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When; Dec. 9th, NOW
Rating; Probably R/18+/NC whatever the hell you call it for sex/violence in excess
Characters; Giovanni [

subject68] & Xulchibara [

revelations9x6]
Summary; The servant of pain and the lord of chaos meet.
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As he stepped his way around various corpses towards the underworld, Giovanni whistled a cheerful tune that echoed and carried for a long ways through the tunnels. They reminded him of home, in a way. Finding himself in open air when arriving here had been quite a surprise after living underground for so long.

Some of the smaller monsters must have smelt him coming, because they hovered just in the shadows, flashing yellow and red eyes out of the dark, but not daring to come closer. They knew a fellow creature when they saw one.

In truth, Giovanni had little to know knowledge of where he was going, but he knew Xulchibara would find him. Until then, he would just appreciate the aura of "home".

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The Red God was all things and none; everywhere, and nowhere.

Subtley at first, then perhaps more noticably, the sounds of the Underground entire began to fade into silence.

The occasional light that illuminated much of the train tracks likewise began, one by one, to become choked off with a crawling, consuming darkness.
The darkness spread, and deepend until nothing beyond the pool of light caste by the single light set above Giovanni became the only percievable amount of space within the entire Underground.

At the very edges of this caste light the darkness moved; shifted, melted, stretched and ran.
The writhing mass then coalesced, and the footsteps of a lone man preceeded his entrance into Giovanni's limited range of vision.

Walking as calmly and nonchalantly as anything, this dark man strolled almost leisurely to stand a few feet from Giovanni.
A lean youngish man with hair was the color of a raven's wing; black and sleek., and eyes that could not possibly be human considered the young man with a calculating, unfathomable intelligence that managed to see straight down to the bone.

" ...I have missed you, darling boy.." He said in a voice that, while humanoid, made the hair on one's neck stand at attention, and a sensation of chilling heat slide along the nerve endings, yet emenate from no particular point of contact.

Although he had pulled out a gun when the light began to fade, it lowered now when he realized who it was that had caused it. The darkness was nothing new to Giovanni; it was safer than the bright, harsh lights that he had been cut again and again under.

Giovanni's white-blond hair and pale skin nearly glowed in the darkness as he took a few eager steps towards the figure. He did not register the oddities - it was more odd, to him, to be completely human than not.

"Xulchi-chan~" he replied in an excited tone, though it barely showed itself on his face. As they moved closer to each other, he felt the dog that shared his mind perk up and sniff the air.

Flame wreathed eyes travelled from Giovanni's white hair, down across his covered eyes, then down across the breadth of the young man's shoulders and beyond; leaving trails of that indefinable sensation in thier wake.

Without further comment, he opened his arms in an obvious invitation to embrace.

A hot wind ( or rather, the memory of heat), bladed fingers riffling and skittering along the edges of this unhuman's mind as the Red God slipped into his prefferred method of communication, and to see how Givanni would react to such an intimate method of 'touch'.

yOu SeEm So lOnELy, My lItTle LoSt pUp.....

Pausing in his steps to shiver at the feeling of those undeniable eyes on him, Giovanni nevertheless moved closer, stepping even further into the welcoming darkness.

The speech in his mind was so reminiscent of Mother that he almost teared up at the memory. If only Heine would return with him so that Mother would be happy again...

As Xulchibara's arms wrapped around him comfortingly he smiled almost manically into the comforting embrace.

Not any more.

Pale fingers threaded through Giovanni's paler hair, as the God held him close, then turned slightly to nuzzle the younger man's neck; Memorizing his scent, while the opposing hand slipped beneath Givanni's suit jacket to feel his warmth through his shirt.

YoU nEeD NeVeR Be AlOnE AgAiN, My BeAutIfUl CîInE...

The two of them together made a study of sharp contrast; White suit, matching white-blond hair mirrored the black t-shirt and raven's wing hiar before it.
Pale phantom, and dark shadow.

The cool flame of touch persisted as that hand came to rest over Giovanni's lower back.
CoMe WiTh Me?...CoMe WitH mE, aNd NeVer Be lEfT lOsT aNd AloNe AgAin...

((OOC: Sooo so sorry for delay ;__;! ))

Giovanni whimpered quietly in pleasure at the undeniably possessive actions of the man-god he was currently clinging to. The cold burn soaked through his clothes and it made his skin burn even warmer to the touch. Want...

Someone who wants me.

He could be happy with this, yes. Mother wasn't here, and she wouldn't ever know, would she? She wouldn't mind, if he found a father while he was lost and afraid, would she? Of course not. He was... he was the child she had entrusted the job of finding Heine to. That had to count for something.

