearing picked up the boy's faint gasps, as he reached down to grab onto the sheets of the bed. His Wolf gave it to him for a while longer, then pulled out of him slowly, so that he could lay on his back. He pulled the boy onto him, and made him sit on him.

Melvin's mate was taller than him, but with the way he cowered in hunched over, you'd of never known it. Chris was shy, and had always hated people looking at him. The Wolf reached up and covered him with the blanket, so that he wouldn't seem as nervous or afraid. Chris seemed to feel better, but was still super shy. He refused to look Melvin in the eyes, for he believed he had no right to look down on his Keeper. The tyrannical animal below him growled, and shoved himself back into his lover, who whimpered and covered his face. The Wolf assured him that he wouldn't harm him, this was something they hadn't done but he told the boy he'd be okay. He looked up at Chris and growled, demanding his mate's attention. Chris looked to him nervously, his long silver hair falling down both his shoulders, his chest, and just barely touching Melvin's thighs as he sat there. He slowly looked at Melvin almost indirectly, and took a slow and deep breath. The Wolf gently reached out and gripped his mate, who looked up at him innocently as he sat atop his mate. The Wolf stroked him for a moment, watching his mate's nervousness. Chris seemed to just want to hide somewhere, so the Tyrant beast sat up and embraced his lover, gently holding him in his strong arms. Chris willfully hugged Melvin, and kissed the side of his face, more comfortable now that he knew he was totally protected by his Wolf. Melvin affectionately kissed him, their soft lips touching, and leading Melvin to take the boy firmly in his arms, kissing him hard and as deeply as he was going inside of him. The boy winced and kept his arms around his Wolf, moaning and breathing hard as his lover gave it to him.

The boy began to get into the feeling, rubbing up against his Keeper as he kissed him and placed his hands gently on either side of his Wolf's face. He winced and howled as he moved, his sturdy mate growling and sucking on his tongue and gently biting down with his sharp fangs and teeth. Melvin loved his mate. There was nothing that could separate them, because Blu would never have it, and neither would the strong beast who loved his boy. The male with the darker skin stopped kissing Chris, glaring into his eyes, not trying to, it was more just his natural expression when he was curious. He guided the boy closer to him so that he could kiss him, never closing those stern eyes, just watching the blushing boy kiss him back. He watched Chris slowly pulled back, boy he was such a shy kid. Melvin turned his head and bit the boy, hard, causing him to reach up and grab Melvin's shoulders hard. Melvin seemed to enjoy the sensation, and kept it up, the pain sending him into euphoria. The harder he went into his boy, the more Chris gasped and howled, so the Wolf kept it up, until his boy climaxed and made a mess between them. The Wolf released into his lover, hard and tensed up. He let his mate go and kissed the fresh markings on his throat, and then kissed his boy on the lips ever so softly.

The two lovers went into the shower, and turned on the warm water. It ran down their beautiful earthen forms, cleansing them from their loving activities. They sat down in the tub that filled with water and tons of bubbles, the sweet scents all around them. Melvin took a loofah, and poured soap onto it. Chris had his back to him, he was playing with his long silver hair. Melvin smirked and moved the hair so that he could see his pale back, and gently scrubbed his lover, who smiled and enjoyed the sensation. The Wolf blew a wad of bubbles at the boy when he turned around to look at him, Chris was older, but so much sweeter he looked and acted younger than Melvin. He grabbed the spongy thing and scrubbed his Wolf, laughing as Melvin shook his head violently, flinging soap and other things everywhere. Chris laughed and blocked his face from getting soap all over him, then looked back over at Mel shyly and smiled at him. The two males continued to play around happily, thankful to have nothing but each other on their minds. The two of them would eventually hear the God coming home, and be even more excited to spend the time with her as well. Life was good, but ...Melvin did still have thoughts in the back of his mind - that made life... not so good at times.

Fandom: GODSHIPPING

Pairing: Melvin x Blu



Story:
The girl with the long blue hair wandered into the Hideout, for once without her cloak on. Instead she wore a bright blue Victorian dress, and tons of shimmering ribbons and streamers that showed off her Godliness. She pushed the double-doors to the Hideout open, and strode to the bar. Taking a seat and thanking the barkeep as he poured her a glass of her favorite absinthe, she watched everyone with her frosty eyes. The people seemed to dance and sway around the bar, and spread out far and wide throughout the dance floor. Everyone was dressed to show themselves off, seeking out mates among other things for the usual night. Blu sat there and minded her own business, just carefully observing the many others present.

Melvin shoved open the doors to the Hideout and snarled upon his usual ridiculously violent entrance. His docked and cropped ears pointed high into the air, his light blue eyes just glaring at everyone as he passed them. A fierce look was to be had from the Alpha, as he guarded the place, and everyone of importance inside it. Moving through the crowds, he found his Overseer at the bar, and took a seat beside her. He ordered a pretty-colored drink, smirked, and began to speak with his 'God'. Admiring her closely, he took in her beauty, his thoughts wandering into deviance.

"Is there something on your mind Melvin?" Blu asked, looking at the strong male with the bright blue hair. She reached out and touched his hand, her frozen fingers just barely running from his wrist to his knuckles. Blu's naturally froze stare met that of the Alpha Wolf's, and she found herself rather lost in the moment. "Tell me what you are thinking my love." She said, almost quietly.

Melvin looked at Blu and shook his head slightly, and smirked. "I am engaged to the boy Blu, and yet here you are, the one person whom I desire far greater than anyone. Tell me, what is it that you think of me for this? Will you always belong to me? Or now that I am announcing my pride over the kid, that you will leave and take Vice?" Melvin was frustrated inside, but he needed to stay calm, so he left his words without emotion, and bit his tongue here and there as he spoke. "I love you so damned much Blu, I just want to know you'll always be mine." He said with a sigh.

Blu looked at the spiky-haired Wolf, and held out her hand. "Come with my love, we will talk about this in a place where we cannot be heard." She sighed and led Melvin to one of the many rooms at the back of the Hideout, and together they locked their door, and sat upon the bed to speak. "I am very proud of you, for what you've done for Chris. He really deserves all the kindness that he can get." She said, sitting beside the Wolf. "But you must understand, I will always be yours - and even Chris's. I may be your Overseer, but in all actuality, I'm just someone that loves you both dearly, and wants nothing more than to protect you both." She admitted, looking down at the floor as she said it, as if she were seeing something he could not.

Melvin looked into Blu's eyes. How cold, and dead they appeared to everyone, but not him. To him those eyes represented raw power, beauty, and truth. He reached out and touched the God's face, then reached out to guide her closer to him. Boldly and with a slight snarl, he put his lips to hers, and kissed her, his eyes closing as he did so. Gently reaching up and running his right hand through her hair, he pulled back from her and looked into those amazing eyes of hers. "I just don't ever want to loose you. You truly are.... my everything." He said softly, his piercing eyes never taking their gaze from hers.

Blu smirked and looked upon the spiky-haired Wolf. "Oh Melvin, you will never loose me, this I promise you." She pulled him closer and kissed him again, this time harder, her long fangs rubbing up against his and his tongue as she did it. She growled slightly and opened her eyes, watching him kiss her with all of the love that he felt towards her. Grinning, she pulled back from him and just sat there, deviously awaiting for him to decide what he wanted to do next. Her frosty eyes stared into his, she wanted him, and she would have him. But she wanted to be sure that he still wasn't worried about those other things.

Melvin watched Blu. Her disposition, the way she spoke to him, the gestures she made - everything. His tongue was uncontrollably hanging from his mouth, and his expression was that of a love-starved Wolf that needed to relieve some stress. He slowly put his arms around the Colored God, and laid her down on the bed, finding her lips and kissing her, holding her tightly. He moaned and growled during it, his breathing quickening to keep up with his racing heart. He held onto the God and nuzzled the side of her throat, biting her and licking her until it was completely clear as to what he wanted. When he was positive that she wanted him, he stripped them both, and laid atop her cautiously, watching her eyes for any signs of hesitation. He knew she desired him, but she was a God in his eyes, and it was her choice to carry it out or not.

The Blue God of Oblivion grabbed the hair of her Wolf, and pulled him down atop her, kissing him hard, and sucking on his tongue harder. She turned to bite down on his throat, guiding him into suggestion. She let him go and eyed the massive marking that covered the side of his neck, a result of her fangs and the sucking on his flesh. Growling and pulling the Tyrant's hair, Blu arched her body upwards, so that the Wolf knew she was ready to take him. Her glowing blue eyes seemed to glow brighter, and she leaned up to gently press her lips to Melvin's, sticking her tongue into his mouth again and finding his, determined to get her Wolf to satisfy her.

Melvin was practically drooling. He growled leaned down to lick the side of his love's face, nuzzling her throat as he eased his way into her. He moaned and howled as he entered her, feeling her tense up and arch over him. He panted and kissed the side of her face, feeling the largest rush of love flowing through his body. No one could ever come close to the way that his God felt to him, just touching her was euphoric. The Big Bad Wolf howled, and moved deeper into her, steadily, and slowly, so's not to harm her. He took her into his arms and kissed her softly, her smooth flesh against his strong body as he rubbed against her harder. He panted and his eyes seemed to shimmer, his long fangs on either side of his long tongue. He withdrew his tongue and went to her neck, kissing her, and tasting her flesh as he marked his territory.

Blu yipped and cried out as Melvin moved within her, she watched his perfect frame tense up as he gave it to her, and she giggled in pleasure enjoying what she saw. Blu licked over her fangs and then kissed her mate, lovingly, as she brought her legs around him and tightened her grasp upon him. She loved the way that Mel looked, he had a perfect body with the most amazing eyes she'd ever seen. Even his strangely messed up hair seemed to turn her on, and it was as though she just couldn't take her eyes from him as he gave it to her. Howling in pleasure she began to feel euphoric and then started to tremble with the anticipation which he gave her.

Melvin could feel the God's legs around him, and he began to feel dizzy with love. He panted and drove into her harder, determined to pleasure his God before himself. He ran his lips over the side of her face, and found her throat, and gently kissed her. Moving to her lips he lightly and passionately kissed her, something that he just didn't normally do. His tongue licked over her bottom lip, then slid into her mouth as he kissed her slowly, moaning and whining out of pure lust and euphoria. He grabbed onto her hair and forced himself into her harder, the sensations he felt too great to describe with words.

Blu howled and her toes curled as she tensed up and arched forwards. Her entire body went numb, the only things that she could feel was a mix-up of eternal love and the lust that her Wolf forced into her. She moaned louder, and kissed Melvin firmly on the lips, coming hard onto him as he forced himself into her harder and harder. Her entire body became stiff with pleasure, her mind completely gone as though nothing else mattered.

Melvin exhaled deeply, and winced as he released into his God. She seemed to tense up hard, which had sent him straight into the moment without anything to stop the reaction. Panting hard he tried to slow his breathing, and then leaned down to kiss the Bluest God on the forehead. He kissed the side of her face, then slowly ran his nose down the side of her face. Slowly easing his way out of her he kissed her, gasping harshly as he pulled out of her. He looked into her eyes and panted hard, then just held her tightly and embraced her for all that she was. That Wolf loved his God, so very much.

Blu's breathing slowed, and she pressed her face to Melvin's and told him that she loved him dearly. Scratching her Wolf's head she continued to catch her breath, meanwhile observing his perfect form before her. She continued to speak to him for a while, making it clear to him that she'd never go anywhere if not with him. He seemed to like the conversation and worried less, which was good for the both of them. Blu kept the Wolf in her arms, the two laying undressed on the bed with nothing but thin sheets covering their bodies. My, how that God.... loved her Wolf.

Fandom: EVILNUMBERSHIPPING

Pairing: Chris x Melvin



Story:
Lately things hadn't been going all that great for the two boys. And to top things off, Blu was away helping her friends move into their respective home, so Melvin and Chris were left alone at their house. The two males were going through some serious trying times, their relationship was rather horrid due to Melvin's extreme anger issues. He had this nasty habit of beating the fuck out of Chris, for getting in the way whenever he was pissed off. He didn't want to be that way, he just lately was, and it was rather unclear to others, as to why Melvin was so fucking riled up lately. Unfortunately they had a really nasty falling out the day previous to the moment, where Mel had actually left the house, and abandoned Chris completely after he'd injured him. Due to the fact he'd done it when Chris was asleep, the boy woke up in fear, completely alone, and basically broke down and lost his mind. When Melvin came to his senses and came home - he quickly learned that Chris had changed - a lot.

When Mel walked in through the door, his mate was there to greet him as always. He coaxed his Wolf into their den, and locked the doors so that they could be alone to fight and bicker about Melvin leaving. The Wolf said that he had left because he was tired of harming the boy, but Chris insisted that it was more painful without him there at all. The Wolf snarled and just sat on the bed, and then his mate followed him and wrapped his arms around him. Melvin tried to go on the computer, ignoring his mate who kept biting him and tugging on his clothing, but he was surely far too distracted. The Wolf made it clear that he wasn't going anywhere again, he promised the boy that he would stay, but Chris didn't seem to understand his words. He was paranoid, upset, and this other side to him, just wouldn't back off his Tyrant mate. The Wolf bared his fangs, his bright blue eyes glaring into Chris's deep oceanic eyes, but Chris seemed to pay no mind to what the Wolf was telling him. Melvin grabbed him and bit him in the neck, growling, then released him and shoved him off. He went back to his computer again, and moments later - was annoyed - again.

Chris didn't seem to get the hint. He was lost in his manic obsession and couldn't seem to allow his mate to pay attention to anything or anyone that wasn't him. He yanked Melvin's hair and whined at him, rubbing his face against Melvin's while he laid on the bed. His Wolf groaned and growled, his long teeth that were grafted to his face - showing more now. It was obvious that Melvin was irritated with the consistent touching, and he didn't understand what the fuck Chris was thinking. Chris was injured and bruised up from Melvin beating him the night before, why he wouldn't just calm down and relax Melvin did not know. It was hard to imagine Chris as anything but this scared and nervous kid, but right then he was anything but that. He roughly pet Melvin's head, like he was a damned dog or something. A dog - not a Wolf. Was rather insulting to Melvin's ego so of course he snarled at him and turned back to the computer to ignore him. Chris yanked his hair and Mel yipped, the pull hurting the back of his head. Chris just smiled and grinned at him, then proceeded to rub himself against his Wolf in a rather strange manner. It was.. rather like how Wolves did. Melvin arched his back and growled, feeling the boy attempt to mount him in a Wolfish manner. He quickly became irritated once again, but before he could do anything about it - the kid had pulled down his Wolf's pants.

Melvin rolled his eyes and groaned. Chris forcefully grabbed onto his lover's hair and shoved him down, proving that he actually did have some sort of strength. He leaned down and bit Melvin in the back of the neck, hard enough that just moving caused the furious Wolf pain. Melvin arched upwards to try and get the kid off of him, but Chris continued to bite him harder until Melvin submitted and stopped moving. He whined as he bit his mate, how he longed to feel him and hold him closely. Too closely. He grabbed onto his Wolf's shirt with is left hand, somewhat inexperienced with how to apply force, and gripped onto him as he forced his way into his Wolf. Melvin grabbed onto the bed and growled, the pain soaring throughout his body and making him wince in agony. He growled and turned his head sideways, his mouth open enough where Chris could see his teeth. The boy stopped biting his Wolf, and looked down at him and ran his right hand through his lover's hair. He told Melvin that he was never to leave him again, in a strange forceful voice that told Mel his mate was fucking crazy. He had been very dominant over the boy for years, and had rarely allowed him to ever be close to him like this. That was reserved for Alphas, which Chris was not, though for the moment - things surely felt reversed for Melvin. Chris pushed harder into the Wolf watching him wince in pain, completely ignoring the fact that he was harming him. He tucked some of Mel's hair behind his cropped ear, then told him that he was never to leave again and that Chris loved him forever and after that. He said that no one would ever come between them or that Chris would have to 'remove' them, which made Mel worry about Blu for a moment.

Chris explained that Blu was the exception, that he knew how Melvin just worshiped her and wouldn't dare give her up. He explained that Melvin needed to stop running away, and that he needed to stay with Chris forever and to never leave his side. Melvin's eyes went wide - the kid was clearly going insane inside. He winced and laid there, not wanting to anger the boy for the time being. He panted and closed his eyes lightly, trying to calm his nerves as Chris penetrated him forcefully. He could feel him lightly running his fingers down his ear, playing with his hair. He seemed to be gentle, but it wouldn't last the more excited the boy became, the more violent he became as well. Mel winced again, and then slowly opened his left eye, feeling Chris's arm wrap around his neck. The Wolf coughed and rested his spiky head on his mate's arm, his other hand reaching up to dig into Chris's arm, his nails long enough to leave scratches as he did this. Chris leaned down and rubbed his face against Mel's his right hand firmly gripping a mess of Melvin's blue hair. He seemed to have no remorse for his Wolf, he was acting very much like how his Wolf normally acted with him some days. Surely threw Melvin off-guard, and even freaked him out a bit.

Strangely the Wolf didn't fight back. In part he believed he deserved to suffer, and in part it was still the boy that he had loved for such a long while. He panted and arched his back upwards, if he were a Wolf, his tail would have been high between them. Chris moaned and growled in his Wolf's ear, biting the side of Mel's face as he steadily pushed into him harder and harder. Mel winced and yipped, continuing to pant to the point where his light-colored eyes were rarely seen. His tongue hung from his mouth and he opened his eyes slightly, growling from the pain of his boy. Chris continued to grasp onto his Wolf's beautiful hair, holding him down and making sure that he wouldn't leave him. As he rocked into his mate harder, using the force of his own body against his lover's, he listened to his Wolf yip and gasp as he harmed him lovingly - if such a thing were possible. He looked at his Wolf's perfect body, he was beautiful, and strong. Strangely seeing him in pain only turned him on further, knowing that he had his Wolf down where he couldn't leave, seemed to send him into a strange sadistic state of mind. His Wolf yipped and buried his face into the bed, so Chris yanked his hair until Mel turned his head to look up at him. His face was that of pain, and his eyes seemed to be a dimmed crystal blue as he looked at his boy. Chris gently let his hair go, leaning go to press his lips to his Wolf's. He moaned and kissed his Wolfie, pushing his tongue into Mel's mouth, feeling the fangs of his rub up against his tongue as he did it.

The boy kissed his Alpha hard, becoming more and more excited to the point where his heart was racing. Soon he couldn't control how hard he was going into his mate, lost in the daze of love and pure fucking insanity. Mel panted and whined as Chris kissed him, his eyes closing as the pain worsened. In his head he was plotting against the boy, he would make him suffer soon for such disrespectful actions. He played along for now, growling and kissing his lover that was deep inside of him now. He whined again as his boy pushed himself all the way into the Wolf, and felt him tense up against him hard. The Wolf growled and panted as the boy climaxed inside of him, moaning and biting the side of Melvin's face. Mel snarled and looked away, waiting for the male to back off of him. Once Chris caught his breath he backed down, looking as his lover as he sat there flushed in the face. He smiled genuinely at the Wolf and seemed to immediately go back to that overly affectionate kid. He reached out and touched Melvin's face, Mel sighing and just watching him carefully. He growled and narrowed his eyes as his boy, then got up and grabbed him by the throat. Chris covered his face and then peered up between his fingers, looking up as his strong mate, and seeing Melvin's dog tags hang from his neck.

Mel hovered over him for a moment, eyeing the paled flesh of his mate that had gone back to that pathetic creature once again. He snarled and watch Chris blush and study him, his ears tall and pointed upwards, his hair a mess and speared out in all directions. His perfect body was more than just in view, and his glowing eyes looked down upon the boy, as he tightened his grasp on his throat. Chris swallowed hard and whined, not wanting the Wolf to attack him for what he had done. He just wanted Melvin to stay with him and never leave, why he would harm him he didn't understand. Melvin grabbed him and leaned down, watching Chris very, very closely. He huffed and shook his head for a moment, then pulled him closer so that he could teach him the proper way to make one submit. Chris bit his lip as he looked up at Melvin, he breathed in and winced feeling his Wolf push into him really hard as he laid there. Strangely he giggled and seemed to like it, and moaned, covering his mouth as he watched his fierce Wolf. Melvin growled and looked down at him as he railed him, his fierce eyes observing his boy's demeanor. Chris didn't really seem to be that harmless kid, he seemed devious, and playful. Even as his Wolf hurt him to the point where he whined and gasped in agony, he still seemed to be intrigued to the point where he didn't want Mel to stop.

The Wolf smirked and leaned down, pushing hard into the boy as he did so, getting closer to him. Chris leaned up and grasped onto Mel's hair, lightly this time, kissing his Wolf as he moaned and told him he loved him. Melvin sighed and gave up with the dominance act, there was no point in it because the boy wasn't afraid of him any longer - for now at least. He kissed him and brushed the hair from his eyes, and was surprisingly gentle with him. The boy laughed and twisted some of the longer locks of Mel's hair, sticking his tongue down the Wolf's throat as he kissed him lovingly. Mel would have rolled his eyes but they were closed, and he continued to make love to his boy, who loved him so much is was sick. The Wolf arched his back and went deeper into his mate, who winced and moaned in pleasure while he kissed him. He broke their kiss and leaned up to bite the side of his Wolf's face, still determined to prove that he was stronger than he appeared. The Wolf went deeper until Chris released his bite to wince and gasp, then the Wolf growled at him and kissed him hard, pushing him down against the bed. Melvin leaned over him and fucked him harder, determined to get him to cry out again. He grabbed Chris's wrists and tightly held them down growling as he kissed the boy. He fell lost to the feeling soon after, and came hard inside of his lover, that howled in agony as it happened.

Melvin backed off of his mate and panted hard, his muscles flexing as that long tongue of his hung from his mouth. He watched Chris curl up on the bed, watching his Wolf pull up his red sweat pants. Chris held out his hand, red in the face with love, and Mel growled at him, still panting. The boy continued to hold out his hand until Mel shook his head and took it, then laid down beside the boy, ignoring the multitudes of messages he was getting on their site's chat system. He growled and watched his lover curl up in his arms, taking Mel's and wrapping them around him tightly as he snuggled up to his Big Badass of a Wolf. Mel leaned down and snarled at the boy, then lightly kissed the top of his head. He held Chris close and tightly, huffing and breathing hard, his heart thumping against his sternum as if it were going to explode. The Wolf shook his head again to rid himself of the feeling, then rested his head on the bed, and continued to lay there until they were both surely sound asleep. Chris fell asleep with a smirk on his face, as if he had achieve greatness, while the Wolf just slept with his mouth partially open, to reveal those long fangs. They remained that way the entire time, dreaming of Hell only knew what.

Fandom: RibbonShipping

Pairing: Salvation x Bo Melly



Story:
Chris had woken up rather early, the sun was shimmering through the windows, and into the bedroom where he slept. As usual Melvin was still passed out beside him, they were alone, because the God slept in her own room. Chris was bored, and paced around the room for a while, unsure of what to do, when he saw Melvin's blue ribbons on his desk. He had this strange obsession with these, and often joked about putting anthrax and other hazardous toxins on them - to get high. Chris picked some of them up, they were long, and bright blue like Melvin's eyes were. He smirked and picked up another one, that was on Mel's laptop beside the art stuff that was laid out everywhere. Chris accidentally dropped one of the ribbons, and went to pick it up. It had fallen down by the front of the desk, nearest the space where the chair would be slid in. When he picked it up he saw something else down there, and reached out to grab it. It was duct tape. Wondering why that was there, he set it on the desk, when he heard his Wolf snarling in his sleep. Chris grinned evilly, and then ideas wandered into that head of his. Chris had a bit of a sadistic side, known as Salvation. For whatever reason he just loved to hate Melvin, he was twisted, and really wanted to be in control of keeping Mel around him. It was demented and totally crazy, but Chris loved Mel, and Mel loved Chris. So really, it didn't matter what their other sides did between them.

Salvation wandered over to the bed where the Wolf slept. He laid down beside him, and undid some of the tape. Smirking as he leaned over Melvin, he noticed that he was already lying there with both his wrists together, passed out cold from a drug overdose the night before. His breathing was rather rough, and he snarled as his fangs appeared though he slept. Salvation quietly reached over and began to tape Mel's hands, gently smoothing the silver tape to his wrists. The sleeping beast let out a low growl, he was only snoring so Salvation played no mind to it. Carefully and cautiously, Salvation wrapped the bows around Mel's arms, and his wrists, and then tied a big blue one - around his throat. Surely it was obvious, Salvation's goal was to tame his mighty Wolf, he was preying on him, and surely going to get what he wished. The Wolf continued to sleep, making it easy for Salvation to bind his ankles with the tape as well. Though he just wrapped it around Melvin's pants, because he really didn't feel like attempting to rip that off Mel's flesh later. It would be painful, and Chris would probably get beat in his place for it.

