Fix This Dying Soul

- Spoil of War -

Now that you can see all you have done
It's time to take that step into the kingdom
All your sins will only make you strong




+ The Last Fix +

Rhadamanthe putted his glass back onto the coffee table with a satisfied sigh. Leaning into the comfy armchair he didn’t spared a look to the imposing wings of the castle that could be seen through the large window, his head falling to the side with a groan. The fire in the chimney created spotted patterns on the heavy black curtains of the dark, richly decorated room which went unnoticed.

Life had been good for him lately, he thought confusedly as another wave of heat ran through his body. So very good…

How long has it been since he brought him home? The Wyvern had lost all notions of time.

His long fingers grasped convulsively tangled locks of blue silky hair, bringing closer to the source of his current raging fever the pale face working between his spread legs. He wanted to lose himself in this wonderful heat, wanted to savor every seconds of it.

A chocked sound caused him to relax his hold, feeling a tingling sensation when that deliciously hot mouth pulled away to let its owner breath. Soft pants echoed like a holy prayer in his ears while wide blue eyes gazed up at him with passion, slight embarrassment and a bit of mischief.

"What’s wrong, don’t tell you are already tired?"

He mocked gently, a teasing smirk already blooming on the corner of his lips though he had lost nothing of his aroused state. The blue haired beauty at his feet merely grinned as best as he could in his breathless state and leaned back against the spectre’s legs.

"You wish! But sometimes I wonder what runs in your veins to cause you to have such stamina; it must be a Scorpio thing."

Rhadamanthe laughed out loud this time, honestly amused. He untangled his hand from the river of blue hair of his lover and pulling him on his knees in front of him, caught the mouth which had been pleasuring him a moment earlier in an intense kiss.

Kanon melted into the kiss with delight, answering back just as strongly. His own moans soon joined Rhadamanthe’s when the Wyvern slipped a hand between his legs to tease his rear, reminding him of the activities to come.

When Rhadamanthe pulled back it was to push his partner down onto the ground, attacking immediately the pale skin of his sensitive neck.

"You have no idea what you are doing to me Kanon."

He growled against a shoulder, feeling a hand running through his short blonde hair.

"I can say the same about you."

That soft, breathless whisper was his undoing. This uncertain, totally trusting little voice in his ear always managed to drive him out of his mind with lust, jealously and possession.

Biting fiercely the same shoulder he had been nuzzling before, Rhadamanthe forcefully spread the long legs of his slave, his lover, his love…

"And it better stay that way forever, because you are mine!"

The words came to him naturally. There was no shame, no pain nor denying now. Just pure desire and need. Something so strong and fulfilling it could only be love… And his other half was answering in kind…

"Yes!"

It wasn’t near as steady as his own voice had been, mainly due to the sinfully pleasurable assaults the ex saint was submitted to but who cares? His Kanon was totally pliant and opened under his hands, making it impossible to resist anymore as he settled himself between those enticingly and wantonly offered thighs, entering the warm body in one thrust.

Kanon’s screams was stifled with another soul stealing kiss while their hands locked together above their heads, their minds and bodies lost into overwhelming pleasure.

The man who had been a saint of Athena was giving himself with no restrain to his former nemesis, surrendering totally to the expert touches and sensations the Wyvern was creating in him. Kanon was no longer bonded to his former life and beliefs. He had chosen to stop fighting and to embrace the surprisingly loving and comforting darkness that was the spectre, finding what he had been missing in his forced captivity which had turned into so much more than he had ever hoped for.

Rhadamanthe bit back a howl as he emptied himself into the shuddering body, feeling Kanon’s own release which only strengthened his own, knowing he was the one procuring such pleasure to the blue haired man.

When they fall back onto the floor, exhausted but sated for now Rhadamanthe wrapped a possessive arm around the languid body of the being he had come to love, the being he had turned over to his side and made his, body and soul.

Rhadamanthe dropped a light kiss on the moist skin of an elegant shoulder and tightened his hold slightly. Kanon would forever be his most prized possession, his love, his everything. And no one could or would ever oppose him.

Glancing over to the bed, the spectre gathered into his arms his lethargic half before bringing him to the bed and slipping under the sheets with him, smiling when Kanon cuddled against his chest.

Outside night had fallen on Hades’ realm and the barely audible sound of the unfortunate tortured souls in the realm of the God of the Dead created a soothing lullaby to the Wyvern.

Closing his eyes contently Rhadamanthe waited for sleep to take him. He wasn’t in a hurry.

After all he had forever to spend with his lover.

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Shadow: Here is the end of my little tale. I’m very proud of  this fic I must say, I quite enjoyed the idea of having the dark side winning for once. And the turning of Kanon to the ‘dark side’ in this case was quite fulfilling and pleasing. Though this fic kinda got out of hand in this last chapter, they weren’t supposed to do anything more than a fellatio but Rhadamanthe had others things in mind it seems. ^^;;