khadence

Releasing The Tiger 3/?

2008-01-17T03:39:06Z

Characters/Pairings: DG/Zero
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: All of Tin Man
Warnings: Character Rape, Explicit Adult Concepts
Summary: Short series detailing Zeros release from his tin prison and what he does immediatly afterwards.
Author's Note: This is taken from a roleplay I (dg_oz) and a friend (exiled_zero) were doing on the eclipsed_o_zlivejournal roleplaying game. No you will not be able to see it without applying as a character, getting accepted, making a new account and joining. This is taken directly from the roleplay. Chapters will be posted as they are roleplayed.
Second Author's Note: Thanks to pinxmyxwings for playing Cain in this chapter.

http://community.livejournal.com/tinman_fic/132616.html#cutid1

http://community.livejournal.com/tinman_fic/135648.html#cutid1

As she shoved against him, Zero allowed her to pull away briefly, his hand slipping down her arm as the scratch he’d made earlier on her hip leaked blood. Enough silly games, enough of this foolishness, the horse was bound to have reached the castle by now, and the guards would be out looking. The hand holding the knife shifted upward, pressing the blade to the back of her neck. "If you make one more move to run, you might be loosing your life today as well…" The threat hung heavy in the air after he’d spoken, and he allowed it a few moments to sink in before moving once again. His fingers unwrapped from around his arm, and Zero moved that hand to unbutton his own leather pants, letting them slip off his hips, the smirk growing wider on his lips. The guards would surely come for her, but by the time they did, he would already be finished.
She could feel the blood against her hip due to the fact that a very slight wind had picked up around them, causing a chill to run against her, making her involuntarily shudder for the breifest of seconds. DG froze as she felt the knife against the back of her neck and her face curled into a frown. It wasn't worth it to fight against him at this moment because he once more had a wepon. Grinding her teeth together she stared at him, and if looks could kill Zero would have dropped dead at the Princess' feet within a matter of seconds. Blue eyes shifted down as he worked on his own pants and then shot back up, unwilling to witness it happening any more then possible.
Looks could kill, just not DG’s looks. If she’d been Azkadellia, no, if she’d been the Sorceress, he would be dead with a snap of her fingers. She was nothing but a weak child in his mind. Raping a child, Zero? How awful of you. Yet, the man ignored the soft remainder of reason in the back of his mind. She hadn’t fought back this time, and he shoved her backwards only a few steps, following her, until her back was against one of the trees. It was more comfortable this way, and she couldn’t turn around and try to run at random. His little, tiny voice of conscience was pushed further into the dark hollow of his mind as he used one hand to push her underwear down as well. "I hope you scream, little girl, no one can hear you." The words escaped his lips as a soft whisper as he pushed his hips against hers, not bothering to find out how ready her body was for him, not really caring either, just pushing inside of her. It wasn’t gentle or loving, as one would want their first time to be, he just pushed completely inside of her. ‘Gentle and loving’ weren’t in Zero’s vocabulary, certainly not for DG.
Some could say they would rather die then be raped, but DG wasn't ready to die - nor was she ready to be raped but it appeared that the guards were a little slower then usual in realising she was missing. As her back was pushed against the tree she winced somewhat, her eyes narrowing darkly at Zero. Before a snappy comeback entered her mind he'd pushed into her and scream she did, the pain shot through her body unbearably so and her fingers grasped the edge of the tree. Inhaling a sharp breath of air she felt it being pushed back out of her lungs just as quickly as her body attempted to find a way to deal with the pain and the intrusion. Her body went rigid at the assault, and her vision faded to black. Something ripped was followed by the intense pain of stretching. It was a pain so bad that her legs went numb, and tears filled her blue eyes as her body experienced torture in places she hadn't known existed until now.
Zero let out a small groan upon practically forcing himself inside. It was always like this with virgins, they were always a little too tight, they screamed, they almost always cried. DG had already fulfilled all three of the expected characteristics. The scream had made the man chuckle softly, and the sight of the tears in her blue eyes excited him more, made him want to make her scream again. There was a lust for power, which he had already, and a lust for the screams of an innocent, something Zero loved, something he practically lived for. It had been the reason he’d joined the Longcoat forces, because he could make them scream, and he could have done so legally until Azkadellia had lost her power. This would have actually been legal had Azkadellia never lost power… The thoughts didn’t matter. He would be long gone before she would be found again. Not allowing DG’s body more than a moment to get used to him, he pulled completely out, and pushed into her again. His lips skimmed across her jawbone, finding her lips and kissing her hungrily once again.
