Title: In from the Cold 1/1
Author: Dark Temptations
Beta: Vash is my Angel
Rating: R
Warnings: Warm Fuzzies
Disclaimer: I do not own Slayers or any of its characters. I also do not own Yugioh or any of its characters. The elf world and its cast of wonderful characters, including Kalin and Dianthe, are the incredible creations of Vash is my Angel and are used in this fic with her permission.
Summary: Xellos receives a visit from his lover, but a blizzard outside has an unforeseen effect on their unusual relationship.
Odd Words: Mordel - another name for Dark Elves.
Author's Notes: The relationship between Xellos and Kalin is a complicated one. Basically, Xellos did something that Kalin cannot forgive - he held on to a Dark Elf named Olwen, despite Olwen telling him to let him go. To Kalin, that is one of the worst crimes imaginable. However, he has been sexually attracted to Xellos since they first met and he knows the Mazoku has done some things worthy of respect. So he's torn. He goes to him, but he hates himself for doing so.
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Dark Temptations Presents
In from the Cold
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Kalin was coming to him again. Xellos knew it. He could sense the Dark Elf's approach, just as he always could. He could taste Kalin's unique mix of lust, hatred, need and self-disgust on the air.
Xellos inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the heady aroma. He tried to resent the fact that the scent alone was enough to make him hard, but he had never been one for lying. At least, not to himself. The truth - as much as it pained him to admit it - was that one whiff of the Dark Elf's arousal was all it took these days to arouse him to aching.
Sighing softly in resignation of his fate, Xellos settled down to await his visitor's arrival.
He knew the drill. Kalin would enter and - without a word - go to the bed, undress and lie down. If Xellos took too long to get there, Kalin would get up and start dressing again. If he still waited, or if he tried to talk to Kalin, then the Dark Elf would simply leave.
Xellos had only made that mistake once.
After Xellos went to him, Kalin would move so he covered the Mazoku. He would prepare him and then enter him. Depending on his mood, the Dark Elf would then either pound him into the bed until they both came hard and fast, or he would lie still for a moment and then move more slowly until they both found their release. Xellos was getting to know which to expect from the taste of Kalin's emotions as the Dark Elf made his way to Xellos's home. After that - Kalin would stand, dress and leave again.
All without uttering more than a few gasped words as they moved together.
Xellos sighed softly again and shook his head. He had not thought it possible, but after several weeks of the same daily routine, he was becoming rather tired of it.
He certainly was not even a little concerned about Kalin's state of mind.
Definitely not.
It was no business of his if the boy hated him with every ounce of will he had, but lusted after him so desperately that he still sought him out to sate his body's needs.
What did he care if the boy was so filled with self-disgust that he was unwilling to allow himself anything more than the minimum of contact necessary to satisfy his urges? Xellos's urges were being satisfied as well and that was all that mattered to the Mazoku.
So what if Kalin refused to allow him to give him any other sort of pleasure? It wasn't like he really wanted to please the young Dark Elf.
He had asked young Dianthe about ways to pleasure a Mordel male purely out of curiosity.
He had stocked up on spiced wine and massage oils for his own use.
He had always wanted a fur rug in front of the fireplace. His testing the fur quality of over a dozen various beasts before settling on which one to hunt down and skin had nothing to do with which one had the softest fur. He had simply not wished to waste his time on hunting an inferior beast.
After all, he had his reputation as the Beast Master to think of.
As for the fact that his bed was now covered in a soft cotton undersheet with a satin oversheet, a fur blanket and a wool coverlet - that had nothing at all to do with Dianthe saying that Mordel had a particularly acute sense of touch and took pleasure in feeling different textures. Xellos had merely grown tired of his usual bed linen and decided to go with something a little more outrageous.
There was a reason Xellos didn't lie to himself.
He was no good at it.
Sinking into his chair a little more, Xellos stared into the fire, pouting.
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The door opened, then closed again.
Xellos stirred in his chair.
Soft footsteps crossed the cottage from the door to the bed.
Xellos put aside his cup of tea and stood up, then stretched slightly to work out the accumulated kinks.
The rustle of clothes being removed came from over by the bed. Only... the sound wasn't quite right.
Xellos frowned slightly and turned to watch Kalin as he undressed. As always, the boy stood facing the bed, his back to Xellos. But it seemed to the watching Mazoku that the Dark Elf's movements were slower and more uncertain than usual. He seemed to be struggling to get his belt undone.
Although it went against their routine and would probably result in Kalin leaving again, Xellos found himself going to the Dark Elf.
Kalin froze when Xellos reached around from behind him and deftly undid his cloak. His hands dropped to his sides and he stood silent and still as Xellos then proceeded to undo his belt. He moved as little as possible when Xellos removed his shirt.
Xellos was frowning at Kalin's unresponsiveness until his hand brushed over the boy's bare shoulder as he pulled off his shirt. He tensed, his eyes widening as he lightly touched Kalin's skin again.
"You're like ice!"
