#SadisticShipping [LY x Chris, with Mel in Fic]

[Melvin Louie-Leon]

Fandom: SADISTICSHIPPING

Pairing: LY x Chris (with Mel in-Fic)



Story: The Pits of Hell - Welcome to the Real Oblivion

Melvin opened his eyes slowly, as pain began to greet him. Searing, deep, throbbing pain, that made his body twinge with hate. His breathing was slow, raspy, and difficult. He let his eyes slide open, his blurred vision starting to make out the region that he was located in. He lifted his head, quickly realizing that he was in his half-form. He felt his long tail writhe behind him, he heard the sounds of metal, and turned his head back weakly, unaware that blood dripped from the side of his face and down his right eye. His lip was completely busted open, and it was safe to say that his body had been virtually destroyed. He couldn't remember anything. Panting, he looked back further, his neck in pain from the injuries that had clearly occurred before this moment. His body was cut up, deep gashes were visible along his normally perfect flesh. Attached to him, but without his shadows, were fragments of the Sinner (his-half form was parts of the Sinner, minus the Sinner's shadows and complete loss of mind). His long tail, his wings, and long claws at his hands, were part of this. As his light blue eyes looked around, Melvin was able to see that his tail was chained down to the ground, and another chain went from his neck, to the wall just behind him. His wrists were chained as well, with barely any room for moment. The only thing free were his broken wings, but he was going nowhere fast. Melvin's eyes glowed, a symbol of pain in this moment, his hair began to follow, dimly in the lighting.

Skipping down the corridors of the Pits, was the Little One. Little Yami, the Sickest Fuck, in all of Hell itself. Today she had something special planned, and it was something to get back at the Tyrant Wolf, for stepping out of bounds when it came to Hellien Rules. Melvin was never really one to follow guidelines, so she would teach him to behave. She would violate him in every which way possible, through his eyes, and without touching him. How, might you ask? Well, that was about to be explained shortly. The girl flexed the demonic wings, carefully placed atop her back. She giggled, and then walked into the massive opening in the caverns where Melvin was located. Between cracks in the grounding was lava, a true Hell this place was. There was a strange orange-yellow glow throughout the entire room area, thanks to the small bits of lava, and the many torches aflame along the walls. The ceiling was high, about ten to twelve feet into the area. It was dome-shaped and didn't exactly round-off, as rock and other things were visible. The place looked like the insides of a volcano, or at least close to it.

Another person would soon awaken, though he was not in the same area as the other two just yet. Chris opened his eyes to complete darkness, panicking and realizing that he couldn't breathe very well. He tried to move his arms, but he was strung up, and all that was to be heard, was the clanging of his chains. He groaned and tried to push himself up, his feet only barely touched the grounding, which was cold, like the rest of the place. As his heart raced he yanked the chains from above, but it was no use, he wasn't getting out. From behind him, his massive wings stretched, and creaked, making sickening cracks and movements, from having been spread out for so long. They had massive hooks going through them, holding onto the top bone, that gave his wings the ability to flare, and fly. The Angelic boy began to cry, fear setting in and slapping him in the face. The air around him was cold, and his bare chest had goosebumps, which felt strange against the metallic Dog Tags that he had worn for Melvin, his Keeper. His long silver hair shimmered on in the darkness, but he would see nothing, since his eyes were blinded, no thanks to some black sash. Another covered his mouth, and gagged him, so screaming was out for now.

Melvin's right hand, which ended with long black nails, felt the dirt upon the ground. He winced and used his left hand to rub his eyes, the Deviant creature in full-view of him now. She seemed to just stand there, her long white dress, just stained with blood, and gore. And in her right hand, carefully placed was a blade, one that Melvin knew far too well. He growled and lifted his head, his pointed ears still high, and his eyes still bright. A low snarl came from his lips as he looked at her, and then a moment later, a sinister glare of hate. His long tongue slid out of his mouth as he growled, but then he snapped open his eyes and they went wide. She had mentioned something to him, oh whatever could it be?

