Mel x Ryou (Fic written by the Tyrant out of boredom XD)

[Melvin Louie-Leon]

The King tossed and turned for quite some time, before he decided to get out of bed to wander. His long, pointed ears flared upwards against his head, almost in pure instinct, as he followed the red carpeting down the hall. Never before had he slept alone, but his God and Twin Angels, had important things to do to ensure the stature of his Kingdom. As the sharp talon-feet gouged into the flooring as the beast wandered through his castle, a lengthy weapon of war slithered through the air behind him. It was his tail. Wavering, and steadily wandering side to side, the limb seemed to only move on its own without the King even paying attention.

As the Tyrant reached the end of the corridor, he reached only to the right of the twin double-doors, to grasp a large torch that had been lighting up the wooden doorway. Smirking, the King took a steady breath, and shoved open the two large doors. There before his frightening crystal-blue eyes, was another room, one dank, and dark inside. The King took a step forwards, his eyes flashing as he looked around, the torch high in the air, tightly grasped with his right clawed hand.

When the King entered the room, it was rather easy to see what he looked like. His chest was completely bare and humanoid-looking, his back just thicker and sturdier where his large leathery black wings came from. His ears were almost wolf-looking, just thick, and leathery much like his wings. They were a light tan color, like most of his skin was. Raging blue eyes were seen glowing against the dark, up until where his feet were, which seemed to vanish into the shadows from him being so dark from the knees down. And much like his strange feet, his clawed hands also found a profound dark tint to them, it obvious that the shadows had claimed the King eons ago.

The last part of the King, was actually not mentioned. His shooting and glowing - blue hair actually. Much like his eyes, his hair took on a similar glow, that radiated within his hair follicles, and seemed to emanate some odd sense of power as if it were faintly stored inside. His hair seemed to pulse with life as the King continued to walk into the room, his jet-black tail, the last thing to enter such a dungeon-looking place.

In the room itself were a series of cages and traps. Some large, some small, some were just beds with ropes and straps. It was very apparent, that this was just like a dungeon in fact, yet also a place where the Tyrant King, kept...things that amused him. Though unfortunately, due to his general lack of caring - most of the things living down there, eventually died. All of them, except for his newest addition, which was a Half-Wit from somewhere outside his Kingdom. The King's Black Knights of deviance and dishonor, had dragged the poor creature inside, sometime before the Goddess had taken flight.

It had been there for several nights now. All of which, Melvin hadn't slept.

The King unhitched one of the cages, to see that the being kept inside was rather weak, pale, and shaking. His bright blue eyes seemed to fade a bit, the strange energy, reminding him of his Lesser of the Twin Angels. The King's long tail flicked back and fourth somewhat disapprovingly, then laid down on its side, to rest. The fin to the side of the tail slowly opened, a familiar twinge hitting the Tyrant, and causing him to become somewhat curious of the creature before him. It was a small boy, with white hair, and rather strangely white wings. He looked almost like the King's Angel, just smaller, and perhaps weaker. Knowing full-well what most Half-Wits were used for, the boy did nothing, to speak unless he were spoken to.

The King crouched down and held the torch closer, so that viewing the creature curled up at the bottom of the cage was possible. He spoke with dominance and power, telling the boy to sit up, so that the King could look him over. The boy nodded and did as he were told, his eyes never looking into the King's, nor his voice coming to life without question. The King's left hand found the boy's face, the right bringing the torch nearer still. Demanding that the boy face him, the King hissed, when he saw something rather strange. Impressive even. Curious, the King flicked his tongue, and let out a soft growl as he grinned cynically.

The boy had one red eye, and one blue one. Such a peculiar rarity for even a Half-Wit. Perhaps the Knights hadn't disappointed the King at all. Perhaps, even though they'd found a pathetic Half-Wit being, that they had also found, something remarkable. A rarity among such a weakened breed of hybrids. The King got to his feet, and smirked, turning away from the cell. He left the door open, and allowed the creature the willpower, to follow him out of the room. And of course, without hesitation, the boy did follow.

