Re: Melvin's Fandom Storage: Ships from Blu, Mel, Chris & Sal

[Melvin Louie-Leon]

*Using the same Header but it's a diff Fic*

Fandom: WRETCHEDSILENCESHIPPING

Pairing: Salvation x Melvin x Christopher



Story:

In the Tyrant's bed, laid the two strange Angels. Twins, though with completely different powers and abilities. In their reduced forms they could have easily been mistaken for the other. The only way to tell them apart, was by their eye color. However, one of them, refused to stay in his lowered form, so the King never really had an issue determining which of them was which. Let alone the fact, one spoke too much, and the other, rarely if at all. The older twin, was often seen with his long navy-colored hair, and bright red eyes. His name of course, was Salvation. The Angelic of all that was truly pure, whom lived with the wretched King himself. The other, the Angel of Plague, a once pure soul, that had been tainted by his Highness. Though he bore a rather powerful form inside, the boy was mentally weak, and often reacted fully and submissively, regardless of the situation. It would take great fury, to bring out his Hellish formation, but even so, he was still just a boy inside.

The strange separation of the twin Angelics (who were once locked inside just one body), had caused them to remain rather close, despite them originally not liking each other. Like in this moment, for instance. Laying in bed without anything but their thin bedding sheets to cover their beautiful frames, the two males laid there, quietly. Peering into the others' eyes, almost as though they were still able to think in unison, the two males did nothing more than hold the other's hand, and occasionally whisper to each other. Their King, whom they had fought over, and served for eons, had been out of the room for the moment, taking care of other things that interested him. The older Angel, who was just a bit taller than his slightly younger twin, spoke softly to the silver-haired boy, who was referred to as Christopher. With his perfectly soft hand, he ran his fingers through that boy's hair, speaking to him softly, and then holding him in his stronger arms. He could feel the other's heart beat faster, and he could feel the boy breathing lightly as he leaned up against his chest. Slowly the boy with the silvery hair looked up, Salvation looking down into his perfectly blued eyes. His red eyes flashed for just a moment, then he closed them, and pressed his lips lightly to the weaker Angel's.

Chris cringed softly, but allowed Sal to kiss him, as he was submissive, and in no place to argue with his twin brother. Salvation moaned lightly as he kissed him, and then passionately pulled him closer, kissing him a little harder, and finding his twin's tongue. It was as if the sheer rush of them being so close, was enough to arouse him. He moaned again, feeling Chris's tongue slide into his mouth and rub against his fangs. He bit down slightly, enough to hold him in place, then allowed his left hand to wander between them, to grasp onto the weaker Angel. The weaker one of Plague and despair moaned somewhat loudly, and without control. He looked sadly into Salvation's blood-red eyes, hoping that the other would not harm him. Salvation continued to be gentle with his twin, stroking him until he was as hard as the deviant Angel was. With a low growl and a harder kiss, he rolled over onto the boy, and rubbed his body up against his. Fanning out his rather large light-blue wings, the older Angel growled, and seemed to take on a more devious lust for the innocent one. Which was ironic, since the innocent boy had been tainted, yet the violent Angel was the one so pure. The boy with the silver hair laid there calmly, but his heart thudded hard against his chest. He closed his eyes and gasped, while Salvation began to kiss his chest.

Salvation loved the feel of the boy's soft flesh against his. Strange to think he loved the boy at all, for when they were one, he had hated him dearly. But a las their separation had found a way to keep them together still, though his thoughts were maddening most times. Like now. He listened to his brother gasp, and say that he couldn't do it, that he couldn't be with another other than their King and his God. But Salvation continued to kiss him, and run his long tongue up and down the boy's chest. He listened to the boy's heart, and to the rest of his body, which spoke another language to the vile being. Salvation looked down and Chris, and offered him a soft smile. He softly kissed his brother's cheek, the left one, and then his forehead. He told him to stay calm, and that he wouldn't hurt him. He said it wasn't wrong, as they were always meant to be one anyways. Chris nodded weakly, and shivered, worried that Salvation might turn on him, like he had in their mind so many times. He watched Salvation slowly lick his fingers, and then he closed his eyes, afraid of what he was going to do. The older Angel smirked and rolled his eyes, then pushed his brothers legs apart, and pushed his two fingers into him slowly. He watched the silver-haired boy gasp and whimper, and told him to relax and to 'shhh'. The other did as he were told and watched nervously, as Salvation reached down and grasped onto him again. The deviant Angel continued to finger him from inside, finding his twin's sensitive region, while putting his mouth over his twin's perfect shaft.

