#djeebeli

 The all too familiar voice lulled too close to comfort beside her. Her body still ached, still cried for the feel of soft bed in her room. A low groan peeped just the slightest from tightly pursed lips.  As for Belial, he concluded the sound akin to something of sheer, disgusting acceptance. “It seems you’re a little worn out, Singularity.” Hands on his hips, Belial bent closer to her face. “Did lil ol’ Sandy get you so worked up? I see your legs are shaking.” White teeth gleamed menacingly at the scornful skyfarer. “Is that sweat between your legs? Or…do I see a trickle of something thicker the more you shake?”  If it wasn’t for the fact that she was so agonizingly exhausted, she would swing one fist to his face right now.  Brown eyes shot a deadly glare at a pair of reds. Dizzy as she may be, Djeeta could perfectly make up the sharp shape of his dangerous face. “There was…” Her voice ragged, wheezed just the slightest, “…a primal beast that went loose a few days ago…” Ugh, even her throat felt sore. The Captain tried to shake her head, but the intention stopped short when she remembered what happened the last time she did that.  “I’m just—tired.” Truly, she didn’t have time to deal with him right now. Nearly a week of handling a stakeout, only to then deal with a powerfully furious primal beast really did take a toll on her physically and mentally.  Laughter beamed disgustingly in the bright blue skies.  “Oh, you poor thing.” Not a twinge of guilt trickled his tone at such a guiltless laugh. “Was the beast too big for you to handle? No wonder you’re shaking.” One hand lightly tapped his lower, red lip. “Next time, you should start with something smaller, though wider in girth, I might add.”  Gods above, she wished she had even the tiniest bit of strength to slap his mouth off his face.  A deep breath was taken. A deep sigh was exhaled. “Bye Belial.” She wanted to get out of here. She needed to get out of here. As much as she actually found it enjoyable about the fallen angel’s shitty remarks, her drained body and mind truly made her irritated by his presence alone.  Without a word, though mildly aware of his stupid smirk, Djeeta moved forward.  Or at least, that’s what she thought. ---  “Oop.”  With swift moves and a quick mind, Belial easily caught her falling body with one arm.  Did she get smaller? He wondered.  Right arm draped under her stomach, Belial stretched his left hand and held her shoulder. Indifference outlined every inch of his face as he turned her. The Singularity’s head tilted backward, which he then slid the same hand to the back of her head for support.  She was alive; the first thing that came into his mind was that.  Funny, he laughed a little.  Crimson eyes scanned her body from head to toe. Bits of blood and dirt marked her armour and skin. A single whiff was all it took for the Primal to confirm that the blood on her wasn’t actually hers.  Very funny, he found himself amusing.  Her breathing was steady, albeit a bit slow. Her heartbeat was normal, though chest heaving slightly. One hand still on the back of her head and on her back, Belial leaned closer.  She looked fragile, small.  He knew she was anything but.  The Singularity stirred lightly in his arms. Indifference flickered to amusement. Amusement sparked akin to something of an emotion he would not dare to perceive. With swift and nimble movements, Belial moved his hands and quietly carried her in his arms.  Her head tipped to his neck. Her nose and lips brushed against the warm surface of his skin.  He was slowly starting to find this not funny anymore.  “You better wake up, Singularity.” Huskily he whispered, tone dark and low as he lowered his head towards her. “Or else I’ll wake you up myself.” Distance dangerously close like the many times he had done to her, Belial gently bumped the tip of his nose against her forehead.  Her eyes were still closed.  Curiosity tweaked along indecency. His nose slid down between her eyes. Luscious lips hovered around her own. Warm breath caressed the corner of a pursed mouth. Her skin felt smooth, he noted. Despite the faint scars on her cheeks, her skin felt soft and plush with the caress of his nose. Not once did his gaze wander away. Each sight he took stuck deep inside his mind. Each scent he sniffed sent a knot inside his stomach.  