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Glacial Spirits
By
Shaded Mazoku

Disclaimer: Not mine, won�t ever be. They
belong to Squaresoft. I just play with them�
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Magus x Flea.
Warning: Yaoi, some blood-play, lemon,
Magus being odd, Flea being odd.
Summary: Magus gets a late night visitor.
Stuff happens.

Written under the influence of Malice Mizer�s �Shiroi Hada ni Kuruu Ai to
Kanashimi no Rondo�� Or in other words, blame Mana for this ^_~�

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Cold. Everywhere, it was ice-cold, like
wading through ice water on an early winter morning. Shivering, he struggled
towards the faint light in the horizon. There was something not right about the
light, but he couldn�t tell what. He waded forwards, and he could tell that
there really was an icy liquid around his feet now. When he moved, he made
little splashing sounds, and there was a hauntingly familiar smell in the air.
He knew what he would see if he looked down. He didn�t. Looking up, he realized
that he was nearly there. The light twinkled ahead of him, teasingly, a
swirling mass of black and magenta. He reached out, nearly touching the source
of that light, but something held him back. Something was creeping up his legs.
He looked down, and watched the crimson tendrils twine upwards, from the ocean
of ice-cold blood he�d been wading in. More tendrils joined the first two, and
twined and twisted themselves upwards, restraining him. It was tempting to just
give up and let the crimson liquid consume him, but he couldn�t. Not yet. There
was still so much he had to do. The blood was forcing itself into his mouth
now, drowning him in its coppery taste. He was weakening. The blood had nearly
won. Using the last of his power, he reached out for the light.

And woke up.

The air in the bedroom was warm, in scarp
contrast to the ice-cold blood in his dream had been. It was still night, out
side the windows, he could spot a few bats doing their nocturnal midair
acrobatics. Magus groaned and sat up, shaking his head. His body was soaked in
sweat after the dream. The nightmare, rather, he thought and dragged a
hand through his hair. The dream had come as a total surprise, though. He
hadn�t had a nightmare in years. In fact, he hadn�t had any kind of dream in
years. Not since he�d taken control of the Mystics. But this dream had been
vivid. More like a memory than an actual dream. He could still smell the blood,
could still taste it.

�Bad dream, Magus?� Someone asked from the corner of the room. �I
thought you didn�t dream anymore.� Magus turned quickly, preparing to attack
the intruder. �Honestly, Magus,� the hidden stranger said, soft voice dripping
with cynicism. �Are you going to attack me without any clothing on? Not very
becoming of a lost prince, is it?� Magus growled and stood up, clothes or no
clothes. His heritage was not something he allowed people to trifle with. A
lost prince he might be, but that didn�t matter. He was still a prince, even if
he hardly ever thought of himself as one.

In the shadows, the stranger laughed, a soft, silvery sound that seemed familiar.
�Such a nice view. You could almost make me forget why I�m here,� the stranger
teased. Magus growled, startling himself more than the intruder. The sound
started deep in his chest and rumbled upwards. A soft sigh, of what seemed to
be wistfulness, came from the shadows. �Still very much the Alpha male, I see,�
came the lilting voice. Glaring at the shadows, Magus slowly started an
incantation, prepg tog to annihilate whoever dared sneak into his house like
that. The familiar energy of Dark Bomb filled his body. �No need for that,
Magus. Believe it or not, I�m not here to kill you.�

�Why are you here, then?� Magus retorted, not letting go of the energy
yet. �And while we�re at it, who are you, and how did you get in?� Some soft
giggles came from the corner. �That�s more like the Sir Magus I used to know.�
Another wistful sigh. � I�m here because someone told me that you needed help
and that I was the best for the job. And I came in through the wall. It�s not
that hard.� The intruder snickered. Magus snorted. �I don�t need anybody�s
help. And you still haven�t told me who you are.�

�That, Sir Magus, is because I had hoped you�d recognize me,� the
stranger said, and stepped into the light. The moonlight reflected of a long
white dress, pale skin and long pink h but but the large magenta eyes staring
at him reflected no light at all. They were dark and filled with sadness and
despair. The owner of those disturbing eyes was a creature of incredible
beauty, but right now, the emotion in his eyes drowned it all. �Silly of me to
expect that, of course,� Flea said, softly, not taking his eyes of Magus.