....The Angelic was greeted by the sounds of voices, and the boy shook and cringed. The Guards of Hell, the Black Knights in which Little Yami used as playthings when she was bored, had come for him on her orders. The boy trembled as they cut him down, then grabbed him. The hooks were still in his wings, and then weighed heavy and pulled on the flesh, as they dangled with the remains of the chains that he been connected to the ones he were strung up with. Other chains hung from the collar around his neck, and his wrists. He had red markings along those wrists, from having been hung up there for so long. His frame was rather weak compared to the Wolf, so it hadn't taken much to beat him so badly. His long silvery hair was a mess, and streaked with blood from the gashes in his back. What from was simple, he had been whipped multiple times of course. But that wasn't the best part. The best part was only just about to happen. He was blindly dragged through the cavern, for several minutes. His wings bled and his knees could barely keep him up, so the guards pretty much grabbed him and held him up for now. They came to a stop minutes later, then a small Child's Voice was heard.

The Guards obeyed the Demonic Child's demands, and dropped the Angelic kid, who fell to his knees weak from agony. He did not try to fight, and he did his best to stay quiet, but he couldn't stop trembling in fear. Melvin's eyes went wide, if one were close enough, they could see the streaks of black lining around his blazing blue iris as he went into shock. He coughed and rubbed his eye with his right hand, then blinked - and looked over at the Angel. It was Chris. Little Yami spoke to the Hellien Guards, and one of them grabbed the Angel creature's leash, that came with the collar he was wearing. She had the other guards leave, knowing that the Angelic was far too weak and pathetic to really do much. The guard was then instructed to chain the creature with the silver hair, down to the floor across from Melvin. She was even nice enough to ensure the Guard that the Tyrant couldn't get free. Melvin's eyes glowed brighter, he was enraged, and there was no mistaking it. Little Yami turned to face him, then crouched down and put her fingers to her lips. She told the Tyrant to behave himself, or that his Boy, would be killed in the process of... of her Games.

Little Yami skipped away, the Tyrant was angry, and kept swiping at her with his ragged claws. She wasn't concerned about Melvin, he was more than just chained down. His chains were laced with Angelic Dust, something even Angels were allergic to. Melvin was powerless to shift all the way into his super form, and basically, just moving, seared his flesh. The Deviant Child walked over to Chris, who was just far enough from Melvin, to reach out and barely be able to touch him. But they were far enough apart, where that would surely never happen. Little Yami had it all planned from the beginning, she had the prefect way of getting at Melvin - without even needing to touch him. Imagine that, the perfect torture. She had found it, and now she lusted to finish what she had started. The girl ripped the blindfold off of Chris, who cried when he saw his Keeper laying there on his stomach, just watching in horror. The Little One the cut the gag off, and he was free to scream and cry for Melvin, who would never be able to save him - no matter how mad he got. Least, not without killing himself first. Shifting with the Dust Chains was certain death for creatures of Other-Worldly ability. The both of them, knew this of course.

Chris panted and gripped the ground, then dragged himself as far as he could go. His neck chain was just beneath him, and very much chained to the grounding below him. The massive wings that he had flared upwards and outwards - he was a Long-Wing, which was an Angelic with the Wingspan of a God. The hooks in his wings tore into his flesh deeper, and the the wings came back down in a sickening crack, as the weight of the chains got to him, and prevented him from taking off. His wings had also been strapped to the flooring, but they were long enough where he could flex them all the way up - but that didn't mean he wouldn't shred them in the process.

Melvin yanked his chains, and pulled his tail as hard as he could, but it only burned him. He hissed and howled out in pain, the other chains around his tail tightening, and burning his scales, as well as his fin. A low angry bellow echoed from the Wolf, slamming into the walls and bouncing from them as his anger and hate swelled. He reached out with his right hand, yanking the chain at his neck, and howling as it burned him. When the Tyrant and the Angelic realized that they couldn't reach each other, they both rested their heads, and just watched each other. Melvin's eyes burned with a fury that could have blazed longer for any of Hell's flames. Chris's eyes were a deep blue, and filled with tears. He blinked them away and weakly brought his hand to his mouth, to wipe away some of the blood that he tasted upon his bottom lip. He rested his head to one side, facing his Keeper, and tried to smile through the tears. His wings shook violently, and his entire body began to hate him really, really quickly. Melvin laid there just the same, his eyes moving constantly, and looking to the vile she-witch that had put them there.