Salvation grinned something wicked. He had achieved greatness, and the spiky-haired Wolf had only slept through it as he'd hoped. The long-haired deviant male laid down beside his mate, and put his arms around him, rubbing his head against that of Mel's. Wrapped around his right fist was the end to the ribbons around Melvin's throat, if he got too angry, Salvation could literally just choke him to death or something. They were both laying on their right side, their backs to the wall of their room. Salvation's grasp on Melvin was rather tight, strangely he nuzzled his lover's face, lovingly, because Chris really did love him - to pieces even. The boy's hand traveled up the sleeping male's shirt, for a while he just laid there feeling his love's heart beat steadily. Melvin was strong, built to perfection and had this God Complex to him. His stature was perfect, he was fierce, and Salvation sensed a constant challenge whenever he was out around him. He lusted for the male with the speared hair, and wanted to feel him from the inside. But for now, he just watched him sleep, enjoying the look that his Wolf had.

Melvin arched his back uneasily in his sleep. He grit his teeth and let out a low growl, unaware that anything was happening. Salvation smirked and looked down at him, wondering what he was dreaming. He had his soft hands resting on his Keeper's thigh, and soon he slowly let it slip down further, until he could feel the warmth between his Keeper's legs. Grinning evilly he gently stroked his Wolf, who moved slightly as if he were confused in his slumber. Salvation pulled back his right hand, which was wrapped in the ribbon's that were tightly wound around Melvin's neck. he knew it wouldn't be long now. He gripped Melvin tightly and pushed his body against his back, tugging on the ribbons until Melvin woke up. He snarled and confusedly looked around, unable to yell out, because Salvation had also taped his face. Mel quickly freaked out noticing that his hands and ankles were bound, then proceeded to yell out because Salvation was groping him while he slept. But Sal didn't understand anything his Mel was saying, and just went about doing as he wished to his perfect Wolf. Mel arched and growled, and he pulled on the ribbons, choking Melvin slightly, and sending him into his freak out stage.

Bo Melly - or Melvin's crazy side, is pretty fucked in the head. He's an extreme drug addict and prefers to torture people verses just killing them, and does really messed up stuff for almost no reason at all. The moment he saw the ribbons, he came out in excitement, and then in rage realizing that Melvin's mate was stroking him to the point where he was starting to become deeply aroused. Bo arched his back, feeling Salvation's heart thumping against him. He reached up with both his hands and tore the tape from his face, hissing in rage. Salvation slipped off Melvin's pants and yanked the ribbons tightly, making him focus on trying to untie them verses what was going on beneath the blanket. Salvation whispered in his ear that he loved him, and that he loved to violate him. Bo, being the psycho-fuck that he is - just laughed, like a total maniac. He seemed to strangely like being strangled, whereas Melvin just wanted to come out and snap off. Salvation continued to whisper, as he always did, then stopped stroking Bo to reach down and push himself into his bound Keeper. Bo cringed and tried to arch himself to get away, but Salvation pulled on the blue streamers, to keep him from leaving. Gripping Bo tightly, he pulled back on his hips, so that he could forcefully find his way into his mate, who gasped and growled at the intrusion.

Bo howled and groaned, feeling Salvation purposefully push upwards into him to find what he knew to be Melvin's set-off spot. He moved upwards again, and rhythmically slid in and out of Bo, forcefully, as he throbbed in his own pleasure. Bo Mel panted and arched his back a bit, feeling Salvation go deeper into him. He moaned and winced as his tongue hung from his mouth, yipping like a dog almost. He even started to drool a little, feeling Salvation tighten his grip on his ribbons again. He began to moan uncontrollably as Salvation rocked into him, rubbing the spot that sent his mind into a furious whirl. He gasped and arched backwards, almost begging for it, howling, and feeling Salvation's hand stroke him harder. He felt his soft fingers go steadily up and down the tip of his flesh, and he panted, bound and unable to do anything about it. He swallowed and gasped, the ribbons tightly around his neck, sending waves of euphoric agony throughout his entire body. It was like the loss of oxygen was somehow further stimulating him, it was great, arousing, and too good to describe. Salvation moaned and pressed his face to his lover's, pushing into him harder, and pulling back harder just to go in deeper. Bo yipped and moaned, feeling that and Salvation's stiff grip on his shaft, only making him pant harder.

Mel felt a little humiliated when he came as hard as he did. Salvation bit down on his neck and moaned, moving in and out of him until the moment had occurred. Bo arched forwards and made a mess in Salvation's hand, gasping, and breathing hard as he left off without control. Salvation loosened his gasp on the ribbons so that Melvin could breathe, and continued to screw him until it felt too good for him as well. When Salvation finally exploded with his wrath, he did so far into his mate, who was whining and trying to catch his breath. Salvation licked the side of Melvin's face, then pulled him closer to him, holding him, still firmly lodged inside of him. He nuzzled his bound Keeper as he held him, Melvin's back pressed up against his chest. Salvation growled and rubbed his face against his Wolf's, the long hair falling around him and down his shoulders. He continued to hold his lover in place, knowing he was far too tired to fight him or move away. Grinning to himself as he panted, Salvation told himself over and over in his own head, that his Keeper would never, ever, leave him....

Fandom: ANCIENTSHIPPING

Pairing: The Angel of Salvation x The Tyrannical Sinner



Story: *From FB (there will be gorier Desolation ones later XD)
Melvin was bored, tired, and total DONE with talking to people over the internet. So what did he do? Well he wrapped his badass self in bright blue ribbons (yes, the ones coated with anthrax) and staggered into the Dirty Hideout, coughing like he had the fucking fly or something. Grinning, he went to the bar, and decided to get shitfaced on top of it.

Chris wandered into the Hideout rather cautiously, trying to avoid everyone. He had been in contact with some real shitty people lately, and well, he just didn't feel like dealing with any more of them. His ribs were healing much better now, and he felt a little more alive. He wandered over to the bar to find his Keeper - getting wasted as per always. And what was worse, was that he was wrapped in those fucking ribbons - again.

"High and drunk Melvin?" He asked, sitting beside him.

"You know it!" Melvin called out, absolutely as shitfaced as possible. He reached out and grabbed Chris's hair and yanked it, pulling him closer to him. His large fangs hung from his mouth, as well as that ridiculously long tongue. "Soooo Christopher, you wanna do it?" It was more than obvious that Melvin was under the influence of some serious substances. Like the anthrax. How he wasn't poisoning everyone around him, was amazing.

Chris looked at Melvin with a displeased look... buuuut it only lasted a moment or so longer before it became a smirk. "Fine, come on Melvin." He grinned and his deep blue eyes met his Keeper's. He followed his Tyrant Wolf to the back, more interested in just being with him and around him versus anything else... though he really did want attention so it was an all-around win.

Melvin laughed and kicked the door shut behind them, then wasted no time tearing off their clothes. The viral Wolf growled, and Melvin shifted forms ever so slightly. This wasn't like old times when they were just stuck in human form - nope Melvin was slightly into his Sinner form. His long tail writhed behind him as his claws grabbed onto the white-haired Angelic that sat on the floor before him. Mel snarled and climbed onto him, leaning down to lick the side of his mate's face.

"MIIIIINE." He growled, his eyes lighting up. Somehow, though they weren't clothed, Melvin still, was wrapped in just bright blue ribbons. Nice touch.

Chris tried to ignore the fact that Melvin was slowly killing himself with that damned anthrax. Just what the fuck was his problem? He tried to push the thought from his mind, allowing his own form to come out. Aside from those large wings of his, Chris actually had a tail too. Though it rarely showed itself. He closed his eyes, and gently touched Mel's face, kissing him as the long and thin tail grew out from beneath him. He turned slightly red in the face as his eyes met his Keeper's. He bit his lower lip and then looked up at him, the spiky haired wolf looking down on him always.

The Badass Wolf grabbed his boy by the throat, taking a moment to admire the size of the large wings behind him. With his left hand, he reached down and grabbed Chris's tail, and brought it over between them both, watching Chris's eyes grow wider. Melvin smirked and his light blue eyes seemed to produce a slight glow, and he gently ran his fingers over the tail. Having a super sensitive object attached to him for so long, Melvin sure knew where all of the regions were located that could further stimulate the situation. Smiling deviously, he gently slid his hand over the base that was just before the tip of Chris's tail, watching the boy cringe from the rush of pleasure he sent through him.

Christopher let out a slight sigh of pleasure, feeling Melvin rub his tail. When it got so strong that he couldn't take it, he pulled the tail back and let it slide around Melvin's side and up his back. He choose not to attempt to violate his Keeper, though the urge was surely there. He gently leaned up and kissed Melvin, his hands sliding up his back and scratching his perfect Egyptian body as he waited for him to give it.

Melvin laughed feeling Chris's tail. He forced him to get to all fours by grabbing his tail, yanking it upwards and then pulling him closer so that he could stuff the other male full of some massive Wolf dick. Howling fiendishly Melvin fucked Chris, gripping onto his tail and pulling it hard, which would do a number of things to his mental state. Meanwhile, his own tail, traveled around him and went beneath the two, rubbing against Chris's body as he railed him.

Chris arched his back and pulled up his tail, hiking it up higher as his wings stretched and spread out. He moaned loudly as Melvin fucked him, he could feel the claws of his Sinner digging into his back as they moved. He felt the slimy tail between his legs, Melvin's spear tip just touching his stomach while it secreted it's evil all over Chris's body. His eyes turned red for a moment, and his hair and wings began to glow and reverberate with blue hues, indicating that Salvation was very much surfaced once again.

"Melvin fuck me harder." He demanded, arching his back and looking as his Keeper with blaze red eyes.

The Tyrant Wolf howled in pleasure, and his eyes began to glow white as the angel spoke. He raked his pale back with his claws, leaving streaks of blood and open wounds. He was cautious when doing it around the kid's ribs, not wanting to fuck him up too bad. He forced himself into the boy harder, then pulled out of him, and summoned his tail with a wicked grin.

"Very well then." He said darkly. Melvin pushed Chris to the floor, and then allowed the spear-tip of his tail to taunt him and rub up against his inner thigh. He watched the angelic cringe, his large claws gripping his ass so that he had room to stuff him with his tail. Shivering in pleasure, his long tongue hung from his mouth as he slid the tail's tip into the other male, watching him scream and howl in agony.

Chris winced as he felt Melvin's tail slide into him, he uncontrollably arched forwards, determined to put off the shock that he felt from the ooze that leaked from that viral tail. He reached around with his own tail, and wrapped it around Melvin's waist, then pushed it into his Keeper, Salvation whispering in his mind on just how to do it. He felt his Keeper shiver and let her tail go into him further, feeling Melvin's tail go into him hard. He flared out his large wings and moaned, the pain somehow overstimulating to him when mixed with divine pleasure.

Melvin's eyes went wide for a moment, feeling the tail that better belonged to Salvation stuff him. He cringed and flexed his wings, adjusting to the feeling and the pain. Growling he pulled his tail out of Chris and started to rail him again, harder, and until he let off inside his boy, determined to be the more dominant wolf. Tired from the rush that he got he pulled out of him again, coiling his tail around the angel and bringing him closer. They laid down beside each other, Melvin licking his hand, and then stroking his mate, watching him as he breathed from tiredness, his hazed-over eyes staring into his lover's, still feeling Salvation's tail in him.

"Best take that tail out of my ass before I fuck you with it." He said with a flat snarl. He leaned down and kissed Chris's forehead, then kissed him on the lips and shoved his tongue into his mouth.

Chris closed his eyes as he kissed his Keeper, slowly pulling his tail out from behind him. He moaned as he kissed his lover, feeling his perfect hands against his flesh just gently stroking him. He gently broke their kiss to nuzzled the side of Melvin's face, lovingly as a proper little wolf should. He moaned into his mate's ear, holding him in his arms and pressing his lips to the side of his mate's face. He opened his eyes and they started to glow, the feeling too much for him to stand. He turned to face Melvin and locked eyes with him for a moment, kissing him, and then squinting as he released his angelic purity. His long tail found Melvin's, and rubbed against the fin, both tails letting out a secretion that would cause them to stick together. He felt the fin of Melvin's tail stretch and expand as he wrapped his blue tail in the large black one that belonged to his Alpha, cringing with pleasure. Tiredly he held his wolf, kissing him lightly and licking the side of his face playfully and shyly.

Melvin's eyes focused and looked at Chris's, his tail entangled in his boy's, getting aroused and stimulated on it's own. He held the boy close, them just laying on the soft plush carpeting in each other's arms, their wings thrown out in either direction as they lay. Melvin gently touched Chris's face, and hugged him, kissing the top of his head. He did love his boy, he really, really did. But there were other things he loved to. He frowned at the boy and ran his claws through Chris's hair, pulling his chin up so that they were looking at each other. Their tails slid up and down each other, making them breathe hard as if they were stuck in euphoria. It was a whole different kind of orgasm.

Chris folded his wings and gently kissed his Keeper on the lips, looking up and him and then kissing the side of his face. He felt lost in the love that he felt for his spiky-haired Wolf, their tails just intoxicating them both. He rested his head against Melvin's chest, feeling the strong arms of his Keeper go around him. At this moment in time, he wished it never had to end.

Fandom: ANCIENTSHIPPING [technically]

Story Post Intel: This was done by Chris and I for Desolation (RP). It's really not a Fandom but it's the best intel about our characters the Sinner and Salvation. This is about as brutally badass as it gets so enjoy lmao. ANCIENTSHIPPING to the max lmao - well, this is where it came from. That and the Angelics RP series (Desolation is a part of that).
- Sun Set -

After yet again running for their lives, the four had retreated to their cavern. It had turned out that the cave was small only in appearance, and actually lead deep into the underground the further back one went. But they preferred to stay topside, so closest to the exit they remained. Little Yami and Raphiella headed into the deeper parts of the forest, collecting things to build some kind of makeshift fishing net. Their speed and precision made them excellent hunters, so leaving Chris with Melvin they did, then headed out immediately. Melvin built a fire, just large enough to keep them warm, yet not big enough to attract unnecessary attention. Being so close to the facility was dangerous, but being in the middle of the Strays and Leaders, was far worse. They had spent at least three hours just on patching their injuries. Escaping and fitting it just didn't appear to be an option for these outsiders. So merely working together, they would thrive on for now...

Chris looked worse and worse with each hour that went by. He had the shivers and the chills, but felt like he was burning up. Constantly throwing up and dripping black ooze, the kid was starting to slip into a painful insanity that revolved around Melvin's Plague. He laid in front of the fire, curled up and alone, while Melvin stepped out of the cave to breathe in fresh air. Sighing, he sat down on the ground, glaring at his tail and all of the hate that he had created. He flipped the fin up and open, then closed it, then just slammed his tail into the ground frustrated. When he couldn't take it anymore, he shifted to his more human side, his wings shrinking in size and his tail becoming a slight less of a threat.

There was just one other option. With no cure, this was the last thing he could do to "fix" this. Ideally it would work, but it was a lethal combination of disastrous shit that could go very, very wrong. Melvin walked back into the cave, to find Chris in agony, just sitting up against the cavern wall, in so great of a suffering, that tears of fear and the tears of black ooze just streamed his face. Melvin sat down in front of him, and offered him two options. The first, of course, was in fact no option at all.

"I can either put you down like a dog...." He said calmly, looking at Chris, who was looking at the ground. "Or I can turn you into that thing that you seen back there. The shadow thing that fucked me up. Us shadow things... we have the ability to pass on the Plague. His is different than mine. He steals energy, and makes it only his own. Mine eats away at the victim and kills them slowly. Or. It takes them over, if more of it is attained. Usually leads to a nasty addiction or something, to the energy." Melvin explained. Chris looked up at him, unsure of what to say, so Mel just kept talking, calmly - for a change. "Look I don't wanna push you, but you really don't look well, and I don't know how long we've got with you. You die, think of how Raphi will feel.... You might just... want to give in and take the Curse."

Chris wiped his eyes and nose and then looked at Mel. "What will happen to me? Will I grow a tail like that? Will I have to be like you?" He wondered. "You're like Little Yami, right? But you're different too.... a Living Weapon. Your kind is known for making others like it from what Raphi says. What will happen?"

Mel wrapped his tail around himself, and it lay in his lap calmly. "I don't know. Exactly. I've never done it before. I was just created to do so. Normally I just use my abilities to kill off things. I don't generally live to transform them and keep them alive... But I'd be willing to try, since I owe you for fucking you up in the first place." He sighed. He reached out and softly touched Chris's hand, and took it and placed it over the fin of his tail. "Sometimes... there are things that I don't understand about me. I was created by the Leaders, to do pure evil. Let us attempt to at least one of my many, many wrongs."

Loading another creature full of shadow shit wasn't the greatest way to bond, but when it was needed, it was carried out. The idea was for the Sinner to pass on the Curse of what he was, into another creature, in hopes that it wasn't going to just kill him off. If Melvin could successfully transform Chris, Chris would have some new-found, and very strange abilities, that would possibly make him go mad. Wait - take out the "possibly" because it was eventually going to happen anyways. Everyone back at Home Base knew what had happened to the fabled Blue Elite that was "too smart" for his own good. They knew that he and the other Blues would virtually do anything for each other, since they had worked together since creation. Well, he and Raphiella. Melvin had come along just a little later. But the three of them were together for the better part of 14-15 years or something. So the Seven Weekdays, and their High Commanders, were indeed preparing for the revenge of the Blue Elite, because they really were a ruthless mess. The other Colored Elites were all split up, didn't work well together, or just went bat shit crazy and had to be laid to rest (forcefully of course). Or they were android mixes that just didn't really fit in anywhere, yet used as robot-slaves depending on who owned them. The religious officials were furious at the making of all these living weapons, super weapons, and animal-combined humans. This was not the way humanity "was supposed to be". This was a nightmare.

"Is it going to hurt? I really don't think I can handle much more suffering." Chris said, sitting sitting on the ground, his long bluish hair in his face. Melvin sat in front of him, thinking, and scratching his head.

"Honestly? Yeah. It's supposed to feel like.... crazy bad. Like the worst thing you've ever felt. Put it this way there's a reason I screamed when fucking Tuesday got me. But, it subsides right after the process is complete." Mel said. "You just have to make it out alive. That's all."

"What do you mean?" Christopher asked, finally looking up at Mel.

"Like I said - I was created to kill, not to transform. It was just a back-up option so I could create an army for the Facility, an army of shadow-things. Obviously they were too afraid to try it, since I turned out to be their worst fear. Pffft."

The Facility. Such an evil, evil - and very wrong - place to call "Home".

The scientists that worked there, generally did so for their own gain. Some of them, if deemed worthy to the Leaders, were even allowed to preform tests on themselves, or add to themselves. Their kin (if they had any) were also allowed to learn early about what it meant to become a scientists, and some of the parents actually transformed their kids. It was a scary fucked up world out there, but these people did what they did all here, in the center of the city, for whatever reason they were given. Every day, new volunteers flocked in for testing, but once it got too painful, they'd try to escape, only to be transformed by force, torn apart and made into something else, or just put down. It was fucked up that these Leaders did what they did - but they wanted to build their Elite Army, so that no other country could fuck with them. Believe it when we say that no country wanted to. These Leaders were the most powerful, advanced, and fucked up people on the blasted planet. They were turning humans into monsters, daily, nightly, and any second that went on by. The people were then released within the city, allowed to live and thrive, but tracked and monitored by the flying mechs, ground soldiers, and so on. In the moment of need, they were summoned instantaneously, and expected to battle for their creators, per say.

"So, have you made your choice? I hate to say it, but if we do this and the girls get back... might be hard to explain to them why I am finding a way inside of you again." Melvin said flatly.

"But we are going to tell them that I - at least Raphi - that I am like you? Right?" Chris asked nervously.

"Yeah. Just after I'm done loading you with the most painful shit of your life. Side note, you're probably still going to be sick for a while. You might get worse before you get better, I'm not sure, I've only read half of the book before they burned it." Melvin admitted.

Chris swallowed, and wiped some of the black tears from his face. "Okay, let's get this over with." He said nervously even more so. Melvin looked up at him and sighed.

"You're gonna be fine. I .....I won't let anything.... you know... I won't... let anything bad... happen to you." Melvin said, looking away. He suddenly remembered something Chris had said earlier, and smirked.

"What?" Chris asked, wondering how on earth he could find something funny at this moment in time.

"After I got fucked up by that blasted dick with the tail - Tuesday - you said that I cheated on you. Asshole." He laughed, sticking his tongue out. Chris looked at him and his face turned red - which was so obvious since he was paler than fuck from being all sick and shit. He looked down and Mel laughed, reaching out with his shadowy claw and lifting Chris's face to have him look at him. He grinned and his fangs were shown and Chris looked at him strangely. "Someone was jeaaaaalous." He said, hissing and flicking his tongue.

"I was not!!! I was kidding!!!" Chris said, getting more embarrassed. "I hate you." He muttered under his breath.

"Actually.... I think that's the direct opposite." Melvin hissed, licking his fangs with his tongue. "I think....." He said, leaning forwards to whisper into Chris's ear. "That you wanted to make sure that -"

Chris shoved Mel. "Oh shut it I was not jealous!" He hissed, lashing out and pinning Melvin to the floor of the cave, about to jack him in the mouth for being such an asshole. "I swear on what life I have left I will deck you if you say that again!"

"Hahahahahahahaha!" Melvin laughed. "I think it's intriguing. To say the least. And well... right now... You have me held to the ground... Hm, you enjoying it a little?" He was loving this. Chris was so pissed off, and so pathetically weak, that even when he attempted to use his speed to hit Mel, Mel's tail simply came up and lifted Chris up off of him. He then reached out and grabbed him by the neck, and climbed on top of him. "Really, I know this isn't fair, but it's for your own good - and I swear, this time... It really is." He laughed, releasing his grip so's not to hurt him. "Just think of how fucking cool you're going to be once this is over." Mel said, leaning down to lick the side of Chris's face. "Oh and one more thing..." Melvin grabbed some of Chris's hair and held it in front of him. "Seriously. I don't want you screaming so freaking loud that you alert everyone of our position."

"You really just can't handle not joking about this can you?" Chris asked frowning at Mel. He rolled his eyes and grinned at him. "If I get a tail, you'd better run, because I promise you - I'll be returning the favor later."

"Uh huh. Sure Chris. Suuuuuure." Melvin snickered. He turned Chris over and covered his mouth. "Again, trust me, it's for your own good. Not saying I'm not going to enjoy this, as my tail gives me the most amazing feeling ever, but still." He flipped open the fin of his tail a few minutes later, letting Chris prepare himself for the most painful thing in the entire world. Keeping his shadowy claw over his mouth, he slid his tail into him slowly, and waited for the screaming to start. Chris closed his eyes hard and gripped the ground, but refused to make a sound. He didn't start the screaming, until Melvin started transforming, during the process. Then he really had to get Chris to keep his mouth shut. The spear at the end of his tail found its way deep inside of the kid with the long hair as Mel transformed, leaking out the black ooze that would kill him if Mel couldn't stop himself at the end of the process. He left that part out, confident in his ability to fight off the feeling that was rushing through him. Euphoric agony, was indeed an understatement. Melvin leaned down slowly, and bit down on Chris's neck, hoping to distract him, while getting his sharp fangs into his system, to release the acidic spew that he could force himself to throw up to create a terrible injury. Had Chris been a regular human - his flesh would have been eaten away until nothing was left of him. Thankfully, this was not the case, since he was a Bio-Engineered creation, with unlock-able powers that he didn't even know about.

"Oh gods Melvin it hurts! Let me go!!!" Chris cried, getting free of Mel's claw. Melvin forced him down and refused to let him get away, the feeling just almost overpowering his senses. Chris kept screaming, as the strange fluid flowed into his veins, the spear at the end of Mel's tail flicking out tiny spikes that dug into the skin so that the fluid would enter the bloodstream.

"Trust me there's no other way to do this. I could have just stuck my tail in your mouth, but it would choke you to death like drowning, and probably have felt ten times worse." Melvin said, trying to fight off the urge to release all of the shadow blood at once. He was fighting the urge to kill him, simply because the adrenaline and euphoria demanded completion, but he would not let himself kill Chris. He had already put the kid through hell, so he focused as hard as he could, on holding back. The process felt like time had slowed horribly, and it was really only just a few minutes that had gone by. Every so often he'd yank Chris's hair or something, to keep him from passing out. Passing out would be fatal, and the blood would just go straight to his heart or brain, and kill the kid instantly. He had to make sure that he was awake, so that his blood could blend with Melvin's to ensure that transformation was what took place. The Sinner tried to come out and just make matters worse, but Melvin pushed the form to the back of existence in exchange for focus.

After about ten minutes went by, Melvin began to feel insanely dizzy. For many, many reasons. He was injured, high off of the endorphins that his tail was responsible for, and because Chris was in a raging fury of agony. He actually felt horrible for having to do this to him, but it was better than just killing him. He found himself lost in the world of enjoyment, and then snapped back to reality when Chris bit his hand.