Yes. Yes, I'll come.

[ooc: Yeyyyy~ X3 I was wondering what had happened to you. ♥]

Without warning the Red God's hand tugged Giovanni's shirt tail up and pressed against his lower back.
The other fisted in that pale hair to hold the younger man still with a grip like a steel vice.
Hand in hair, He forced Giovanni to turn and meet those chotic eyes.

Eyes that had, up to this point, hinted at a dark madness now penetrated the other man's and seemed to spread outward.
A stygian wave of thought-made-solid invaded, scathed, tore apart and rejoined the mind it found before it.
Raw chaos, horror unleashed; a true taste of the touch of a GOD.

In this madness there lay a tiny speck of stillness, a core of calm...of stillness.
In blood and darkness we are born, in blood and darkness we die; and here again was Giovanni reborn, yet the fingerprints on him, left by 'Mother, and the fixation with Heine were left untouched.'

Everything that had come before, everything that had been his existence up until now still remained, but as some events one is witness to, there are others that happen to a person.

This was one such moment.

The touch both froze and burned; caused searing pain, then left unadulterated ecstasy in it's wake.
A mark, or brand flared, and etched itself beneath that forzen fire of touch, and the fingerprints of another set upon Giovanni's soul.

In time the manifestation of this mark would make itself known, but as any newly born creature Giovanni would be new to the wielding of these gifts.
He would need time, and care to be cultivated properly.

....and Xulchibara had all the time that ever was or could be.

((OOC: RL is kicking my ass @_X ))

As Giovanni was unable to remove his eyes from the dark, pitch-black (and yet, blood-red and blinding white) pits in front of him, the dog within his mind gave up snapping at the darkness that took over. It split his mind apart into little pieces and then pushed them back together again, perfect, in an instant...

This - this he had never felt before. Never, such an intimate invasion...

He lent back against the feverish pain and pleasure that rested at the base of the spine that was not his own as it flowed up and seared its way through every connecting neuron in his body.

His first instinct, after this moment of infinity in an instant, was to laugh. It was a short, shaking laugh as he caught ahold of himself, and then he tossed his head back and laughed freely.

"Xulchi-chan is scary~" he chuckled, taunt madness making the scars around his eyes stand out. Reverantly stroking the Red God's cheek with one soft hand, he lent up carefully and licked a small trail against the death-cold cheek affectionately.

Such was Giovanni's initiation into Xulchibara's inner circle.

[ooc: You are dragging me into your habit of verbosity, you! XD; ♥ Damn you, RL! >O The last two weeks were the last of term, so now everything has calmed down for me.]

The God relaxed his hold in Giovanni's hair, and briefly closed his eyes at the show of affection.
A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when he opened those eyes to look lazily back at the younger man.

" Close your eyes, Giovanni..." he said in a voice barely above a whisper, yet still held that tangible quality; still seemed to press itself against the syllables of his name as a cat would scent mark.

The hand in Giovanni's hair came away to lightly cover the glasses over Giovanni's eyes, as the opposing arm tightened around his waist.
Holding him close, the Red God simply took a step back into the inky writhing shadows, and drew the younger man with him.

A moment, or a lifetime, of cold sensation rising around them. Of liquid darkness passing over and around, trying to press in on the two of them. Suffocating, freezing, and pawing....

......And then gone.

Between one breathe and the next Xulchilbara had drawn them, through shadows , from the Underground into a well appointed room. (http://www.farhorizon.com/newsletter/spring03/images/Luxor-hotel-room.jpg)
Windowless, and dimly lit by a pair of antique hurricane lamps, and the modest fire glowing in the elevated hearth at the center of the room, the meager light caste more shadows than it illuminated.

The God removed his hand from Giovanni's glasses, and let his fingertips trail along the arm of the glasses to settle on where it hooked across Giovanni's ear.
Discordant light danced across those terrible eyes as He slowly leaned down, and lightly brushed his lips over the younger man's.
As with all physical contact with Xulchilbara, the touch was both painful, and blissful. Both burning and icy cold.

Half-lidded, flame-wreathed eyes regarded Giovanni as He drew the glasses from the younger man's face, and pressed another kiss to Giovanni's mouth in quick sucession.

((OOC: The room is supposed to have no windows, but I like that pic. T^T
Also: Verbosity is love XDD ))

Giovanni was shuddering with each touch, both yearning and repulsed.

Tilting his head into the kisses, whimpering quietly in his throat. He didn't like the absence of his sunglasses, and had to convince himself that Xulchibara was worth trusting with his naked face.