Little Yami could only giggle at their misfortune. Her red eyes just lit up with delight as she watched them, attempt to get at each other. She assured them that their God still thought that they were safe, and that she herself hadn't messed with her. Melvin knew enough about Little Yami to trust her words, she was often crudely honest, to the point where that became sadistic. But still he raged and shouted at her, demanding that she free them, or at least Chris, since he hadn't done anything to her. Little Yami retorted with more laughter, and explained that she was going to introduce the boys to a 'Hellish Social Experiment' - one of her games. Melvin howled and attempted to break free again, but she ignored him, and told him just how this was going to work. She would torture one of them in front of the other, until the other was mentally destroyed, in just about every which way possible. Immediately Melvin caught on - she was going to do something horrid to his Boy, to get back at him for pissing her off. It was a horrible and unfair price to pay, but everyone knew, that you just didn't fuck with LY. Of course right away he tried to act like it was 'whatever' - as though it would bother him. He figured by doing this, that she would come after him. He was stronger, he could take it. He knew that much - Chris was not built for pain.

Chris laid there worriedly. His deep blue eyes went wide, and he never took them off of Melvin. Little Yami instructed the Guard standing there silently, to move forwards, and chain Chris's chain further to the ground. With this done, he was just barely able to lift his head. This would ensure, that while Little Yami carried out her torment, that she would remain unharmed. Not like she really cared, she more or less just wanted to scare the life into the two Boys that belonged to Oblivion's Castle. Shooing the Guard to the side of the wall, where he was free to watch from beneath his helmet, Little Yami giggled, and sat atop Chris's bare back. She ran the knife under his throat, her small left hand, holding onto his long silvery hair. She whispered what she was going to do to him, softly, and as creepily as possible. The Angel gripped the ground and moved his wings, that went upwards then tore due to the hooks. He felt Little Yami grasp his hair tighter, and cried out for Melvin to save him. Obviously that just wasn't possible, and only enraged Melvin further. Little Yami watched for the Tyrant's reactions, and explained to him that if Chris wasn't enough to get the message across, that she would just have to torture him instead. Melvin laid his head down, and just watched them, then closed his eyes, pretending that he was annoyed and didn't care for the Boy as much.

Little Yami snickered, knowing all to well what Melvin was trying to do. She wasn't stupid, no, far, far from stupid. Creative maybe, devious, totally, and sadistic... absolutely. Highly intelligent was also something that the Little One was. She read people very well. Which is why the moment Melvin looked away, she pressed the blade to Chris's collar bone, and began to drag it across his flesh. Chris screamed and his smaller frame trembled, his wings shaking violently from the shock. Little Yami whispered to him that she was going to violate him in every which way possible, making him cry for his Keeper. Melvin winced, and kept his eyes shut, and kept looking away. He had to pretend that this wasn't happening, so that LY would get bored with Chris and leave him alone. Melvin began to worry, and feel sick. He knew that the Boy was in agony, and wanted nothing more than for his Keeper to hold and protect him. Mel found himself resenting himself for having kept the Boy around, since it only got him turned against him. But that was no way to think. He gritted his teeth together, his fangs gnashing against his bottom teeth, and he attempted to ignore the screams from his mate. The screaming stopped for a moment, but still he did not look up. Little Yami was, at this time, licking the blood from her knife, it was fresh, and warm against her soft lips and long tongue.

As the Deviant licked the blood from the blade, Chris panted and winced, closing his eyes and trying not to notice the blood that was running down his chest to the dirt below him. He reached up and covered his eyes, his wrists still in their shackles. He felt helpless, and didn't understand why Melvin looked away from him. It made him feel alone, and afraid. He kept calling for him, and pleading with him to do something, but the Tyrant only ignored him, and laid there. He sobbed and put his head down, feeling the Deviant play with his long silver hair. She began to pet his head, telling him to be a "Good Angel" and take it, so that they could be on their way. She told him that Melvin didn't love him anymore, and that she would punish him for his Sins against her. Melvin fought the urge to look up, knowing that her words were lies. Chris heaved and fought the urge to vomit, feeling Little Yami sitting atop him, running the knife down his back teasingly. He began to wonder why he was an Angel, since he spent so much time being used and abused... since he spent so much time down in Hell. He wished he were tough like Melvin, and he wished that he hadn't even existed anymore soon after.