"Son of a fuck!" Melvin hissed, covering Chris's mouth again. He sighed, and then let the flow stop, forcing himself to come to his fucking senses before he just became responsible for his friend's death. "I'm stopping now, so you need to try and relax. Seriously, there's inch-long spears at the tip of my tail, lodged inside of you, this is the part where shit get's insane. So breath, because starting now, as I slow this, you are going to shift and we get to see what you really are." He said. Chris turned his head sideways, and Mel let go of his face, and observed him, the black blood slowing down to see if Chris could transform without dying.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Chris cried, closing his eyes.

"Yeah, you're ready, just, hang in there. And don't die on me." Mel said, gently scratching the top of his head. He watched as Chris's red eyes turned a deep red, then he closed them and his back began to grow outwards. Chris was growing wings. And they were going to be the strangest thing to acquire, since he was not used to having an extra hundred pounds added to his spinal column.

"I don't feel good. Please... please stop... I'd rather die..." Chris said softly, barely able to speak.

"You're doing fine - holy fuck!!!" Melvin yelled. Chris's skin ripped open - and with a horrific cry of awesome - massive light blue wings exploded from his back, and slapped Melvin in the face. Chris laid there weakly, the wings laying dead at either side of him. Thankfully, this was normal, as the blood needed to readjust it's course, and flow into the wings now.

"There's something wrong... with me." Chris coughed, looking out into the darkness of the cave. "My spine... the tailbone... it's on  fire. Ugh..... why me? The.... fuuuuuckkkk...." Melvin reached down, just above where his own tail was hidden, and gripped onto the mass that was forming above his tail.

"Breathe out." Melvin said seriously.

"Why?" Chris asked, trying to stay awake.

"Just do it! Trust me!" He hissed. Chris opened his bright red eyes and did what Melvin told him, then cried out a moment later. Melvin yanked backwards as hard as he could, and ripped the bones into place, a long light-blue tail. Chris had a tail. It was lightly colored to match his wings, and looked far less evil then Melvin's that was for sure. It curled upwards, since Melvin was still connected with Chris. "Well then... you sure are a pretty little thing." He looked down at Chris's hands and feet. They were claws and talons now. Still pale to match his skin. "I wonder just how this is going to work, if your extra limbs are retractable or not. Guess we'll see."

"I hate my life." The boy beneath Melvin muttered.

"Yeah I know you do. Don't worry, you're going to be okay." Melvin pressed his hand down on Chris's back, and shifted back to his lesser of a threatening form. "I'm going to let you go, just don't move or anything." He gripped Chris's wing, and held it down for support, the spikes in his tail retracting and going back inside the spear tip. Chris covered his face, yelling into his hands as it happened. Melvin patted him on the back gently, and pulled the tail out from beneath his own tail, and then pulled backwards as slowly as he could, so that the kid wouldn't feel any more pain then he had to. He got off of Chris and sighed, then sat beside him, pulling him into his arms. "You're alive." He said with a grin.

"Let's.... never... do that... again..." Chris coughed. His wings were still relatively weak, as the blood had quite a bit to get to. And his tail was moving, but barely active enough to be considered a weapon - yet. He wrapped his arms around Melvin and looked up at him. "Can I sleep now? Or ....do I have to stay awake?"

"No, you can sleep now." Melvin sighed, and curled his tail over them.

He gently kissed the top of Chris's head, strangely showing him affection as if the passing of the Curse had meant something. It confused him, but he felt like he should show him kindness for a reason that he didn't understand. Before Tuesday, Melvin had never seen another Shadow Creature. But now that he had made one... He felt like it was special somehow. He felt like he'd do anything for the boy, just like with Raphiella. He looked down and ran his clawed hand through Chris's long hair, and watched him drift off to sleep. He eventually did the same, since using that amount of energy, and draining his own blood, had taken its toll on him. When Raphiella and Little Yami got back, they would see one very different Blue Elite. And.... once the Leaders found out... Chris would find himself in constant danger.

Fandom: EVILNUMBERSHIPPING

Pairing: Chris (Sephiroth) x Melvin (Cloud) Halloween Edition



Story: HAPPY HALLOWEEN FUCKS!
It was Devil's Night and all was quiet in the Castle of Oblivion. As usual, the Blu God had left the Castle, as she always did, on this night, to see someone of importance. Leaving the boys to run around the castle freely, she made her way into the other dimension, where she would stay for a time. Melvin bid her goodbye with a kiss on the cheek, then turned back to his room and went back inside. In his room he would find his mate, a long-haired male, dressed as someone from Final Fantasy. Sephiroth. Grinning, Mel wandered into the bathroom, and dressed himself for the hours of fun that they would be having - once their badasses made it to the Dirty Hideout for the Yearly Devil's Night Party. Mel and Chris would go there arm-in-arm, already drunk, and more than ready to show off their massive fucking swords.

When the two boys entered the Dirty Hideout rather tipsy, they immediately went to the bar, to ensure that they would be drunk before they hit the dance floor. Even more awesome, when they finally got to the floor, they began to sword-fight right there out in the open, in their costumes. Soon people were cheering them on, as Chris lifted the long and thin steel katana into the air to smash into Melvin's thicker sword that could become two units. Everyone watched as the cosplayed Cloud and Sephiroth dueled, clanging their swords together, and almost hitting their fans because they were so fucking wasted. Laughing and dancing around each other like they were actually from Advent Children or something, they continued to move, and dance as they went after each other. People laughed and cheered, clapped and threw confetti at them.

Mel and Chris continued their hilarious dance of sheer awesomeness for a few hours, then eventually lazily found their way back into their 'usual room' at the Hideout. Chris set down his long sword, and flopped down on the bed, his black gear rubbing up against the ridiculous silver shoulder pads that he made for the Sephiroth suit. Chuckling and grinning he pulled them off, and drunkly threw them to the floor. Mel kicked the door shut and smirked, stabbing the Cloud sword into the carpeting, and standing it up against the wall. He pointed to the cosplayed Sephiroth and said something that the character might have said, when challenging his enemy. Chris replied with the usual Sephiroth response, but then busted out in laughter, from being so wasted. It was hard for him to lay there and keep composure, which made Melvin laugh in response. He and Chris kicked off their Soldier boots, and laid there laughing about the people at the Hideout for a while. They continued to make jokes to each other about their fight, and how they "crossed swords" a few times on the battlefield. Somehow the subject of anime came up, and cosplay and all that, quickly followed, only giving Mel his usual ideas. He looked down at the carbon-copy of what was supposed to be Sephiroth, and smirked, then kissed him lightly on the lips, his blue eyes glistening in the poor lighting.

It really didn't take much for Melvin to suggest their usual altercations that generally went on in that room. He suggested to his boy, who watched his Keeper carefully, that they do something interesting, and by interesting, he meant something devious. Of course, such was the manner of Melvin the Tyrannical Wolf. Chris got up and walked across the room, over to where he sword was standing. He reached down and ran his fingers against the smooth steel, closing his eyes and fingering the blade. He was going to bring it to bed with him to play with, but before he could lift it off the ground, his bold Keeper was behind him, nuzzling the side of his neck. Chris smirked and looked over at Melvin, who was standing to the right side of him. He watched his Keeper dig inside of the dresser before him, looking for things to tie Chris up with - or something. The boy watched him curiously, and then Mel pulled out some kind of pink sash. He didn't know what it was, but Mel studied it, and discovered that it was actually a short fabric skirt. He looked at Chris, who gave him a rather repulsive glare. He really did look like Sephiroth at that given moment - the hate in his eyes was immaculate, perfect even.

Cloud and Sephiroth continued to nuzzle each other and make their snarky remarks. The boy that was dressed as Cloud, slowly removed his fellow Soldier's uniform, slowly, gently, and passionately. They had to do this correctly, to remain... 'in character'. Cloud seemed to grin when he saw the tall male's body, his pale flesh, and silver hair. The male playing Sephiroth was stern and turned to face the Cloud boy, peering down into his eyes, and then gripping him by the throat roughly, to kiss him and bring him closer. Cloud seemed intrigued by the somewhat forceful gesture, and moaned in pleasure as he pushed his Sephi back up against the wall, so that his back was flat to it. Cloud remained dressed, forceful, and determined to prove that he was stronger than the taller male. He grinned and yanked the Sephiroth's hair, demanding that he ware the skirt and face the wall. Sephiroth appeared to put up a fight, but the boy who played Cloud was so much stronger, dominant, and had a rather tight grasp on him. The Sephiroth look-alike bowed down to the shorter male with the bleached hair, and allowed him to put the pink skirt around his waist. He groaned and pulled his mate's hair, glaring at him, and then kissing him forcefully.

Melvin slowly undid his Soldier pants, still kissing Chris back hard and nasty. He let his hands go down the long zipper and undid them, slipping them down just a bit, so that his godly sword was able to be seen. He slid his fingers up and down his thick sword, smirking as he kissed his Sephi, moaning, and pushing his tongue further down his boy's throat. He opened his eyes and pulled back, breaking their kiss to look into the eyes of his gorgeous mate. Grinning evilly, he reached up and touched Chris's face, looking at the fine work of makeup that was done to really give him that regal look of Sephiroth. He ran his finger over Chris's lower lip, watching the boy struggle to keep his composure. Melvin reached down and stroked his sword, smirking, still watching Chris's eyes. The boy peered back at him flush in the face, watching his beautiful Keeper, play his games. He blushed deeper, unable to control the way his body responded to the gentle touch. It would have appeared, that this Cloud, was not like the one from Final Fantasy. This one, should have been placed into the Angelics Series or something. He was far too devious to be that innocent blonde boy, whom he was pretending to be. That and well, Sephiroth just didn't belong in skirts. Unless you were a really, really sick fuck. Which Melvin totally was. Without remorse.

The fake Cloud grabbed his Sephiroth, and turned him towards the wall. He pushed him up against it, and held him to it, reaching out and grabbing the steel sword that went with Chris's expensive and lavish outfit. Chris gasped as he felt the cold steel being pressed up against his body, sideways, innocently against his beautiful frame. Melvin laughed as he ran it over Chris's flesh, slowly, distracting him from the fact that he was about to shove another sword deeply inside of him. The fake Cloud laughed, and convinced Sephiroth to hold the katana, while he entered him and flipped up the back of his skirt. Melvin gripped Chris's hips as he thrusted into his mate hard, laughing and becoming less and less of the character he was playing as. His mate moaned and gasped as he stood against the wall, it was cold to one side of his face, and his hands. He howled a bit as his Cloud proceeded to fuck him harder, determined to get as far inside of his Sephi as he could. Cloud was more than just Cloud... he was a Tyrant Wolf, who was more than just determined, to put his One-Winged Angel, in his proper place. The sensation of Melvin going in and out of him so steadily, sent the false-bound angel into euphoria, instantly aroused and so in love with his cosplayer mate.

The Wolf howled a bit, and pulled out of his mate, and demanded that he get to the bed. Grinning and snickering, the fake Cloud grabbed some rope, and walked over to the bed to bind his mate's hands. Chris gasped in worry, watching Melvin tie him up, then he closed his eyes as he was forced to lay on the bed. If anyone had been watching, they might have seen the Soldier-dressed Cloud, slip down his pants just enough to see his white ass while he fucked the fake Sephiroth hard. Grasping onto Chris's hair, Melvin continued to fuck him, hard and deep, steadily, while howling. He was still rather drunk, so he barely seemed to notice that his lover was in agony, but he kept on screwing him, knowing that Chris loved it anyways. Which he did, because he was loud and obnoxious, each time his Cloud pushed into him harder. He arched his perfect body so that his Keeper could find his way further into him, riding into him, until he gasped and could barely breathe. The boy's face was red and burning as he grasped onto the blankets, arching his back higher to avoid Mel harming him even further. He felt Melvin's hands go to his waist, pulling up on him and back, so that he was somewhat on his knees as he got it. Chris whimpered and bit down on his lower lip, wincing as Melvin found his way into him. He could feel the Cloud suit rubbing up against his backside, which made him arch as it rubbed his sensitive skin.

Cloud looked down upon his Sephiroth, who's wrists were bound tightly as he sat there. He winced and gasped as his Cloud fucked him hard, and soon he began to pant. The boy, who played the kid from Soldier, pushed hard into his First, as he became flushed in the face from the intoxicants in his system, and the pleasure he was getting from being inside his tightly bound mate. He reached down and grabbed Chris's hair, yanking it hard, and causing him to yip from the sudden pain. Melvin reached beneath the boy as he slid in and out of him, finding Sephiroth's infamous sword, between his legs. Smirking at the fact that he had Sephi in a pink skirt, he stroked his mate, and continued to rail him. Chris felt Mel's hand tight around him, then suddenly smoothing over his flesh. He arched in response to the amazing feeling, that came with his Keeper's touch. That and the rubbing that came from inside of him, sent him to that euphoric state of mind. Chris panted and felt Mel's thick sword inside of him, hard and straight, rubbing up against the area that would set him off in no time now. When the time did come he gripped the blankets, and looked back at his Keeper, trying to hold it in. He gasped and moaned loudly, the sensation just too great for him to handle. Melvin looked down upon him as he continued to push him to the brink, steadily running his fingers up and down the shaft of the sword in his hand. He move steadily and dominantly, panting and loving the feeling.

Sephiroth seemed to be enjoying himself. And soon he was at the peak of his enjoyment, his mate not far behind him. Wincing, he released his materia onto the bed, somewhat embarrassed, and panting harder with each passing second. The Tyrant Wolf that was still doing him arched into him, gripping the long silver hair that belonged to his lover. He looked down and him then squinted himself, going deep into his mate, and holding him there as he let off inside of him. It would have appeared, that Cloud had won their little duel, as he pulled out of the First, and then allowed him to remove that pink skirt that was flipped up onto his back. The Wolf that played Cloud, breathed hard, and looked down as his cosplayer mate, who was slowly pulling his pants back on. Mel zipped his and watched him, a devious smirk over his face, that told no one what he was thinking. He laid down in the bed and watched Chris, who blushed and laid down beside Mel, not bothering to put his shirt back on. He panted and cautiously rested his face on Melvin's shoulder, Melvin just growling lowly, and gently running his fingers through Chris's silver hair. The fake Sephiroth panted hard, and brought his finger to his lips, as he started to drift off to sleep, the fake Cloud Strife, just scratching his head ever so lightly. After a while they were both sound asleep, and if anyone were to have seen the two, they would have seen two very real-looking - Final Fantasy Characters, laying together, for Halloween.

Fandom: SNIPERSHIPPING

Pairing: Blu x Chris



Story:
Melvin had left for the day, it would have appeared that working at a bar (more like getting drunk at the bar) was far more entertaining then being bored around Oblivion. He had been out for several hours, leaving the God and his male companion at the castle for now. Blu spent the most of her day cleaning, or carrying out her usual errands, until the boy woke up and she remained home with him. Christopher was rather bored and missed his Keeper, but he willfully spent time with his Keeper's God. The God followed the boy into his room, where his large Sniper Rifle sat. He had wanted to clean it, so that he could use it again sometime, but for now it sat there looking astoundingly awesome.

The curious God asked about his weapon of choice, more familiar with melee weaponry, verses something that could blow off someone's head from a grand away. Chris seemed rather amused with the fact that she wanted to learn about his favorite toy, so he went over to the desk where it sat, made sure it wasn't loaded, then carried it over to the God of Oblivion. He sat there for a while on the bed with her, just explaining how everything worked, and how effective it really was. There was no mistaking it, he loved his rifle. The God smiled and wandered out of the room for a moment, then came back with a cloth for him to clean it with. She watched him do so for a while, watching him, and very pleased with how happy he was. It was a rare thing where she got to see him smile when away from the Wolf Keeper they shared.

Chris cleaned the weapon properly and showed it off to the God. She continued to smile at him, her bright blue eyes meeting his as she did so. Chris looked away and turned a bit red, then went back to his gun. When it was completely perfect he walked back over to the desk with it and propped it up, facing the opposite wall for extra safety. He then proceeded to go over by Blu, who sat there on the bed. The boy looked at the God and leaned over to kiss the side of her face, cautiously, yet lovingly too. They began to play around, what brought it on was nothing more than them nuzzling each other softly. Blu would tug on his hair and laugh at him, making him put his arms around her and flop down on the bed. He peered down at her and kissed her forehead, and told her that he loved her. The God reassured him that she loved him dearly, and that she'd never not love him. Christopher smiled at her and sucked on his lower lip, then closed his eyes and kissed her again, still holding her close to him. He rubbed the side of his face against hers, her skin was really soft and perfect to him. She was special to Chris, she was Melvin's God, and  he would always be expected to treat her a specific way. Which wasn't hard for the white-haired sniper, since he loved her truly and dearly.

Blu watched the boy carefully, curling her large blue wolf ears outwards. Her eyes met Chris's again and she giggled, and hugged him tightly. He was so pale and beautiful, she just loved that white, white hair of his. She reached out slowly and took some of it, playing with it as he looked down, watching her. She was the most valuable thing to Melvin, no way would he allow anything bad to ever happen to her. Chris leaned down and kissed the top of her head, worriedly, and gently. Worried because the thought of loosing her terrified him, and gently because he loved her so dearly, despite it was more of Mel's expectations. Subconsciously he ran his fingers through her hair, just resting his head atop hers. Perhaps he sighed just a bit, enough where the God of Oblivion took notice. She looked up at him worriedly, and he opened his eyes and looked back at her, curiously so. A slight smirk crossed his lips - why would someone of power, worry about him? He looked at her ears, folded back slightly, allowing him to control the situation. It was strange that he even knew how. Her prefect blue eyes continued to look at him in pause, the hair of his still wrapped around her fingers, as he hand hung in the air as if she were thinking. Her long bushy blue tail curiously flicked back and fourth.

Strange at all, to think that a God, would yield to a boy, but that God... loved that boy. Far more than anyone would ever imagine or become aware of. Unless they were around them. Most people just thought the boy a pet between the two Alphas, but to them he was worth everything they had to give, and a whole lot more. But the God would be the one to make the first move. It was more proper, and as she undid Chris's shirt, he continued to watch her, indirectly, his gaze to her small hands that undressed him. She pushed the shirt to either side of his body, and reached up and touched the silver tags around his neck. It was a common thing she did, almost as if she herself worshiped the ideals that the Dog Tags represented. Chris gently lifted her face to his, and kissed her lightly. He gently kissed her, and opened his mouth as her tongue came in to touch his. He gasped slightly, and reached out to locate her tags. Almost as if to say that they were same in that moment. Well perhaps not, their statures were entirely different, but they both wore the tags that Melvin had given them, and they both loved him. They were the same in that. It was because of this, that they seemed to just set everything aside.

Chris laughed as he pulled the blankets over them, they were laying together, with nothing but the warmth of the covers and their own bodies. He held the God for a while, just touching her and enjoying the way that she felt against his soft skin. She closed her eyes and held him, his long hair falling in her face. She smirked and blew the hair from her face, and he laughed and kissed her again. Blu kissed the boy back, ever to lovingly. Chris closed his eyes and kissed her just a bit harder, then she did the same back to him. Before they knew it they were lost to the feeling, and before he knew what was happening, he was laying atop the overly affectionate God. He broke their kiss to look down at her, listening to the tail that rubbed up against the sides of the covers. Her ears were still firmly back, flat to her head. He watched her upper lip curl up, and then he took notice of her fangs. But it wasn't in a threatening manner that she did this. And even as she growled, she seemed to smile. She even barked a bit and beat her tail against the bed, indicating that she wanted the male to come closer. Chris played along with her game, and pressed his body to hers, and snickering because he hadn't done anything more than that. He would play with her, and let her tell him what she wanted him to do. Blu growled again, no words needed to be spoken, he knew what it was she desired. He leaned down and kissed her, then bit the side of her neck playfully. She let out a low snarl and he laughed, then looked into her eyes, smiling at her and blushing.

Blu seemed determined to get what she wanted. She snarled at the boy and purposefully arched herself upwards, so that they were closer. She could feel the boy's strong body against hers, and she curled her ears at him again. Her eyes glowed just slightly as she laid there, looking up at him. She let her tongue hang from her mouth, just between her fangs, and then panted loudly. She wanted him, and now. Chris kissed the side of her face, then reached down and guided himself into her, nuzzling the side of her neck. Blu yipped and arched as he pushed himself into her, carefully, and cautiously as always. He would never be rough with the God, unless she wanted that. Which he would soon discover, was rather possible. Chris hugged her and kissed her gently as they made love, he watched her ears, and occasionally thought a few things about that tail that had found him, and tickled him. He felt the God sucking on his tongue and he whined, eager to go further into her. The God reached up and grabbed his long white hair, pulling him closer, so that she could whisper into his ear. Chris's eyes went wide and he turned red at what she had told him, but surely he would not deny a God, certainly not Melvin's God. He agreed to her request, and prepared himself to carry out her wish.

Christopher curiously watched the God. She rolled over very much like a wolf would have, then got onto her knees, and stretched forwards in front of him. Her tail covered her, and he watched it curl downwards. Red in the face he reached up and touched his lower lip, nervous about what she demanded. He watched her carefully, and she lifted her tail and wagged it high into the air. Chris's eyes went wide and he blushed deeper, watching the powerful creature present herself to him so animal-like. She flipped her ears upwards and growled at him, then turned her head towards the wall so that she wasn't watching him. Christopher was rather thankful for this, he didn't like people staring at him, surely not right now either. Blu flicked her long tail at him, and he reached out and grabbed it lightly. He smoothed it down and watched her, she was still facing forwards with her ears pridefully in the air. He got closer to her and bit his lip, then held onto her tail. There was no question, he was nervous, but he entered her again, and began to give it to her the way that Melvin always did. He gave it to Chris the same way as well, they were wolves, animals, creatures... that's what they acted like and were. It was no shock that Blu probably wanted to get it like one. Chris had no complaints however, moving into her he quickly realized just why Mel liked to give it that way. It felt amazingly awesome.

The God arched her back, lifting her tail higher. It gave the boy better guidance, and as he pulled on her tail and gave it to her, she began to moan and almost howl. Chris smirked to himself silently, knowing that if he could get her to howl, that he would have done it correctly. Getting into her wasn't a problem, he was naturally a very gifted creature. He positioned himself so that he could do further into her, causing her to yip a bit. He stayed careful with her, but quickly discovered, that the harder he went into her, the louder and more excitable she became. He had watched Melvin with her before, so he decided to take a chance with the situation, and continued to be semi-rough with her. He reached out and held onto her, determined to please the God that loved him so. Her tail flicked back and fourth, he held it in his right hand while he railed her. Steadily he continued, watching her ears curl tighter. He listened to her cry out, she howled his name crying for him to give it to her. The boy licked his lower lip and hiked up her tail higher, leaning down on her and holding her tightly around the waist so that he could give it harder. She flared out her ears, then curled them again, clearly enjoying herself.

Blu gripped the blankets on the bed and tensed and arched her back. Her ears remained tight in their position, as she cried out and began to howl for the boy. She could feel that he was starting to become less worried, and more throttled with the fact that he could be less cautious. He began to get steadily rougher, making her cry out louder, until he was holding her down violently, pulling her hair and biting the side of her neck. She arched her back and stiffened her tail as he gave it to her, moaning and gasping from the rush he seemed to feel in response. She howled and her entire body seemed to lock up, releasing her purity onto the one who made such wicked love to her. The male held her down and arched his back, so that he forcefully went all the way into her. As he did he winced and panted, then suddenly let off hard inside of her, until he almost passed out from the feeling.

Panting and trembling, Chris slowly pulled himself from the God, and then laid down beside her, still panting. He grabbed her and held her close, then pulled the blankets over them. He kissed the side of her face and her lips, wasted to Oblivion and lost due to the feeling of pure euphoric agony. The God panted with her tongue hanging out, and flared up her ears. She kissed the body and waited for his breath to catch up with him, then gently kissed him on the lips. Her eyes began to glow again as she embraced him, holding onto him tightly. The boy with the long hair held her, his eyes wide with wonder and what he'd just done. He lazily smiled and closed his eyes, and then like nothing, completely passed out. The God giggled and kept them covered, snuggling up to him as he held her, then wandering to the land of dreams herself.

Fandom: GODSHIPPING

Pairing: Blu x Melvin



Story:
Christopher was sound asleep in bed, which was good, because he needed to sleep. Melvin however, was restless, and stressed out about anything and everything lately. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes - it was pitch fucking black in his room, and rather ominous. He put his feet onto the cold hardwood flood, after covering Chris up all the way. Growling to himself he staggered from the bedroom, and made he way over towards Blu's room, which was just down the hall. He rubbed his arms and shivered, and then reached out and touched the doorknob to her bedroom door. As usual the door was cracked open, and as usual, she was passed out in her bed, beneath a mountain of covers. She had often had issues with sleeping, and didn't always sleep with her boys because of it. Rubbing his right eye, Mel gently pushed open the door, then walked inside. Closing it over (in case the other boy were to wake up), he looked back at the door, then turned back to where he was headed.