It was dark, in the room, made the more dark by the hovering presence in front of him. Even though he could feel the flesh under his hands as he gripped tightly the shirt covering Xulchibara's chest, it was like touching nothing human. Enticing, and revolting.

Taking a step closer, Giovanni ignored their surroundings entirely in favor of his greed for being possessed. He was nothing, if not balanced against something else. Hooking his arms around Xulchibara's back in an embrace, he pressed them close together as his tongue hesitantly moved against the fiery cold mouth pressed against his.

[ooc: Fair warning, we haven't seen Giovanni's face sans glasses in canon yet. ^^; His eyes would probably be a tad bloodshot and a deep red color, if we assume he always looks like Heine does when he lets loose.
The Ottoman Empire had a sense of style~]

[ooc:

A low growling sort of laugh emenated from the vicinity of His chest. A sound more felt, than heard.

YoU HaVe bEaUtIfuL EyEs...

His hands glided across Giovanni's arms, and followed them down to curl around the younger man's wrists.
The God's grip was rather gentle, but still as unbreakable as steel shackles.
Drawing Giovanni away, He then coaxed him to turn around so that Giovanni's back now pressed to Xulchilbara's chest.

The shackled hands released Giovanni's wrists to skim back to his shoulders, and draw the suit jacket off.
It fell, forgotten, to the floor beyond them, and that cool burn of touch returned to the younger man's waist and drew him back against the God's chest, His mouth found Giovanni's neck and mouthed his pulsepoint with a light shiver; A light brush of teeth across it in self-torture.
So easy to break the skin and free that beating connection to his life...to bathe in the slick, sweet heat of his blood.

Another fan of heated breath against Giovanni's neck, and the God's hands brushed across his chest until they met again over his tie.
Dexterous fingers made short work of the length of silky fabric. It joined the discarded suit jacket.
The God's mouth resumed kissing, niping and licking as he followed the line of the younger man's neck to the soft skin where neck met shoulder.
A pause as sharp teeth grazed the tender skin lightly, and followed the bite with the corrosive heat of his tongue.
Pale hands glided across Giovanni's shoulders, to his back, and left burning trails in thier wake as they alighted first on his slender hips.
A light push of the God's own hips against Giovanni, and those hands resumed travelling back tot he white blond's chest, and one by one , undid the buttons on his shirt.

There was a moment's silence as the God leaned foreward to look down over Giovanni's shoulder, thus pressing Himself from chest to hip against the younger man's back. His eyes on the pale skin before him, measuring, assessing the long line of Giovanni's torso

One hand found Giovanni's jaw and turned him in order to kiss fiercely, possessively, while the other moved from being splayed across Giovanni's stomach, pressing him back against the God's arousal, down to snap the buttons on Giovanni's pants, and push beneath the fabric barrier.

A deep growl against the white blond's mouth as Xulchilbara's fingers found him, and rubbed his erection, hips pushing in intimate promise against Giovanni from behind.

(( OOC: assuming since he's a blond he's pale skinned too >.>; ))

((OOC: CRAP! Forgot to ask if your a) participating in tommorrow's curse, and b) if Giovanni can be on the SH crew's ship =D? ))

It was too much - too much of what Giovanni had yearned for to comfort him after the high of his fight with Heine had worn off. The darkness possessed him; held him in its burning touch as he pressed back futilely against the chest behind him and the hands holding him still.

It was the best kind of torture.

Every time Xulchibara's teeth, preternaturally sharp, grazed his skin, Giovanni couldn't help how his heart lept and how an eager, pleading whine pulled from his throat. He was breathing harshly by the time He was pleased with his nakedness, eyes flickering with a mad light.

Giovanni's cries of pleasure were lost as he was captured between hands and hips, wondering vaguely if that metallic taste on his tongue was his own blood or whether it was merely the natural taste of the Red God.

PlEaSeee... he moaned, unaware of whether he was speaking or not. TEARRIPCUTPULLBLOOD...

His body jerked on its own in search of the promised pleasure, one time forward into the waiting grip and one time back against the sharp arousal. All rational thought had fled long ago, and now he was leaning against the solid figure behind him to keep from falling down.

He needed the full pleasure, with the pain and the horror that came with it; he knew Xulchibara could give it to him. Silently, he begged for it.

Already made a post with the ship list, but, er, obviously I'm only now around.

A sound like the grinding squeal of metal-on-stone echoed across His mind, and through the fresh brand into Giovanni's as well. Somewhere in it's depths could be what could concievably have been laughter.
A shift in his stance followed it, and the God pushed Giovanni's knee from behind to force him to the floor.
Pushed by Xulchilbara's greater height and weight, the two of them landed on hands and knees, one above and behind the other still.