Chris trembled and grasped onto the bed sheets, gasping and doing his best to ignore the sensation. But Salvation was a part of him, and no matter what happened, he knew just how to bring the feeling straight back through the boy. The younger twin's toes began to curl and he began to pant, reaching down and grasping onto Salvation's hair. He fought the urge to stretch and arch his back, feeling Salvation's perfect tongue up against his throbbing flesh. He gasped again and moaned loudly, which seemed to make Sal try harder to please him. He could feel him tense up inside, and so he pushed his fingers into the boy deeper, and rubbed them up against his insides again. Salvation opened his mouth just a bit and slowly licked the base of his bother's shaft, then ended at the tip and used the end of his tongue to sort of tease the boy. Chris reached down and grabbed onto his hair, which seemed to only turn him on, making him harder than he already was. Chris begged his twin to stop, and said that he couldn't take it anymore. Salvation smirked and looked up at his brother, just as the door to their room opened.

The Tyrant King wandered into the room, and used his tail to close their door. He smirked when he saw what the two Angels were doing, and made a point to make it look like he didn't care. Well, the truth was, he didn't care. It was just that if he made it look like he was bothered, the blushing and very fearful Angel beneath the Deviant one, would surely have a small heart attack or something. Salvation seemed to have a different reaction. He pulled himself up onto Chris, and then stretched and allowed his long tail to appear from behind him. Flashing his eyes at the King, he grinned and flicked his tongue at him, telling him to come and join them. The King tilted his head to one side and seemed to be delighted with the idea, and watched the older Angel hiss and growl at him. The younger one trembled and shook beneath the older one, covering his face until Salvation forced him to move his hands. The navy-haired Angel arched his back, causing his tail to go into the air rather high. He gingerly grabbed onto himself, then pushed himself into his twin, who whined and went back to hiding beneath his hair and arms. The King watched as Sal kissed his brother, nuzzling his neck and face, until he moved his arms and embraced him. Now openly fucking the King's boy before the King himself, the devious Salvation wagged his tail and made inappropriate movements with it, to purposely expose himself from behind. It was practically a mating call, just without the sounds.

The King would surely join them in their strange bonding habit. He would push Salvation down flat onto his twin's chest, and sit behind him and give it to him rather hard. Salvation would jolt forwards and hiss at the violent entry and pain, only causing his own self to go even harder into his gentle brother. Sal shrieked and an almost harpy-like sound exited his lungs, feeling the King deep within him. He felt the King's claws tightly grasping his tail, lifting it higher while he fucked him. Salvation began to gasp and cry from the pain, in between moaning and grasping onto either side of his brother's face. Chris kissed him gently, and moved the hair from their faces attempting to distract Salvation from the agony. Occasionally he would peer out from beneath his long silver bangs, watching the powerful King prove who the dominant one between them was. The boy arched his back and made it easier for Salvation to go further inside of him, then moaned while kissing the darker Angel. Salvation seemed to like the sensation, and arched his back so that he went further into the weaker twin, who gripped onto his hair tighter each time it hurt. He growled and moaned when the King sank his claws into his wings, holding him down, and using his strength to force his way in harder. The King's lengthy tail writhed on behind him, and occasionally dripped with the black ooze that infected his boys.

The Tyrant peered down at his Angels, watching them hold each other and be so loving despite their former situation. Each time he was rough with Salvation, be it biting his flesh, slashing at his back, or just yanking his hair - his boy, Chris, would attempt to console and distract him. His tail wandered and coiled, the fin flaring out and at times rubbing against their bodies, or just stretching to show off the fact the King was fully aroused. Salvation seemed to adjust to his might after a while, and before he knew it, he began to feel really good. Panting and attempting to move despite a few bleeding injuries, he leaned down and kissed the younger Angel, and moaned again. His heart began to pulse along with the rest of his body, and he grabbed Chris tightly, and pulled him into his arms, and then came hard inside of him, still kissing him passionately. His brother wailed through their kiss, but gently reached up and peered into Sal's very red eyes, panting, and holding his twin. Worn out, the Angel laid there for a moment, until the King stopped giving it to him, and allowed him to just lay beside them. Salvation returned to his more humanish form, panting, and laying there alongside his gentle brother. He watched the King wag his tail, and climb onto his brother, who seemed to just fall in love with his King all over again.