Blu was passed the fuck out, face-down, and under the pillows. It was a strange habit that she'd had since she was a child, and it was because she hated waking up to the bright sun. Mel wandered over to her, and then yawned and lifted up the covers, so that he could sneak into bed with his God. He hated that she slept in there alone, and he knew that if Chris got up in the middle of the night he'd hear it, but he was restless, and the only thing that would fix that, was being beside his God. He snuggled up to her and somewhat laid on her, then pulled her over and into his arms. She stirred and growled in her sleep, then slowly opened her eyes to see that Mel was holding onto her. Of course she asked where Chris was, and told Mel that he should go back to his room, so that if Chris woke up he wasn't alone. But Mel refused to let her go, and hugged her tightly. Blu growled and rubbed her eyes, the sighed and agreed to let him stay, since it wasn't like he was going to give up anyways. He pulled the covers over their heads and nuzzled the side of her face, lazily and tiredly. Thankfully it was warm beneath the blankets, he was wearing nothing but shorts and some random black shirt. Blu was covered in super soft pajamas, and was just fun for Mel to snuggle up against.

Mel closed his eyes and yawned, holding his female companion in his arms. Well, to him, she was more than just that. Talk about the only thing that meant anything more to him than the boy with the long hair. She was his Overseer, his God, his everything that he had ever loved, aside from the boy of course. Whom she loved dearly, making him more and more comfortable with the feeling of loving another other than her. Blu yawned and stretched, naturally arching her back. Melvin felt her arch against his chest and smirked, then leaned down to kiss the top of her head. He put his left arm around her, since they were both laying up against each other on their right side. He reached up and found the Dog Tags that were hanging over her pajama shirt, and tucked them back into her shirt subconsciously. She ignored the gesture and put her head down on the pillow, still completely cuddled up with the tyrannical asshat behind her. He held her protectively, as if anyone would have come into the castle anyways. But he still did so, it was something that was second nature after so long.

Blu's long tail curled and was somehow between Mel's legs as he had her. He felt it subconsciously flicking, rubbing up against him as he held his God. He bared his fangs and naturally growled in response to the feeling, then leaned down and nuzzled the girl in his arms. Blu couldn't help but smirk when she realized what was going on. She felt the Wolf-boy press his body to hers as he held her, arching forwards so that she could feel him tense up behind her. Leaning down, Melvin snatched up her left ear, gently and very wolf-like, with his teeth. He tugged on her ear like a pup would playfully do to it's mother, then growled and snorted. Blu pretended that she was ignoring him, then arched her tail upwards, sliding it slowly up and down between her Wolf's legs. Mel yanked her ear harder, then reached down and grabbed onto her tail. Blu snarled and lifted her ears, then curled them upwards. Mel gently lifted her tail and pulled it out from between her legs, then reached down and lowered his shorts. Smirking, he pulled down her soft pajamas, and then pulled her closer to him while growling deviously. He yanked her tail hard and she yipped lowly, indicating that she knew what he was up to.

The spiky-haired Wolf snarled, and slowly let go of Blu's long ear. He gently reached down and gripped her bony hips, then pushed himself into her, reaching up to push her down a bit so that her long bushy tail wouldn't slap him in the face. Melvin grabbed her tail tightly, giving it a hard yank upwards as he began to rock into her. The Big Badass Wolf snarled viciously as he proved his dominance, though yield to her he would if she so demanded it. That, or out of respect. He was always proper about how he gave it to his God, he would never defile her in any way that he saw as impure. He surely told Chris about the ways that were forbade, when it came to consorting with the God in that manner. The larger Wolf mounting the smaller paled one growled, and shook his head just a bit. His soft spiky hair seemed to move slowly as he did, swaying back and fourth as he moved a bit. He nuzzled the Alpha beneath him, lovingly and with tons of affection. Coaxing her to get up, he was able to convince her to stretch and get onto all fours for him as he made love to her. He dragged his long nails down her back, watching her arch her back as he did it. Twitching and panting, he growled and snarled, demanding lust from her.

Melvin growled and let his long tongue hang from his mouth. There was no questioning it, his godly frame was anything but not worth seeing. His perfect body seemed to be perfect, even in the slight lighting of the room, thanks to the candles that burned in the lanterns on the dresser. As the flames danced around, shadows were cast on the walls, shadows of the large Wolf with the spiky hair. The Wolf kept a firm grip on the God's tail, his eyes were slightly closed as he breathed in slowly, feeling the cold air travel between his lips and towards the back of his mouth. He panted hard and then peered down at Blu, who turned to look at him, her eyes brightly glowing, even in the darkness. Mel let go of her tail some, just seeing her eyes light up was intoxicating to him. He fought the urge to drool on himself and kept a stern gaze, that was still somewhat calm and collective. He pushed into her further and growled, panting a moment later because he felt too good. It wasn't the same to him as when he felt the boy, this was different, and had a much different feel to it altogether. He ran his left claw up and down Blu's side, feeling her ribs as she moved against him. Snarling slightly, he dragged his tongue back into his mouth and uncontrollably began to howl and cry for her.

Blu loved the feeling of her Wolf. He was so proud, sturdy, and vigilant when it came to being with her. She felt like he would truly do anything for her, and that they truly belonged together in a deep sense. Though he tended to have more than anyone's fair share of problems, she felt like he was the most loyal companion she'd ever have. Melvin leaned down and pushed her to the bed, so that he could lay atop her back. He leaned down and nuzzled her face, then kissed her when she turned her head. Their eyes began to glow brightly, and Mel pushed himself upwards and arched into her further, his eyes just glassy and bright. Hers echoed the powerful feeling, indicating that they were connected in an incredibly spiritual sense as well. The male Wolf, such a tyrannical creature he was. Forcing himself further into his lover, he felt her tense up and watched her howl. Blu's eyes glowed brighter, and she began to huff and pant now. Still holding onto her tail firmly, Mel continued to give it to the she-Wolf, determined to bring her to the most defiant euphoria possible. For when he looked upon her, he saw a great entity, a God, a strong being that deserved everything he had to give.

The two very Wolf-like creatures howled in unison as they both hit their peaks in the moment of euphoria. Mel laughed and covered his mouth, realizing that they had probably woken up their other mate in the back room. Snickering as he panted hard, he eased himself out of the female God, and watched her lay out flat on the bed, laughing into the pillow and writhing with the feeling of lust still left inside her. Baring his fangs, the Alpha male growled playfully, and turned his head towards the door. He lifted his ears just slightly, they had been docked and cropped to look like a Wolf's. He panted and stifled another growl, then turned back to Blu as he sat back on his ass. She curled her tail tightly around her, almost like how a cat did when it was about to sleep. She flipped her ears up and looked at the door, then Mel immediately snarled threateningly and turned towards the door.

Laughing a moment later, he saw Chris standing there, rubbing his eyes. He looked over at them and didn't say much, but Mel barked at him, and told him to come and lay with them. The boy did as he was asked, not bothering with asking what they'd been doing. He laid down in bed between Blu and Mel, his arms around the God as he fell back asleep. The Big Badass Wolf smirked and laid behind the boy, putting his arms around him. Blu growled and almost purred as she slept soundly in Chris's arms, a devious grin over her lips. The tyrannical asshole nuzzled the back of the boy's head, and smirked when he felt Blu's tail wrap over the two of them. Content and still breathing hard he laid his head down onto the pillow, his long speared hair flying out in every direction possible. Melvin the Wolf, would surely dream of his own perfection, yielding only to his two mates.

Fandom: SNIPERSHIPPING
*First one ever done (this is out of order)

Pairing: Blu x Chris



Story:
Christopher wandered into the Dirty Hideout, wondering where his Keeper was. It seemed that more often than not he was seeking him out, verses the Keeper actually giving a fuck as to where he might have been. Looking around he saw crowds of people, everywhere, doing their own thing. But there was no sign of Melvin anywhere, so he just went to the bar and ordered a shot or two. Shortly after, a female dressed in all-blue, minus her usual black cloak, had entered and decided to take a seat at the bar too. It was Blu, Melvin's God, his everything that he loved. He loved her more than he loved Chris, which used to bother him, but he was sort of starting to get used to it. He smiled at her and said 'hello' then the two began to talk about recent events.

Blu was beautiful, she always had been. It wasn't a wonder why Melvin loved her either. She was polite, decent to everyone, loyal, and would waste no time protecting those that she loved. Christopher was the same way, and together they shared Melvin, although Melvin belonged to Blu, the way Chris belonged to him. Blu was their Overseer because of 'owning' Melvin, and it was as if she owned Chris twice over, since he belonged to his Keeper, Mel. They sat there and talked for a while, Blu wanted to know what had happened to Chris, because he looked rather beat-up again. She frowned upon the things that Melvin did to him, and he cared about her for that. But it was never how he loved Melvin - it just couldn't be. Well they sat there talking for a while longer, and eventually the loudness around got too much to handle, so together, they wandered into the back, to enjoy peace and quiet away from the others.

The two sat side-by-side on a soft bed, that was better used for other things rather than just talking. Christopher was always cautious around Blu, she unnaturally made him nervous, and it was because to say one thing wrong to her, to even look at her wrong - was a Sin to Melvin. He would get beaten or worse if he disrespected her in any shape or form, so he did his best to remain proper. They were sitting close together and he leaned over to gently kiss the side of her face, feeling her soft flesh against his lips. He felt a slight twinge as he did it, and pulled back to see that she was looking into his eyes now. He looked down and away almost sadly, and she reached up and turned his head to face her, asking to see his eyes. He looked at her indirectly so that she would see the deep blue coloring, and then realized that she was smiling at him. So pure, and so lovingly. He couldn't help but smile back, because Melvin's God was pleased with whatever he had just done. His smile widened and he closed his eyes and kissed the side of her face again, this time more playfully. Blu giggled and then kissed him back, and then he blushed and looked away for a moment.

Blu gently touched the area blow his chin, and guided him towards her. He closed his eyes, and before he knew it, his lips were to hers. He didn't know how he should kiss her, but he knew that to deny the God was wrong. Plus... he was sort of curious. Melvin loved her more than anything, so he did always want to see why. Perhaps it was her gentle touch, her soft skin, and her glowing blue eyes. He didn't know, but now thinking about it, he was more than curious. He had to know. As their lips touched he opened his mouth just a little, she seemed to do the same, and then he felt her slowly ease her tongue into his mouth. His touched hers and he felt a strange wave of energy wash over him, and before he knew it - he was kissing Melvin's God. Melvin's Blu was his everything, and she sure was damned gorgeous. Chris gently lifted his hand up and touched the side of her face as they kissed, being as gentle with her as he knew how. To mess up her hair or to even be the slightest bit rough with her would surely get him killed, so he was more than cautious. She did the same to him, slowly, and gently, but it seemed more natural to her, like she didn't have to try like he did. He loved to be gentle, Melvin was always so violent and rough - so this was all-new to him.

He pulled back from her and looked at her, and with every last bit of respect that he had inside him, he told her that he loved her. Without even trying she said it back, and smiled at him. His face must have turned a little more red, because he felt like his face was slightly on fire or something. He leaned in and nuzzled the side of her neck, kissing her gently, and running his fingers through her beautiful blue hair. His hands traveled down to her shirt, and slightly went under the collar of it, and he leaned back again to look into her eyes to see if he'd made a mistake. But he saw nothing - nothing but love in her eyes. How could a God, with all the power in who-knew-what - be so ...affectionate and gentle? She was a Color God, those things weren't just powerful, they were insane. He looked at her strangely, then slid the side of her shirt down just a bit so that he could see her shoulder. She had pale flesh, almost as pale as his - if not the same color. She tilted her head curiously to the side, and her long blue ears, better hidden in her hair, slid out and went upwards. Chris pulled his hand back, knowing that sign anywhere. The sign of the wolf - an Alpha wolf. What Melvin was. But, just as soon as it had happened, her ears.... went backwards. How could a God, be showing him respect? He could have cried but he didn't want to show a sign of weakness before such a regal creature.

Blu's long blue tail came out from behind her, and she removed her cloak, and let it fall back behind her. She flicked and wagged her tail, and then flopped it into Christopher's lap, grinning, and flexing it, so that the tip was facing him. Chris looked down slowly, and his hands found her tail, and he gently smoothed it over, correcting any of the fur's mishaps. She seemed to like it, so he gently stroked it, looking at her as she watched him. Her eyes seemed to glisten, under the lighting of the room. More curiously, she fingered her long hair, looking at it curiously. Chris watched her intently looking at her own hair, then she met his eyes, turning her head, keeping her ears aligned slightly backwards now. She flicked one of them up, then down, a sign of curiosity. Christopher didn't know too much about wolves, but after spending so much time with Melvin, he was able to understand their general gestures and facial expressions seemed to help. Chris found his own hair, it long and silvery. Blu crawled closer to him again, so that her face was closer to his. She took his hair and then ran her fingers through it, her clawed hands never once harming him - never once. Chris watched as her hands found his shirt, and she began to un-button it to see just what he looked like. He bit his lip and wondered what she'd think of him, but she didn't seem to judge him in the least.

Touching Melvin's God felt so different. It wasn't just like his Keeper where he felt the rough and dominant flesh or anything, Blu was soft and gentle, smooth and shimmering somehow. The two undid each other's shirts, Blu's was a crystal blue button-down and seemed to be a little strange for a God, then again who would judge a God? Chris looked at the area of her shirt that was open, she had white skin, and it looked really smooth. Curiously he reached out and touched her neck, then let his hand slid down her throat, towards her collarbone. Blu giggled and flattened her ears again, her bright blue eyes watching him. He slowly reached into her shirt and felt her chest, it was different then his and somehow just gave him a writhing feeling inside. She didn't seem to mind the curiosity that the boy had, and he was thankful for it, because she could have snapped at any moment and killed him or had him killed - or something. Chris wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her closer to him, leaning down and kissing her again. He loved the way that she felt, and he began to understand why Melvin might have as well. As they kissed he closed his eyes, listening to the thumping of her tail against the bed. He embraced her and then laid her down on the bed gently, leaning over her, and then down to kiss the side of her cheek again. Blu seemed to watch him, entertained with the manner in which he handled her.

The very thought of making love to Melvin's God had more than struck Chris's thoughts. He loved the way she felt, he loved the respect and the fact that she was just overly gentle with him. He felt her tail curl around him, gently pressing against him to guide him closer to her. His hands slid beneath the black and blue skirt that she'd been wearing, and he quickly realized that she had nothing on beneath it. This was going to make things easier for him, since he was far too cautious to properly undress the God. He felt her tail rubbing against him softly, almost guiding him along in the gestures he made towards the God. He felt her hands go to his pants, and before he was fully aware of what she'd done he realized that she had then undone and wanted him. He would not dishonor the God by turning her down, and he surely didn't want to pass up the chance he had with her to understand why Melvin loved her. He slowly slipped his pants off, they were white and matched the white shirt that he'd been wearing. His clothing had shimmering blue overlay on it, sewn to perfection. Chris watched Blu, and kept a thought set aside about that tail of hers, that now touched his bare flesh, just sliding up and down the side of his leg. He was rather accustomed to the tail being a violent object, so he was shocked that she wasn't using it in that fashion. He pulled off his shirt and set it aside, feeling her tail now slide up towards his back, the soft fur just brushing against him as it slid.

Blu watched him intently, then as he leaned down she met him and kissed him softly, and gently. Her tongue slid into his mouth and wrapped in his, and he felt a slight pull as if she were sucking on his tongue. His eyes widened then he closed them, slowly guiding himself into her, trying to be as slow as he could with her. Had he harmed her Melvin would have surely sensed it and found him and killed him, that thought was always at the back of his mind. Blu's tail seemed to wander beneath the two, and Chris could feel it tickling him and rubbing up against him as he felt her from inside. It was rather different than what he'd felt in the past, then again, he rarely even got to make love to Melvin, because he was a wolf - a big one, and their Alpha kind didn't like that. It was a totally new experience and he almost felt wronged for being with her as such, but his curiousness got the best of him, plus she seemed... to like it. Christopher continued to kiss Blu, holding her close as he pushed into her and then moved rhythmically in and out of her. He would watch her curiously to see if he was doing anything wrong, but she'd just watch him back, to see how he felt about it. Which was strange because why would any God care how lower wolf felt?

Chris couldn't help but enjoy the rush, the feeling of the God was beyond immaculate. She felt so different, so strange, and so ...loving. It wasn't something he was generally familiar with, other than on a super-rare occasion. He smiled at her and moved the hair from her eyes, then kissed the side of her neck. Blu made strange wolfish sounds, and he began to sigh and moan in pleasure from the way that she felt on him. She seemed to have this unnatural control, and it felt more than good to the boy that had found his way inside of the Colored God. He began to want her more, and he found his way deeper into her, listening to her start to howl. Chris found her lips and kissed her, determined to please the God. His hands found her wrists, and he slid them up nearest her head, and applied just a bit of pressure, in response to the tail that was rubbing against him again. She seemed to make more sounds, breaking their kiss to pant. Her long ears went up and curled into the shape of horns, and Chris smirked, knowing that this was the symbol of pleasure. He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, then gently bit her, listening to the slight howls and cries that left her. He gripped her wrists a bit tighter and they seemed to become more frequent, so he began to wonder if this was how Melvin made love to her.

But he wasn't Melvin. He'd never be like him, he wasn't good enough, although the God surely seemed to enjoy him, he still remained overly cautious. His heart beating, he moved a little faster, deeper, and slightly harder into the one with the bright blue eyes and hair. He could feel the sides of her opened shirt rubbing against his chest, and he could also feel and hear the clink of the tags from around their necks touching. It would have appeared that Melvin's tags never left the two, and so they were joined by him as well as their selves for the moment. Christopher thought about Blu's tail, it was long and soft, and seemed to just writhe with pleasure. He knew how they felt, and wondered how hers would have felt inside of him, be he refused to ask a God for anything, so he continued to focus on making her happy. Every so often he would feel it slide up him and he would cringe from the pleasure. He kissed her hard and she did the same back, them both getting more into the situation that presented itself in the strangest of ways. He felt the body of the God arch upwards, getting him so that he could feel her tense inside. He went into her harder, determined to get as far inside of her as he could. Which wasn't hard since he was rather gifted in that area. Melvin had learned that a few times. Proudly he submitted his love to the female God, moaning and somewhat howling along with her.

The God cringed in pleasure, he could feel her over him. He fought to control himself, she was feeling rather good to him - too good. He laughed in pleasure as he gripped her wrists, leaning down and sucking on the side of her throat. She tensed up even more, the slight roughness and gentleness at the same time, writhing together to form euphoria. She began to hit the moment, and howled louder, he could feel the beating of her very heart quicken as she put everything into the loud cry that symbolized the ultimate feeling of lust. As she began to climax he forced himself into her, the area in which they were connected tighter as she howled. He stopped biting her and looked into her eyes, then gently kissed her, letting her wrists go to take her into his arms to hold her. As she howled and cried out in pleasure he released his glory into her, them doing so at the exact moment with her having a lovely head start. Chris moaned as he did it, holding her and then tensing and trying to relax himself. The two met eyes and he peered down into hers, then closed his eyes and softly kissed her soft lips.

The boy and the God laid together for a while, panting and tired from exhaustion. For a while they would just hold each other, Chris had rolled onto his side, his back to the God somewhat in a slight shame. But the God turned over and held him, her head above his from sliding up higher to be over him in a sense or two. Her left arm was beneath his neck, and her right went under his right arm and her hand gently rested on his chest. To feel the thumping organ that was his very heart. He panted with his mouth closed, and sighed in exasperation from the whole ordeal, then reached up with his right hand to cover hers. They locked fingers, and he felt her soft hands in his and just smiled. The God moved the hair from the boy's face, leaned down and kissed him, then just laid there with him until they were ready to be dressed again. Blu found her shorts that she'd magically taken off when the boy hadn't noticed, and slipped them on giggling. She spoke to him about the dance of love and perfection, and told the boy that she wanted to show him another form of expression and love. Chris was curious as to what she meant, and surely wished to join her.

When they appeared back into the Hideout, the God took the boy's hand, her glowing eyes finding his in a fun sort of manner. He smiled and shook his head as she led him to the dance floor. She was far shorter than he was, but he followed her and danced with her, spinning her and bringing him closer to her as the techno music thumped throughout the Dirty Hideout. He blushed when he looked into her eyes, and she only smiled genuinely in response. Without words they moved swiftly across the dance floor, Chris twirling the God so that her skirt fanned out in all directions. He pulled her back and moved along with her, his long hair swaying as they glided in motion together. He began to feel the sense of 'fun' in this, and perfected his stance, and began to guide her for once. As the lights shimmered down upon them, people began to cheer, watching the two lovers move swiftly throughout the room. The boy and the God, were clearly a sight to be seen, and for once - Christopher felt genuinely loved. He would have to find Melvin later, and tell him he loved his God too.

Fandom: ALPHAWOLFSHIPPING

Pairing: Melvin x Blu (both as Wolves)



Story:
Melvin was always known as the Alpha Wolf. For as long as anyone could remember, that was exactly just what he was. Well we have taken that idea, and simply put it into a situation, where he and Blu are both Wolves. Time and Abbaddon are rather crude motherfuckers, so they decided that it would be funny to drop the two fucks in one forest, to see just what would happen. They were both betting that Melvin would wind up screwing the life out of Blu, who was ironically the only blue-tinted Wolf, in the whole RA-damned forest. So while the two massive Dragons sat back and laughed, they closely eyed the massive black Wolf, locate the blue one.

A massive black Alpha lifted his head and sniffed the air, his large talons seemed to just gouge into the ground as he got up, his sleek black fur looking astounding in the sunlight. Snarling and lifting his head higher, he quickly noted that he was a very large, and very thick Wolf. Snorting and then smelling the air, he growled and shook himself. His strong muscular body stretched and flexed as he did, his powerful and long tail hiking up and curling up high into the air. He yawned and snapped his powerful jowls together, then arched his back, and lifted his ass high into the air, his tail allowing a few view of his raw power. Shaking he started to trot forwards, his head high, and his ears pointed directly into the air. Melvin seemed strangely comfortable in this form, and he seemed to move naturally, as he plowed through the tall grasses and headed deeper into the forest.

On the other side of the forest, was the blue Wolf. Still an Alpha, but female, the smaller wolf of the two, began to wake up. Rolling onto her side, and immediately to her feet, Blu snuffed the dirt and dust around her and then shook herself. Her tail instantly went into the air, and her rather confused sense to her, soared through her bones and caused her heart to race. She lifted her ears and looked around, sniffing the air around and immediately detecting the scent of another alpha - a male even. Panting hard from the sudden change in everything - Blu wasted no time hauling ass into the forest. She sniffed the ground as she moved, keeping that tail high up so that her stature was seen by any and all animals. She curled her ears and turned them in different directions, making sure that she heard every sound and was aware of what was going on in nature, around her. Having been a hybrid for so long, she had forgotten how good it felt, to transform and just hang around in her regular form. Though this time she was without her wings. No matter though, she was an alpha, and surely a vile one if threatened. She continued to move on, strangely following the scent of the other male now.

Melvin quickly picked up the scent of Blu. She could have been any fucking animal on the planet, and he would have sniffed her out. He smelled the air and flexed his ears, then made them stand straight up. Panting, he felt himself become aroused by the other Wolf's scent, and before he knew it, he was running full-speed ahead, towards her. He seemed to run more like a horse galloped. His powerful body and long legs gave him a longer stride, and his long tail balanced him, so that when he leaped over rocks and small streams, he didn't make an error and fall over. His sleek black fur glistened in the sunlight, and then seemed to turn to shadows in the shade. Panting and huffing excitedly, his heart thudded with anticipation. His long tongue seemed to just hang from his mouth as he raced through the forest, getting more and more eager to find her. When Mel got a whiff of her being closer, he turned left on a dime, and plowed through a mess of long-brush and other trees. Immediately he located the other Wolf, her fun was blue, and she had strangely colored eyes. Almost drooling, he halted, and approached her boldly.

Blu immediately recognized the fact that there was another Wolf staring her in the face, and instantly bared her fangs. Getting closer to check him out, she moved her face nearest his, and inhaled deeply, snuffing the side of his face, making sure it was Melvin. He responded with a blissful snarl, and she turned her head, to see that his ears flexed downwards just a tiny bit. No doubt about it, that was Melvin alright. Almost immediately Mel rubbed his massive head against hers, bucking back just a bit, hiking his tail up and wagging it. He nuzzled her and licked the side of his face, and she responded with a lesser of the same gesture. Realizing that this was going to be a power-trip, Melvin gnawed on the side of her face, and then snapped upwards to bite down on her left ear. Yanking on it and jerking his head, he snarled, and got a somewhat vile response from the blue Wolf. She jerked her head sideways, then slammed herself into him, to knock him back. Using her jaws, she bit him hard in the throat, and forced him to the ground. The larger Wolf howled a bit, shocked and surprised by her dominant gesture. Worried he did something wrong, he looked up at her, as she released him. She barked at him and wagged her tail, and he snuffed and got to his feet. It was a show of dominance, and a dominance war at its start. Very well then, he would surely participate in this game.