At some point during the fall, His hand had moved from Giovanni's jaw, back into his whit hair, the opposing hand similarly released the younger man to hold his hip, and add it's strength to the task of forcing Giovanni to the floor.
Xulchilbara's fingers fisted in his blond hair, and pushed him down, while simultaneously using force to coax Giovanni's hips up.

A low growl was the only warning the dog in Giovanni was given before those sharpened teeth closed on the back of his neck; cuffing him, and holding him as any alpha would do to a subserveant pack member.
Only, the bite did not stop with a hint of pressure to break the skin, it intensified to break skin, and imbed in the muscle beneath.
A deep, almost mechanical groan at the hot burst of blood across his tongue, and the Red God was done with foreplay.

Razor edged nails, and inhuman strength tore the last remnants of Giovanni's clothes away, and after a bare moment of dealing with His own clothing, His own painfully aroused body pressed against Giovanni.
The corrosive burn of his touch amplified by the fraying loss of control over his essence only added to the bloodlust, the haze of want.

Want for the pain,the begging, the bone and pink strings of sinew. Want to rip this lesser animal open and roll in the heat within. To lick and taste the thick ropes of muscle that strained both toward and away from the monster on his back. Want for the arterial spray, the saliva, and cum.

The razor nails that were biting into Giovanni's hip scraped bone in an almost loving caress as they came away coated with the crimson fluid pooling under his neck, and painting Xulchilbara's face.
That hand found the young dog's arousal again and spread that sticky, coppery scented fluid across him.
Then the hand followed the curve of Giovanni's back, his bleeding hip to be smeared across the Red God's own erection.

The hand in Giovanni's hair let go, but the vice-like hold of His mouth on Giovanni's spine only increased to sink further into the taut muscle it found, and tongue the major artery that, now severed, pumped the white blond's ( now becoming stained red ) blood down the God's throat.
That hand moved to Giovanni's uninjured hip, and rectified that, blade nails biting into pale flesh on both hips now to hold the man in place while the monster pushed inside.

In one smooth, yet comparitively slow, thrust he was sheathed to the hilt.

This was a position that Giovanni recognized. There was no chance to be resisting the iron-hard grip that Xulchibara had over his body and mind. And he wanted it there - needed the control. Without it, he was directionless. He ground his hips back against the temping bulge, aware that he was being forward and expecting and hoping for a punishment.

He was gratified when the growl reached his most subliminal dog and he hung his head with a gratified, submissive whine as the teeth closed on his neck. The tear of skin, the rush of blood so familiar...

Nearly delirious with lust and pain, he cried out at the burn against his flesh as first the cold air and then the Red God's hellfire burn against his body. His fingers clawed desperately at the floor, sure to leave marks. So far from the surgical precision of the pain he had been forced to endure so many times before; this was pleasure in comparison.

He could feel the inhuman claws against his hips, the grip in his flesh holding him in a painful stillness. Want filled his mind, his arousal left even more painfully untouched. And then there was the scent, the feeling of sticky blood as a sweet caress made him choke and sway, crying out once more.

But there would be more.

There was a blaze of pain as his muscles were torn apart in the Red God's haste to possess him and it pulsed through him like desire.

YEs he whimpered in a half-moan, enough human left in him for tears to leak out of his eyes and drip into the pool of blood on the floor. OH, yES...

The mark on Giovanni's back held the pleasurable burn as he was ruthlessly entered again and again, the blood making the movement smooth as the rest of his body shook helplessly. It was a religious experience. There would be no stopping. If he had not been mad before, the feeling of having this god of chaos within him would have done it. As it was, he merely enjoyed it with a loving fury.

[ooc: The back of Giovanni's neck has a metal "collar" (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d112/theredex/ae_dogs-bNc-ch11-005-1.jpg) around it, but we'll just assume Xulchi is working around that. In addition, he has a long, jagged scar down his back from where the dog's spine was surgically inserted, if Xulchi wants to get into that.]

It had gone far beyond the notion of making love. Such a statement bespoke a gentler play, a slow entwining of limbs and heated whispers that caressed the skin. This was far more primitive. A base need to spread this whimpering dog wide, to fuck, or rip apart....more likely both.
Xulchilbara, by his very nature, was a being of very little temperence, and even less control. The slick, tightness around him, and Giovanni's pleas for more only added to the drowning haze of destructive want.
His teeth sank further with each successive thrust until he was almost surprised to feel the first scrape of bone across them as they held Giovanni's spine.
The God growled into the dog, and toungued that chord of bone lovingly, his cheek brushing against the metal band across Giovanni's neck with each ruthless thrust.