Little Yami dragged the blade over Chris's back, then applied the right amount of pressure, so that she was actually slashing into him. As the metallic blood appeared, she rested her cold and dead hand atop his back, watching her right one's perfect art. The Angel wailed in agony, then reached up and covered the back of his head and he sobbed. He cringed feeling the Deviant get up, to sit beside him, so that she could continue to carve tons of symbols in his back and shoulders - all Satanic of course, as it was part of the Game. Little Yami watched Melvin, he was wincing harder, feeling the waves of energy that Chris was giving off since he was in sheer agony. Little Yami then picked up the knife, then looked at Melvin and told him to watch. Obviously the Tyrant didn't reply, so she shrugged - and then -

Little Yami stabbed Chris in the right shoulder. It went a nice two inches into his shoulder bone, leaving a nice wound. She listened to his screams, and watched his broken wings flare up and almost attempt to shield him - though they could not, thanks to the hooks and chains forcing them apart. She giggled and Melvin lifted his head, enraged. Chris screamed again, Little Yami stabbing him once more. She then got up and climbed onto his back, then slashed open his right wing - taking advantage of the fact that Melvin was now watching.

Melvin snarled, and attempted to shift, the Angelic Dust shackles burning him deeply. His blue eyes turned white, and ignited with flames. His wings began to grow out larger, and he grasped at the ground, trying to rip himself free of the chains. The Tyrant had now become a rabid Wolf, while Chris only screamed, making the adrenaline course through him as he raged. Little Yami giggled, and then stabbed the left wing of Chris, that had gone untouched. It went so deep, that her Dragon's Dagger, just went straight through it to the other side, the thick meaty flesh breaking away as she ripped it from her target. Melvin howled and screamed at the Deviant for being such a coward, challenging her to fight him. Obviously she found this amusing, and this time - she ignored him. She grabbed the Boy's hair, it glowing dully in her hands, which were coated with his blood. She put her fingers in her mouth, tasting the metallic blood, that was deep red in color. Chris howled and ripped his right wing from the chains, which tore the hooks out of his wing, and ripped it almost completely down the center. Laughing harder, Little Yami climbed onto his right wing, and sat on it, so that he couldn't move it without the most excruciating pain hitting him. She placed the knife into her left hand, and then used her right - to stick her fingers into the massive tear. The Angel screamed and begged her to stop, tearing at his hair, the way that Melvin injured himself, tearing at his chains.

The Tyrant collapsed, he had been burned so deeply, that he was now with open-wounds and bleeding out. His wrists, throat, ankles, and mouth bled, anything that had touched the chains in his attempt to break free. He weakly reached out for the Angel, his eyes sad and his mind delusional. He watched LY put her fingers in her mouth, licking the blood that free-flowed from Chris's shredded wing. He noticed that one of the bones had fired off through the wing, when the hooks had torn. There was but one left, but the Angelic had no strength to move, now that he was bleeding out. Melvin howled in frustration, tears forming at his eyes the way the Boy's had. His Angel looked more and more dead each passing moment, his eyes hollow as he laid there in a pool of his own blood and feathers.

Little Yami was more than enjoying herself. Melvin had lost it, and had harmed himself, without her having to have done a thing. She got up and stepped on Chris's wing, where the bone was shooting through it. The sound that he made was probably about the sound he made, the time Melvin's tail had flared out in his ass. She proceeded to walk behind him, knowing that the two Boys had locked eyes in pain and anguish. It was at this time, that she proceeded with the final part of her plan, before she would set them free, of course. Using the guard, she demanded that he pull the Angel's pants down, and force him to sit on his knees. She knew the Tyrant to be only watching as he mate prepared himself to be ravaged, it was coming, and he knew this from the moment of capture. The Angel was bent over, his hands both over his head, which he kept to the floor in fear. The Deviant giggled as she looked at him from behind, her wings flexed outwards in delight, when she looked to the right to see Melvin's paled face and wide eyes. She didn't even care that he begged her to leave the Boy alone. She had gotten the message across to him, that much was clear. But the rest... this was just for fun now. They would learn their lessons and never forget - that was part of the plan.