Hunger lurched from within; Belial brought her closer.  This wasn’t getting funny for him.  Sharp teeth gritted inside a closed mouth, he calmly walked towards her room. ---  Once he reached inside her room, Belial soon realized that his sanity was near to snapping when he felt her nudge closer.  “Getting daring, are we?” Sharp teeth gleamed maliciously as he whispered on her forehead. Door kicked gently with one foot, the Primal walked towards her bed. Gently he placed her, hands then slid and caressed the side of her waist and cheek.  He didn’t want to lose the touch of her body. Not yet.  This slowly infuriated him, and he knew damn well why.  Upon feeling the magnificent feel of a soft mattress, Djeeta stirred and mumbled until her back sank cozily into it. Her head tipped slightly to the right. Pale pink lips then parted as air started to flow regularly from her.  He hated that he couldn’t take his eyes off her.  Why would he feel this way? When did he feel this way? Love was a mass of contradictions; he remembered saying that to the one person he loved and devoted to all his life. But as years and years passed by since she accepted him into her crew, Belial soon realized the feelings he had for his creator before were slowly passed down to the last person he wouldn’t dream of.  The pain was unbearable—worse, if nothing else.  She cared for him. He sourly remembered how she saved him from his anticipated doom. He wished to die, to finally rip this disgusting immortality if it meant being with the one he loved. But alas, it seems fate was his worst enemy as he was saved, as he was still alive.  She saved him. She was the first one to trust him. Distrust and doubt heavily lingered in the air of his presence. Even Belial knew that it would take a millennia for Sandalphon to trust him. In truth, the Supreme Primarch would rather have his head rolling down to the endless land below than to see him walking about as if he belonged in the Grandcypher.  He didn’t.  But she made him think that he did.  Ah, he despised this.  A tiny frown curled the edges of his lips.  3 years had passed. He wanted to betray her. To kill her. To avenge the sins she had shamelessly committed against him and his beloved. He wished so sorely to rip that smile off her face, to bite those lips and tear it mercilessly until blood spurted out like vile, bloated paint. He craved deeply to shove one hand into her stomach, to clutch her intestines and rip them out like strings of flesh.  All those years were perfect as he fooled her to gain his trust.  But, as the years passed by, Belial soon realized that he was the one who got fooled.  She took notice of him. She laughed at the countless innuendoes he had spurted at her. Though at first she either got flustered or angry after his brazen comments, it would seem that the Singularity got used to him so fast that now, every nasty remark he made whether it was about her or anyone, would be responded with a roll of her eyes or a laugh.  The latter was baffling when he first saw it.  He hated it.  He hated that she went to him when he got injured. He hated that she oftentimes came to him to check on his wellbeing, He hated that she gave him chocolate for Valentine ’s Day – 3 years in a row now without fail. He hated that she made him want to return the favor during White Day. He hated that she entrusted him on many missions, on trusting him to have her back. He hated that she would find time to talk to him, to be near him.  He hated that he now anticipated all those times alone with her.  He hated it. Hated it. He was meant to betray her. To take her life for another. He was supposed to tear her limbs apart, not hold her hands. He was supposed to choke out her screams, not bring out bubbles of laughter. He was supposed to rip her mouth apart, not crave for a warm, wet touch.  He was supposed to make her shriek in agony, not moan in needy, delicious pleasure—  Creak…  The faint sound brought him back to reality. Crimson eyes darted forward, realizing that his left hand had tightly clutched the sheet beside her head. Heavy breathing halted immediately in his lungs, for Belial quickly realized the position he had placed himself in.  There, leaning and towering above the sleeping Singularity, Belial remained frozen in his place.  