Salvation seemed to be almost watching with a saddened expression, as the King and his weaker half became one. But, despite the fact Chris loved Melvin over anyone else in his existence, he allowed his left hand to find his brother's hand, then sort of pulled on him, to get Salvation to lay right beside him. Salvation was almost blown away by the gesture, and laid on his side, resting his head against his brother's shoulder. He pressed his lip's to the side of the boy's face, and listened to him moan and cry as the King roughly proved his might. The gentle boy softly moaned, and kissed his prefect King, their blue eyes finding each other's, and locking in some strange daze. Melvin seemed to slow down and ease up on Chris, Salvation watching the powerful wings and tail stretch over the King. Chris's wings, which were beneath him the entire time, slowly vanished into his back, and he lay there almost human. Just too pure, and too perfect. Salvation wrapped his arms around his brother's left arm, and closed his eyes, their power almost fully connected once again. He felt the boy let off a powerful wave of energy, and he felt their King do the same. Chris howled in a pleasurable agony, and hit the top of his euphoric state, and soon after, his King came harder, inside of him.

Panting, the Wolf, or what the sometimes called their King, shook himself, and allowed his wings to dissolve into his spine and shadows. The beast laid there tiredly, on his left side, facing the twin Angels. Chris was pulled up against him, the boy's back to the King's strong chest and frame. He felt the King wipe him off with one of the sheets, which was tossed off the bed a moment later. He used his large tail to pull the blankets over the three of them, while Salvation pressed his chest to Chris's and held his brother tightly. From behind him he felt something slimy slide up his back, which was soon made aware, that it was their King's tail. He felt it lay there up against him, the skin warm and moist. The fin was closed again and stayed in place, allowing the tail to curl snugly up against Sal's back. The taller Angel with the navy hair kissed the top of the silver-haired boy's head, and turned to face their blue-eyed King who only grinned. Chris smiled and held onto Sal, the presence of Melvin protecting them all. He soon drifted off into a deep sleep, his twin occasionally stroking the top of his head to relax him. The Tyrant growled and closed his eyes, rather satisfied with their strange situation. He began to dream of their God, who had been away for a time now. Salvation was soon fast asleep as well, his warm body up against his twin's, with his back up against Melvin's tail. He allowed his tail to coil up and around the Sinner's, and then smiled lightly in his slumber. A strange situation no less, but a situation, that they had learned to live with. To change that, would be to die by their God's talons. Or the King himself.

[Melvin Louie-Leon]

Fandom: WRETCHEDSILENCESHIPPING

Pairing: Melvin x Chris x Salvation

Story:
For a long time, Chris had been a male, and most times he remained so. But long ago when he was first brought back into existence, he had a rather powerful curse laid upon him, that made him turn into the other gender. Though he were powerful and often fought the overwhelming urge to suddenly shift, the curse that was inflicted upon him, randomly unleashed its fury. And the innocent boy with the enormous wings, would loose those wings, and be reduced to a rather feminine form. Though he were still an Angel at heart he appeared more human, and though he was still astoundingly beautiful, he was deeply ashamed of his curse. It had happened one night, not too long ago, within the great Castle of Oblivion...

The great King of Oblivion wandered aimlessly through his Castle, something he often did to pass time and check up on things. Guards stood firmly at attention as he passed, making sure not even to move a muscle, nor make a sound. They all watched through their grand helms and black-soot armors, as the Tyrant walked by, his long tail wavering behind him. It would have been a death wish to have met ends with that tail, so they all held their breath, and only relaxed once they were sure their King had long but passed them. Melvin scratched the side of his face with his left hand, a clawed hand that almost tore his flesh where it sat. His burning and raging shadow form was just as profound, as the torch's glow that illuminated the corridors as he passed through them. A firm grip with his right claw directed the torch, that continued to show the King where he was headed. He made the choice to start heading upwards, to check on his twin, captive, Angels.

Salvation Arclight, Chris's older twin brother, had no problems with gender, or roaming the palace in boredom. No, there was only thing that wretched Angel wanted, and he was about to go and seek him out. Salvation was made up of long navy-colored hair, and shockingly bright red eyes. His pale flesh matched that of his brother, along with the length of his hair and everything else about him. Chris however, as he would soon come to find out, was now a ....silver-haired, female. Salvation blew through the towers and spiraled down the halls, enjoying testing his massive wings, in such a small of an area. Many times they brushed over the heads of Melvin's soldiers, who knew damn well better than to even breathe. Salvation was perhaps a fold far worse than their King, as he reinforced everything the King did not. He was pure fucking evil, but glorious and looked almost perfect. The only thing innocent about him was his brother, and that was a separate being altogether now. As he made it to the landing, and opened the giant twin doors, he would come to a massive bedroom that lead outwards to a balcony. Casually walking inside he allowed the doors to close over, then found his brother laying on the bed.

Chris was laying on his side, his back to his brother, sobbing. He felt terrible, and had no beautiful wings to fly with for now. He wasn't as tall, or as strong, and he was completely female in-form now. He covered his face completely ashamed of the curse that laid him in such a body, and sniffled, trying not to disturb whatever his brother had come in there to do.