The Little Demon Kid hissed at the Guard, and made him kneel beside the Angel. She instructed the massively armored demon, to hold him up beneath his waist, and around the hips, so that he couldn't move. Not that Chris wanted to move, he was frozen stiff with fear. He did nothing more than cover his head and cry for his Keeper, who was at a safe distance, but not safe enough to miss what was about to happen of course. The Angel with the broken wing pleaded with the Deviant, begging her not to do this to him, but Little Yami had no remorse for anyone or anything in this place or otherwise. She didn't care, because she didn't need to care. She put the blade in her right hand, then slipped it under the angel, so that it was pressed to him. He cried and begged her again, but she proceeded to press it to him harder, the knife ripping into his flesh, and sliding down his thigh of his right leg. The Angel's eyes went wide with horror as he looked up at his Keeper, who wore an equally fearful look. He was worried, because had hadn't an idea if the Deviant had meant to kill them. The two Boys watched each other, blood dripping from their faces as they stared off into pure horror in each other's eyes.

Chris's knees burned from trying to crawl away, but the guard was large enough that he was easily kept in place. He felt the cold blade pressed up against his other leg and winced, looking up at Melvin for some sense of salvation or something. The Tyrant's hair glowed brightly, his eyes were fierce and horrific-looking as they watched the girl giggle and play with her catch. He wanted nothing more than to get a hold of her and put her out of all worlds, though he knew the Deviant had a horrific habit of coming back. He was determined to at least get to his Angel, his God would kill him for letting anything happen to him. Melvin's mind instantly went to his God, how mad she would be he did not know - but right now, he didn't care. All he wanted to do, was save his Boy, so that his God had the chance to be mad at them later. He watched as the Angel's face turned red, he was beyond embarrassed and ashamed of the position he was in. He looked down and away from his Keeper, then covered his head again softly. The boy took a deep breath, feeling the tip of the blade touching him. He closed his eyes, and waited, telling himself that it wouldn't be much worse than Melvin's tail. He was wrong though, of course.

Little Yami ignored Melvin still. He was crying now, and he was destroyed. That was satisfying and surely turned her on inside. Knowing that the Big Bad Wolf, and his pet were bowing down to her - was more than just a turn on. The Deviant looked at her blade. It was caked with Chris's blood, and about to be covered in even more. She pushed the tip of the blade into him slowly, watching him shake and tremble in fear. She patted his backside and told him that it was far from over, and that he would surely be bleeding out soon. Obviously this freaked Chris the fuck out - to the point where he just vomited all over the ground beneath him. It got in his hair and all over his chains and hands, but he didn't care. He heaved, and leaned over, just as the Little One pushed the knife further into him. The Angel's wings violently snapped into place, the left one attempting to shred itself to get free. Chris screamed in pain as the knife sliced his flesh, his body unable to comprehend such pain. He gagged and arched his back, the guard holding him steadily in place as he threw up again. This time however, some blood came up with the vomit. The Boy looked up weakly at his Tyrant, who sat there with glassy blue eyes, that did nothing but remain dead as he stared out into Oblivion. Little Yami had won, and now she was forcing Melvin to watch. He fought the urge to look away, but he only spoke softly to his mate, and promised him that they would be freed soon.

Little Yami only died laughing at Melvin's pathetic words. She shoved the blade deeper into the Angel, then pulled on the hilt, so that it slid back out a bit. Chris was tall, but not as built as Melvin, so destroying him from the inside was more than simple. She shoved the blade into him again, watching all the blood run down from between his legs as she did so. She reached beneath him with a small demonic claw, grasping onto him, and stroking him with her blood-coated hands. The Guard pretended not to watch, knowing that the Deviant's Games were far from his business. He was only there to make sure that the creature did not move out of position, or harm LY.

