A Matter of Responsibilities

BY : zeynel
Category: Manga . to F > Devil Devil
Dragon prints: 1123
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil Devil, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

The Disclaimers: I unfortunately do not own Sword, nor Ios, nor Kanna nor
Shekil or any of the others or anything in Devil Devil, or they would all
have long nice mind-blowing sex all the time instead of fighting. I bet they
would appreciate it much more. Sword would complain "he always does", but he
would appreciate. Greatly. Which is why I stole him for this fic. And Ios, too,
of course. None of that would have possible without him. Isn't he a dear?
smile


A Matter of Responsibilities


He was not responsible


He wanted things to be clear about that.


He held absolutely no responsibilities about what happened.


It was all the bloody angel's fault.


Damn.


He was tranquilly in his room when it happened. Well, Soma's room. But that
was the same. Share a body, share the beddie.


Napping.


Half-sleeping.


And with no "lil angels dancing naked in his head, thank you very much.


Absolutely none.


He was ready to swear on it.


And they had not long-blond hair.


Since there was none to begin with.


He was pleasantly dreaming, eyes closed, a smile dancing on his lips. Right
hand making lasy circles on his chest, going lower, lower, stopping just at the
edge of his boxers"


August in Japan was just sooo pleasantly hot, he felt almost like if he was
back home. Back Hell. Warm enough to have nothing more than his boxers on and
that was still too much.


He was half-thinking about throwing it off"


Only problem: it would have require him to move, and he was just sooo
comfortably sprawled on his bed, one arm above his head, resting lifelessly on
his pillow, legs spread, one bent at the knee, his toes curling deliciously on
the sheets, the other falling on the side of the bed"


He let his fingertips slide leisurely under the fabric of the boxer,
half-considering the efforts it would take to remove it. He had almost taken his
decision when two hands, coming from nowhere, two deliciously strong" Err,
Disgustingly Wrong hands appeared from nowhere, gliding on his sides, on
his hips, on his legs, taking with them the annoying item.


He stilled.


And blinked.


Okay.


Right Hand?


On his stomach. Check.


Left Hand?


Above his head. Check.


Other hands?


None belonging to him.


Yet two were definitively still there.


Caressing his sides... Just so, so slowly" Trailing upon his hips... Sliding
on his legs, on his thighs" Up and down, barely there, barely touching, like
butterflies, sending shivers in his whole body"


They were not his.


A weight settled between his legs, one hand falling on his knee, urging him
to spread them more and a soft moan escaped his lips as he did so"


They were not his.


He felt like purring, the shadow looming above him, those magical hands back
on his body, touching, teasing, forming mysterious runes on his chest, on his
stomach, on the inside of his thighs, just there, where his skin was Oh-so
sensitive, never going as far as touching him" Here"


They were not his!


The shadow moved upon him, the weight shifted between his legs, a hand
caressed his face before setting itself near his head.


He opened his eyes.


He wanted to remind he was absolutely not responsible of it all. Had he asked
anything? No. And it all came as a shock to him. Therefore, he was not to be
held responsible.


Okay, he had to admit that he was not surprise to see someone above
him.


I mean, the hands were not his.


So it was not a surprise.


He was not surprised either to notice that it was a male above him.


He was not surprised.


After all, he could recognise the feel of a man's hands. Same kind of
his.


And, to be honest, he had often dreamed about them. Well, not those
specific ones, but male's hands. How they would feel on his body. On his face.
On his chest. Bellow. And deep inside of"


Yes.


Yes, Yes, Yes. Sword the Demon, Evil of Evil, was a virgin.


When related to males, mind you. He was totally on the facts to sex with
females. Loved it. Practiced it with great regularity. When in Hell, mind you.
Here he didn't have that many opportunities.


He blamed Nanami for that.


The other girls, too.


And Sôma.


But Yes. YES.


He was still a virgin.


But only with males! He wanted it to be perfectly clear! He just had no
experience" with males!


It just happened that Shiva had been the only male that he could have trusted
enough to let him" Do that, and Shiva was his best friend. "Bit like
family. And he had never wanted to destroy their friendship. There had been
times when he was almost sure that Shiva Garland was" interested.


But the good opportunity had never presented itself.


NO, HE WAS NOT SHY!


He'd kill anyone daring to even suppose that he was shy!


He was Sword, SWORD, Sword the Demon that even High Class Demons feared,
Evillest Devil Ever or not very far from it, one of the most lethal warrior
around, he was certainly not SHY!


Even if he blushed.


And most of all, he wanted to make it clear that he had not shiver in
pleasure in seeing the angel looming above him! In disgust, yes. Or rather
not.