She slept so peacefully. Slumber and fatigue knocked her cold despite the shift in weight of the mattress. The Primal stayed perfectly still, legs locked on the sides of her right leg. Shock rarely flashed his face, but now was one of the rare moments that it did. He didn’t know how it happened, how he had lost control of the reality around him.  Ah, he figured, gaze fixated on the sleeping person below him, it’s because of you.  Crimson eyes darted low to her nose, lower to her lips. Soundless sights brought him to her moving chest, to the tiny crack of her breasts that nuzzled cozily in the squeeze of her clothing.  A single gulp burned his throat.  “Wake up, Singularity…” His voice croaked, choked. “Or are you having such a wonderful dream without me?” His arms stiffened by the sides of her head. Body levelled a few inches above hers, Belial lowered until lips neared her left ear.  “What are you dreaming right now?” He hoped it was about him. “I wonder if I can make your dreams more pleasant…” He desperately hoped he invaded her mind.  Because fucking hell, she surely was invading his—  A hiss spat through clenched teeth at the sound of her sweet, soft moan.  Fingers curled to tight knuckles. “Singularity…” The nickname slurred heavily near her ear. “Singularity…” His lower hip arched and stilled. The hunger inside of him burned, flared, scorched madly with every sound of her breathing. Irises squeezed to slits, Belial brought his head up and lifted her chin with one hand.  His thumb caressed her lower lip. Inviting. Tempting. Putting fuel to the fire down south.  “Singularityyy…” The word heaved so faintly. “Singularity…” His breathing was warm with lust. Eyes were glued on her face, on her lips. Belial inched closer…“Wake up…” and closer…“Djeeta—”  The split second her name broke out of his waiting lips, he stopped immediately.  As if the name alone was a spell that broke the curse, Belial snapped back. Both hands pressed hard on the sides of her head. Both eyes hazed and sharpened at nothing in particular.  He then saw her.  He saw a tiny smile. Sincere. Loving. So filled with bliss he knew damn well he could never have.  Ah, turns out there was a far greater pain than losing his messiah.  In a blink of an eye, Belial jumped off her and stumbled a few steps back.  Minutes felt like hours for the Primal. He gaped and gawked as she slept so soundly. Heat still rushed through his body. Shivers still prickled every inch of his skin. The tightness in his pants ached for a touch – for her touch – but Belial was too preoccupied with bafflement to settle his desires.  His desires for her.  His desires for her love.  Ah, the pain was getting unbearable again.  And yet he smiled, then broke to a short, demeaning laugh. Both hands cupping his beet red face, he stared at the Singularity – at the captain, at the fragile mortal, at the only creature who accepted him.  How amusing.  Sliding one foot backwards, Belial limply slid his hand to where his heart bled.  How fucking amusing.  Face still burned a bright red, heart still pounding at the speed of sound, Belial turned around and stampeded his way to the door.  No reason… He chuckled bitterly, scornfully. No reason…  As one hand clutched the doorknob and whipped the door open, Belial quickly made a silent escape out of the bedroom.  No reason for me to deserve your love…  A single teardrop hit her bedroom floor before he left. END

 But the feel of her body pulling back cuts back the heavy desire, which makes Belial forcefully stop himself momentarily to look at her.  Or rather, pout at her.  “Listen to when people are talking.” One finger playfully taps his mouth; she lets out a tiny ‘eep’ when her index finger gets cupped by those wet lips. “Belial…”  Astrals, he wants to hear his name again.  A single flick on her finger, and Belial lets her pull out. “You were saying, my darling?” Shifting his position on the bed, the Primal humps once, edging a reaction that he will surely remember for the rest of forever.  A silent gasp parts from pretty pink lips to feel something warm and hard against her soaked crotch.  “Geez…” Trying her best to keep a sane mind, Djeeta opts to gently tap his nose next. “You want me to continue my thoughts but you keep distracting me.”  