For only a second she thought maybe he'd gripped reality and a consciousness and would back off, but then he had filled her again and a new rush of pain from his actions hit her. The tears escaped from her eyes and they flowed down her face freely as a meaker scream escaped her lips, the friction of his thrusts into her was like sandpaper. Placing her hands on his shoulders she felt some of the pain edge away and her legs wrapped around him in an attempt to reduce the gravitational pull that impaled her against him. Each thrust was slightly more bearable now, that was until he had kissed her, her lips didn't move at all with his own but rather allowed him to do as he wished. Her chest tightened uncomfortably as she balled her hands into fists and hit his shoulders with as much force as she could muster, perhaps giving him a small taste of the pain she was in.
The scream was softer, and he didn’t like it. As she attempted to make herself more comfortable, he pushed her legs downward, away from him. That was the last thing he wanted, to make DG even slightly more comfortable through the whole experience. He knew some of the pain would wane slowly as he continued to thrust in and out of her, but the emotional and mental pain of the experience would remain with her for the rest of her life. That idea in itself was the thought that kept him going now and still engrossed in what he was halfway through. The kiss lasted until Zero felt like he needed a gasp of air, and the taste of DG out of his mouth. His hand, the one holding the knife, pulled away from behind her neck, running down her shirt carefully without cutting through the material, then resting at her hip once again. He was just about finished with her now, only a couple more seconds, maybe a minute or two…
DGs legs fell off of his waist as he shoved them off and she let out a failing gasp. Inside her mind she was anywhere but here, she was getting yelled at by her mother for getting another ticket. Fixing her motorcyle. Running away from a rabid dog, anything but this. When he pulled from the kiss she sucked in a breath of air as her head smacked itself against the tree and she winced at the pain she'd just caused herself. Only barely had she registered the knife going down her chest, but she'd felt it resting against her hips and she tensed and attempted to pull herself away.
He held her against the tree, on one side there was the knife, on the other there was just his hand against her waist, keeping her in position. She tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his grip. A small, sick idea twisted itself into Zero’s mind, refusing to let him go, and he leaned into her, letting his hips continue with the pace. His hand slipped off her waist, moving downward and pausing for a moment over the triangle of dark curls before he kissed her again. His fingers slipped down, and his thumb found her clit, flicking over it, teasing her. Zero wanted to hear her scream again. The sound had been pleasing to his ears, and he wanted it again, louder, hell, he wanted her to scream his name. Ah, yes, that would be wonderful. He felt himself get close to his own release, close but not quite there, not quite over the edge yet. "How ‘bout you come for me princess?" He half suggested, half ordered. "You know you’re enjoying it. Go ahead." His voice was not much more than a murmur against her lips, and yet the cold, cruel undertones were painfully obvious through it.
His hand drifted lower and she wanted to recoil from his touch, but the flick against her clit had somehow made the pain disappear if only for a second, and for that she was grateful. "Oh," DG whispered as she sucked in a breath of air and her teeth ground together as her mind registered what he had said. It wasn't until then that he spoke - and his hand had begun to tease against her clit - that she'd realised her body was betraying her and she was indeed close to what she assumed was her edge. DGs breathing was raggid now as she tried to collect herself against him, but the pain was falling away from her as he teased her and without warning she was screaming again, but this time it was his name. Her entire body shuddered against him and her eyes wound together tightly as the orgasm wracked her.
She did as she was told, and she’d screamed his name, making the sick, cruel smile reappear on Zero’s lips as he pulled out of the kiss. He could claim now that he’d had one of the O.Z’s princesses, the O.Z’s future Queen, screaming his name in the middle of a forest, he could probably claim that she’d enjoyed it, because while her mind hadn’t, her body certainly had. He drew in his own sharp breath, feeling himself approach the edge, and tip over it, feeling himself spill inside of her. Remaining in her for only a moment afterwards, he pulled out, pulled away, looking over her with the same grin still on his face. There was something else he wanted to do, just one more thing, and then he felt free to leave and never look back at the young woman again. He knew he’d never see her. Tightening his grip on the knife, he drew it across her hip in three lines, in the form of a crude Z. Her hip bled. It would probably scar as well. "You enjoyed that, princess."