He had not shivered at all!


That was it.


Not at all.


No delicious shiver coursing through his body from his toes to the tips of
his suddenly red ears, nope. And he certainly did not gasped seeing those
burning eyes fixing him, caressing, eating away his body before fixing
themselves again on his face, imprisoning his gaze in their burning depths.


Nope.


He had certainly not been reduced to a shivering pull of goo by this
stare.


Certainly not.


Denial, thy name is Sword.


He was Sword the Demon, not a pretty boy trembling in expectation under the
angel's eyes!


And he did NOT blush, noticing that the archangel "THAT was an archangel! "
wore nothing except from a jean reeling low on his hips.


Top Button Undone.


He certainly did not blush. And no strangled moan escaped his throat. Not at
all. Certainly not.


And he had looked so kissable"


So NOT, So NOT!


Who says angels were all on the sweet fluffy stuff with no sex life at all?
Perfects innocents Do-Gooders set on purity and all that shit?


Obviously, rumors were wrong.


He certainly did not remember poems or murmurs of deliciously sweet
nothings in his ear or cuddling or romance or a minimal of courting.


Fucking angel, not even acting as expected. Ho could he not be confused after
that?


And his lips"


But it was not he who made the first move! It was Ios. ARGH! HE DIDN'T WANT
TO THINK THAT NAME OUT LOUD! Fucking archangel. Fucking smirking. Fucking with
his mind and his desires.


But he did nothing.


He just" Let him act as he wanted.


Okay, it had been pleasant. But not overly so! And even if his thoughts of
"Hell, he's kissing me, he's kissing me, he's kissing me", "Satan, what is he
doing with his tongue", "felt nice", "not fair, an angel should not
manhandled a demon so easily" had soon fled his head to be replace by a
"hmmmmmm"" and a "MOREMOREMOREMOREMORE!", it didn't mean anything! At All!


Even if he arched in the kiss. He was just trying to" throw the other off!
That's it! He did not get totally hard the instant the kiss was bestowed"
forced! Forced into him! And he did not moans in a litany of IOSIOSIOSIOSIOS
when those lips leaved his own to attack his neck, teeth nipping at the tender
skin, sucking, licking, and he certainly did not scream in pleasure when they
continued they journey below, below, and closed around one nipple, inflicting it
the same treatment before turning to the other.


The angel stopped his movement but he did not beg him to continue, feeling
his smile against his skin when the blond "his hair felt so soft falling onto
his chest, caressing it inadvertently, so nice under his fingers, so good! " the
blond, the blond angel with the mind of a demon just kissed his nipple softly,
licking it tenderly for some excrutating minutes before devouring it
throughroughly, his hand dancing on his burning skin, keeping him in place so he
could do nothing but to endure what was bestowed on him"


He was Sword and did not beg some fucking angel with a devilishly talented
tongue set on torturing him with pleasure know to no man on earth!


He did not beg the bloody dashing blond with the hands of a devil who ignited
a furnace in him with the simplest touch, delighting in caresses, pinching his
nipples almost forcefully before kissing the Oh-so sweet pain away in the most
exquisite way!


He did not beg him to continue, to PleasePleasePlease continue and do
more and anything and that he'd do anything if he could just Pllleeeeeease
continue and touch him again, just that way, and certainly did NOT
scream his name in pleasure when his tongue entered his navel in a silent
promise for more to come.


His legs did not spread further apart without his accord when his
so-hot burning breath fell just here, just on the aching pulsing point between
his legs and he did not gasped, suddenly paralysed, when he felt his hands,
those so damn incredible hands on his ass, squeezing it lightly before sliding
between the two perfectly round globes.


And the Blond" Ios did not chuckled, suddenly amused, while asking him if he
was still a virgin and he certainly did not admit he was!


And the angel didn't ask" didn't ask" What he asked!


He could say it, he was not shy!


He"


Ios"


Did NOT ask "if he preferred to be taken on his back or from behind" and
certainly did NOT add that "nonetheless, he wanted to see his face"!


It was, it was" He was an Evil Devil, for Hell's sake!


Those kinds of things did not happen to Evil Devils!


Particularly those whose name is Sword!


Which is why he certainly did NOT blushed from his little toes to the roots
of his hair while a strangled cry escaped his lips when a lubrificated finger
touched his entrance!


And did not turn his head like a virgin maiden, eyes tightly shut, to avoid
meeting Ios's eyes!


Of course he did not comply when Ios ordered him to open his eyes" But they
did NOT blink open of their own accord when he heard the sound of a zip being
undone!