The two Wolves began to tangle, determined to cause the other to submit. But it wasn't happening. Soon they were scuffed up and scratched, bleeding and panting. Blu seemed to tire faster, her smaller body responding with massive panting and a pounding heart. She swatted at the big Alpha, and bared her fangs somewhat threateningly. Melvin groaned and shook his head, then attempted to mount her. She turned and snapped at him, but he remained persistent, determined to have her. She lowered her tail and slapped him across the face, her powerful front paw getting him fully. Snarling and shaking his head, the large black Wolf huffed, and tried again. He would not give up, she was getting tired and worn out, which meant that victory was nearest him. He waited for her to strike again, then moved sideways just a bit. She howled and barked as she missed, then hiked her tail up just enough. Before she could react, Melvin lashed out and grabbed her by the throat, then threw her down. Blu snapped her jaws at him and then got back up, starting to walk off. Melvin jumped on her and bit down on her neck, snarling and growling viciously. His massive paws sank into the sides of her flesh, making her arch her back as she yelped in pain. As she arched hard, he violently forced himself into her, yowling and crying out as he did so. The Wolf beneath him yipped and arched, rather surprised by his efforts, then clawed at the ground as she lowered herself just a bit.

Panting hard the black Wolf howled, moving in and out of the blue one as he held her in place. She adjusted and moaned as he pushed himself into her, he was far larger than her, and about a hundred pounds heavier. It was easy to say that he was probably hurting her, so after he got all the way inside of her, he eased up, and held her steady. He watched her arch her back, he was thick and hard inside of her, feeling her attempt to adjust further to him. His long tail curled higher, and he panted and let go of her sides, which were bleeding from his nasty talons having sank into her. She seemed to be more comfortable, but still yipped as he arched his back and moved in and out of her. The blue Wolf moaned and howled, then panted and gripped the ground hard. The black Wolf leaned down, sliding into her harder and deeper. She moaned and howled louder, it must have hurt with how large the Alpha of the Alphas was. Her bushy bluish tail curled upwards, then pointed down towards her arched spine. Being a rather different kind of Wolf, Melvin was able to use his talons more like hands. With his right hand he gripped her tail, then yanked it hard as he pushed into her. She let out a piercing cry as he did it, but he kept moving steadily, rubbing hard up against her, inside of her. She began to tolerate the pain, and even started to enjoy it, while the black Wolf started to drool and howl along with her.

Holding onto the long tail before him, the black Wolf continued to move, feeling the tightness of the smaller Alpha beneath him. Howling in pleasure, he tensed up inside of her, causing her to pant and arch. Pretty soon the female Alpha arched on her own, unable to avoid the intense feeling of lust that took over her. The bigger Wolf snarled, sliding in and out harder now. He gripped her tail and went into her faster, making sure that he kept himself steady, and positioned to rub up against her insides with perfection. Going over the same area over and over, she began to cry out, until she howled. Eventually he pushed into her so deep that she let out a continual howl, then just panted and moaned as she climaxed on him. Satisfied with his efforts, he plowed her from behind hard, keeping the tail in his grasp. She panted and arched her back, the feeling still there as she moaned. The Alpha male howled powerfully, and released his Wolf's Curse. The female Wolf moaned as he climaxed inside of her, tense, strong, and as brilliant as he appeared. His heart pounding, he panted, and then looked down at his mate. Slowly pulling out of her, he looked down, to see that they were still connected with their love. He leaned his head down and licked her, making her arched and snarl. She folded her ears back and almost hissed at him, pushing her tail between her legs and then laying down on her side panting.

The Alpha male walked over to the female, and then nuzzled the side of her throat, occasionally licking over his nose and lower jaw to get the strange taste out of his mouth. He watched her pant and laid down, then he walked around, so that he was behind her. Laying down beside her, he rested his head on her side, then lifted his head to lick between her ears. She snuffed and then growled, folding her ears and allowing him to claim her as his. His massive tail immediately found hers, and their tails wrapped within each other's, as they laid out in the grass. Panting still a bit, Melvin rested his head on hers, and then let his tongue hang out of his mouth a bit. Blu groaned and closed her eyes, and then sooner or later, the two of them drifted off to sleep. WOLFSEX, like a boss.

Fandom: RIBBONSHIPPING

Pairing: Bo Melly x Salvation



Story:
Bo panted hard, and reached up to hold his shoulder. He huffed and then looked at his hand, it was completely covered in blood. Before he had a chance to react, that blasted Angel charged him again, coming full speed towards him, with a massive fucking sword. Bo backed up and used his sword to block, and then was shoved over onto his ass from the angel with the long bluish hair. His raging red eyes seemed to glow steadily, as he pushed the blonde Wolf down to the ground. Using both of his legs for support, Bo kicked Salvation back off of him, and then swung his sword at him as he sat up. Sal immediately flared out his wings and blasted backwards, avoiding the hit. Laughing, the Angel flared out his wings again, and seemed to just hover in the air, his feet a mere six inches from the ground. The boy with the brightly-colored ribbons wrapped around his body, staggered to his feet, and pointed the sword at the angel, holding his shoulder with his free hand. He told him that this was clearly not a fair fight, since the Angel had the ability to fly. Salvation seemed to pause and consider this, but then charged once again at the other male.

Mel shook his head, knowing that this was going to be a nasty fight. He looked up for a split second, and held his arms out, welcoming the Angel, while also hoping to throw him off. The vile and winged creature continued to fly at him until he opened his arms, then attempted to halt and flare back his wings. Bo Melly immediately brought his sword up and to the left, and slashed a massive gash into the Angel's wing. Salvation let out a horrific shriek, and slammed into Bo, completely dropping his sword. He wailed and howled in pain, his wing cut deep and far into the flesh and muscle. His other wing spazzed out in response, trying to avoid getting struck. Bo immediately grabbed onto it, then stabbed his sword through it, using his free arm to forcibly hold Salvation up against his body. They both fell to the ground as Sal screamed, feeling Mel's sword rip back out of his other wing. Sal grabbed Bo Melly's arm, and Bo released the sword in surprise. He reached up and grabbed Sal by the throat, then rolled over onto the angel, who could no longer fly. He hit him several times, Sal fighting back and hitting him as well, neither of them willing to back down.

Salvation twinged with agony as he laid on the dirt ground. He had only wanted to get Bo's attention. He lusted for the one who covered himself in blue anthrax ribbons... Bo of course, hadn't wanted to just roughhouse, he wanted to fight the Angel, for not leaving him the fuck alone. He really did hate that fucker sometimes. And now, he was laying atop him, with his hands around Sal's throat. Salvation reached up weakly, unable to breathe. He gently ran his finger down the side of Bo Melly's face, his red eyes starting to close as he began to die from strangulation. His wings flared out and he groaned in pain, closing his eyes hard, as the blood from Bo, dripped down onto him. With his eyes still closed Sal released a horrid cry, a symbol that he was giving up, and unable to fight any longer. His wings lay flat, and he attempted to grab at Bo's hands, which were still a death-grip around his throat. Sal moved his head to the side, Bo looking down upon him in pleasure as Salvation's weaker side was shone for a moment, allowing tears to fall from Salvation's eyes. Sal turned his head and tried to gasp for air, starting to feel like he was going to pass out. When he finally stopped struggling (more like he couldn't at this point), Bo shockingly released him for a moment. The Angel cried and rubbed his eyes, huffing and trying to breathe. Bo, still laying atop him, higher than fuck, grabbed him by the neck again, and then kissed the Angelic hard.

Sal whined as Bo kissed him, he felt weak and pathetic, and not sturdy and defiantly regal. His long hair fell all around him, and he kissed the crazy spiky-haired fiend atop him, his wings occasionally fanning out in pain. Bo pushed his tongue into Sal's mouth, sucking on his and almost moaning as he did it. It was clear that he was just doing it to remain in control, but Salvation just seemed to enjoy it. A little too much. Salvation arched his body upwards, rubbing it against the boy atop him as he reached up and grabbed onto his blonde hair. Never mind the fact that they were laying in the dirt, of a random dirt parking lot, where an abandoned warehouse was barely standing... The winds were warm, the grass steadily blowing around in the nearby field... it was truly a beautiful day to get railed. And of course that was going to happen, it wouldn't be a great story if it didn't. Bo wasted no time taking off the Angel's pants, and then his own. He let him lay there, bleeding and horridly injured, and laughed at Salvation deviously. Then he started coughing, dizzy from his own blood-loss. Sal laughed back at him, but got slapped across the face for it surely. The Angel hissed and shrieked, sounding more like a fierce harpy than a damned Angel.

Smirking, Bo pushed the Angel's legs apart, and then reached down and proceeded to stuff the Angel with his massive tail. The Angel winced and hissed at his mate, angry but deeply aroused with the fact that he was unkind to him. Bo snickered and laid atop the creature, his hands at Sal's throat again, squeezing his neck just hard enough to make the pleasure deepen, but not hard enough to kill him. Bo continued to be vile to the creature beneath him, the ribbons coated with anthrax rubbing up against his flesh. It began to sting and almost burn, making him dizzy with illness. As he forced himself hard into Salvation, he laughed and let his naturally long tongue hang from his mouth, between his two fangs. He huffed and growled as he did it, watching Salvation reach up and slash at him with his claws. Sal's nails tore through Bo's black shirt, then ripped across his face an neck, making Bo hiss and snarl at the pain. Sal growled and raked his right clawed hand across Bo's face, leaving three deep slashes in his left cheek. Bo snarled and tightened his grasp on the Angel's throat, then jerked his back outwards and then forwards, forcing himself to tare the Angel's flesh from the inside as he fucked him. Salvation howled in agony and grabbed Bo's messy hair, pulling it hard. He could feel Bo tense up inside of him, he was harder and deeper into him now.

The Angel released a loud cry, feeling the warm breeze blow some of his navy-colored hair into his face. He bit down on his lower lip and closed his eyes hard, his nerves responding to the pain deep within him. Bo hissed and leaned down biting the side of Salvation's face, and sucking on the side of his jaw until it turned purple and left a vile mark. He did it to him again but higher up, almost making it look as if the Angel had be struck in the face with a blunt object. Bo Mel refused to let up, and released Salvation's throat to grab onto his shoulders. He was a bit shorter that the Angel, but it didn't matter. He used his force to pull him down, so that he could arch into him harder and farther again. Salvation hissed and raked him across the face, tearing out some of Bo's hair as he connected the blow. Mel hissed and yelled out in a rage, his right hand covering his right eye, which was now bleeding. Sal snarled and hissed, looking up at the spiky haired male atop him. Bo Mel slowly removed his hand, and looked at it, his fingers covered in the blood from his eye. Mel snapped from the rage and tore off one of his many bright blue ribbons. He used them to tie Sal's hands together, then used his weight to hold down his hands, Bo's hands over Sal's wrists. Salvation hissed and his eyes glowed a bright red, his anger and rage building. He began to feel high from the pain, the rage, and the sense of euphoria, his entire body tensing with every breath he seemed to take.

Bo Melly warned the Angel, that if he didn't behave he was going to get gagged in addition to being tied up. Salvation told him to bring it on, but they both knew neither of them were in the condition to attempt that. Plus, Bo really did enjoy the Angelic's fierce cries as he thrust harder into him, tearing him up and making him bleed. The blood alone made it easier for Bo to force himself into the Angel, who panted and howled beneath him. He watched Salvation gasp and cringe, trying to hold in the release that he soon would have no control over. Bo smirked and narrowed his eyes at the creature, then grabbed some of his long hair. Sal used that chance to reach over Mel, putting his bound wrists over Bo's head, so that he was almost holding him. Sal's eyes glowed as he panted harder, his chest heaving as he moaned and whined for Bo to kiss him. Bo grinned evilly, high and intoxicated with the anthrax seeping into his flesh. He could feel the Angel tighten around him, causing him to let out a slight groan, then he growled in reaction to the uncontrollable moaning. Salvation proceeded to writhe beneath him, pulling him down, his wrists tightly wound and turning red from the lacerations of the ribbons. Bo peered into the Angel's eyes, pinning him to the ground for a moment. He reached around with both arms, so that either of his hands were at Sal's shoulders. He pushed himself into Sal again, slower, and then suddenly harder than before. The Angel opened his mouth and gasped, turning his head way as he moaned and arched from the euphoric feeling inside him.

Bo gripped Sal's shoulders, wincing as he hurt his own shoulder in the process. Panting, he shrugged off the feeling of pain, and then pressed his lips, which were cut open from Sal's claws - to the side of his Angel's face. Salvation cringed at the feeling, and Bo responded with the arch of his back, pushing into the creature below him. Salvation almost couldn't take it any longer, the sense of pain and pleasure was almost too much for him to take in. His back was burning from the dirt lot beneath him, Bo's consistent rocking, tearing his shirt, and his flesh open. The Angel howled and pulled Bo closer to him, kissing him and whining, begging Bo to give it to him even harder. He became feisty and out of control, the feeling rushing through him as he kissed the spiky-haired Wolf atop him. Bo gently took the Angel's face into his hands and kissed him back, almost affectionately while screwing the life out of him. Sal whined and tugged on Mel's hair lightly, he was almost to his breaking point and couldn't keep it together. Bo continued to kiss the Angel with passion, bringing him closer to him, while still being hazardously rough with him inside. The Angelic moaned loudly as he kissed his Wolf, almost ashamed that he was going to climax. Bo ignored him, determined to force him to do so anyways, fucking him deeper, rubbing the inside of him, causing himself to become lost in the feeling of that and the burning anthrax.

The Angel tightened up his muscles, still covered in blood. He sighed deeply as he came hard between them, his wings naturally forced out at either side of them as he laid there in the dirt. In response to the tensing and the tight grasp around Bo, the boy with the spiky hair arched much further into Salvation, and climaxed just as hard into him, howling weakly from exhaustion. He peered down at Sal after he opened his eyes again, feeling blood drip down from his right eye. He bowed his head, his speared-out hair pointed in all directions. Bo let Sal slide his bound wrists back over his head, then watched Salvation bring his hands to his chest, almost prayer like, but more because he was tied up. He was flush in the face, his pale flesh telling the tail of their love, whereas with Bo, other than the huffing and Wolf-like panting, no one could tell. Bo leaned down and gently pressed his lips to the side of the Angel's face, Sal hissing for a moment then just letting him.

Smirking, the drug addict leaned up and then proceeded to free the creature from his binding, then pulled himself out of the Angel slowly. Salvation gasped and bared his fangs, then laid back against the dirt ground and just stared into the skies above. Coated in blood, the two of them got their shit together, got dressed properly, and then patched up their many wounds. Bo leaped onto Salvation's back a while after, then forced the Angelic to fly injured, back to the Castle of Oblivion where they belonged. Their training was more than done for the day.

Fandom: VIRALSHIPPING

Pairing: The Sinner x Chris



Story:
For a time, the Sinner had been one of the most evil beings to have ever been alive. To him, there were just no limits - to how truly evil one could have been to another. And lately, Melvin had become mentally weak, stressed, and easily devoured by the darkness. The Viral being that was the Sinner, had found his way out, blood-thirsty, and determined to make someone suffer. Halting to no one other than the Goddess of Oblivion (who was surely out for the day), the Sinner would leave a path of destruction in his wake. He had left Oblivion wistfully, blasting through the clouds, his heart racing as he did so. The air seemed to give him an intoxicating high, as he had not been out in quite a time. His massive black wings stretched out boldly as he made his way away from the Castle, taking to the village. He pondered destruction for about half a second - and then obliteration truly became imminent. The Sinner of Shadows, began to hurl powerful shadow-fire from the skies above, taking out houses and people that minded themselves below. A truly evil fiend, was this creature in the air. Everywhere people began to flee, running out into the forests just outside of Blu's Kingdom. The Sinner did not stop for anyone. What had gotten into Melvin no one knew, but it was obvious that it had been something severe enough to have caused this vile outburst.

For about twenty minutes, the Sinner had the time of his fucking life - just destroying shit. No one dared to fight him, they just ran, and hid wherever possible, hoping to the Godz that their Queen would sense their destruction, and put the Sinner to a halt. Unfortunately for them, and for another individual about to show up, that wasn't going to be the case. Nope, not today.

From behind the Tyrant King, came the sounds of beating wings. Before he could really turn around in the air however - he was slammed into, and began to fall towards the earth. Immediately the Sinner recognized Salvation, Chris's Angelic side, that was but as powerful as he was. The Angel slammed through the roof of a house, his arms around the Sinner - taking him with. The house was lain flat in a matter of moments, thankfully, no one had been inside. Seconds later the two of them were in a violent fight, Salvation trying to snap Melvin out of his "daze" - so that the Sinner would fuck off and go back into his slumber of sorts. Salvation's long claws slashed at the Sinner, ripping his shadowy flesh, and burning him since his hands had clearly been dipped in Angelic Dust. It hurt Salvation too, but not as much as it did the Sinner. Hissing defiantly, the Sinner used his massive tail to wrap itself around Salvation's waist, and then throw him through a house across the little street from where they were. The Angel with the long wings spiraled upwards and blasted out from the house's roof a moment later, screaming for Melvin to gain control of himself again. Becoming more and more irate, the Sinner caught the Angel that slammed into him again, and then clamped his massive claws down and around Salvation's throat.

Salvation hissed, and howled, slashed and fought the Sinner, but the Sinner only held the creature at arm's length, using his crushing force to keep him from getting away. Salvation's wings began to loose their navy-colored tint, and his red eyes slowly became that glassy blue. He was abandoning his side, and allowing Chris to come out, thinking that the Sinner would be confused and accidentally let them go. But the Sinner was more than accustomed to the Angel's tactics. He waited until Chris was completely out, and then threw him to the ground, the kid's body weak from just having been almost suffocated. The Sinner waited for Salvation to come back, but strangely, he hadn't. Chris looked up to see the Sinner and brought his knees to his chest as he laid there, shaking and afraid. He folded his large silvery wings around himself, hoping that the Sinner would just leave him where he was at. But it was the Sinner! And he would surely not just let someone get away with ripping his chest open. Other side or not. And though Melvin was now consciously pleading with the Sinner - he was powerless to keep him from harming his boy. Bo (Melvin's crazy ribbon-obsessive side) seemed to just laugh, and watch the craziness, shoving Melvin aside even further.

The Sinner tilted his head to the side, and cracked his neck. It made a loud sound, a sickening sound at that. His rage-white eyes glowed - burning with the purest flames of Hell. He reached up and scratched his shadowed head, the shadows parting, so that his face (which looked more like Melvin) was revealed. Chris moved one of his wings, and asked if it were Melvin, but the Sinner only tossed his head back in a sadistic laughter. He peered down at the creature, viewing him as low, and pathetic. His long tongue slid out of his mouth, and flicked between his two large fangs. Licking over them, he reached down and grabbed the kid's left wing, and shoved it to the side so that he could see Chris's face - which was hidden beneath his arms.

Melvin the Sinner was a creature of the most devious accord. His long black tail curled around and writhed, slowly, and perfectly. It was a weapon used in warfare, and for other sadistic purposes better left for the speaking of later. The tail was as smooth as snakeskin, scaly like it too. It was thick, and made of very strong muscles, that could preform the crushing force of the largest of snakes. It writhed on like it had a mind of it's own (perhaps it did), and flexed accordingly. Towards the end of the tail, just about a foot or so before the speared-tip that it ended in - was a tightly-closed fin. It was basically like a miniature dragon's wing, connected to the tail for reasons most didn't know of. When unfurled it could be used to deflect attacks from enemies, as it was thick and leathery in contrast to it's easy-tare look. The inside of the fin (the skin) was a deep purple in color. Onto the tip of the tail, which was shaped like a harpoon's end, was a thin black skin-coating. If the fin, were to stretch out in defense, or if Melvin were to become aroused (with the tail present obviously), the spear-tip would begin to secrete toxins. These toxins were so deadly, that anyone subjected to them, would die within a day or so.

However, if someone with a sturdy immune system were to come along (and consistently receive the Sinner's Plague, the toxins) and adapt their bodies a bit, they could live on as a parasite to the Host (the Sinner in this case). It was rather rare for anyone to do so, but thankfully for Chris's sake, Salvation had became a parasite to Melvin the Sinner prior to this encounter, so he would live. Most likely. Even with continuing to inject himself with the Plague, the Sinner would only have to overload the Angelic with it, or shove his tail through his chest - to kill him with it. It would truly be Chris's lucky day, if he didn't die...

The Sinner crouched down before the cowering Angel, who was trembling and crying in fear. The Viral Fiend reached out and grabbed his long silvery hair, running his fingers through it roughly. Chris's deep blue eyes opened wide, and tears fell from them as he tried to breathe and calm himself. The Sinner ran a claw down the kid's face, scratching into his flesh, and leaving a cut. Chris winced and begged the Sinner not to hurt him, but the Sinner cared not for the creature before him. He grabbed the kid by the throat, making him sit on his knees before the Tyrant that hid behind the Queen of Oblivion. Chris wrapped his arms around himself, looking at the ground, his wings loosing feathers from his body going into a severe stress. The Sinner could feel the Angel tremble, just by touching the side of his face. To say the least, he was very much enjoying seeing the boy in a deep fear. He gripped the kid's lower jaw, and stared into Chris's eyes with his solid white ones. Using his left hand, he gripped the boy by the hair, holding his head tight in place. Chris cried and begged Melvin to come out and save him, but the Sinner would not allow this. Not a fucking chance. Instead, he curled his tail around his body, and pointed it at the boy.

Chris and Salvation knew more than enough about the Sinner's tail. It was the most powerful and threatening thing about the Tyrant, but it was also his biggest weakness. If Chris were to somehow manage to get a hold of Melvin's fin (the wing attached to his tail basically), and stroke it "incorrectly" (so's NOT to arouse him), he could actually paralyze the Sinner and cause him to fall over, unable to move for several minutes. Unfortunately for Chris, Salvation wasn't about to come out and do that, and he was much to afraid of the Sinner, to attempt anything with him. He only closed his eyes, and then a moment later, winced, feeling the Sinner's long tongue, licking the side of his face roughly. He shivered, and the Sinner whispered into his ear, for him to open his mouth and not fight, lest he want to get killed. The Sinner licked the tears that fell from Chris's right eye, off of his prey's face, and then told him again, to open his mouth. Chris whined and begged the Sinner not to kill him, but the Sinner only pushed his right thumb's claw into the boy's mouth, pressing down on Chris's tongue, to make sure that he wouldn't turn away. His tail stiffened, the Angel's tongue pressed against his claw, giving him a slightly sensual feeling.

The Tyrant hissed and watched the Angel close his eyes, as he guided his tail into the kid's mouth. He whispered deviance into his ear, and told the Angel, that if he didn't properly address his tail, that 6-inch nail-like spears would fire out in all directions, into Chris's mouth, and probably pierce into the roof of his mouth, and skewer his tongue. Chris kept his eyes closed, and did what he was told, he really didn't feel like getting stabbed in the mouth. Thing was, he had no idea what the fuck the Sinner wanted him to do. The black ooze that leaked from his tail burned the Angel's tongue, the toxic spores seeping out onto his tongue and flowing through his bloodstream. The Sinner's Plague began to drain into his mouth, and he gagged from the horrid taste (it tasted like drinking a ballpoint pen's ink). The Sinner's fin spread out and then folded itself, as the Tyrant shoved his tail deeper into the kid's mouth. Chris jerked backwards, and then a moment later -

He started screaming. And bleeding. A-fucking-lot.

The moment that Chris had jerked his head backwards, attempting to save himself from choking, the Sinner's tail had stiffened, and the spears had erected through the tip, flaring out in all directions and plunging about 3 inches into Chris's mouth. The Angel screamed horribly, feeling an unimaginable pain in his face. He cried and closed his eyes hard, freezing and pulling his own hair, afraid that the tail would tare open his face if he moved. He was right to have sat still, though he screamed to horridly, the scream sounded like it should have came more from a harpy than an Angelic. Tears fell from his eyes as the Sinner held the kid's face still. Chris's tongue bled so much, that it was just pouring from his mouth, along with some of the black ooze that was still coming from the tail. The Sinner gently pressed his face to the side of Chris's, almost as if he were kissing him. Strange, from such an evil being, but perhaps Melvin had just been trying to show him that he still cared. The Sinner then whispered for the Angel to sit very, very still - which wasn't hard since he was scared stiff. The Tyrant withdrew the spears, and then pulled the spear out of Chris's mouth, his tail twisting itself tightly, showing that the Sinner was deeply aroused by the high sensations of pleasure. Chris coughed and leaned over to throw up, the blackness from the tail, and his own blood, coming up all over the dirt ground beneath him.