Melvin leaned over and hurled all over the flooring. He could hear LY's laughs from where he was, as his eyes glowed a raging red, and then went back to blue again. He could hear Chris's cries, his wails, and his strange moans from being violated so deeply, and Melvin's inability to save him only made him rage deeper. He turned back to his chains and grasped onto them, with both hands, ripping one from the ground. Howling out he fell back over, his hands hot as if a iron had just been placed in his hands and held there for ten seconds. Hissing and rolling to one side, he smashed his wing, which was met by one of his shackles, that touched him and burned him. Shaking and hissing, he got to his knees, and howled, looking at his hands that were in searing pain. He was about to go for the other chain, when he heard the Angel call to him almost sadly, begging him not to hurt himself anymore. The Tyrant with the speared hair fell to his knees in tears, his hands that were burned pressed down to the dirt as he heaved from vomiting and being a witness to his Angel's torment. He screamed and raged, and then fell silent, then apologized to his Angel for not saving him. He listened to the Angel gasp and cry, he was trying to make it through this alive for his Keeper. He told Melvin to cover his eyes, but the Tyrant watched everything.

The Angel trembled and shivered, barely feeling the blade inside of him now. His mouth dripped with blood as he sat there, the guard firmly holding him in place. His armored arms wrapped around the boy's waist, rubbing up against his bony hips. Little Yami continued to inch that knife deeper into the Angel, who cringed and gripped the dirt grounding of the Hell they were all in. He shivered and arched his back, his blood coating Little Yami's hand, as she stroked him roughly. Her hand was freakishly small and ended in strange claws, that she used to moved along the Angel as she touched him. Chris bit down on his lip as tears dripped from his eyes, strangely unable to fight the sensation building up from within him. He turned his head away and demanded that LY stop what she was doing, but she could sense, that somewhere in his body, it felt good.

Giggling, the Deviant caressed him in a sick manner, using her right hand to move the blade inside him as she stroked him. The Angel whimpered at looked to the Tyrant, who watched them horrified. The Angel was afraid to show any signs that he was aroused by this sick ploy, but with the way that she was doing him, there was little he could do to stop it. The little Deviant listened as he whined for his Keeper, and told him that he felt ashamed of himself. The Tyrant only snarled, and told the Angel to get through it, so that perhaps the Deviant would leave them alone. But the Angel just couldn't seem to let off now, now that his Keeper was speaking to him, he felt too ashamed. The Deviant demanded that the Angel show his Tyrant that his Tyrant was not the only one that could please him. She said it even as he bled out all over her hands and her blade. But Chris just couldn't do it. He had felt it before, and now he was just afraid of what his Wolf would think. That, and there was a Guard holding him, that frightened the death out of him as well. Little Yami listened as Melvin spoke, telling the Boy to figure it was somehow him or something. It made her giggle, and it made the Angel more of a male again.

The Boy did as he were told, and moaned louder until the Deviant was able to get him off. Once he leaned forwards and came, she ripped the knife from him, and make him scream, but in a strange and twisted sense. It was just as he had began to release, so it came out more as a screaming moan or a howl. Something like that. Little Yami giggled and slipped the blade back into the sleeve of her dress, then demanded that the guard let go of Melvin's plaything. Laughing sadistically, she made the guard summon the others, to free the bound creatures in Hell. Excusing herself from the area, she skipped back down the corridor, looking for her next victims to play with. The guards would then cut Melvin and Chris free, and they would be escorted back to the surface.

The moment the Boys were free, the Wolf ran to his Boy, and embraced him, kissing him deeply and wrapping his arms around the frail creature. He then shifted into his Sinner form completely, thankful that the collars and things were removed from the both of them. His Angel bled in his arms as he lashed out and killed the guards around them, shoving his tail through every which one of them. Black ooze leaked out of his tail after he did so, then he cradled Chris into his arms, and abandoned Hell to head back to Oblivion where they belonged. Even in his lethal form, with Chris's long silver hair just turning red and blowing into his face, he told the Boy that he loved him, and that he would do everything to keep him safe from then on. The Angel paled out and bled everywhere, and did nothing but gently take the Sinner's left hand, and place it in his as the Sinner flew off. Melvin the tyrannical Sinner would then land back at Oblivion some odd time later, and do everything he could to fix his Angel, stitching him and healing him, before the Overseer, Melvin's God, came home...