"What is your name, Half-Wit?" The King asked, wandering back down the corridor. His long tail flicked side to side, occasionally swiping the boy slightly, which felt rather hard, to his small frame.

"M-My name?" The boy stammered. He flinched when the tail struck him and cautiously moved over to walking beside the King, but behind him, just around the King's wing area. "I-It's R-Ryou..." He replied carefully.

The King smirked and shook his head, then continued to wander down the hall. The boy folded his wings very carefully, stayed silent, and followed after the King. He knew that being here was almost a death sentence, but the fact the King hadn't killed him yet, meant that he was possibly worth something. Everyone knew that Hybrids, especially half-hybrids called Half-Wits (slang racial term for them), were either slaughtered, or sold for tons of coin. If they were sold, they were sold into slavery. And they were used for every violent and disgustingly profound thing imaginable. Most of them were used for working purposes, because the Half-Wits and the Full Bloods, were insanely strong in comparison to other beings. But when that wasn't the case, they were sold into a slavery of another kind - one that forced them to work, without clothes.

Ryou looked around at everything slowly as they crept down the hall. The King seemed to ignore the fact that his room was on the left, and kept walking further down the corridor. Who knew what was at the end there, though, the strange Plague Bearer, didn't seem to have the desire to kill him yet. Ryou swallowed and watched the flames on the torch, that burned bright and tough through the darkness that enslaved its own Castle walls. The boy reached up and put one of his arms around his lower abdomen, wishing that his body would stop aching from all the pain he'd been in for a time now. After being captured and attempting to thrash his way through a fight, it was learned that even he could break bones or internally injure himself. For now he panted lightly, and tried his best to ignore the bumps and bruises that covered his smaller body.

The King opened another set of double-doors, and set the torch on the wall on the way inside. Ryou seemed to follow closely, and used his eyes to take in whatever was ahead of them. He noted the rather large spear, that seemed to glimmer evilly in the low lightening in the room now. It danced and moved as the King's tail swayed, a serious method of killing, if the King wished to use his tail so. Which he had, multitudes of times before this. The boy swallowed and looked around, then was instructed to close the door behind him. He did so, hoping that he would just be a slave to the King, and not just another dead Half-Wit not good enough to be worth anything.

The King grinned and smirked, noting the Half-Wit's worries and fears. He knew that the being was questioning his very life, and he knew, that he would put everything on the table, just to survive. So of course, Melvin being as he was, he decided to acknowledge that fear, and demanded a sense of entertainment, that only came from the body of another.

The King sat down in a large black, leathery chair. His long tail seemed to mindlessly fling itself over the arm of the chair, as his large wings melted and evaporated into shadows once again. The King seemed to appear less threatening, and in this particular formation, he was less caring as well. But that was the nature of these beast, and he would have - whatever it was he wanted.

Ryou nervously looked around, and noticed about two or three torches on the walls. At least he wasn't going to be scorched or burned alive. And doing whatever the King asked, meant he'd live, plus, he got the honor of being with this King. So it was honestly a win for the lad. The King was a magnificent being. His hair seemed to radiate and glow, like his strangely blue eyes as he sat there. He was perfectly carved, and seemed somewhat careless as to what another might have thought of him. He noted the long tail flicking, the fin just pressed up against the tail, occasionally moving to show itself. The Plague Bearer's wings had dissipated, and as Ryou looked down the King's chest, he decided he'd do whatever it took to pleasure this being. He seemed to suddenly become fixated on the King, whose eyes blared into his own. Just standing there, he felt the hair stand on his neck, and he felt a strange twinge between his legs. Slowly, his own eyes began to wander, to the black sash that was just covering the Tyrant's lap. He panted lightly for a moment and snapped back into reality, the King still sitting there with a grin on his face, his legs rather open.