She’s one to talk about distraction.  “Well, it’s not my fault you look like a feast.” Arms now wrapped around her waist, Belial flashes a guiltless grin. “Okay, okay…” Huffing in mock defeat, he bumps his back against the headboard. “I’ll behave for 5 minutes.” A naughty hand slides downwards to her butt, palm then gently pats one cheek which makes her jump again.  5 minutes is way too long, he moans inwardly.  Biting back a wider smile, Djeeta juts out her tongue.  5 minutes is definitely way too long, he gulps back a growl.  “Can you imagine?” She tilts her head slightly, not hoping for an answer. “5 years ago, if anyone were to tell me that I’ll be dating Belial – of all people – I’m pretty sure I’ve landed a good fist on their stomach.”  Curiosity turns to mild surprise. Attention now fully given to her scenario, Belial raises an eyebrow. “Oh, is that so hard to believe?” Without waiting for her response, he gives her butt another squeeze. “I am quite charming, you know. A lot of men and women were swooned by me, and I didn’t even have to try back then.”  He loves her laugh. He loves her laugh. He is in love with her beautiful laughter.  “Yes but still.” She playfully ruffles his messy hair. “You did try to kill us all before. So forgive me if I didn’t find you charming back then.”  “Ah.” A single bob of the head is given. “That’s fair. I know that’s not your thing.” It is his turn to laugh once he feels her delicate hand slap his chest. “So, are you telling me that you’ll punch them if they ask you whether or not I’m fucking you?”  “Wow.” At times, she’s in awe that she’s used to his language. “If it’s anyone but you, I’ll punch them for using that kind of language.” Feeling that her legs are growing numb, Djeeta adjusts her position. She pulls herself up – a single giggle bursts out to feel strong hands firmly holding her waist as if he’s afraid she would leave – and stretches her legs forward. Pressing her knees to his sides, Belial takes the hint and scoots forward. Arms never leaving his head and shoulders, the Singularity casually wraps her legs around his waist.  Is it 5 minutes yet? Belial desperately wonders.  “I just want to let you know that I never regretted it, though.”  Her words, soft and close, warm and gentle, brings him back to reality. There he sees her. He sees her warm brown eyes. He sees the sharp colour of her dark iris.  “I never regret it at all.” Her voice lowers, husked with love and sheepishness. “Me 5 years ago hated you before and thought wrongly of you. But me now thinks the world of you.” Shock is obvious in his face – an emotion that only she can bring out, can see from him. “Me now loves you a lot, Belial.” Her face flushes, even more than minutes ago. The beat of her heart is loud, too loud as it resonates against his chest. Her gaze breaks away from him just second; the heat of his shocked stare is making her melt.  She takes a deep breath, then looks up into a pair of gorgeous crimson eyes.  “I love you.”  Her words ring true. Ring clear. Her words are a bell that chimes beautifully in her ears. Her words are a breath of fresh air that gives him life in this world.  Silence hangs in the Captain’s quarters. While they have long confessed to each other, Djeeta feels nervous all too suddenly to wait for a reaction from him. A smile sheepishly curls the corners of her lips. A sigh stammers weakly in hopes to rid of the awkward air. “Beli—eek!”  Things move so fast. Next thing Djeeta knows, her back is now pressed against the soft mattress. Both hands are pinned and positioned on either sides of her head. Realizing that her eyes were squeezed shut at the impact, she quickly snaps her eyes opened.  A gasp escapes sharply to see a pair of passionate crimson.  “I love you.”  Her heart feels as if it has stopped.  This isn’t the first time he has said it. She has heard it from him many times after they’ve confessed. Whether it was in the public eyes of the crew or in the silent hums of their alone time together, Djeeta shouldn’t feel so out of breath to hear those words from him.  But she did.  Never has she heard him say it in such a way. So even. So low. So filled with emotions that filled her so much.  