It was rather clear why Salvation had not come back out. He had sensed that the Tyrant was in heat, or something of the sort. That, and he'd rather his weaker side be harmed and suffer, than himself. Salvation never really liked Chris, and was constantly trying to kill him in his sleep anyhow. Chris cried hard, choking from the blood, and shaking from the pain that now throbbed in his mouth. He was rather lucky, his tongue had not been pierced in the dangerous area, that could have caused him to bleed out and possibly die. The mouth has the most blood in the body, surely the Sinner had known that, and just thought this all to be a joke. The Tyrant King grabbed the boy, and cradled him in his arms, rocking him as he coughed and screamed in pain. The Angel's wings continued to loose feathers, he was going into shock, which only made the Tyrant laugh.

The Sinner kept the creature firmly in his right arm, the massive wings of the boy just laying there over his arm, in either direction, weak, and molting. Using his left claw, the Sinner proceeded to shred open the boy's shirt, leaving wretched gashes in his chest as he did so. Chris covered his eyes, crying from the constant pain that seemed to ravage his body. He was shaking, and it only became worse, as the Tyrant's long claws went farther down towards his abdomen, and eventually into his pants. He swallowed and then coughed again, feeling the roof of his mouth bleed everywhere. The blood was constant, and just dripping out of his mouth the entire time. He felt the Shadow Fiend pull his pants down, so that they were at his knees, and immediately buried his face in his own arms. The Tyrant hissed and laughed, pulling the creature close to him, as he sat there on the dirt, his large talons ground into it. The Angel cried and laid on his side turning towards the Sinner, so that he could bury he face in his chest. He cried and begged the Sinner to stop harming him, and only cried harder, when he got the response of Melvin's large claws ripping into his wings, and then down his back. Chris covered his eyes and howled, keeping his legs together as he laid there in the Tyrant's lap.

Melvin's tail was the most putrid thing on the face of the region where they lived. It was meant to do things, that no one would have assumed it could be used for. Be it internal violation, pollution, or the transfer of the Curse in any way, or be it for the use of murder, the tail was pure evil. Nothing and no one would be able to save the battered Angel that lay at the mercy of this horrid Plague Bearer. Somewhere inside of Melvin, the Original shed a tear for his boy, he had not wished this to happen to him of course. He forced himself to come out - sheer will and determination with the added force of strong emotions. The entire right side of Melvin melted into the Original Melvin, even the right wing, turned from leathery flesh, to a large black, and heavily-feathered wing. It was as though Melvin (the Original, Chris's Keeper), and the Sinner, were both out at the same time. The Sinner however, was still more than half-way out, still in full control of that tail and Melvin's left side. They looked as though they were split in half - the non-shadowed side being Chris's Melvin anyway. He pulled the Angel closer, and spoke to him softly, telling him that he couldn't do much more than hold him tight.

Chris reached up and rested his arm against the massive Sinner's stomach. He ran his fingers slowly down the side that was the Original Melvin's - the difference being that the left side, was pitch black shadowy flesh (the Sinner's). He cried, softly, closing his eyes, and sniffling. He felt the Original hold him, and for a moment, he felt safe. But that moment would not last, because the Sinner was about to be truly evil. He watched himself as it happened. Well, the Tyrant watched his tail, that seemed to just find it's way nearest the Angel again. He shoved the spear-tip, which dripped profusely with the black ooze (and had the consistency of ink), into the Angel, causing him to cry out again. He watched as the helpless creature's wings snapped outwards, causing Chris to jerk forwards as the spear went deeper into him. The boy wrapped his arms around the body of the Fiend and his mate, and begged them to stop hurting him. The Original Melvin attempted to quarrel with the Sinner, but the Sinner was stronger, and would get what he desired. He pulled the tail back for a moment, then stuffed the Angel with it harder, making him cry and dig his nails into the Tyrant's sides. The wings of the Melvins folded around them both, as the Tyrant's fin flared out in enjoyment. The Angel continued to grip them hard, telling himself that it would end eventually.

The Sinner's tail was a larger pleasure sensor than the organ actually made for that job. Not to say that that wasn't aroused either, but it just didn't get the point across the way that the tail did. Shadow Fiends surely worked much differently than that of human creatures. He continued to screw the Angel with his tail, feeling the flesh tight around the tip of his tail, though it began to tare the harder he stuffed him with it. Melvin could only hold the tortured creature, that eventually just panted deeply as he laid there with his eyes closed tightly. Eventually, he began to hurl, throwing up black shadowy ooze, due to the Sinner basically loading him with it. The boy choked and tensed up, his eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot from the lack of oxygen getting to his brain. He would surely pass out if it continued for any longer. He cried for Melvin to stop, he pleaded, and kept saying that he felt ill, but the Tyrant hadn't a care in the world for the Angel, or the one who was paired with him inside of his shared mind. It was at about this point, that even Bo Melly (Melvin's insane ribbon-obsessor side) had stopped watching.

The Sinner's tail pushed into the boy harder, causing him to rub up against Chris's nerves, to the point where he was temporarily paralyzed himself. He laid there limply, panting hard, and with almost dead eyes. He could feel the tail flex almost, inside of him, as blood and ooze free-flowed from his mouth. He coughed slightly, unable to move. He laid there sadly, and then closed his eyes. What happened next was just... unimaginable. Pain-wise, and psycho-fuck-freak-wise.

Getting off was rather different to a Shadow Fiend with a Viral Tail. The Tyrant opened his maw, and breathed in deeply. Both of the Melvins' eyes went into that sheet-white mode, and their tongue fell from their mouth and hung there as they panted. His tail's fin stiffened hard, and soon the entire tail became that way. Chris continued to lay there, unable to even arch his back from the violation inside of him. His eyes were closed, and he appeared to be sleeping. Wouldn't matter, because after Melvin's tail was fully stiff, the black ooze dripped out faster, and well - the massive spears fired outwards - into Chris.

The kid's eyes snapped open - and one of them turned red. Half of his hair went navy blue, along with the wing on that side. The pain he had just felt, had been enough to send him into a coma - so Salvation awakened so share in it, to ensure that they lived. The scream from them was beyond that of horrifying. As their wings flared out in reaction to the shooting agony, their eyes glowed and their body shut down completely. The Tyrant watched the Angel with two inside of him wail, the scream so vile - even to his ears. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth, his chest heaving hard. Chris's body had gone almost completely numb from shock, so he allowed the spears to be sucked back into his tail's tip, and then withdrew the tail from the boy. After that, the Sinner melted back into nothingness, taking his formation with him - and leaving Melvin (the Original) to deal with the Angel that couldn't move. Obviously Melvin began to panic, cursing himself for having ever existed. The only thing that stopped him from doing anything brash, was the hand that barely reached out just to touch his. Hissing at himself, Melvin's blazing blue eyes found his Angel's, and he lifted the poor creature into his arms and spread his wings. Holding Chris in his arms as the boy bled everywhere, he bolted back to Oblivion's Castle, and smashed through a window just to get inside.

Since both Chris and Salvation were out, and going into catastrophic shock, the only thing that Melvin could really do to stop this, was inject them with a shot of adrenaline, and then a fuck ton of morphine. He laid the Angel down in his bed, and immediately destroyed the room until he found enough things to sew them up with, and heal them with. It was safe to say, that Melvin hated himself more than the 9 Rings of Hell hated him, but there was no time for that. He now had a life to save.

Fandom: ORIGINSHIPPING

Pairing: The Original Melvin x The Original Salvation



Story: A million or so years into the Past...
Picture a boy, a little under 6 feet tall, with standing bluish hair. Picture him with paled flesh, deep blue eyes, and strangely pointed ears. Fangs, long claws, and a beautiful set of feathered black wings. Picture him standing in front of a large black Throne, atop a massive Ziggeraut (old stone temple), a Kingdom before him, bustling on about. Picture this angelic-looking creature standing there proudly, boldly, but somewhat reservedly, watching the people down below. Also, picture a tall onyx crown atop his head, which was tilted slightly to compensate for his strange hair. He appeared to be no older than seventeen, but he was really a few thousand years in age.

This is the story of how the Original Melvin, came to meet up with the Original Salvation.

Most people don't know it - but Melvin wasn't always pure fucking evil. Nope - in fact, even though he was born and raised in Hell, and a very young King to Old Oblivion, he was actually fairly... respectable. He was young, curious, and always lingering about his city. He never destroyed things, didn't kill people for no reason - and didn't force his Kingdom into war without explanation. Though he were young, he was smart, and surely more stable than what he is in the present time, some million years later. He ran his Kingdom without a Queen, and without parents to guide him. He was a strong and powerful Leader, and revered among the Godz themselves. Melvin was oblivious to the Evil Godz' plans though, and he would suffer greatly in the end, for some things in exchange. But for now, he stood there proudly, unchanged, until the moment presented itself. And it would. Only a moment later.

From the skies above descended an Angel, with the power of a lesser God. He landed before the King of Old Oblivion, his massive bluish wings, and long flowing blue hair, looking radiant in the invisible wind that was merely his own aura. His eyes were a blood-colored red, and his face was pale, and perfect. His long robes seemed to shift and move as he stood there, just staring at the youthful King. He wasn't just an Angel, he was the First Summoner to step into existence, with the help of Time and Abbaddon (the Dragon Godz of Heaven, and Hell, that maintained Balance). He was taller than the King, and just emanated his radiance and perfection just standing there. Melvin had never seen such a creature, and as he looked past the being to the skies above, he was able to trace a broken line of light, that trailed where the being had come from. The light faded slowly, Melvin's deep blue eyes following it, until he found himself at eye-level with this Angel. He listened to him, as the Angel began to speak. His words were smooth, and soothing, but strangely devious. He wished for the King to leave his Kingdom, and go on, to the Heavens above.

But Melvin did not wish to go to the Heavens. He was proud of where he came from, his Pride always getting the best of him. It was one of his most favorite of Sins, and he wore it proudly. The Angel gazed upon him with disdain. How could such a creature deny an offering to the Heavens? Salvation properly introduced himself, and then spoke again, telling the King that this was his one chance to get into Heaven. But the King only shook his head, saying that he refused to leave his home. So the Angel told him that he would make certain that his homeland would be destroyed, and that his Kingdom's land would wither and dissolve into nothingness. The King would see this as a challenge, and instead of 'dying' and returning to the land of the other winged beings, he would refuse, and challenge the Angel to his threat. Unfortunately, the Angel would carry out his words. And with light beams coming from the skies above, Salvation would destroy, and burn - Melvin's entire Kingdom - to the ground... in under 5 minutes. The young King would fall to his knees in defeat, and his crown would shatter, leaking out Death Energy, that would seep into his heart.

It was in this moment, that Melvin would have taken his first step into the Eternal Frame of Darkness.

With every ounce of rage, pain, and anguish that he felt, Melvin would get up, and grab the Angel by the throat, and demand that he reverse the Curse laid upon his Kingdom, and stop the light from destroying them. But the Angel would only laugh, and insist...that Melvin completed his change into pure Evil. Such balance was needed, to maintain the worlds, and Melvin was a fitting character, for this plan that even surpassed the Angel, Salvation. One Kingdom being destroyed, barely even put a dent in things, merely a casualty of the greater good, the greater cause that was to be full filled - the great fate that the Godz had demanded always. It was in the wake of this destruction, and in he transformation that would take place inside the youthful King, that would eventually bring a Balance upon all the worlds. And that, was what Salvation's true purpose was in that moment in time.

In return for Salvation's Sins (though the Godz demanded such), a million years from this day, Salvation would break, and a new entity would be born (later known as Christopher). The Godz wouldn't be able to plan it all, nor would they be able to factor in the obsession that would come with Salvation's destruction, but it would be enough for the Balance.

It was always, about the Balance. Nothing else fucking mattered to those Godz, other than this... Balance.

In order to build someone up, you must break them down. You must destroy them, and everything that they are, to open up a passage, a new way to grow, mature and evolve. You must first take away everything that person has, and you must cause them grave pain, to allow for the ultimate transformation in Evil. Salvation knew this, and when he slapped away the youthful Melvin's hand, that moment was about to present itself. He would grasp the kid by the neck, lift him off his feet, staring into his deep blue eyes. It was in this moment, that the Angel would softly tell him his plan, and it was in this moment, that a fight would break out between the two beings, that stood before a burning Kingdom. Everything was aflame, and ash filled the skies above for miles. They would take to those skies, firing rays of black and white energy at each other - hitting each other, and tearing each other down, Salvation always faster. Stronger. More fearless, and more powerful. There was nothing that Melvin could do to elude his attacks, and when he slammed into the top of his temple, he would know defeat. But never again. He would vow, that he would never lose again after that. Little did he know, he was about to loose again.

A set of eyes would slowly slide open. A cough would be heard, and a then a groan. Searing pain would enter the victim's head, as he slowly came to, and realized that he was laying on the stone grounding of his Quarters, in his temple. Melvin would grit his teeth, hissing outwards loudly, the pain now in his chest as well as his head and ribs. He was injured, weak, and pathetically vulnerable. Melvin would learn what it meant to be vulnerable for the first time, and he would learn what it was like, to have a WOLF control him. The spiky haired King lifted his head, and sighed in agony. He felt the presence of that Angel behind him, there was no mistaking that radiant energy that just pulsed from those wings of his. He would hear a voice, faint to his pointed ears, due to the fact they had blood in them.

Salvation lifted the creature up, and threw him onto his silk bed, that had blood-red sheets atop them. It was Melvin's bed, where the King often laid wide awake, trying to decipher visions he received from the Sun God. It was the place where he slept, where he tossed and turned, and where he relived his worst nightmares. Melvin opened his eyes again, coughing, blood dripping from his lower lip. He wiped his mouth and turned to see the Angel just sitting there on the bed. All regal and beautiful and shit, just playing with that strangely glowing blue hair. Melvin sat up, and looked upon the Angel, who had nothing more than a few scratches on him. Whilst Melvin, was bleeding, scraped up and sliced up bad, from Salvation's light energy hitting him multiple times. He looked at the Angel, watching him closely now. How was such a being so powerful? Melvin had to know. He asked the Angel why he had come only to bring horror and pain to this King, and the Angel only looked at him with flashing red eyes. Those... those eyes.....

Melvin couldn't look away from those eyes. For reasons he had yet to understand. They glowed so brightly, it was if that was all Melvin saw - was red. Just those strange, devious, glowing eyes. Salvation was using one of his most familiar abilities to control the young boy, to get him to do as he wished. Sal gestured towards Melvin without words, and Melvin hissed, and tried to look away. But Salvation's eyes glowed brighter, and soon Melvin's eyes picked up the red hue. He was now fully under the Angelic's guise, without remorse. He asked the Angel why he was doing this, but he would get no answer. Salvation's wicked smile would only deepen as the boy crawled over to him, and sat up facing him, his eyes half open, hazed over - and completely locked in this powerful daze. Salvation studied the boy, looking at the fangs and claws that he had. Looking at the large feathery black wings that sat perfectly behind him, connected to his back with the strongest of bones in the young King's body. Salvation had claws himself, and fangs, but they remained hidden most of the time. He rarely spoke, and never presented his hands unless needed for attack.

Salvation smirked and kept the glow in his eyes unrelenting and powerful. He gently reached out with his pale clawed hands and touched the King's face, pulling him closer. The King's eyes made a slight movement, he appeared confused, and defenseless. Melvin watched Sal's raging eyes, they seemed to just pull him closer, and closer to the Angelic being. Before he knew it, their lips were touching. Melvin snapped his eyes shut, and gasped, pulling away. He turned his head, but was only stopped when Sal's claw caught the side of his face, and turned his head towards him again. The King looked at him worriedly, never before had he so much as touched another. He had ruled all alone since he was birthed and later abandoned by his own parents. The Angel pulled him closer again, and this time he only closed his eyes slowly, feeling the Angel press his warm lips to his. Melvin sort of whined, unsure if he wanted any of this to occur in the first place. But the Angel wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, and grasped onto Melvin's hair and kissed him harder, pushing his tongue into the kid's mouth and finding his. Salvation made a strange sound, it almost sounded somewhere between a shriek and a moan, as he kissed, what would become, his own Tyrant King.

Salvation had already seen the Future. He knew what would happen in that moment. Whether or not he would remember it all, he did not know, but he knew he was more than able to put a twist to things. As he kissed the King, he bit down on Mel's tongue, forcing him to open his eyes in a bit of shock. He opened his eyes to those glowing red ones, his glowing red in response, in the extreme representation of total control. The Angel removed the King's black shirt, unbuttoning it, and then just slipping it off with his smooth hands. The King remained sitting there, still kissing what would become his Angel for the rest of time. The Angel would demand him to do the same, and before Melvin could even say no, he had the Angel's pale body pressed to his as they kissed.

The Angel of such power would turn different fast, going from being so passionate, so such a darker being. He would take the virgin King in his grasp, and pin him down, the King's eyes still dead and filled with the color of red. He would turn his spiky-haired head for a moment, before the Angel had him by the hair, grabbing onto it hard, as he climbed onto the King of Old Oblivion. Salvation would hold Melvin to the bed, guiding himself into the youthful King, who would gasp an cry out in agony. As soon as he had his power partially into the vulnerable Tyrant, he would roughly go into him harder, causing Melvin so grab onto the bed sheets, burying his face into the bed in pain. The Angel grabbed onto the large wings of Melvin's, more for leverage and control than anything. The Angel that was Salvation, then forced himself into the boy, tearing his flesh from inside, causing Melvin to gasp and howl in pain. Salvation loved the sound of his voice as he tiredly begged for him to stop. Just hearing that it was painful seemed to arouse him even further, causing the King to heave and gasp for his breath. Salvation had waited for the moment to loose his own innocence for so long, because innocent he never truly was anyhow.

Melvin's wings flared out in objection to the intrusion, and the agony. As Salvation leaned down and whispered to the suffering King, he told him that he would claim him for all of existence, and that the King would never truly be free from his grasp. Melvin responded with a vile hiss, which was stopped when Salvation leaned down further, biting down on the Tyrant King's throat. His long fangs would violate the boy's throat, the same way he violated the King from behind. He arched forwards and pushed into the kid harder, moaning as he bit down on him. Panting, Melvin told himself that it would stop eventually, and closed his glowing eyes, in hopes that it would somehow ease the pain. Salvation was relentless, biting him, and scratching his back with his long talons as he railed the King hard. The King groaned in misery and allowed his long tongue to hang from his fanged mouth. He panted and gritted his teeth together, gripping the bed so hard his claws ripped holes into the sheets. Slowly his body adjusted to the agony, and after a while, he wasn't suffering as much. Salvation seemed pleased with this, and continued, going into the King deeper, and at times, being more gentle with him. He even scratched the top of Mel's head, almost lovingly. But then he would grab onto the King's hair roughly, and randomly, to remind him just who was in control.

The Angel flared out his long wings, they were obscenely large, which was more than just a representation of power. He was of a rare breed, one that was of the Highest of Angels, and of the strongest. He flexed and stretched them, as he moved in and out of the young King, who only winced and almost yipped from the feeling. He found his way further into the poor King, whose crown had shattered into a million pieces and allowed energy to pollute his soul. With the pain that Melvin felt, the Deep Magic from the crown had already started to work, and it would slowly create a real Tyrant with more than enough for the worlds to fear for eons to come. And each time the Angel's roughness occurred, that blackness slowly fed its way, deep into Melvin's weakened heart.

Melvin felt a strange searing pain deep inside him, and gasped from the sudden fury. He laid there almost weakly, feeling as if something had found its way into him. Never mind the Angel that still steadily fucked him, he felt an additional pain, deep into his chest. He could feel the being of supposed Light, grip his hips, forcing his way deeper and deeper into him each time he moved. The King panted weakly, and closed his eyes, whining and and covering his face, burying his head into the bedding again. Salvation laughed and grabbed his hair harder, forcing him to look up, and cry out again. His black wings rubbed up against the wings of Salvation's - which were coated in a natural toxin called Angelic Dust. Each time this happened, Melvin's wings burned, causing him to be in shocking agony. Eventually the toxin got beneath his feathers, and paralyzed his massive wings, weighing down on him so he was less able to move. He gasped and breathed harder, the pain in his chest growing. He reached up with his right hand, and put it over his heart, his eyes wide with red. He turned to the Angel and pleaded with him begging him to stop, but Salvation only laughed and continued to fuck him. Harder even. The King whimpered, feeling strangely sick, and soon, he gagged, and a strange thick ooze, dripped from his mouth, onto the bed.

Salvation winced, unable to fight the feeling for much longer. He flexed his wings and flared them outwards behind him, then folded them just a bit. He violently pushed into the King beneath him, his red eyes watching as the kid winced and gritted his teeth. He released his Angelic wrath into the King, his wings glowing, along with his long, long hair. Melvin coughed and bit down on his lip, tears uncontrollably dripping from his eyes as he shivered from the pain. The Angel pulled out of him and he gasped, unaware that the black ooze had leaked out beneath him as well. Melvin laid there choking for a while, the blackness dripped out from his mouth, mixed with blood and saliva. The Angel ignored the King, retrieving his regal robes and then sitting beside him. Melvin laid there on the bed tiredly, bleeding, for more than one reason. He looked up at the powerful being that only sat there fingering his hair again, his deep blue eyes observing him as he did so. Salvation never took his eyes off his glowing hair as he spoke to the King, who regained movement in his wings, enough to sit up again. He looked down at the mess beneath him, and his eyes went wide. Salvation only explained that it was part of the 'process' - which would make Melvin into a true force to be reckoned with in time.

The King pulled his shredded pants back on, and strangely crawled back over to the Angel. He felt a strange connection with the creature, that he couldn't explain. Though he had obliterated Melvin's entire Kingdom to the point where it was burning the entire time, fought this Angel, and was basically violated by him... he still ...he was young. And this was the first and only person he had been close to. Salvation would sit there with a smug grin on his face, watching the kid lay down in his lap on his bed. He would stroke the King's head deviously, knowing that his mission was far from a fail, and slowly - would be completed. Melvin would fall asleep in Salvation's lap. Worn out and infected with his own mess of darkness, destroyed by his own loss of grace, and encouraged by his own pain. Sal just helped him to get there. So really, everything that had brought him to this moment, was his own fault. Sal was just... doing his job?

The King would discover, when he woke up - that the Angel was gone. And had abandoned him. With this, Melvin would truly, become pure fucking Evil. Such is the way of things, no less. But Salvation would find him later.... Because history repeats itself. Every, single.... time.

Fandom: EVILNUMBERSHIPPING

Pairing: Mel x Chris



Story:
The Castle of Oblivion, was dark all around at night. Though torches lit up the insides, and though guards stood watch with burning flames, it was still rather eerie and deserted. All around were heavy blackish clouds, a result of the evil just emanating from the Castle itself. It was often said that the place was cursed, so that it simply became darker, when the Colored God, was nowhere to be found. Inside the Castle, late into the night hours, were two males. One with long, silver hair - and the other with speared, and glowing blue hair. The one with the blue hair, was the King of Oblivion, a Tyrannical being from the past, brought here by the God who owned the castle in its time. The Alpha King was currently wandering the halls, scoping the place out, as always. His silver-haired boy, was just down the way from where he was at, asleep, in his bed.

Melvin lingered the halls, doing his lazy rounds of the place like he always did. He wasn't paranoid, but he wasn't stupid either. Many a time had others come to assault the Castle, and without the God there for the time being, he would surely take no risks in screw-ups or intrusions. He remained in his humanoid form, standing tall, and with complete arrogance. He occasionally hissed at the guards as he walked past, each of them standing taller, and grasping onto their torches tighter as they stood there. There was surely no mistaking it, they knew what their King could become, and knew better than to piss him off. Each of them held their breath as Melvin walked by, and only relaxed when they were sure that he was gone and out of view. The Tyrant King would eventually make it to the end of the hall, he was upstairs, and only a single torch was just outside the door. Had he cared enough to look behind him, he might have noticed the creeping darkness that followed. But he cared not to do so. If anyone was bold enough to sneak up on the King, they'd best be bold enough to fight him, too.

Melvin stared at the torch to his right for a moment, then turned his spiky-haired head towards the wooden door before him. It was rounded off at the top, like most ancient castle doors. It was made of a reddish wood, and had a black knob and a matching black knocker at the center. He reached down and turned the knob, quietly of course. As the door slowly opened he was able to see light coming in from one of the large glass windows at the end of the room where the balcony was. The moonlight was glaring through, and Melvin traced the glare to the bed where his boy was sleeping. He walked into the room slowly, rubbing his right eye, then closed the door. He felt strange in his human form, he was more accustomed to almost slamming his tail in the door or something. His right hand reached up and fingered the silver tags, that glimmered in the moonlight as he walked over the plush carpeting. He made his way over to the boy's bed, and for a moment, just looked at him.

The boy with the silver hair was covered in white sheets, which only matched his white pajamas he wore. His long hair glowed and shimmered, which would generally have given away, the fact he were secretly an Angel. He had a pillow in his arms, and was curled up to it as he slept. He looked peaceful, and pale. Oh, so very pale. The Tyrant King's eyes - slowly began to glow. With the overwhelming glow from the moon, and the strange darkness that came with the castle, it was easy to slip into a darker state of mind. The more mysterious state... the more... lethal state. Though strangely, for the King, his mind was elsewhere still. The darkness for him, only seemed to enhance him and his deviance. Verses make him lash out or attack someone. It was as if he were so dark, that feeling the eternal darkness, only turned him on, with no other effect. For now at least. The Tyrant's tongue slide from his mouth, between his two large fangs. He panted for a moment, then crawled into bed with the sleeping boy. His strange eyes seemed to just haze over, the blue glow revealing nothing but pure lust in his thoughts.