His razor nails sank into Giovanni's hips, and gradually his fingers curled with the mounting sweetness, and the band of tightening sensation across his lower back, warning climax was approaching.
The white blond's hair was sticky with the crimson fluid, and with Giovanni bleeding out so fast from the severed jugular vein, the Red God did not bother to slow his rythm, instead he withdrew one hand from Giovanni's hip, now coated to the wrist in blood.

Reaching past the younger man's hips, blood-slicked fingers curled around Giovanni's own throbbing erection and slid from tip to base to create a ring of thumb and index finger which applied a leg-trembling pressure to the base of his erection.
Pleased with the response, Xulchilbara gave another slick caress in parting, and placed that hand on the floor beneath them, thus achieving more leverage.

Waves of corrosivly sweet sensation poured from him as his fraying control over his own essence made manifest; a rising tide of agonizing bliss.
He groaned again at the spasming response when the better position led to deeper penetration, and rubbed against the white blond's prostate. The God's nails added thier marks to the floor as well, for having found the spot, He pressed against it with each successive thrust, his sharp nails, and sharper teeth sinking into the muscle and flexing tendon beneath him.....fully intending to bring the boy to black out, and climax simultaneous to his own.

The band of sensation was tightening across his lower back, and pulsing downward. A warning that release was not far off.

((OOC: Sorry for the delay ._.;; I didn't mention the collar because I thought it was a bit smaller than that =x;;.
Also: Spine-ripping is for the second date XD ))

For Giovanni, this was the closest to "love" he had ever known.

His skin burned where it struggled to heal itself and was torn open again and again by Xulchilbara's ministrations. By now he was dilerious with pain, hovering on the edge of consciousness as every thrust wrung a hoarse cry from his throat. The aura of the Red God seemed to seep into his wounds and intensified the overwhelming waves of crushing pleasure.

He shuddered as the claws were removed from his hip and the wound was allowed to close, raw pink skin closing slowly and sending off steam. However, all his attention was focused on where that hand went, forcing him to thrust forward into that clawed hand and then back. His arms were shaking as he struggled to hold himself upright; his whole body was shaking with the force of the sensation that flowed through their conjoined bodies - the rush of the God's impending orgasm.

Every thrust sent him higher and higher, ready to fall. He was throughly possessed by this creature, his new Father, and loved him for this present. This was everything to him now.

He didn't bother trying to hold back as each thrust hit his prostate and each resulting jerk of his own only drew his attention back to the teeth buried in his neck. The pleasure crashed through him, tearing him apart from the inside out as his essence joined his blood and tears on the tile floor. He was whimpering helplessly in exhaustion, cleansed by the action, and was fading towards unconsciousness.

The hard spasms of Giovanni's release drew a shuddering groan from the God, and a deeper wash of near-tangible power poured off of him in lapping waves.

I aM tHe CrImSoN OnE.
ThE lIeS aNd ThE mIsT ArE
nOt tHeY BUt I. His scathing voice purred with a blade's cutting edge through the dog's mind.

Giovanni was still caught in the throes of orgasm, whimpering and gasping as Xulchibara pounded into him. His thrusts were hard enough to move the white blond foreward, until the hand that was by now coated to the wrist, and dripping with Giovanni's blood circled the younger man's waist, and held him still.

The pulsing sensation reached a fever pitch, and as Giovanni's vision darkened, the God released his hold on the back of his neck, and reared, his back arching as he thrust as deep as possible into the white blond. A tearing noise somewhere between a growl and a scream ripping it's way from blood smeared lips. as the God came hard and fast. His seed poured from him, a rich gushing that filled the shaking boy under him and flowed over His shaft in waves of debilitating heat. His muscles locked and quivered as he succumbed to the jolting tides of electricity that hammered through his body.
Giovanni was slipping away, and a little shakily, Xulchilbara withdrew from the younger man's body, to ease him into laying on the floor completly. An indolent stretch, and the God lay alongside the wounded, but healing quickly, dog. The blood that pooled around them, and covered His chest, thighs, and wrists was still warm, and felt exquisite on His heated skin.
A moment of silence, and deciding that Giovanni had either passed out, or was close to it, Xulchilbara kissed the white blond's cheek, propped himself up to recline on one elbow, and lick at the blood on his hands and wrists with the satisfied look of a well-fed cat.

" Welcome to the family..." he purred, though it was debatable if Giovanni heard.

((OOC: Bah, sorry for repost. Wanna add anything or shall we mark this one done? =3 ))

Yay~ The End!

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