Brown eyes scan his face. Not a trace of teasing. Not a trace of a smirk. He seems serious. He is serious. Belial is one of many emotions, yet he is a master of hiding his feelings well. No one can read him. Everyone is easily frustrated when they fail at trying to unfold his true self.  But Djeeta is the only exception.  “I love you.” Again he confesses. Palms pressed into the soft mattress, he leans closer. “I love you so much, my saviour…” The tone of his voice lowers, deepens. Palms replaced by elbows, Belial brushes his lips against hers.  “I love you so much…” Chuu… “My Djeeta…” Once again his emotions get the better of him, he kisses her deeply. Chu—over—chu—over—chuu—and over again. Warm breaths ghosting wet lips, Belial brings his tongue out and pokes her mouth, desperately seeking for an entrance.  She gives consent, and he groans shamelessly at the delicious taste.  Body gently pressed against hers, Belial kisses deeper. And deeper. His tongue plays with hers, twisting and turning and lapping and poking. He feels her moan. He feels her hips arch upwards.  He wants her. He needs her.  Never breaking the kiss, he starts to hump gently. Up and down and up and down in a tantalizing move. The kiss is broken momentarily to hear her gasp meekly. Belial wastes no precious moment and locks her in a heavy kiss.  His aching cock brushes her wet crotch; Belial knows the long, needy moan that heaved in the air belongs to him.  “—ant you—” One hand quickly drops down to her butt. “I wa—ah—ant you…!” He gives it a rough squeeze, then pushes her hips upwards until her soaking need presses hard against his hungry desire.  He wants more.  “Aah—!”  So does her.  Her legs winds around his waist. Desperation thickens heavily around them, Djeeta grinds shamelessly until she hears that deep, dangerous growl she loves so much.  A smile shakily curls the corners of her lips to feel desperate fingers tugging her soaked panties.  “I love you…” His voice is the only thing that will forever echo in her soul.  “I love you…” Her voice is the only thing that will forever fuel his beating heart. END

 “Ensure the other failed experiment is terminated tomorrow.” He continued scribbling, the tip of the quill now echoing in the room. “If it starts to show force, ends it immediately before you rip it apart.”  Shivers ran down the Primal’s spine. “Oh, how I do love your dirty talk, Faa-san.”  Ignorance was once again his response.  Belial was used to it. He was used to this cold behaviour, to this icy attitude. He shouldn’t expect much, shouldn’t anticipate much, but a part of him – a teeny, tiny part of him – vainly hoped for sign of attention.  Crimson eyes glanced at the Astral’s lap.  He wondered what it’s like to lay his head on them.  A twinge of nerves – fear, was it fear? – shook his body, sent prickles down the back of his neck.”Faa-san,” he called again, voice still seeped with devious neediness. As expected, Lucilius didn’t reply, eyes ever glued to the papers that sprawled messily on his desk.  Belial wished the Astral would be the mess on the desk instead.  “Faa-san…” Tone slowed, evened slightly to catch his attention. The sound of scribbling still continued, now edging him a bit to know that the quill got more attention than him. “Oi, Faa-san—”  “What.” Lucilius then snapped, his free hand slammed once on the table. His gaze however never fell on the Primal; ego and annoyance glued his position from head to toe.  Belial would take it. A slight pang that he could only guess was heartbreak hit his heart, but he would take it. “I did something dirty for you, you know.” White teeth gleamed maliciously under the sun’s brilliant rays. “Don’t I at least get a reward for being a good boy?” One foot stepped closer until his hip gently bumped the table. “For once, being obedient isn’t so bad, and I even cleaned by hands in case you want me to warm up that lithe body of yours.” His smirk ever devilish. His tone ever husky. Belial only gazed at the silent Astral.  His eyes remained hopeful, focused.  “Go away, Belial.”  His heart remained cracked, twisted.  “Aww, come on, Faa-san—”  “Go away.” Hatred seethed between tightly clenched teeth. “Before I decide to terminate you instead.”  Belial didn’t realize that his hand had stilled as he tried to reach for him.  