Salvation wandered over to his brother, and folded his wings. His long robes seemed to blow in some invisible wind as always, his aura just emanating from him along with his raw power. He dimmed the light that seemed to just blast from his body, and slowly allowed his wings to fade from his back. Speaking to his brother he asked what was wrong, and when the boy didn't respond, Sal climbed onto the bed, to see for himself. Astounded, Salvation smirked, and fought the urge to laugh. Chris only winced and hid his face in the blankets, horrified due to the nature of his brother's laughter. But Salvation regained his composure, and reached out for his younger twin brother, and pulled him into his arms and cradled him deeply. The younger twin wiped away his eyes and looked down, ashamedly, and resting his head lightly against his twin's strong frame of a body.  He could feel Salvation's fingers running through his hair, and the boy that was now a girl, closed his eyes and tried to relax.

The great King made it to those twin doors, and opened them rather slowly. He wandered in, and soon he saw before his eyes, his older Angel holding the younger one. Smirking he wandered over to them, then grinned down at Christopher. Frowning for a moment he recognized the familiar curse, that had turned the boy into a breeder. The King stood there flicking his tail, listening to Salvation's almost-perfect voice. Perhaps it was perfect, so smooth, and low. He hissed every time he finished a sentence, for reasons unknown to any other Angelic around. Melvin's light-blue eyes slightly hazed over listening to him speak, watching him slowly caress the side of Chris's face. Salvation smirked at the King, and continued to talk to his younger brother, telling him that he was beautiful, and flawless. Chris seemed to wipe away most of his tears, but he didn't feel beautiful, at all. He missed his strong male side, his wings... everything now was so wrong to him. The King sneered at Sal, who hissed and flashed his eyes at the King in challenge. The King's blazing blue eyes flashed back, and Salvation watched the King flair out his wings boldly.

The King folded those massive wings, and they exploded into shadow and dust. His long tail writhed behind him almost angrily, then slowly flexed and dissipated. The Tyrant lingered over to a black chair, carved and shaped to look like his Throne of Death. He sat there with his legs open, nothing but a black sash to cover him. His long tail re-appeared moments later, a long with a small burst of shadow here and there. Sitting there the King looked dangerous, and what a danger he was. Salvation watched the King, then slowly ran his fingers over his brother's chest. Smirking he decided to entertain his King, and slowly ran his fingers down his brother's cleavage, which stopped at the V of his pure-white dress. Over Chris's head was a black hood, that hid the top of his hair and face. It ended in a long black robe, that he wore over the dress to hide himself. Salvation pushed the robes apart, and looked down as his brother, who was now flush in the face, confused.

Chris nervously curled his toes, and watched as goosebumps were raised as his brother's touch. His brother's arm was still tightly around him, and he was somewhat sitting in Salvation's lap. He was smaller than his twin now, in height, and of course weight. He watched as his brother touched him softly, feeling his fingers slid between his breasts, that were rather noticeable. The boy blushed and looked away, squinting, and unable to handle the way his female form felt to him. Each time his twin ran his fingers over his chest, he felt a strange sensation, that shot down the center of his body, and reverberated energy between his legs. He pushed his legs together, and nervously looked up at the deviant that was his brother.

The King watched the older Angel with a smirk, enjoying the fact that the brother was willing to make his 'now-sister' feel pleasure. It seemed to turn him on, and he found himself right there before the two of them. Slowly running his clawed hands up and down his own flank, he steadily became aroused, his powerful energy thickening and swelling like his shaft now. Sal would never miss something the King was doing, but he casually pretended not to notice that he was jacking it to them playing around. Salvation peered down at his nervous brother, and kissed the top of his forehead slowly, and gently. He then nuzzled the side of Chris's face, only to stop slowly, allowing his face to be pressed to his brother's. With a soft hiss, and the even softer touch of his fingers, Salvation whispered into Chris's ear that he would violate him before their King, to ensure that their King stayed theirs. Chris swallowed hard and tried not to notice Sal's fingers softly rubbing up against one of his nipples, which became hard at such a touch anyway. Salvation's eyes slowly looked over at the King, whose tail seemed to drip with it's own sick pleasure. Grinning evilly, the brother laid his twin down onto the bed, and slowly pulled down the top of Chris's white almost see-through dress.