�This is impossible,� Magus said, sitting down at the bed. His spell had
sizzled away in the instant he�d recognized the Mystic. Flea smiled sadly at
him. �Nothing is impossible, Magus. Just highly improbable.� He looked as
though he wanted to cry. His eyes were watery, which made them shine with more
brilliance than ever. Magus had never seen Flea look more appealing. Not that
the Magician wasn�t always beautiful, but he usually acted like a complete
flirt, and like he was a ditz. Right now, he could see right through all those
acts, and see the real Flea. Flea wasn�t exactly scared, but he was sad for
some reason.

�Come closer,� Magus said, looking
at Flea. The Mystic was too far away to properly a c a conversation at this
time of night. �I don�t think so,� the Mystic replied, stepping even further
away. Magus growled again and grabbed Flea�s wrist quickly, pulling him closer.
The Mystic tried to pull away and Magus could feel his muscles move under his
skin, straining against the touch and pushing the veins closer to the surface.
And suddenly he realized just what was so odd about Flea being there, now,
feeling warm and velvety under his fingers. �Oh,� was all he said, all he could
say. Still, he didn�t let go of Flea.

The Mystic smiled bitterly. �Oh, indeed. You would have thought that if
they could bring me here, they could fix that little detail, huh?� He sat down
on the bed next to Magus, dangling his legs. Slowly, his fingers traced over
Magus� hand. �You�ve got big hands,� he said. �Big and strong. For a moment
there, I thought you were going to break my wrist.� He slipped his wrist out of
Magus� grip and replaced it with his hand. �You could break me in two if you
wanted to, couldn�t you?� Flea�s soft words caused a reaction in him unlike
anything he�d ever felt. On one hand, he was appalled that he could do that to
Flea, and that he could all too easily imagine what it would be like, to break
the doll-like Mystic beyond repair. On the other hand, the idea of having so
much power over another being wasilliilling. It was beyond thrilling, actually.

Shaking his head, he realized that he was sitting stark naked on his
bed, in the middle of the night, holding Flea�s hand, yet he had no idea how
the Mystic had come to be there, apart from the fact that someone, someone
powerful, had sent him to help. It struck him as ridiculous, but he didn�t
move, or yell at Flea. �You know,� Flea said, �when you�re not being rude or
anti-social, you�re actually very good company.� Elegant fingers tracing the
veins on his hand accompanied those soft words. It was oddly comforting. Magus
lifted an eyebrow. �Is that so?� Flea nodded and leaned against his arm. He was
oddly warm, everything considered. �Of course,� he said, smiling, �If you had
walked around dressed like that, I don�t think we had been nearly as afraid of
you.� Magus chuckled. He couldn�t help it. Flea grinned. �Naked men aren�t very
intimidating,� he said.

Magus smiled softly, and looked down at Flea, who was still tracing
patterns on his skin. The sadness in Flea�s eyes was still there, and now that
he knew what caused it, it made him feel really terrible. He was the cause of it,
in a way, and there was nothing he could do about it. �This seems surreal,� he
said. Flea craned his neck to look up at him, and smiled sadly. �Yes.� Magus
shivered again, trying to ignore the memories that seemed to flood his mind
every time he looked at Flea. �Don�t worry. I forgave you a long time ago,� the
Mystic said, closing his eyes. �I�m no good at hating you. I like you too
much.�

Magus chocked at that. �You like me? You did nothing but make my life
miserable for years.� Flea smiled slightly. �Well, I do like you. Most of the
time I do, at least. Sometimes you�re just such a pain in the ass that I had to
make you miserable.� He pulled his legs up into the bed and sat on his knees.
�But you always made my life miserable in return,� he whispered. �How?� Magus
demanded, suddenly very aware of Flea�s closeness. �Because you always drove me
crazy, being so damn handsome. I didn�t know whether I should hit you or kissu,� u,� the Magician said, utterly soft. �When you were a child, you were a total
menace with a snotty attitude. I didn�t know who you were then, and I never
understood why you had that superior attitude.� He smiled again, tilting his
head. �Then you grew into a very handsome young man, and suddenly, I had no
idea what to do with you. I was sure I was going to go insane.�

Magus closed his eyes, trying not to look at Flea. Still, he could feel
the Mystic�s hand touch his face, resting along his jaw. �If you had any idea
how much I wanted you back then,� Flea sighed, �but you always loathed me, and
I felt like I�d explode.� Magus snapped his eyes open and found himself staring
into Flea�s magenta ones. Growling, he stopped thinking and pressed his lips
against Flea�s, in a forceful, rough kiss. The Magician blinked at first, but
shortly afterwards, he closed his eyes and responded eagerly to the kiss. Magus
pushed them both down into the mattress, enjoying the feeling of Flea�s skilled
tongue slipping into his mouth. Pulling away to breathe, he bent down and
brushed Flea�s earlobe with his lips as he spoke. �I�ve never loathed you,
Flea. I just never understood you.� He nipped at the earlobe and was rewarded
by the feeling of the Mystic�s body arching up against him. �Ooh. That feels so
good, Magus,� Flea moaned, clawing at Magus� back. �Sensitive ears?�

Flea made a sound between a purr and a hiss as the blue-haired mage�s
tongue snaked around the tip of his ear. �Mm, yessss. Don�t stop.� Magus wasn�t
planning to. Flea looked absolutely exquisite like this, and it had to be the most
arousing sight Magus had ever seen. The Mystic�ss wes were half closed, and
they were gleaming slightly, as if Flea was preparing a spell of some sort. �Do
you always draw on your magic in situations like this?� Magus asked, beforoingoing back to sucking gently on the tips of Flea�s ear. �Mm, no� �Only when I�m
not paying attention to anything but my partner.� The magician�s words were
followed by a soft moan, as Flea arched up against him again. Magus bit down at
Flea�s ear to keep from moaning, wanting to show the Mystic that he was in
control.

Not that Flea made any attempts to change that. He seemed perfectly
content with being controlled, as long as he got something out of it. He ran
his nails up Magus� back before burying them in his shoulder. Magus growled and
pinned both of Flea�s arms to the bed, using a bit more force than absolutely
needed, just to see if Flea would twitch. The Mystic moaned again, lookinge
fe
feral now than earlier. �You liked that, didn�t you?� Magus asked, looking down
at Flea. The magician had bit his lips and blood was dripping from the wound.
�Yessss.� The reply was sibilant, and Magus was suddenly reminded of how little
he knew about Flea.

Sometime after the defeat of Lavos, he had found a book about Mystics in
a shop dealing in ancient books, and what he�d learned had been a surprise, but
at the same time, it had made him feel stupid for not realizing it sooner. The
Mystic race was demonic in origin. Many years before the fall of Zeal, an
entire city of Enlightened had been thrown out from Zeal because they had used
forbidden magic. They had opened a gate leading to the realm of the Shion, a
race of non-violent demons. The Shion, happy to be free from their own realm,
had offered to stay and help the ones that woulter ter be known as the Banished
Ones. By the time Magus had been born, the two groups, Shion and Banished Ones,
had merged into one. The Mystics. A race of demonic origin and great magical
power.

And now, he has one of those creatures pinned underneath him, writhing
in pleasure as he was hurt, and he had no idea what to do. He wanted to just
take Flea, and forget evhinghing else, forget all the bad things that had
happened between them. He just wasn�t sure he could. Flea hissed slightly and
pressed his knee up against Magus� groin, effectively bringing the other man�s
attention back to what they were doing. �Stop thinking so much,� was the
Mystic�s advice as he easily slipped out of Magus grip and wrapped his arms
around the man�s neck. Magus was about to reply, but Flea kissed him before he
could make a sound, hard enough to make him rea tha that perhaps he had
underestimated the small man�s strength and endurance. Then again, he should
have guessed that he had. Flea was a demon, after all, or at least descended
from demons. But the Mystic�s lips where on his collarbone now, hot and eager,
and it made it impossible for Magus to think. Flea was biting softly along the
bone, careful about his sharp fangs. Magus groaned and tried to withstand the urge
to just drop down into the soft mattress. Flea was han aro around his neck,
though, and if Magus let go, he�d trap the small man underneath him.

He carefully lowered them both down, instead, so that he had his hands
free. Slowly, he started undressing Flea, growing increasingly annoyed with the
fabric separating them. Flea smiled and showed Magus how to undo the lace along
the sides so the garment could be peeled off. Magus smiled. The dress was very
much a typ Fle Flea garment, managing somehow to be both pretty and practical.
Flea giggled softly and grabbed Magus� hair to pull him close for another long
kiss. Magus didn�t even try to resist, and occupied his hands with exploring
Flea�s body now that the dress was out of the way. The Mystic was nearly naked
now, dressed only in a pair of lacy panties that would have looked ridiculous
on anyone else, but they looked very sexy and alluring on Flea. He growled and
leaned over to bite at Flea�s neck. The bite was gentle at first, but when the
pink-haired man made a little sound that was halfway between a moan and a
whimper and pushed himself up against his teeth, he bit harder.
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