Without waiting for a response, Lucilius continued writing. Dark irises were focused, too focused, at the writings mostly he could understand. Pale lips pursed tight, then relaxed to a straight line as his attention drifted back to his findings.  Not a sound peeped from the Primal.  Slim fingers held perfectly still. Then seconds, long, ticking seconds, echoed in the room before he slowly curled them into a fist. Silence still hummed from him. The smile he wore slowly faded to a frown – the tiniest frown that no one could ever realize except Lucilius.  …Assuming he would ever look at him.  The twitch only lingered in seconds, however, before the bittersweet smile curled each corner of his red lips.  “Fine, fine. Faa-san doesn’t feel like fooling around today.” The chuckle was forced and heavy. “Maybe tonight? Or next time?”  Not a single reaction.  “Next time it is.” He expected this. To be ignored. To be dismissed completely. All the things that made Belial love him unconditionally.  So focused. So stiff. Lucilius was perfect and beautiful like this, Belial wondered what it’s like to see him break into a moaning, panting mess.  The tiny pain in his heart shook him back to reality.  Crimson eyes stared at his lap again.  Knowing full well that he wouldn’t be treated to anything today, Belial finally slid a few steps back. The signature smile curled spitefully, he himself basking in the ignorance that now clawed his heart.  Without a word, Belial gave a single bow and walked towards the door. The sound of Lucilius writing still hummed like a song. The hollow beat of Belial’s footsteps accompanied suit.  He hated that quill.  After the silent slide of his body out the room, Belial closed the door behind him.  He wondered what it’s like to be his and his alone. ---  He wonders what it’s like to be close to her.  “Singularity.” His voice lulls a singsong tune. Standing beside the focused Skydweller, Belial leans forward. “Oh Singularityyy.”  Feeling that someone was close along with hearing the sound of her many nicknames purring in her left ear, Djeeta turns her head. “Oh, Belial!” Surprise gleams in her glorious brown eyes. A smile instinctively tugs the edges of her pretty pink lips.  This bothers the Primal a bit.  Still, his smile ever loyal on his face, Belial dramatically stretches one hand to the side. “You should be happy to know that I’ve taken care of those naughty monsters.” The smile curls into a cocky grin. “It wasn’t satisfying, though. They broke so easily the moment I started to show force. One even had its legs spread far too apart, it ripped its body into two.” A sign slipped between his laughter.  The corners of his eyes twitch just slightly when he hears her laugh.  What an annoying sound.  “Thank you, Belial.” Honesty hums in the air. “Those monsters weren’t that hard, but it did hurt the villagers that we passed by yesterday.” The book that she was reading now placed on her lap, Djeeta taps her lower lip with one finger. “Let’s just hope we got every last of them.”  Crimson eyes dart to those luscious lips. “I assure you, every single one of them are broken to a point where they can never move again.” The laugh cracks around them. “They were too soft too. Makes me wish for something harder…” Tone lulls huskily as eyes remain fixed on her tiny pout. “Bigger…”  Unaware of the lustful gaze he gives her, Djeeta merely gives a shrug. “Oh well.” She caught his perverted remarks; she just chose to ignore it.  He knows she knows what he means.  “Thanks again.” Head turned in his direction, her smile flashes even brighter.  His heart feels heavy all of a sudden.  “Anything to satisfy you, Singularity.” Every single reaction bothers him. Every single reaction that doesn’t involve her ignoring him brings a squeeze to his once cold dead heart. Belial watches as the Captain continues her reading, probably assuming that he has done talking to her for day.  He technically is.  He just doesn’t want to be.  He isn’t used to this. He isn’t used to this cheerful, receptive attitude. He shouldn’t expect much, shouldn’t anticipate much, but a part of him – a teeny, tiny part of him – vainly wonders if he deserves such an attention.  He wonders if he could deserve more.  Crimson eyes dart to the book in her hands – how he envies that book. Sharp, silent gaze lowers to her chest, her stomach, then to her stretched legs, and finally, her lap.  