The King watched with a snarl over his lips, his tail now flopped in his lap, allowing the fin to stimulate him further, as Salvation laid Chris down. The boy seemed rather nervous and laid there with his arms at his sides, while Salvation, pushed up his silk dress and then pulled down the shorts he had beneath them. The boy whimpered softly and closed his eyes, feeling Sal's long clawed fingers rubbing up against his thighs. Slowly he felt Sal push his legs apart, and steadily move his hand in closer to him. The boy turned away and winced hard, as Salvation pushed one of his fingers into the boy. Chris cried out slightly, the strange sensation of having female parts slightly scaring him. He could feel Salvation running his finger up and down where his shaft should have been, now nothing more than a female's genitalia. The strange feeling seemed to gross the boy out at first, but each time Salvation stroked him, he felt this overwhelming urge to buck his hips. Pleased with the gesture, Salvation pushed his fingers into the boy again, feeling the walls of his vagina tighten and close. The boy was rather tight as a female, and unused to penetration. Surely Salvation had every last desire to fuck him as he were, but he decided to draw it out, taking his time, so that the King would remain appeased.

Chris looked up to find his brother looming over him, such powerful red eyes he head. His were blue, and rather wide at the moment, his silvery hair non-glowing and spilling from the top of his head. Salvation pushed Chris's legs apart so that he could lean down to kiss his brother softly, his long tongue sliding into his brother's mouth. Steadily rubbing his twin, Salvation waited until the kissing had turned Chris on, which wasn't long of a wait as he loved passion versus violence. Salvation could feel the wetness of his fingers, and pushed them deeper and deeper into Chris, the boy responded with a vigilant wail, as Sal's other hand found one of his pale breasts. The boy, now female looked up at his twin, watching him kiss him back, then slowly start to go lower until he found his neck. Chris twinged and closed his legs around his brother, that stroked him from inside slowly, and lovingly. He couldn't help but moan with Sal, as he sucked on his throat and left large markings of his new-found territory. Slowly Salvation began to kiss him even lower, kissing his brother's chest, and even licking each of the boy's nipples as he fingered him harder. The King continued to watch loving the fact they were together, just the sight sent him right into the same mood that they were now in.

Salvation felt the wavering energy from the King, and gently kissed his brother's face. He told him that they would mate now, and that he needed to relax. Carefully Salvation cradled his brother in his arms after removing his hand, and Salvation wandered to the King. Offering the boy to the King slowly, he sat him on the King's lap. Chris nervously looked back behind him, feeling the King's large shaft at his backside. He was very accustomed to how the King did him as a boy, and whimpered, rather worried it could be otherwise. The King smirked and lifted Christopher up, spreading his legs as he did so. His large tail flexed outwards, and rubbed up against Chris, getting him wetter, and causing him to turn away in shock. The fin of Melvin's tail then flared outwards, and he pulled the tail away, as he slowly pushed into the boy's behind. Chris moaned  out loudly, a sigh of euphoria, and relief. The King was rather large, and he was very much afraid he would hurt the boy in his pathetic state. Slowly Melvin moved in and out of the boy, finding his way into him, causing him to gasp and go flush in the face again. Salvation grinned and watched the boy's chest move, licking his fangs as the King fucked him in pleasure.

Deviously the wretched Angel moved closer, and got down on his knees before the King of Oblivion. He felt Melvin's tail slide up around him, and he came closer, so that he was just before Chris's thighs. He kissed the boy's thighs softly, and then found him with his tongue, licking the girl before him, that was truly his brother inside. Chris gasped and reached down to grab Sal's hair, nervously, and not harshly. Salvation pulled back at watched the King's large shaft go in and out of his brother's rear, then continued to lick on his brother. His fingers found the King even through such activity, running his fingers up and down the part of the shaft, that wasn't buried inside his brother. He looked up and flashed his eyes at Chris, then gently pressed his lips to the boy's bare flesh, just above where his shaft should have been. Moments later he rose to his feet, and opened his robes to participate in the proper breeding of his twin.

Melvin's ears pointed upwards as he arched forwards in his throne-like chair. He made it a point to present Chris to him, pulling his legs further apart as he fucked him. Chris couldn't help but arch in response, the familiar pushing of the King setting him off to the point where he dripped as the King's tail now did. Salvation leaned forwards and pressed his member to the boy's vagina, watching for the fear in his brother's eyes. Many a time he had seen it before, but still they had bred him to make sacrifices for their shared God's insurance that she could still walk free among them. Slowly Salvation pushed the tip of his member into the boy, who wailed and gasped soon after. He gently pulled back, and then pushed into him harder, but slower. The boy between them seemed to cry out, a female's cry of sheer arousal. Smirking Salvation found his way into his brother, feeling the King on the other side of the wall separating them. Melvin howled and continued to fuck one of his lovers, who now tightly gripped each of his hands. He pushed his legs out further, then looked upwards at Sal, who's perfect frame was displayed partially through his robes. The devious Angel flicked his own tail now, that exploded outwards from behind him the moment he pressed deeply into his twin. Chris wailed and squinted, not noticing that Sal's tail had found Melvin's. Now with both of the males deep inside of him Chris cried, the agony and euphoria claiming his fragile soul.