Christopher sensed his Keeper, and moved the pillow from his arms. He shoved it away, and crawled over to Melvin, and put his arms around him as he slept. He rested his head on his Keeper's chest, his long silver hair falling in his face, and glowing ever so slightly in the lighting. The Tyrant Wolf grinned and looked down at the boy, watching him sleep so peacefully. He ran his clawed hand through his hair, and gently scratched the side of his head. His pointed ears curled ever so slightly, listening to the boy make sounds in his sleep from enjoying the feeling. The King growled and turned over on his side, putting his arm around the boy to keep him close. He leaned down and rubbed his head atop the boy's, growling and panting. Chris rubbed his eyes in his sleep, and smiled ever so slightly. Just the presence of his Keeper was enough to make him feel safe. He loved that about him, and pretty much worshiped him because of it. The King leaned down, his speared hair glowing slightly with different hues of blue. His lips lightly touched the boy's neck, as he held him close to his warm and solid frame. He gently bit down on Chris's neck, and began nuzzling him and the side of his face. The boy slowly opened his eyes, and Melvin's glowing blue ones, met Chris's deep blues. They were so beautiful, they was easy to get lost in.

The boy studied his Keeper closely, expecting him to be rough, or mean to him in some way. It was very well-known that Melvin was a power-trip, a King with a God Complex no less. But strangely, he didn't seem to be being rough at all. He closed his eyes as Melvin kissed the side of his face, Chris still tightly in his arms. The boy held his Keeper close, and gasped slightly from the strange feeling that came with the Tyrant's kindness. Melvin was a lot of things, but kind to another, other than his God, wasn't one of them. Although as of late, he had been in some rather disturbing situations, and with the God always busy, it was easy to suggest that he had become more accepting of the boy whom he kept tightly locked inside his Castle. The King pressed his lips to the boy's, and closed his glowing eyes almost fully. The bluish glimmer was still just barely seen, indicating that he was lost to wherever his mind had taken him. Christopher whined slightly, somewhat confused. He didn't know whether he should have been worried or concerned, since his Keeper was strangely treating him different. His mind began to spin and twist, and he became worried, for some reason, that Melvin was planning to leave him. Just the thought was enough to make his heart race, and before he could control it, he was hugging his King tightly, begging him not to leave.

The King sighed heavily, and brushed the hair from his boy's eyes. He wasn't planning on leaving him, but he was unfortunately (for him) filled with tons of... emotions. Emotions he would have generally expressed to his God, but couldn't because she was barely around anymore. He felt horrid inside, lost, and confused. Melvin wanted his God back, he was tired of her having to be so very far away from him. He reached out slowly and lifted his boy's face, and promised him he wouldn't leave him ever. It was a strange promise that Chris had never expected to hear, and his tear-filled eyes met his Keeper's slowly. Melvin smirked at looked at his mate, shaking his head slowly for a moment. He turned back to Chris with his raging eyes, and reached up to touch the side of his face. The boy's flesh was pale, and soft to the touch. For once he wasn't covered in fresh injuries, or heavily bruised from previous ones. He had been sick for the passing week or so, and Melvin had actually avoided harming him for once. Melvin's clawed hand brought the kid's face to his, and he kissed him again. This time pushing his long tongue into the boy's mouth, and kissing him harder. He felt the boy kiss him back, as he reached up to pull gently on his King's hair. The King growled as he kissed his lover, while slowly slipping off the boy's button-down shirt. He then laid him down in the bed, peering down into his eyes from a few inches away.

Chris smiled at his Keeper. His face was red, and felt warm to the touch, but due to the fact it was night time, no one would be able to tell. He looked up slowly, bringing his fingers nervously to his lower lip. His deep blue eyes gazed up at Melvin's studying the strange glow that took place in his King's eyes. It was a fascination, something that he absolutely loved about his King as well. The boy curiously watched as his Wolf pulled off his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted mate. Just over his heart, were the Dog Tags he always wore. Chris had a pair of them too, though they were currently hidden somewhere in that hair of his. He watched as his Alpha undid his pants, then continued to watch as his own were slid off. He remained silent still, just observing and never speaking, as he generally always had. He held his breath for a moment, watching the King look down upon him. Christopher closed his eyes, and covered his face with his hands, almost shamefully. He was afraid of his mate, and the pain that generally came with their together time, and he trembled as he felt his Wolf touch him.

Melvin licked his fangs, and leaned down over his mate once again. He nuzzled the side of his face, and snarled until Chris moved his hands. The watched as the boy nervously brought them to his chest, looking up worriedly at the powerful Tyrant atop him. The King kissed the boy's cheek somewhat forcefully, his breathing steady and deep. He whispered to his boy to breathe, and promised him that he wouldn't hurt him if he could help it. The King pushed the boy's legs apart, and brought his fingers to his mouth. His long fangs dripped with a thick saliva, which he licked off with his tongue. He put his fingers in his mouth for a moment, then reached down and pushed them into the boy. Chris closed his eyes and gasped, turning his head away from his King. It had been a while since they'd been so close, and the intrusion was somehow unfamiliar yet again. He bit down on his lip, writhing as the King felt him from inside. The Wolf growled lowly and enjoyed watching him grimace, as he steadily moved his fingers deeper inside of his boy. He slowly rubbed him from inside, watching the boy's back arch as he became stiff from the overwhelming pleasure. Growling again, the King with the speared hair reached further inside him, feeling the place of his lust. If he had had his tail for this moment, it would have writhed in it's own pleasure, stiffening like the rest of him. But, strangely, he kept his human form out still.

The King slowly guided himself into his lover, who moaned in agony. He twinged and winced in pain, feeling the Wolf push himself into him harder. The Tyrant leaned down, fully inside of his mate, and able to allow him to adjust to the agony that he was clearly in. He bit down on the side of Chris's throat, kissing him and licking him, offering him a distraction no less. The boy seemed to enjoy this, and turned his head to find his Keeper's lips. His hands found Mel's hair, and he brought him closer, kissing him harder as he winced. The King steadily moved in and out of the boy, growling and occasionally hissing as he made love to him. He began to feel strange, more in love with the boy that he had previously felt. He pushed the confusion from his mind, forcing himself to accept this, and continued to kiss his innocent Angelic, who moaned as he kissed the King back. As the King moved the boy arched upwards, allowing his King to force his way inside of him harder. The boy was quickly lost in the moment, taking it for what it was, and accepting that he might not get this feeling from his Keeper again. As he grasped onto Melvin's hair he gasped, and breathed deeply still kissing his Wolf. The Alpha atop him growled louder, the boy yanking his hair harder. Melvin's raging eyes glowed brighter, opening more to see that his boy's were closed tightly. He arched his back again and went into his mate hard, the boy breaking their kiss to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It would have appeared, that he was truly lost to the euphoria that spread between them.

It wasn't like such a being to be anything other than defiant, but Melvin cared not for anything by now. He wrapped his arms around his boy tightly, still allowing him to pull on his hair roughly. The Wolf continued to give it to his mate, harder, and faster now. He could feel the other male's body tightly pressed to his, though Chris's body was not as wretched as Mel's was. He was more beautiful than he was sturdy, and though he was visually male and carved like one, he was meek, and thinner than his dominant mate was. The Wolfish male's ears erected firmly, listening to the boy's moaning. Melvin reached up and found his hands, and lifted them over Chris's head. He locked fingers with the boy as he kissed his neck, fucking him harder, and making him cry out again. The Angelic male beneath him moaned louder, wincing and gasping. His long silvery hair was splayed out all over the bed, and continued to glimmer under the moonlight. The King watched the boy for a moment, enjoying the way he looked beneath him. His long tongue slid out of his mouth as he give it to him, panting harder now. He gripped his lover's hands tightly, pushing down on them as he moved, determined to finish what he had come in there for. Chris closed his eyes harder, the feeling beginning to well up inside of him. He moaned somewhat nervously, then felt his Wolf's face pressed to his. He felt the spiky hair brush up against his neck, and shuddered from the tickling, it only strengthening the feeling he fought to keep inside of him.

The Tyrant bit down harder on the boy's throat, holding him down in place now. He growled and continued to push himself into Chris, who got his hands free to hold his lover. Mel's clawed hands found the boy's head, grasping onto his long hair as he growled and huffed. He could feel the creature beneath him tense up, and knew that he was seconds from letting the euphoria take him. The King snarled playfully, sucking on the boy's throat, until he left a territorial marking on him, as if to say, that his boy belonged to no one else but him. Nuzzling the side of the kid's face, he felt Chris arch his back harder. The Wolf knew that he enjoyed it, and wanted more. He didn't have to say it, he felt it coming from him. He leaned back and sat up, reaching down to grab Chris's hips as he gave it to him. The Angelic boy laid there moaning, his hands at either side of him, grasping onto the sheets. His own eyes looked rather dead now, as he was lost to the feeling that his Keeper so deeply put into him. The King watched the boy's body tense, as he gasped to breathe. A moment later the King forced himself into his boy, rubbing inside of him right at the spot where he knew it would set the kid off. Chris titled his head back and cried out, louder. The Wolf watched as he came hard, immediately covering himself in part with one of the sheets. The Wolf laughed and shook his head, watching the boy blush and cover his face. Hissing inwards, the King continued to give it to him, until he could no longer hold it in. He released his fury into the long-haired male a second after, huffing and growling as his fangs revealed themselves again. Panting, he slowly pulled out of the boy, who brought his knees together.

The King shook his head violently, almost like a mutt trying to shake water from his body. He reached down and used the sheet to clean himself off, then did the same with the boy. After tossing it to the floor he crawled over to the kid, his tongue still refusing to stay in his damned mouth. The pale boy turned to face his King slowly, and crawled into his arms, pressing his head to his chest to catch his heart beating. His left hand reached up and found Melvin's Dog Tags, and he slowly played with them as he caught his breath. The Tyrant panted hard, then growled and kissed the top of the boy's head. He told him that he loved him, and that he would never let anything change that. He knew that this was what his God expected of him as well, but now he actually felt what she had wanted him to. Gently embracing the Angel boy, he wrapped them in a blanket, and held him until he fell asleep. If anyone had dared to walk in, they would see a very protective Wolf, and his Angel, sound asleep.

Fandom: EVILNUMBERSHIPPING

Pairing: Melvin x Chris



Story:
Asleep in his bed, was the Tyrannical Wolf himself. The one and only asshat of Oblivion, the biggest dick on the fucking planet, with the most lethal heart. Sleeping... rather peacefully. At least, for now anyways. All over his bed were sash sheets and a massive comforter, that was pushed more towards the end of the bed, since the Wolf never slept still for long. For now all that was over him, was a sheet, and it went just over his knees, and no further. Leaving the King exposed in his light blue boxers, and a black beater. The only other thing on the King, was his proudly placed Dog Tags, which of course, glimmering in the entering moonlight.

Standing in the doorway, was the King's pale-skinned boy. He was wearing nothing but a really long white shirt, that somehow found it's way to his knees. If he had been smaller, he might have been mistaken for a child wearing their father's shirt, but Christopher was just over six feet, so it was impossible to think anything close to it. His long silver hair fell down his shoulders and back, and landed in his face and eyes. The boy rubbed his arms, almost nervously, the cold air bothering him as he stood there. He didn't know if he wanted to sneak into bed with his King, and surely, he was terrified of waking him. As he stood there pondering what to do, he noted just how dark the room was even with the moon shimmering into the Castle's windows. He shivered, and closed the door to their room, as quietly as he could. Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his eyes, and walked across the plush carpeting, his hands over either of his arms, trying to keep himself warm.

Melvin laid there sleeping, deep in a dream about something. His long ears were hiked up towards the ceiling, and his clawed hands were behind his head. The Wolfish fiend's fangs were more than visible, as was the strange tail, that came out and presented itself, in the Tyrant's slumber. Chris noted that Melvin's tail was there, it was relaxed beneath him, and coiled tightly, the fin tightly pressed up against the sensitive spot, that (if touched) would paralyze Melvin for a few moments, leaving him vulnerable to whomever had done it. But Christopher had no intention of harming his King. Not only was he scared to death of him, he loved him, more than anyone else ever could, and would do anything, to keep him. The boy nervously bit his lip, as he walked across the carpeting to the side of the bed. Almost silently, he sat on the left side of the bed, had one been facing it. Melvin didn't seem to move, and Chris did nothing more than sit there and play with his hair somewhat worriedly. The dark area surely freaked him out, and his Keeper was asleep, and unable to protect him from... whatever was around. Well, nothing was around, but the boy's thoughts generally convinced him of otherwise. He unintentionally let out a slight whine, then covered his mouth.

The boy watched his Wolf, his Alpha Male, his Keeper... sleep. Like that wasn't creepy or anything... The Angelic boy continued to finger his long hair, until just sitting there wouldn't do it for him anymore. He looked down at his pale legs, that weren't even covered with him sitting there. He sighed and looked back at his Wolf, so strong and beautiful he was. It was no secret of course, the boy revered his Keeper, and wished to be much like him. But one couldn't never just become Alpha. You were born how you were born, and he would have to accept, that Melvin would always be in charge of everything. Which was rather fine by him. The long-haired boy laid beside his Wolf, who naturally sensed his presence and put an arm around him. The boy remained silent, gently resting his right arm on the shoulder of his Keeper. The Wolf had a rather strong grasp on him, and he nervously leaned back a little, to watch him. The King pulled the sheet up over the two of them in his sleep, then rested his head back on his pillow, and continued to growl as he breathed while asleep. His tail remained flat to the bed, unmoving, for now at least.

The boy pressed his lips together, his large and deep blue eyes peering up at his Keeper. He looked down and reached down to pull his shirt over his backside, then looked up at the Tyrant that held him so close. The King rested his spiky-haired head atop the boy's, putting his other arm around his skinny waist, and holding him up against his body as he snarled and growled in his sleep. He rubbed the side of his face up against Chris's head, who almost giggled, and hugged his mighty King. He looked down to see that Melvin's tail slithered beneath the sheets again, and swallowed hard, looking at him again. He really didn't want to cross that tail again, he knew well enough to stay away from it, lest he want to be fucked with it. The boy could feel the Tyrant pressed to him, and as he reached up to run his finger's through his Master's hair, he suddenly became awkwardly curious about just how deep of a sleep his lover was in. Curiously looking at his King, he leaned forwards, and pressed his lips lightly to his. The Wolf naturally tightened his grasp on the Angelic without wings, and kissed him back out of pure habit. He even snarled, and rubbed the side of his face up against the boy's again, keeping his arms wrapped securely around his mate. The boy couldn't help but feel the Wolf so tightly against him, he breathed out lightly, opening his own mouth to pant just a bit.

The Wolf's dominance seemed to be more than present, even in his sleep, he was strong and defiant against his own clothes. The boy in his arms almost laughed, and bit down on his lip, and he slowly reached down to feel his sturdy male. Melvin seemed to growl, pushing his face into the boy's shoulder, his messy hair shooting out in all different directions, as if he'd been electrocuted or something. The boy kept his left arm over the Tyrant's shoulder, as he laid there on his side facing him still. Slowly, and cautiously, his other hand found it's way to his Wolf's shorts, and reached just beneath them. He could feel the temperature change from the Wolf's body heat being warmest between his legs, and giggled as he playfully began to stroke him steadily and softly. The Wolf's skin was smooth and firm, warm and tense. The boy pressed his lips to his Tyrant's, and kissed him gently. By now his King was more than just aroused, and it was starting to wake him. The silver-haired boy pulled back to look at his King, who's eyes slid open half-way, filled with an electric blue glow, that showed off just how aroused he truly was. The boy paused in worry at what he was doing, his face warm with the slight embarrassment of letting his curiosity control him. He pulled his had back, and brought both to his chest, then bowed his head to his King, expecting him to bite him or something, for having done such a thing while he slept. Little did he know, the King, had a better idea.

The King grabbed his boy almost roughly, and his eyes slid open even wider. He watched Chris hide beneath his hair, then pushed the boy over so that he was laying flat on the bed. His thick tail slithered around, but remained under control for the time being. It began to drip with it's infectious toxins, the fin doing it's best to stay closed. Christopher buried his face in his hands, shaking and hiding under his silvery hair. He was laying on his stomach, trembling with more than a bit of worry and anxiety. The King growled and leaned over the boy, then randomly bit down on his right shoulder, using his teeth to keep him pinned down. Exactly how an Alpha Wolf, would control another male, in the wild. His ears shifted slightly backwards, as his long tail writhed behind him and under the bed sheets. Panting from being feverishly turned on, then Wolf climbed onto his boy, so that he could mate with him. He released his grip on the kid, and reached down to grab onto him. The boy turned his head to the side, his long hair still covering his head. He winced and shivered, knowing what would soon follow with his King being more than awake now. A part of him wondered why he did this to himself, while the other part of him just wanted his King to be with him anyways. He held his breath as the Tyrant pushed himself into him, covering his face and yelping from the violation.

The Sinner's tail coiled around Melvin, and then when he pulled his boy to his knees, went beneath the Angelic. Chris winced as he felt the moist tail slide beneath his body, if it were anyone else not used to this, it might have felt rather disgusting. He panted feeling Melvin's tail rub up against him, the fin flaring out just a little, to add a strange sensation to the mix. He grasped onto the bed, shaking, and feeling his Wolf continue to force his way into him. The King leaned over and wrapped his arms around the boy, growling, and nuzzling the back and sides of his neck. Chris winced and moaned as the sensation occurred, with the light biting and the tail rubbing up against him, it was hard not to enjoy it. The King grinned and his eyes widened still, the powerful glow getting brighter now, as he pulled the boy into his arms, now fully inside of him. He got them to lay on their sides again, the boy's back firmly pressed to the Tyrant's. Melvin reached up and grabbed his silvery hair, some of it still falling beautifully down his pale shoulders. Melvin pulled on it so that the boy's body would stay in place, while he pulled back out of him, then went into him again, making him cry out and yelp. Grinning in amusement, the Tyrant's tail steadily slithered between the boy's legs, causing him to stiffen and pulse up against the throbbing tail. The fin tickled the boy's body, brushing up against him ever so lightly. The King kept his tail steadily under control, so that the spears wouldn't shoot out and possibly kill his lover.

The wingless Angel moaned, and arched his back up against the powerful King's. Melvin growled pleasurably and continued to grab the boy's hair, keeping his other arm tightly around him. He could feel Chris's hands tightly grabbing onto his arm, which only made him hold him tighter.
The King licked his lips slowly, steadily giving it to his boy, who had nothing but a thin long shirt on. He let go of his mate's hair, causing Chris to relax and stop to pant for a moment, in between howling from the Tyrant's force. He felt his King's hand slip beneath his shirt, slowly reaching over to his chest, where he subconsciously started to rub the palm of his hand up against the boy's perfect body. Chris panted harder, reaching up and feeling Melvin's clawed hand beneath his shirt. He began to cry out for his lover, telling him that he loved him and wanted him. The King's hair began to glow to the request, him stiffening inside the boy even harder, as his tail seemed to do the same. He whispered to the boy to scream his name, and continued to progressively give it to him harder. Chris pulled at his own hair, doing as he were asked, while gasping to breath. He whimpered from time to time, the King actually starting to hurt him as he fucked him.

The Tyrant arched himself further into the boy, holding him tightly while he cried out. His tail slithered up against Chris, who burned with euphoria just below his eyes. He felt rather warm, and tense, and a moment later, he howled and came all over the tail that so stiffly rubbed up against the kid. Melvin laughed and pulled his tail back, it twitching and just dripping with the infectious black ooze. The Tyrant held the boy tightly, continuing to fuck him hard, ignoring his screams for him to stop hurting him. Eventually he slowed down to not harm him, then forced himself deep into the other, to finish what his precious Angel had started. He howled and released into the wingless Angel, his long tongue coming out of his mouth as he did so. Smirking and patting his boy's head, he pulled out from behind him, slowly, so's not to damage the kid further than he already had. The King let go of the boy, and laid down on his back, his long tail throwing itself over the side of the bed and just hanging there, dripping with blackness. The fin fixed itself and folded back up tightly to the black snake-like skin, then the speared tip, slowly began to stop dripping. The boy winced as he climbed into his Tyrant, laying atop him, and earning the Tyrant's embrace. He pressed his face to his Keeper's chest, listening to the steady heartbeat, that had quickened from the ordeal. Gently and softly, he reached up and fixed Melvin's Dog Tags, then reached back behind him to pull the shirt back over his ass. The Tyrant pulled his boxers back up with a smirk, then gently nuzzled the side of the boy's face. He giggled and kissed his protective Keeper back, then held him until they both were sound asleep.

Fandom: EVILNUMBERSHIPPING

Pairing: Mel x Chris



Story:
The two boys were left alone at their house, where they spent the most of their time. Melvin's God was out running errands late with allies, so he decided to remain home, to take care of his sick mate. The boy with the long silver hair was laid up in bed, as he had been sick for the passing week. The God had left with some friends of hers, to go out and get medications for him, which they would wait on until completion. So in the meantime, they two were left alone with nothing but each other, and the TV that went on in the background from whatever game Melvin had been playing. The Tyrant King hit the pause button, and refrained from shooting his next boss victim, when he heard the boy coughing in his bedroom. He turned his head to the left, holding the controller in his hands, listening to see if the boy were asleep or not. He set the controller down on the TV stand, and wandered into the bedroom, to see the long-haired Angel boy sitting up in bed trying to breathe. His sickness seemed to get worse each passing day, which worried the King, though he didn't always wear the concern on his face.

The boy looked over to see his King walking into the bedroom and covered his mouth trying to stop coughing. He waved him off as if to say he was fine, but the both of them knew, that Chris was far from okay. He was dying, due to the massive infection he carried within his humanoid form, thanks to the very King he loved so dearly. Melvin crawled into bed with the boy, and put his arm around him attempting to show he cared. The fact that he was the reason for the boy's suffering bothered him greatly, but with eyes so fierce, one would never know, unless they knew him personally. Chris looked up at his King still covering his mouth as he coughed, resting his head against the Tyrant's chest. He closed his eyes and listened to the beat of the King's strong, and very blackened heart, while trying not to cough anymore. He didn't wish to worry his Tyrant, though it was impossible not to anyways. He felt Melvin kiss the top of his head, and somewhat smiled. He looked up at the King with red-rimmed eyes, and smiled through the tears that welled up in his eyes from coughing so hard. He was wheezing badly, and it would have appeared that breathing was a task alone. The only thing that the God would even be able to get for him to ease this, would be an inhaler, and some sort of medication to stop the coughing. Otherwise, he was basically going to be like that for an eternity. And well, living out of Oblivion, and out on earth, surely made this rather difficult to explain. But - they had learned to manage, including with masking their true forms.

The King held his Angel, who had no wings to bare anymore, from having been human-ish for so long. It would be such a task to grown them in his condition, so he simply looked out for the kid more than he normally would have if Chris could sustain himself more. The King looked into the eyes of the weakened creature, then closed his own hazy eyes, and kissed the boy's forehead. He spoke to him softly, almost gently, and laid him down in the bed. He covered him slowly, and told the boy to get some rest, and was going to go back into the other room. But the boy reached out and asked him to stay, and so the King did. He wouldn't really be able to say no to the boy given his state, though surely he had in the previous, as Melvin was more than known to treat the kid with evil intentions. As of late however, he had made the boy his Prince, and when they would go back to Oblivion when the God was to retire, Chris would bare the title with pride, and even have a better chance of strength.

The Tyrant laid beside his boy, facing him and just brushing the hair from his eyes. His own spiky hair began to glow, something better kept indoors since in this world, powers were generally forbade on all instances, lest they wish the Scale to fuck them in the ass. Christopher wished to be close to his King, but other than holding onto him, they had not been so close. The King knew that he was rather ill, and other than feeding him the infection he needed to survive, he hadn't done much else with the Angel. The boy embraced his King, and leaned up just to kiss his soft lips. He felt a cut in his King's lip, and backed away to look at the Tyrant's face. With his right hand he reached up to touch the gash, then asked his King where he had gotten such an injury. The King nudged the boy's hand with his face, and licked the injury with his long tongue. His eyes flashed a bright blue, and his fangs seemed to become more noticeable as he spoke, explaining to the boy he'd been at the Hideout again. It was rather clear what the Tyrant had been doing - his side job, away from home, that generally involved dealing with routy fools, that always started brawls and other fights. Chris only looked at him worriedly, wishing that he would give up working there, and go to a less threatening place. But he knew his Wolf well enough, that he would not give up working at a place that was underground and bought in good coin.