He finds it annoying that anxiety pricks his heart.  “Hey, Singularity…” His voice is a master of deceit, for it perfectly masks the bundle of nerves that starts to compile from within. He waits for a reaction, and a reaction she gives when she lowers her book and willingly looks at him.  Willingly. Curiously. Patiently.  Everything he never knew he could get.  “I did something dirty for you, you know.”  He wants more.  A single eyebrow arches on her forehead. Though verbal response is void, Belial knows she is patiently waiting for his next words.  More… “I basically obeyed your orders like a good little boy.” One foot slides closer. “The least you can do is…oh, I don’t know, give me a reward?” Devilish grin curls wider.  This time, silence becomes his answer.  He’s supposed to be used to this. He should’ve expected this sort of reaction from the start.  And yet, as crimson eyes gleam in hidden desperation and grin slowly fades to a teasing smile, Belial huffs out a bittersweet chuckle before adds, “Maybe next time the—”  He stops when he witnesses her placing the book by her side.  Her head lowers. Strands of blonde hair cascades down to vainly hide the emotion that now burns each cheek. Pink lips purse slightly, tightly, then pops to a single breath. The atmosphere around them seems intense, yet neither move too much in fear that this moment might shatter like glass.  “Sit.”  Shoulders actually flinch to hear her voice. “Hmm?”  “Sit, Belial.” Her voice was firm yet gentle. Sharp but soft.  It sends shivers up the back of his neck.  Curiosity hovers in his head, Belial plops a seat next to her. Like a cat being adorably obedient to his master, he tilts his head slightly.  She still isn’t looking at him.  She is, however, moving one hand towards him.  Curious. Then confused. And before Belial could ask of her actions,  Plop.  The next thing he knows, his head has landed on something soft.  The air around them intensifies to a hundred.  For the first time in his 2000 years of living, Belial was stumped stupid.  Minutes feel like hours. Hours feel like days. And it isn’t until he hears her voice that he is finally slammed back to the world he despised living it.  Head snaps to the side. Dumbfounded gaze fallen to the silently sheepish Captain above him.  “What…?” she finally mutters, denying the foolish thing she has ever done today. “You said you wanted a reward. And unless you can prove me wrong, you’ve been eyeing my lap for a few long seconds while I was reading.”  Ah, so she realized.  “S-So anyways…” She keeps talking, keeps masking her blush in vain, “I figured that it’s a nice sunny day and I’m cozy here and we’re both out here alone…” Astrals, she should shut up soon. “And uh…y-you…did say that you did good job….which, you did.” Okay, she’s going to shut up.  Just not now. “You did great. You’ve been nothing but helpful all these years. You proved yourself to be a trustful member of the crew. I’m so proud of you, you know. Super proud.” She should really keep her hands to herself too, “And I—I’m so happy to have you with me…” because before she knows it, slender fingers have caressed his deep dark hair.  Finally, silence stitches her mouth.  But she is too late, for both of them now remain stiff-silent at her words and actions.  He gapes at her. She refuses to return his baffled stare.  Here it comes, she agonizes. He’s going to give some perverted comments and I either have the choice to deafen it out or push his head away. The latter seems tempting. But the feel of his surprisingly soft hair provides to be the better temptress.  So Djeeta opts to just close her eyes, to just drown out any unnecessary verbal abuse he was ready to give her—  “Thank you, Djeeta…”  Brown eyes feel like they are about to pop out.  Is she deaf now? She is pretty sure she is deaf now. Unless she heard him wrong, unless the man on her lap isn’t actually the Belial, Djeeta could swear he had said—  Finally she looks at him.  He isn’t looking at her anymore.  He doesn’t say a word. Is he asleep? He sounded like he was mumbling. His head faces forward, body unmoving as he lies on his right side. Concern scratches the lines on her face, so Djeeta carefully leans forward to get a better look.  