And he did not cry in shock and a bit of pain when the finger had
suddenly penetrated his little tight virgin hole, his eyes catching at the very
same moment the huge presence of Ios's arousal, long, thick, red and with a bit
of precome already leaking from the tip" A part of him did not gulp
inwardly at the though of the soon-to-be inside of him huge monster whereas
another part of him certainly did NOT rejoice at the though, standing
up even more proudly at the idea!


The Demon he was did not cry again, tears forming at the corner of his
eyes when a second lubrificated finger joined the first and the archangel began
scissoring him, preparing him for what was to come and he did not whimper
when the fingers softly caressed his prostate nor did he began to move in rhythm
to the two and soon three fingers so they would touch this point which each
movements, each entrée, while he begged the angel to PleasePleasePlease without
knowing anymore what he wanted him to do.


And most of all, he did not protest when Ios retired his fingers
because certainly, that was what he wanted, being his enemy and he did
not let him grab his legs, spreading them even more apart, if possible,
nor did he let him lift them, putting them on his shoulders, his tender
ass now soo vulnerable to intrusion, to the beast, the red serpent dripping some
drops of its semence not one inch away from his entrance!


And"


He did not gasped when the archangel bent over, his warm breath
tickling his nose, his body trapped under the one of the tall muscular blond,
completely at his mercy nor where his cries muffled in a kiss when Ios
penetrated him in a swift movement, his whole member entering his little hole,
tearing him apart, ripping him of his last shreds of innocence in one long swift
thrust before pausing a moment, the whole shaft of the archangel buried in him
to the hilt"


The friction of the enormous appendage inside of him hurt and then felt so
good at the same time, it filled him completely and yet he wanted more of it!
The feel of the rough fabric of the jean, so different from the slick feeling
of his sweaty skin was driving him totally crazy but he did not
asked him to move, begging him wantonly to "please, please, he'd do
anything, anything, but please, to give him more' while trying to initiate the
move, undulating under the blond as much as the position allowed him to!


And the bastard!


Stupid fucking deliciously hot moron of an angel smiled, he smiled, those
bloody teasing hands on his hips, stopping all movements despite his best
protests and kissing away at an impossibly slow pace the tears of frustration
that had formed in his eyes before finally caving in and, hands still on him
controlling his movements as he withdrew slowly, slowly, until nothing but the
very tip of his member remained in the demon, this damn creepy mysterious smile
on his lips, Ios rammed back into the willing body, finally letting go of all
semblance of control as he pulled out and in repeatedly, pounding into the
tender body under him again and again and again, each trust more violent and
more deep than the last and Sword could do nothing but to endure the torture
inflicted upon him.


He was nearing the edge, he was so close and yet the damn archangel
interrupted yet again, no more than one second but it felt like an
eternity for the demon reduced to screams of pleasure and pleas for release. Ios
opened his eyes wide, face flushed and eyes burning in passion before entering
him again, changing the direction of his thrusts Oh-so slightly, so deliciously,
his eyes fixed avidly on his face and Sword lose it, his orgasm touching him
harder than it ever had in his whole life as reality disappeared around him
apart from the body of the blond still pounding into him and he just had the
time to feel the blond's climax as he exploded inside of him, his warm seed
spilling into him, before losing conscience.




When he woke up, he was cradled in the arms of the archangel, feeling both sore
and satiated. They were in the blond's bed, the angel having moved them to the
taller room.


The sheets felt nice around his body.


The strong, warm arms embracing him, too"


The blond had finished to take his clothes of, obviously. He could feel his
whole length against him, the angel's lean naked body pressed against his own.
The arms around him felt rather possessive. And protective.


He was please to note that he did not have to fight too much to restrain his
blush. It did not go any further than his neck before retreating on his cheeks
only.


Ios was looking at him, clearly amused and with a smug look in his eyes.


It made him frown. This set the angel into fits of laughter.


He scowled.


He did not want to think about the fact that the blond had not even needed to
touch him here to have him completely undone in his arms.


But he wanted to make it clear that he was not responsible for what had
happened.


Obviously.


The angel was entirely at fault.


With that in mind, he rested his forehead against his lover's chest, closing
his eyes. Time to sleep; stupid angel had worn him out.


The End


Eheh" grins This is what I do when I'm waiting for an English exam"
Sorry for those who expected a new part of Sword ½, but I had to keep thinking
in English! I hope this little ficcie will help you wait for the next part of
Sword 1/2" Lots of kisses!


I just love In Denial Sword" sigh in bliss Normally there
should have just been a kiss and cuddling. Maybe some caresses, but no more. I
got taken a bit far away" Dyou mind? blinks innocently If so, why are you
still reading this?


Wish you lot lots of nice dreams"


Now" Review, pleeeease!



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