The King called for the boy, and demanded that he remove his robes. The strangely Angelic-looking kid did as he were asked, nervously sliding the robes off his shoulders. He slipped them completely off, his pale skin almost glowing in the light from his Angelic radiance. His demonic energy seemed to shift, a Half-breed mixed with both Angelic and Demonic heritage. But the boy was more of an innocent, a virgin, a creature more raised within the Light region, yet so dearly tempted by the dark. The small boy held the robes over his mid-section, blushing and nervously shaking. The King smirked and his tail wandered outwards, removing the robes completely. The boy let them go and they fell to his feet, revealing the fact he were a male, just smaller for his build. He became rather flush in the face, but staggered over to the King, his bruises no longer a bother to him.

Ryou knelt before the King, and told his Sire that he would pledge his life to him, were it what the King asked. Pleased by this, the Tyrant smirked, and snarled, his tail coming to rest around the arm of the chair. He was in fact so pleased with this, that his body seemed to become rather tense, his muscles hard, in a particular area that raised his black sash. The King hissed and undid it slowly, Ryou looking directly at the large member that presented itself with shadows. It seemed to pulsate strangely, almost as if the King himself, were mixed with some kind of Draconian Power. That of which, he was in fact. The boy looked up at the King and then took in his face for the first time, those strangely perfect eyes glaring into his own. Like nothing he fell in love with the Tyrant, the mental control of the King taking on it's full effect with the Half-Wit. It was as though looking into the King's eyes was enough, to change the boy from worried and afraid, to turned on, and head over tail for this King.

Ryou's heart raced, but he gently let his pale hands slide up the King's thick thighs. It was obvious the King was built for killing things, and the fact he were allowing a Half-Wit to even touch him without being killed - this meant something. Slowly the boy's hands found the King's shaft, and he gently began to stroke it, feeling a rather large claw, atop his head a moment later. He rubbed the King steadily, and then licked his pale lips, leaning down, and taking the large organ into his mouth. The King snarled and released some strange growl, it sounded almost like a dragon's. The boy slowly allowed his tongue to slide up and down the Tyrant's dick, moaning because somehow he was enjoying this. The King arched his back and hissed, enjoying the feel of the boy's tongue, as he slowly pushed himself into the Half-Wit's mouth even further. Ryou tried his best not to let his small fangs touch the King, continuing to suck on him harder, while grasping onto his legs with his hands now.

The King licked over his fangs, and looked down, watching the Half-Wit steadily do whatever it took to satisfy him. When the feeling started to intensify, the King bucked his hips, and leaned forwards a bit, so that his large throbbing tail, could secrete the blackness deep inside, and running through the King's body. The strange boy looked up and turned his head to notice the large tail, and gently, curiously, ran his fingers across the fin, panting, and gasping to breathe. Without warning the fin seemed agitated, flaring out with a quick SNAP! and coming to life with a black and purple lair of skin that genuinely protected the King from harm.

The Tyrant hissed and caught the boy's eyes. He had become rather aroused, and now his fin was flared out, making it rather obvious he was completely turned on. Reaching down for the smaller creature, the King grasped onto him with his claws, lifting the boy up, and setting him down in his lap. Ryou flinched thinking he'd done something wrong, but soon realized that the King was releasing strange toxins, that felt almost euphoric when breathed in, in the air around them. He slowly shifted upwards, and flared his wings for balance, then positioned himself just in line with the King's throbbing member. Before the King could violate him, the boy whimpered softly, that he had never been with anyone, let alone a male so profound as Melvin.

The King smirked in a sense of pleasure, with the fact that he would become this creature's first. For whatever reason, loyalty was his hugest thing, and the fact the boy hadn't anyone else, and soon only the King, pleased the Tyrant greatly. So as he slowly guided himself into the boy he did so somewhat slowly, still enjoying the feel of penetrating another from inside.