The words burst out without a moment's thought and Xellos mentally winced and slapped himself. What did he care if Kalin was cold? It wasn't like he was concerned about the boy or anything.
"It is snowing."
For a moment, Xellos was certain he had imagined the soft words. Kalin almost never spoke to him willingly. But as he ran through the moment again in his mind, Xellos knew it was one of those times.
He also knew that Kalin must be very cold indeed to have forgotten his hatred enough to speak.
In the time it had taken Xellos to work that out, Kalin had sat down on the bed to pull his boots off. They were wet and slick from the melting snow that covered them and his hands kept slipping. Xellos watched him for a moment, noting how pale and drawn the boy looked, then he batted Kalin's hands aside. Two tugs later and Kalin was bootless and standing up again, pushing his pants down.
Xellos knew he had to time his move perfectly. Too late and he would miss his chance, too soon and Kalin would duck away and begin to dress again. As soon as the boy's pants reached his knees, Xellos acted.
Kalin tensed and went still as Xellos scooped him up into his arms, resulting in his pants falling the rest of the way off. He glared at the Mazoku. "Put me down."
Xellos nodded. "I fully intend to." He strode over to the fire and slowly knelt down, being careful not to drop Kalin in the process. He lowered him to the rug and placed one hand on Kalin's shoulder and the other on his upper thigh. A little pressure was enough to hold Kalin still, although it didn't keep him from snarling at Xellos.
"Let me go."
Xellos looked into Kalin's eyes and smiled his brightest smile. "Ah, now I fear that is something I cannot do. If I let you go, then you will move and I rather like you where you are now." His eyes opened and he gave Kalin one of his rare, completely serious, looks. "In front of the fire, where you will soon be warmed again." He gained some satisfaction from the way Kalin's eyes widened in surprise before they narrowed again.
"What does that matter to you?"
Xellos smiled at Kalin again. "Oh, I am being very selfish, I assure you. I have always found there is nothing more uncomfortable than lying with someone who is cold." He shuddered at the thought.
Kalin looked away. "Then I will not lie with you. Now release me." His hands clenched into fists.
There were two choices and Xellos knew the consequences of both. If he released him, Kalin would leave... but he might return again. If he held him, Kalin would hate him all the more and when he left... he would most likely not return again. Neither option really appealed to him, but one of them did have a small chance for a brighter outcome.
The hand on Kalin's thigh moved, going from holding him to stroking him. Kalin tensed and growled but Xellos merely moved his other hand, stroking it over Kalin's chest. "You are already here. Why not allow the fire to warm you?" His voice was soft, but he was not trying to be persuasive.
Kalin started to push Xellos's hands away, but paused to moan softly as the Mazoku lightly brushed over one of his nipples. He arched a little into the touch and growled again. "More."
Xellos barely suppressed a moan as he watched Kalin move beneath his touch. The firelight flickered over the boy's pale skin, turning it to gold, and caught in his raven hair so it gleamed like obsidian. He was so very beautiful. So very cold.
Despite the warmth of the fire, Kalin was shivering. Xellos frowned and came to a decision. Ignoring Kalin's growls of protest, he rolled him over onto his belly.
Kalin tensed, snarling as he glared at the Mazoku. "What are you doing?"
Xellos smiled brightly at him. "Toasting your other side." His smile faded as Kalin shivered violently and sneezed. There was no time to lose.
A flick of his wrist and a small bottle appeared in his hand. Seconds later, Kalin hissed in surprise as Xellos began to massage the oil into his back with strong, sure strokes.
Kalin started to say something, then seemed to change his mind. He lay quietly, his body slowly relaxing. Then he frowned. "The oil is... warming."
"Yes. It is supposed to do that. It is a special type of oil made on Bakura's world. I have never found anything better for soothing tired muscles. It also seems to be rather good at warming up a cold Dark Elf." Xellos smiled, pleased with the fact that Kalin had stopped shivering and was relaxed and calm.
It didn't take long for Xellos to finish rubbing in the oil. He was mildly surprised that Kalin hadn't reacted when he'd taken advantage of the opportunity presented and had massaged his firm backside, but when he sat back and studied Kalin, the reason for his silence was clear.
The young Dark Elf was sound asleep.
Xellos caught himself smiling and quickly erased the suspiciously gentle expression from his face.
Knowing that if he left Kalin there he was almost certain to succumb to temptation and lie down with him, Xellos carefully scooped the boy into his arms and stood, then carried him to the bed. As Xellos tucked him in, Kalin moaned very softly in his sleep and moved just a little, snuggling into the warmth.
For a long time, Xellos simply stood beside the bed, looking down at Kalin.
Not a trace of expression crossed his face as his hand moved of its own accord and gently stroked the boy's hair. Not a grumble of irritation crossed his lips as his legs carried him against his will around to the other side of the bed. Nor a sigh of resignation as his traitorous body joined Kalin's between the sheets.
As Xellos did his Mazoku best to not snuggle against the warm and firm body of his young lover, he couldn't help but smile a little. It seemed an age-old question had finally been answered.
Yes, Mazoku could indeed fall in love.
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