The Angel lightly kissed the side of his Keeper's face, then turned away to cough again. He felt the Tyrant's arms go around him, and hold him rather tightly. He looked up at his King once again, though this time, his own eyes glowed a bright red. Not from Salvation, but from the title he'd been given, the power he had earned as Prince. His glowing red symbols would have shown all over his body, had he not been so sickly and weakened. His own eyes appeared rather hazy, and he reached up to grasp onto his King's spiky hair. The King smirked and let the boy play with his hair, it felt good, and a Wolf loved the sensation of one scratching behind his ears. He leaned down and growled almost playfully at his male, then gently bit down on the side of the boy's face, growling again. Chris giggled and turned his head, which caused his Wolf to let go, and rub his nose up against his boy's neck. He earned another laugh from Chris, and his ears elongated and turned to large jackal-looking ears, that curled outwards in pleasure. Chris turned and laughed at his Wolfish King, then reached up and tugged on Mel's left ear, coughing, but still laughing. Melvin's body twinged, and a large black tail slithered out from behind him, making Chris instantly let go in fear of the tail that presented itself. He looked to the right, around Melvin, then buried his face in the Tyrant's chest, holding onto the front of his shirt tightly. It was obvious he feared the thing - everyone did. The spear at the end of it was longer lately, and more deadly as Melvin's body progressed with power. But the King laughed and smirked, and soon Chris noticed, that his strange tail, was swaying back and fourth. He was wagging his tail almost.

The King panted and shook his head, then sat up and pulled off his shirt. The exposure of his tail brought on a bit of heat, power just surging through his body that was supposed to stay in it's humanoid form. But he just couldn't resist showing off his true self. The boy watched his King, admiring his perfectly carved body, and looked over at Melvin's tail, which was slightly flexing or wagging, hanging over the edge of the bed. The King laid down on his back, putting his hands behind his head, his legs open and bent upwards, so that his tail wouldn't go numb from being beneath him. For a while, he and the boy only exchanged conversation, but then the boy crawled onto him, and laid on him asking for his King's attention. The King snarled at him slightly, not angrily, warning the boy that he should rest and work on healing himself verses other things. The Angel whined and rested his head on his King's chest, his arms beneath him. He lifted his head to look at the King, who had his eyes closed just laying there looking all badass and shit. The boy could feel his energy, his warmth and his power just seeping out of him. He felt rather warm, only wearing a white T-shirt and some matching white pants. He moved and sort of pulled himself up on the King, so that he were looking down at him. The King opened one of his eyes, the glowing blue just illuminating the dark room. The Angel laughed at the gesture, and then nuzzled the side of his King's face, in between coughing occasionally and gasping to breathe. Still no reaction from his Tyrant. Chris couldn't help the way that he felt when he was so close to his Wolf. His urge to be close with him seemed to just overwhelm him, a reason the King stayed so far away.

Melvin bared his fangs at the Angel, who laid atop him desperately trying to get a reaction out of him. He attempted to ignore him, but it was hard, with the fact the boy was pressed up against him from laying on him like that. He closed his eyes and flicked his tail lazily, warning the boy that he was going to get hurt or injure himself if he kept that up. Chris reached out and tugged the King's hair, whining that he wanted his King to play with him. He coughed and covered his face, the hazy red glow in his eyes beginning to fade. But still he turned back and purposefully pressed his hips to his King's, who pulled his arms from behind his head, to grab the Angel from around the waist. He panted and let his tongue slide out over his fangs as he spoke, telling the boy that if he got what he asked for, that it would probably be more harmful than helpful to his illness. Chris seemed to care not for his illness, and with the consistent on and off glow in his eyes, it would have appeared that he was very much in heat or something. He rubbed himself up against his King, whining into his large ears, and pulling on his hair. Anything to keep his interest surely. The King groaned when he felt himself react to the arousing gestures, then firmly grabbed the boy by the shoulders, and looked at him with his glowing eyes. The Angel seemed rather startled and looked down, but the King reached up and lifted his chin so that he could see his eyes, which were still flickering with the red glow. He guided the boy's face closer to his, and leaned up to kiss his mate, softly. He looked at him and spoke very clearly, telling him that he didn't want to hurt him since he was getting ripped on regularly from the world, for it. That and well, deep down inside that bastard, he really did love that kid.

The Angel responded with an almost saddened smile, and his eyes stopped glowing. He couldn't help but cry, as he felt his King didn't truly love him anymore, as they were so far apart for so long. He was accustomed to being hurt, harmed, and even beat by his lover, and to have been shut away without even the negative attention - was terrifying and horrid to him. He wailed and coughed harder, rubbing his eyes and crying that his King didn't love him anymore because he was so ill and worthless now. The King groaned and growled, trying to explain to him that it wasn't that at all. He wrapped his arms around the boy and rolled over onto his side with him in his arms, then held him close. It would have appeared that not even Melvin truly understood how love worked, as he were so dedicated to the God, and so against males, that this somehow seemed confusing to him. He thought he was doing the right thing by not harming the boy, but the boy was so used to it, to him, it were so different. The King wiped the Angel's eyes and attempted to explain things, in a way that perhaps the God might have. He leaned his spiky-haired head down and nuzzled the boy's face, telling him that all he wanted, was for the kid to live, and stop suffering. But it didn't matter to Chris, he would have rather suffered in massive amounts of agony, then loose the ability to be close to his King. With that being said the King only agreed to his demands, imagine that the King did something that was asked of him by another. Well, not just any other, the only person other than his God, that he actually cared for. Such a strange thing, love is.

So the King laid the boy down, and shook his head as he climbed onto him. He softly kissed the side of his face, anything to get him to stop crying surely. He would give the boy what he wanted, strangely, carefully this time. He lovingly kissed him and pushed his tongue into Chris's mouth, arching his back a bit, so that he could use his hands to take off his lover's pants. He broke their kiss and sat up, pulling them off and feeling the warmth of his glowing hair intensify. The King pulled off his own pants, and tossed them off the bedside. Mel only smirked, and looked down at the dog tags on his chest, then looked over at the boy who laid there coughing weakly and covering his face. Shaking his head the King leaned down and pressed his face to the boy's hands, until he moved them to see his King. Melvin growled softly and coiled his tail up high behind him, so that the boy wouldn't notice it. The fin flared out and stretched, sending a shiver through the King's body. He growled feeling it flow through him like an electric shock, then his eyes closed halfway so that the glow in them could lighten. Chris reached out slowly, and wrapped his arms around his King, who slid his shirt up enough to see the silver tags on the boy's chest. The Tyrant's breathing deepened and he tilted his head to one side, his eyes glowing brighter as he prepared himself for such a task. He felt the boy tense up as he reached down to touch him, softly rubbing the base of his hand against the Angel. The Angel moaned in pleasure, this would be a fit easy task, as the boy hadn't had any psychical attention in a while. The Wolf snarled and leaned down to bite the side of his Angel's neck, his own body strengthening and pulling the muscles into a tight fixation.

The Alpha leaned back and looked over the boy, whose eyes were red with the powerful glow that his blue ones had. He pushed the Angel's legs apart and licked his right hand with his long tongue, purposefully drooling on it then stoking himself slowly. He panted and growled in reaction to the strange feeling, then slowly guided himself into the other male, who whined from the pain. The King waited for the boy to stop breathing so hard, and entered him slower as he relaxed. He could barely find his way into his lover without him whimpering, so he did his best not to hurt him anymore than he had to. The boy tugged on his own hair in reaction to the King's alpha stature pushing into him, trying to calm himself from the searing pain that fire through his body. He watched the King and winced, as the King grabbed the his waist. He could feel his strong grip as he pulled Chris downwards, making it easier for the King to go inside of him. When the Wolf had fully penetrated his target he shook a bit and snarled, his tail coiling up very tightly behind him, and beginning to secrete the infamous black ooze that killed pretty much everyone it came in contact with. The Wolf laid down atop his mate, which caused him to go deeper into the Angel, that reached around his strong frame to grab him. He could feel Chris's nails dig into his flesh, which caused his back to flex as he arched into the boy, the feeling sending shivers down his spine. The Tyrant kept his right hand firmly on the boy's left hip, as he moved back and fourth atop him. Leaning down to find the Angel's lips, he forced his tongue into his mouth, and sucked on the Angel's until he earned that familiar moan he hadn't heard in a time now.

Chris felt the Tyrant's other arm go around him and grasp onto his hair, tightly, forcing him upwards a bit so that the King could kiss him harder. He whined and gasped as he kissed his King back, strangely not coughing for the time being. He reached up and scratched the King's back hard, forcing the King to go deeper into him in reaction to the random force of pain he gave him. Melvin seemed to want to hold back while he was inside his lover, who only wanted him to make love to him like they had before he was deathly ill and almost dying each day. The King pulled back to try and hiss at Chris, who just reached up and grabbed his hair, forcing him to keep kissing him. His pale hands pulled hard on the blue hair, that glowed and glimmered in the darkness. Melvin pushed into the Angel harder, making him moan louder for his Tyrant. The King pulled away and panted, taking the time to remove the boy's shirt so that he could feel his pale flesh against his own. He then went back to kissing the boy, forgetting about holding back any longer. Chris kept a tight grasp on his hair, kissing him harder and moaning louder, each time the King became rougher with him. Melvin snarled and bit down on the boy's tongue, arching his back and forcing himself deeper into his mate, who fought the urge to let him know it hurt. The boy was determined for the King to prove his lust to him, as he had in the previous. He loved his King, and he only wanted him to be who he was, and to not hold back any longer. This would kick him later, but for now the thoughts of his sickness had gone deep into his mind, and the only thing he wanted, was his Keeper.

The constant pulling of Melvin's hair seemed to really set the King into the moment, and surely he forgot about what he was doing, and only gave it to the Angel even harder. He pressed his body to the boy's harder, growling and panting as he continued to kiss the Angel beneath him. He tightened his grasp on the boy's hair until he yelped, then let go just a bit, still finding his way deeper into his boy. He arched his back harder, his spine flexing as his body stiffened, and as his tail curled harder. Chris howled through their kiss, and Melvin pulled back for a moment to look at his Prince of Oblivion. He stopped moving for a moment and only laid atop the boy, letting go of his hair and brushing the silver bangs from Chris's eyes. He peered down at the boy and gently ran his finger down his face, stopping at his chin. He told the boy that he loved him, a strange thing to have ever left his lips. The boy seemed rather shocked, and blushed and smiled weakly at his Tyrant Wolf. Chris said that he loved his King more than anything, and that he would never stop, nor fail him - earning a gentle kiss on the lips from his mate. The King embraced his boy and continued what he was doing before, just slower, and more affectionately now. The Angel watched his King's face closely, reaching up and playing with some of the glowing bangs that flew out in all directions over Melvin's face. He breathed in deeper, his body unable to contain the feeling of his love much longer. The King lightly kissed the side of Chris's face, the tingly feeling flowing through the boy, and causing him to howl steadily as his body tensed. The Tyrant felt him relax and release his Angelic wrath, as he kept his lips pressed to his Angel's cheek.

The King moaned in the boy's ear and nuzzled the side of his neck, closing his eyes hard as he pushed harder into his male. He panted and moaned louder, his tongue just hanging from his mouth as he gasped and held the boy closer to him. The Wolf found his lover's lips and kissed him gently, shivering, and then letting off hard inside the creature that he loved so much more than anyone knew. He breathed heavily as he throbbed and released his love, panting and trying to force himself to relax, though his heart raced. Chris looked up at him and kissed him softly, whispering that he loved his King so dearly. The Wolf nuzzled the side of the boy's face, growling and biting him just enough to leave a territorial marking on his throat. He pushed himself up off of the Angel, and slowly pulled himself out of the Angel, who moaned from the feeling of the movements of the King. Melvin's long tail twisted and continued to drip with euphoria, it was as if the damned thing had climaxed just as hard as he did. He reached for the boy's shirt and smirked, taking it and cleaning the two of them off.

The King lazily laid down on the bed, his chest heaving as he fought the urge to breathe even harder. He reached for the Angel tiredly, and pulled him into his arms, then used that tail of his, to bring the covers to his hand so that he could conceal them both. Chris snuggled up to the King and whimpered, until the King kissed the top of his head. He smiled and wrapped his arm around the Tyrant, who rested his head atop the Angel's. The glow in their eyes eventually died off, and the two of them just laid there sharing words, until they were fast asleep. The Angel remained tightly in the King's grasp, his long tail coiled over and around them both protectively. When the God did come home, she would surely be slightly alarmed, but perhaps proud of her King, for having loved their boy so much. If anyone had looked in on them, they'd see an Angel with a smile over his lips, and a lazy King growling in his rather deep slumber. Love after all, was truly, a strange, strange thing.

Fandom: WRETCHEDSILENCESHIPPING

Pairing: Salvation x Melvin x Christopher



Story: -Castle Tower of Oblivion-
Strange things, often happen for the strangest of reasons, and tonight, was no exception to that rule. For on this night, during the fullest of moons, a new strain of things would be released into the air. For on this night, the Tyrant King, would soon discover, that he had not one, but two Angels - in the same room that he had only left one in. How this would become possible no one would know, but it would surely kick things up just a bit.

Salvation and Christopher had been one entity for a time too long. But after Melvin made Chris the Prince of Oblivion, Salvation became rather jealous, and viciously attacked him over and over again. The two spirits inhabiting one body fought and raged at each other, to the point where it was slowly driving their King up the wall. Locked up in their bedroom beneath the full moon, the two would eventually pull away from each other, and separate themselves from one another entirely. Salvation and Chris were both powerful entities from the Past, brought into the Future as one. Originally it was believed that the two would share a form forever, until Melvin the Sinner gave them both an ancient artifact that would change things forever. A Crown. But not just any Crown, a Crown that would have a strange ability, to Balance out the two fighting spirits, that harbored one body. But as they Balanced out, their hatred for the other grew, and grew. Until eventually - they just pulled away from each other.

Chris was never really aggressive, up until he was given the title of the Prince of Oblivion, he was rather harmless. It was Salvation that dealt with the most violent acts, and it was he who came out when things got rough. He was the stronger side, and Chris was always the weaker one. But not anymore. With the two Angels being Balanced and equally matched, it gave them both the ability to pull apart. Salvation would wake up first, only to realize - that he was truly alive, and in his own body. Beside him in the bed, would be his weaker half, that seemed to remain in his lesser formation like Salvation was. For now at least. The two would share a rather peculiar moment, and soon after, realize that another person was about to make their way to the scene. Their King.

Foot steps would soon be heard down the hall, after the two Angels had fallen asleep again. They would sound heavy, and as though some very large talons were slapping into the wooden flooring. Along the walls, a dragging and scraping sound would be heard, the long tail of the King. Both Salvation and Christopher would slowly awaken, each curious, and rather worried as to what would happen when he wandered into their room. Strangely, Salvation was laying on his side, with his lesser Angel half pressed up against his strong chest, and wrapped in his arms. It would have been assumed with ease, that their body temperatures were strangely low, and that they needed to be close, until they were both sufficient enough to fully adjust to being separated. It would have also been assumed, that since they wore nothing but their bed sheets, that the two had just had some strange altercation. However, it remained to be seen by this point. Whatever they had done, it needn't matter yet.

A clawed hand reached out and grasped onto the doorknob from the outside of the room the two Angelics were locked inside. A slip of another claw, and a key would enter the area just above the knob, and turn with it, to unlock the door. The door was old, and almost too thick for anyone to destroy. It was made of thick wood and metal, fit for locking a disastrous Salvation up in a tower, where they were now. The King had put them in there for Salvation's attitude, that the King felt needed adjusting. However when the door opened, he would find that Salvation, had found yet another way, to do some damage.

Chris looked up at Salvation frightfully, and hid beneath his hair, and the navy-colored hair of the stronger Angel. His warm chest felt good against the side of his face, but he could tell the other was very worried, as his heart raced. The weaker Angel slowly reached up and ran his fingers down the shoulder of his stronger self, as if to attempt to calm him. A second later, the creaking door flew open, and there stood a strangely confused King of Oblivion. The King's eyes narrowed at them, in disgust and perhaps confusion. He just stared for a moment, watching the lesser Angel hide himself beneath the blankets, thinking he would be harmed for this strange mishap. Meanwhile Salvation's red glowing eyes found the King's, and a sad expression came over his face. He kept his arms tightly around his weaker self, praying to the Godz that the King wouldn't be rid of him just because he had separated from Chris. He rested his head atop the weaker half's head, and sort of whined, worriedly. The King's eyes were wide, and fierce to them both. He used his powerful tail, to close the door behind him. His large black wings flared out behind him, as he began to take steps forwards towards the two laying there in bed.

The King was so confused. How they had done this, he did not know. He became curious, and irritated, and of course - immediately blamed Salvation, for all of this. He flashed his eyes at Sal, with a deep and wretched hate that surpassed that of anyone else's hate for another. His long black tail, seemed to coil an uncoil unsteadily, and Salvation seemed to watch it on and off, in between watching the King's heavy eyes. Salvation watched his King come closer, and slowly let go of the lesser Angel beside him. The King growled and hissed at him, and told him to go away. Distraught and twisted mentally, Salvation became furious, and jealous at once. His frivolous and violent behavior was rather common, and normally resulted in the King locking him up. He grabbed his weaker self and was about to wrap his tail around Chris's throat, when Melvin's tail came up and wrapped itself in his and squeezed it angrily. Salvation's hurt expression grew more and more obvious, the fact he'd choose the boy over the one who had forced the darkness upon the King, was disgusting. The King pulled the boy into his arms, and wrapped him with one of the sheets. He looked him over standing there - his body was covered with horrific slashes and bruises from Salvation.

The King snarled and held onto the boy, and started to walk towards the door to leave the room. The crazed obsessive Salvation got up immediately, and bolted for the door, flaring his wings out over it. Screaming and shrieking to the point where Chris was covering his ears and wailing, the other deviant Angel continued - attempting to get the King's attention. Whether it was good or bad attention it didn't matter, Salvation just wanted the King, and not to be locked away alone again. Only last time he had Chris, this time, he would literally only have himself. The Angel's eyes began to glow a fierce red, unlike his lesser half's that were a deep blue. The King cradled the boy in his arms and flared out his wings, presenting his tail to the other Angel that was threatening them both. Salvation flew into a rage, and began to glow violently, becoming more and more powerful as his rage mode increased. The Tyrant King steadily became more and more angry, and set his Prince down on the bed beside them. It wasn't long before both Melvin and Salvation were going at it, Salvation doing all he could to get Melvin close to him, whilst the King did all he could to beat him down. The two slashed at each other, and punched each other, hitting the other harder, and harder, until they both screeched and howled in agony, while Chris curled up in bed and cried, begging them to stop.

The King raged and raged, his power unrelenting as he beat Salvation. Soon the devious Angel was laying on the ground, in a pool of his own blood. The Tyrant's long claws had raked into his flesh, and completely shred his wings and clothing on one side. He groaned and weakly tried to get to his knees, only for the King, to step on his back. His massive talons gouged into Sal's lower back, causing him to screech, and arch. His wings flared upwards and seemed to just rip under the pressure, the pain overloading his central nervous system, to the point where it was making him crazier. Melvin smirked and looked down at the Angel, who rolled onto his back afterwards. He laid on the floor coughing, weakly looking into the King's blazing eyes.

The Angel bled everywhere, but never moved more than his fingers now. The Tyrant's tail came out from behind him, and soon pointed downwards towards where Salvation's heart would have been beating. Salvation's red eyes seemed to dim, and he stopped fighting. Strangely at peace with death coming to take him away - the Angel sighed, and a single tear fell from his eye. Slowly darkness captured him, and he closed his eyes and took what he believed would be his last breath. The King glared at him and brought up his tail, with the intent of impaling the other beneath him with it. With the spear tip in place he would surely go straight through Salvation's sternum, as well as through the beating organ, that sustained his new found life.

Before the King could do anything, a distraction would take place. The screaming of his boy would be enough to take his glance off Salvation, and a moment later - a stream of light would fire out in front of him. Salvation's blazing red eyes would snap open, and his heart would skip a beat.  When the King looked down he would see yet another Angel, his boy, laying atop the one bleeding out on the ground. With his hand gently placed in Salvation's he would look up at the King, sadly, his eyes filled with tears. Slowly but surely the King would draw back his tail, and look down upon his Prince with confusion.

Never before did Salvation care for his boy, he only wished to take him over, and have the King to himself. Melvin grit his fangs together, and demanded that the lesser Angel move away from the greater one. And for the first time in history, the boy would whisper a simple "no" and close his eyes flinching. His own heart racing, he would hug Salvation tightly, and pray that the King would spare them from death. Salvation laid there wide-eye through the entire thing, every so often, coughing lightly, barely able to even cough at all. He lifted his hand slowly, and then his arm, and gently put it around his weaker half. He blinked slowly and whispered to his lesser half, and told him to get away. He told the Prince that he would be fine, and that Melvin wouldn't kill him. How wrong he was though, the King had every last intent of erasing his life from their existence. But regardless the boy refused to move, and cried his way out of Salvation's death sentence.

Slowly and filled with terror, the boy would reach out to the King. Tears streaming his face, he would ask Melvin to call off his attack, and simply let Salvation live. He knew full well that the other Angel hated him... but they had shared a form since Ancient Times, and Chris felt as though he belonged. Everything happened for a reason, and the reason should be seen through. He slowly got to his feet, which were bare, and cold against the flooring.

The silver-haired Angel reached out and touched the King's face, his soft hands sliding over Melvin's cheek. He whimpered and looked into the King's eyes, then away and down at the other Angel who turned his head away from them. The Tyrant King sighed deeply, and nuzzled the side of his boy's face. He ran a clawed hand through Chris's long hair, then gently kissed the top of his forehead. In complete Sinner Form, the King then held his precious Angel, and told him to sit on the bed. Christopher whimpered worriedly, and did as he were told. His gaze immediately went to the floor as he sat there, his feet touching the floor, along with his long silver hair. He looked up slowly to find the King hovering over Salvation, who gasped for air, and bled. Carefully the King reached down, wagging his large sinister tail. His massive claws slide beneath the other Angel, and then he lifted him into his arms. Weakly and softly Salvation begged the King not to kill him, and told him all he wanted - was to have him. The King ignored the words, and carried him over to the bed, where Salvation bled out all over.

The lesser Angel began to shift, as he held his defiant "twin" in his arms. He hugged Salvation tightly, and began to burst into his demonic Prince form. Crying tears of blood and pain, the boy Christopher began to glow. Strange bright symbols began to cover his flesh, while he held Salvation tightly in his arms. Salvation smirked and rested his head against his weaker half, that was now becoming equal to him once again. The defiant Angel sniffled and attempted to cough, but almost nothing came out. The symbols on Chris's body began to grow brighter, covering his wings now, and formulating a large white tail behind him. Wrapping his tail in Salvation's, the Prince of Oblivion began to heal Salvation.

The Angel of Salvation and the Angel of Plague (Christopher's true formation's name), began to share a sacred connection of healing and power. The King watched on carefully, then sat beside the two Angels in a sort of awe or confusion. It was rather hard to tell if Melvin felt anything, or if he was just curious as to how things worked with the two. Draining enough of his own life to sustain Salvation, Chris felt himself waste away and dissolve inside. Panting and heaving, he looked to Melvin as the symbols began to dissipate. The King shook his head and nuzzled the boy's face, then presented his tail to them both. Salvation laid there weakly in Chris's arms, looking up at him and the Tyrant that looked down upon him from over Chris's shoulder. His eyes flashed a bright red, then dimmed out weakly. He wasn't strong enough to sustain his power, but he would surely live to see himself back to normal in a few short days.

The King laid down rather tiredly, after distributing the infection to both of the parasitic Angels that he now shared a bed with. Lazily, the King let his tail fall over the edge of the bed, then just laid on his side facing the room's doorway. With his back to the King's chest, the lesser Angel laid, a strong arm around him from the Sinner himself. Salvation stood at the edge of the bed confused, but his wounds were rather healed now, so he wasn't bleeding as much. He slowly crawled over to the other two, as the King laid flat on his back. The two Angels laid on either side of him, their tails over him, and twisted into each other's. They both put their arms around their powerful Tyrant, and even locked their fingers together. The King seemed rather entertained by this, and played no mind to them for now. He simply put an arm around each of them, and closed his eyes to sleep.

The lesser Angel had retracted his formation by now, and simply laid there on the King staring into the eyes of his bitter reflection. Salvation looked into Chris's rather tiredly, and his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something. He sighed and bit his lip then remained silent, but gave his lesser half's tail a slight squeeze. Chris offered Salvation a slight smile, then slowly let his eyes become heavy. Sleep took him rather fast, as it did to their powerful King. Salvation leaned his face up and bit the side of the King's face as he slept, then eventually rested his head to sleep as well. It was a strange thing to think, but they were separated for good now. Surely the King would have to get used to it, as would they. Fighting over Melvin would surely get the three of them nowhere, and would piss off Melvin's God, who especially protected Chris at all costs. How they would all learn to get along was a mystery. A mystery best kept secret for now...