Ryou gasped and winced as the King's tip pushed into him, it was thick, and hard, and felt extremely painful at first. He yelped then suddenly stopped, a warm claw gently touching his flesh, and soon grasping onto the boy. Ryou looked down at the King smirkingly jerked him off, his smooth shadowy hands feeling all too perfect to the Half-Wit. Ryou couldn't help but moan, and lean closer to the King, his hands finding the shooting hair, grasping it, as he arched his back harder. He felt the King push into him again and moaned, shaking, the pain tearing him from inside. A smal trickle of blood fell from between his legs, but it only seemed to make the King's entry, slightly easier.

Melvin knew he was a violent, devious bastard. But he couldn't help but notice something. He seemed to have a 'weakness' of sorts for these beings that grew up more along the side of Light versus dark. Perhaps it was the fact he continued to violate such pure kind-hearted beings that truly set him off, whatever it was, he had just claimed yet another beneath his wings. He would surely have words with his Goddess about this, no doubt in his mind that she would accept this being into their strange family. With a grin he flashed his eyes down at the Half-Wit, knowing that the boy was rare, and soon a permanent being to have been collected.

The boy panted hard, the King almost so far into him that he couldn't breathe. He felt the pulsing and throbbing inside of him now, still the King steadily stroking him harder and harder. The boy bucked his hips and slowly allowed his eyes to find the Tyrant's, as he moaned softly, and did things to make it obvious he were asking for only a kiss. The King flicked his tongue and used both claws to grab the boy's waist, forcing him down hard on him, suddenly, as he pressed his lips to the boy's as they moaned and gasped vigilantly. The pressure from the King seemed to further arouse Ryou, his body feeling like it were on fire, as his wings began to tremble from the pleasurable overload of energy. The King sucked hard on the boy's tongue as he arched his back and fucked the boy steadily, focusing on the boy's frail insides, and making note of his weak spots as they moved.

The Angelic-Demonic flung his wings out in exasperation suddenly, loosing control of his body, and only forcing himself down further now. He passionately moaned and howled lightly as he kissed the King, moving his hips forwards and backwards, attempting to guide the King into his pleasure areas. The King snarled and flexed his back muscles, his powerful wings reappearing as his strength seemed to increase with his pleasure. The King now feverishly gave it to the Half-Wit, fucking him harder, faster, and much deeper. He carefully minded just how far he went into the creature, knowing that he could quite well harm him, but nevertheless, he fell into the euphoria, that the boy was so far into he was practically about to explode.

Without a better warning Ryou cried out, panting and arching as far as his spine would allow. The King hit him deep, and then pushed into him even further, causing the boy to grasp the King's shoulders, as he climaxed hard between them. The boy panted and continued to steadily move, hoping that the King wouldn't see him for a failure. But a moment later he would see the King's eyes flash, and hear a rather loud call, that caused him to watch so closely. As the Plague Bearer rubbed up deep inside the boy he began to climax himself, his glowing eyes and strange howls echoing throughout the almost bare room as he did so. The King's shooting hair glistened, then darkened, and lit up again as he did so. Ryou grasped onto the King tightly as he let off into the boy, causing him to arch and pant harder. When he was finished the King pushed himself into the boy hard, forcing the Half-Wit to moan one last time, before pulling out. The boy slowly climbed off of the King and whined, as a thick white and blackness dripped between his legs from the King's damage.

The boy grabbed his robes and dressed himself as the King retied his sash that went around his waist, then immediately, he crawled back into the King's lap, and rested his head lightly against Melvin's chest. The King panted and hissed as he breathed in, slowly reaching up to stroke the boy's white hair. His large tail flicked itself and flung blackness everywhere, the tail having climaxed just as hard. With a smirk, the King lifted the boy into his arms, and got to his own feet, wandering out of the room once again. The small kid seemed to doze off almost instantly, even though he fought to pass out to see where they were going.

Soon after the King had wandered to his bedroom, another had opened the door. One who would see, the Tyrant King of Oblivion, with a Half-Wit boy snuggled tightly up against his chest. The King's tail lazily was thrown over the both of them; he had claimed the boy for his own, no mistaking it.