Salvation leaned over and continued to make love to the one before him, yet still managing to find the King's lips for a few moments. He kissed Melvin hard as he pressed them to each other, feeling Chris turn his head, and wrap his arms around his brother. Sal held him and kissed the Tyrant violently, then released the King and grinned so widely, that all of his fangs were displayed. That hazy looked seemed to match their King's, who continued to give it to Chris enjoyably. Sal leaned down and kissed his brother, his long tail rubbing up against the fin of Mel's tail, making it secrete it's toxins into his own tail. The King howled and his wings came back to life, flaring outwards, and causing him to arch forwards, even deeper into Chris.

Salvation moaned as he made love to his twin, fucking him harder, and harder still. It felt rather different from what he was used to, but he loved the sensation all the same. Just the thought of violating another in the most profound way ever, was enough to set him off. The two males continued to screw the life into the female, who was obviously, still the boy that they knew all along. The change in gender for the time being meant nothing, other than the fact that they could be together in this manner now too. Despite the King's tolerance for the boy, he still only had one female in his life - his God, none else. He treated Chris as a boy no matter what he was, even Sal did the same. But that didn't mean they wouldn't enjoy Chris's body.

Salvation was the first to climax, and it was because of all that teasing he did far earlier. Railing Chris as hard as he could he moaned and shivered, releasing his Angelic light into the creature that would bare him a child to sacrifice. The twin looked up at his powerful brother and moaned outwards in shock, the actual release causing him to do the same. Panting, Salvation continued to fuck him, rubbing up hard against the wall that kept he and the King separated, determined to make the King feel him anyways. He huffed and flared out his magnificent wings, that had come back to life the moment he came hard into his brother. Pleased with the Angels and their efforts the King howled and flexed his wings, his tail so stiff it was leaking profusely all over Salvation's tightly-twisted tail. His eyes lit up a bright blue, and in moments his profound release occurred. Panting heavily the King allowed his tongue to hang from his mouth, as he throbbed and arched deep into the boy, still letting off hard. Chris gasped and grasped onto his brother as he felt the infectious toxins, going inside of him now. He couldn't help but arch forwards more, the King arching harder into him, high off of euphoria. When he was done, Sal pulled out of the boy, gently lifting him off of their King, and wrapping him in his dress and white sheets.

Melvin smirked and his eyes went a blazing white, flames of hell bursting from his tired eyes. His body flexed as he breathed and panted, his clawed hand finding the sash that covered him, pulling it back over his large disposition. Salvation had Chris wrapped up like a child, warm and snuggled into a white sheet. He cradled the boy and kissed his lips lightly, then handed him to the King. Melvin laid the boy out on his lap, and softly ran his clawed hands through his hair. Evilly Salvation flicked his tail, the black ooze from Mel's still dropping off of it. He brought his robes together and tied them off, then climbed onto the edge of the chair to sit beside his King. Grinning down at the impregnated Angel boy, Salvation hissed, proud that he had proved his worth once again. Chris looked up at the two of them red in the face, then yawned and closed his eyes. In the arms of the King he would sleep now, for an eon or until he was fully with child. Then a sacrifice would be made, in the honor of their traveling Goddess. Salvation would watch and wait now, until the moment came to be, his desires to please the King made, he sat there flicking his tail with pride. The King's eyes would haze over fully now, awaiting the moment where they would all un-freeze, and wake from their slumber...

[Salvation Arclight]

/HNNNNNNNNNNNG! Alert. This is a Fic of me and our beloved King.

Fandom: OriginShipping ~ Me x the Tyrant King Melvin

Salvation sat on the couch somewhat irritatedly, and continued to type on the computer until it go to him to the point where he was about to toss the fucker. And just what was "it"? Well, we're about to get that. Over there across from him on the other side of the large couch, was everyone's favorite Tyrant, shouting over Skype, and typing to his Circle, about just how hard he was. Oh, and he was. Of course. No one could miss that. Before he knew it, and before anyone else knew it either, he was rubbing himself all over the fucking sofa, like a crazed mutt deeply in heat.