His eyes are closed. His breathing is even.  Ah, so he really is tired. The smile that quivered ever so harshly minutes ago finally breaks free. Heat burns in each cheek. Heartbeat echoes a bit too loudly in her chest.  He looks so peaceful.  Her back straightened against a wall, Djeeta breathes out a sigh of relief. Jeez… She wonders how she manages to survive all these years, what with her reckless and spontaneous attitude and all. Amusement tickles her throat. Warmth seeps into her suddenly hot neck.  Her palm falls gently into his thick hair again.  “Sweet dreams, Belial…” Fingers trace along the curve of his left ear. Hearing his breathing as a sign of a reply, Djeeta giggles quietly before reaching out for her book. ---  Hours passed by quickly before the sun decides to set.  And it was those long hours that kept Belial awake and tortured.  “And I—I’m so happy to have you with me…”  He feels tired. So tired.  Those words ring true in his ears, in his mind, in his aching heart. Though Belial has tricked her into thinking he had fallen asleep, the Primal wished could trick himself into thinking this was never real.  But it is.  It is. And he hates that he’s both distraught and exhilarated by it.  He feels her left hand on his shoulder. He feels her right hand on his head. Belial ponders when exactly she decided to lull into slumber. The book she was reading had plopped by her side. The sounds of her giggles and hums are now replaced with calm breathing.  He wonders if he deserves all of this.  “And I—I’m so happy to have you with me…”  Carefully, silently, he sits up. Her hands drop by her side.  He hates that he misses her touch already.  “And I—I’m so happy to have you with me…”  Dull, crimson eyes stare at the woman next to him. She seems so peaceful, so calm. Everything about her radiates the sun, the moon, the life that walks on this earth.  And she notices him. She accepts him. For all of his flaws and sins, she accepts him.  “And I—I’m so happy to have you with me…”  Fingers clench tightly against the wooden tile. A broken gaze emptily stares at her, at her face, at her closed eyes, at her nose.  At her lips.  They were slightly apart. Each lip looks plump, looks inviting, and Belial holds back a growl that beckons to escape his throat.  She is helpless in front of him. There isn’t a single weapon in sight. Belial could take her right now. He could put his hands around her neck and choke her if he wants to. Although she is known for her incredible strength, the Primal knows it will be too late before she could stop him from ending her.  Both hands move to her direction.  Expression is void from the fallen angel. Not a peep. Not a sound. A smile he is so often seen with is gone, instead replaced with a thin line of sheer apathy.  His hands move to her. Closer. And closer.  She is all his. He will soon be free from this emotional turmoil.  Closer…and closer…  He can finally have his revenge. He can finally hear that delightful choke that will happily push him into an orgasm.  So his arms stretch towards her, closer to her.  He can end this. He can finally have what he wants.  He can finally…finally…  “And I—I’m so happy to have you with me…”  Her skin is finally felt by his fingers.  Her neck. Her shoulders. Her body.  Under the orange hue that colours the calm sky, a slow groan fills in the heavy silence.  Both arms remain tight around her shoulders. Both arms shake pitifully as he tries to tighten his embrace.  Chin rested on her right shoulder, Belial shakes his head slowly. Crimson eyes regain its mortality – or something akin to whatever he is feeling right now. Deep breaths are in and out…and in…and out. He stares at nothing in particular, for his vision is now filled with her.  Her smile. Her laugh. Her kindness. Her strength. Her.  The vision is slowly starting to blur. Belial blinks once, then nuzzles weakly into her neck once he feels something sickly warm down his cheeks.  Out of reflex, Djeeta shifts closer in his arms. This only encourages him to tighten his hug.  He doesn’t want to let go. Not yet. Not ever.  “And I—I’m so happy to have you with me…”  “I love…you…” The single confession lulls so weakly, so faintly, drowned in the sea of his tears, “my saviour…”  He wonders what it’s like to be hers and hers completely. END