His beautiful glowing blue eyes glowed even brighter as he rolled onto his back, reaching down those black pajama pants in the most obscene manner possible. His slight tan wasn't even dark enough to hide the slightly red area just over his cheeks, and just beneath his glowing eyes. The King's shooting blue hair remained disheveled, and strangely sexy considering he'd been rolling around like that. Salvation sighed and looked over to his King, and told him that it would be wise to contain himself, so's not to wake the others sleeping in their house. But of course the King was just too far into his arousal to care, and eventually just rolled right off the couch, drool dripping down from the fangs that had been grafted to his blasted face.

The long-haired male watched at the King stood up, and removing his shirt, to reveal his rather powerful-looking frame. But he wasn't in his Sin form, so the Angel, was able to recognize a strangely low power-level from their King. Salvation brushed some of his navy hair from his face, and smirked, closing his eyes for a moment as he spoke, his voice smooth, and deep. He flicked his tongue and ran it along his own fangs, hissing as his talked. The beautiful King only smirked back and made his usual snarky remark, which earned him getting Salvation to grin, and rise to his feet. Immediately after the taller male, that of a wretched Angelic, grabbed the King by the hair, and forcefully kissed him their fangs rubbing up against each other.

The King seemed to pant as he kissed his wretched Angel back, well aware that Sal was unfortunately stronger than him. Sal had this way of constantly maintaining his High Form, while Melvin could not. Mel turned his head to the side and bit down on the side of his Angel's throat, earning him a slight moan from the being of such raw power. Salvation reached down the King's pants and grabbed him hard, feeling the other throb steadily in his grasp. The Angel hissed and his red eyes glared down into the King's blue ones, as his other hand found the King's Crown and ran his fingers down it slowly. He smirked and allowed his fingers to find the King's face, still steadily stroking him with his right hand. He leaned in and kissed the King, finding his tongue and sucking on it hard.

The King arched his back by the sheer force of his nerves getting to him, moaning slightly as the Angel steadily stroked him until he started to ooze with pleasure. The King grabbed the Angel's long hair and roughly kissed him, biting down onto the other's tongue, and wrapping his long tongue into the Angel's. He growled and used force, almost as though he were expecting the Angel to back off, but Sal wouldn't allow that. Not with the King in such a weak form. A form, that could even feel emotions...

The wretched Angel shoved the King, and jumped onto him, his massive wings flaring out in their living room, and knocking over everything in the house. The King's dog Roxas, yipped and took off into the kitchen, along with the cat fleet, and whatever other animals they had wandering the house. The Angel pinned his catch to their carpeting, and whispered for the King to mind his place, when he were weaker. And such a King would retort with such disrespect, and then slap his Angel for even daring to have said that. He would even go as far as shoving Salvation off of him, then getting to his feet, only to get slapped across the face with Sal's right clawed hand. The two began to wrestle and beat on each other, but Melvin was in his Original Form, and it was not nearly as powerful as a being's form who was constantly sustained at the highest rate.

Forcing the King to the ground again, Salvation was able to get a clear view of the Tyrant's back, and his perfectly carved shoulders. He hissed in the King's ear and bit it as his whispered, that he would dominate his King because it was as he desired. The King would struggle and a tail would sprout up and out of him from behind, but Salvation's longer tail would only wrap in his, and rub up and down his fin, sliding up and down it with purpose. The King was well-known for his grace and strength, but he did have nerve damage in his tail, and Salvation knew just right where it was. He waited for the King to gasp for air, and then a sudden give of his strength. Salvation's tail secreted quite a bit of white sticky ooze, Melvin's doing the same just black.

His tail had hit the fin just right, leaving the King completely paralyzed for at least five minutes. And Salvation had every last desire to fully take advantage of this, which he did. And with a smirk over his lips too. Pulling down his King's pajamas, and his bluish boxers, he then proceeded to reach before him, and lift the jet black tail that lay limp between them. Smirking and arguing with the King about what he was about to do, Salvation pulled down his white pants, and began to stroke himself hard, so he could fuck his King. He watched the Tyrant attempt to get up, paralyzed, and unable to fight his Angel. When the Angel was pure and ready, he grabbed onto the King's tail firmly, and slowly guided himself into the King's ass with a profound hiss.

The King thrashed slightly, and turned his head, the pain searing through him, as his Angel was anything but careful. Salvation harped on the King as he went into the male deeper, praising his raw strength, though he unable to use it for the moment. The King's giant black wings exploded from his back, flaring out and slightly dissipating around them as they were made of shadows. Salvation's feathered ones flexed again, this time knocking over everything on the TV stand. Laughing, he leaned over the King, and began to fuck him hard, and deep, while biting down on his King's throat.

The Angel moaned and shivered with pleasure, giving it to his King was a rare occurrence and he would enjoy every last second of it. He arched his spine and his tail found the King's once again, wrapping itself over the black infectious tail, the spores seeping into his tail flesh, making him harder. The King panted harder, clenching his fists, and closing his eyes hard. His pointed ears soon felt the fangs of his lover's, and then even Sal's long tongue. He twitched and arched by the force of the Angel pushing further into him, and growled angrily as the other continued to violate him.

If the Angel's tail hadn't been busy making sure that the King wouldn't escape, it would have been feverishly wagging back and fourth. Salvation ripped off the rest of his robes and continued to plow the King, trembling, and panting himself, just enjoying the fact that he even had the chance to feed his sheer obsession. His wings shivered as he continued to go in and out of his mate, his large shaft deep into the King, rubbing up inside of him, the area tight to his perfect flesh. The Angel hissed and breathed out slowly, leaning forwards and grabbing the Tyrant by the hair, forcing him all the way to the ground now.

Melvin began to regain his feeling, and used all of his force to get himself up off of the floor, but the moment he did, the Angel just shoved him back down to the carpet, and fucked him deeper until he howled in a strange wavering pain. The energy in the room began to grow, Salvation more than able to sense that his King was feeling a strong pain - straight into his ass. Laughing Salvation tore at his lover's hair, like a rabid animal that couldn't keep his fucking teeth to himself. Destroying Melvin's perfect skin with vile markings, and slashes from his clawed hands, the Angel moaned again, and started to get dizzy with euphoria.

The Angel eased up on the King and panted himself, sweat dripping down his perfect body, and feathers shedding slowly from his shivering wings. The King's wings flared up and slapped his, and Salvation smirked and answered that with a violent shove to the King, and further penetration until the King arched his back and yowled from it. The Angel began to fuck him faster now, determined to screw him as hard as violently as he knew how. With his clawed hands he pulled the King to his knees, and used his teeth to keep Mel in check, since his shooting blue hair was between Sal's jaws. The King eventually gave up to the feeling, his strong spine roused each time they moved. Salvation grinned with pride at the King's submission, then he reached around and found his King, still stiff with the arousal.

The Angel drew his hand back for a moment, then reached down and stroked the King's tail, which writhed and responded with that dreaded fin flaring outwards to life. Sal looked down at his hand now covered in black ooze, then grinned, and proceeded to stroke the King off with his strange toxins. The Tyrant arched his back in response, and moaned out loudly, his tail hiking up as if he weren't even in control of it anymore. The spores began to seep into the King's shaft as Sal stroked him, a sense of highness mixing into his own blood stream. Salvation leaned around to look at the King's flawless face, his mouth open, with his tongue hanging between his fangs as he panted. His eyes glowing a bright blue, brighter each time Sal's hand slid up to the King's tip.

Forcefully fucking the wolfish male now, Sal continued to do so, flaring his wings for balance, and steadily rubbing the toxins from his King's tail, into his dick. Before he knew it, he had Melvin moaning and howling, everyone in the house able to hear his cries now. Though, no one dared to come out from their rooms. However, the Skype channel was still open, and in the midst of Sal's wings slapping everything in the house, Melvin's computer had fallen off the table, and was totally facing them. They all got front row seats to view the King's cries, his strange crown the only thing he was still wearing as Sal fucked him.

Before they were aware, the Tyrant had released an even more powerful howl, one that ignited those amazing eyes of his. Salvation fucked him as hard as he could, intensifying the raw energy between the two. The King's ears flared out to either side of his head as he flexed his spine and his tail hardened, his body freezing up, so that he could release into his Angel's clawed hand. The shadowy beast huffed and his eyes grew tired slightly after, and he fought the urge to pass out, while Sal held him down and continued to screw him. He would occasionally moan from the oversensitivity, until his body shuddered from being unable to take anymore of it. It was then that Sal came hard, deep into the King without any remorse.

Laughing and flexing his powerful wings, the wretched Angel shoved the King down, and shoved himself into the Aeon one last time, before pulling out of him, his strange purity dripping from the both of them. Proudly, the Angel got to his feet, and grabbed his robes, then dressed himself, and his beloved fiend. The lazy wolf of a King only panted the entire time, and tiredly wandered over to the computer and with wide eyes, saw that everyone was staring at them - probably all hard as fuck too now. The King continued to stare, his blaze blue eyes dilated from too much pleasure. The Angel leaned down and closed the computer, then went back to the couch and sat there proudly, not saying a word. He smirked at his Tyrant and flicked his tongue at him, until Melvin tiredly wandered over to him, laid on him, and eventually passed out on his chest. Salvation would only smirk, and casually stroke the top of his spiky head. He had totally, won that duel.

Now, that's what I call the true story.

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