She was dirty and sick for allowing her body to do that, and as he removed himself from her she almost collapsed. Her fingers grasped the tree for support as she gathered her breath, then she felt the knife on her hip and she hissed in pain. Blue eyes turned to her hip, the three lines had formed a Z and she figured, with how deep he'd cut her - that she would probably scar. Or bleed out before the guards got there, if they had even realised she was gone. "No," DGs voice was raspy and cold, her eyes turned towards him with hatred. "No, you enjoyed that. I am doing my best to forget it."
Humming a tune as he walked down the hall, Glitch headed for DG’s room. He was bored, and there was no better cure for boredom than the quirky princess. Stopping with a sway as he pivoted on his left foot to face the entrance, he gave a cheery three-rap knock on her wooden door. After a patient moment of staring expectantly at the door, he tried again with another knock. Frowning when no DG appeared before him, he sighed and moved on, deciding he would have to track the girl down. The next probable place DG could be was with Cain, as those two seemed to be attached at the hip. Coming upon the ex-Tin Man’s room, he was surprised to find the door open. "Cain?" he asked, almost in fear as he hovered in the doorway.
"What is it?" Cain replied, lifting his head and looking up at the unkempt man watching him intently as he sat at his desk.
"Have you seen DG today?" he blinked, tipping his head curiously. "She wasn’t in her room, and I know you two are always around each other…" he explained as trailed off.
"No, actually. Did you check with Az?" The zipperhead brought up a point. It was already early afternoon, and he had yet to see the young woman. She was usually at his side the moment she was decent, curious about one thing or another.
"Azkadellia is in the City today," Glitch pointed out. "And she left early this morning. Way earlier than DG would ever wake up," he nodded with wide, earnest eyes.
Cain frowned, standing from his spot at his desk. "I’ll go look for her. Maybe she’s outside in the courtyard, reading," he suggested out loud before walking towards the door, causing Glitch to move out of his way. He spoke to Glitch, but it was really a suggestion to comfort his own mind, because he couldn’t remember the last time he saw DG reading in the courtyard. Glitch shrugged and watched Cain walk off before shrugging helplessly once more and wandering off to find something else to entertain him. After several moments of scanning the courtyard, Cain let out a heavy sigh, frustrated he even allowed himself to call her name that long. The yard was wholly in his view; he saw instantly that the princess wasn’t there. He moved on to check the rest of the grounds, heading outside. The front grounds were as peaceful as ever, so he checked around the back of the castle, near the stables. Maybe she was visiting the horses.
Coming upon the stables, he broke into a gentle jog, seeing that one of the horses had escaped its stall, and the harder he looked and the closer he got, the more he realized it was DG’s horse. Slowing to a stop as he came upon the horse, he frowned and extended his hand to pet the animal. The horse flinched away before Cain even touched him. "What’s the matter, boy? Where’s DG?" he asked in a whisper and did a walk around the horse. His heart jumped into his throat the moment he saw the hilt sticking from the animal’s side. The Tin Man didn’t even need to give it a good look. There was only one person he could think of that would stab a horse in the shoulder and only one person that DG was questioning Cain about. Zero. "That dumb kid," he muttered before he gripped the knife with both hands, pulling it out as gently as he could from the horse’s flesh. The animal gave a displeased whinny and shifted away from him as Cain slipped the bloodied knife into his pants pocket. "Sorry boy," he mumbled and then shook his head, getting another horse from the stable. He would have to tend to DG’s horse later. Quickly he put reigns on the animal, not bothering with a saddle-there was no time to waste with buckling and tightening the straps. Cain mounted the horse with ease and grabbed the reigns before digging his heels into the animal’s gut, causing the animal to bolt forward in the direction of the tin suit.
The sound of her voice only made Zero give a louder laugh, the poor little thing, he would feel pity for her if she weren’t a Princess, if she weren’t the cause of all the pain Zero had suffered from stuck in the damned tin suit for a whole year. "Pity, Princess. Your body disagrees." He commented, stepping away form her and wishing that he hadn’t stabbed her horse. It would have made a good escape plan now, although it was also probably back at the castle by now. He would just have to walk to Central City, or the Realm of the Unwanted, or wherever he was going to go now. Which one was closer? Central City. He would go there for now. Turning to cast one last look at the girl, he shook his head. Pathetic. She had magic, she was Azkadellia’s sister, and she couldn’t even defend herself properly. "If you happen to change your mind, I’ll be around. Ask for Amorée, she’ll know where to find me." The other woman was smart though, she knew whom to tell where Zero was, and whom not to speak to. If she were still alive, she probably would not betray him. With that, he turned away a final time, wandering through the trees, away from the broken princess.
DG scoffed lightly as she felt her body sliding to the ground against the tree, despite the fact it was scraping her back. Yes she was Azkadellias sister, but she had gone fifteen years without her magic, and all the memories of her magic were blocked from her. DG had to concentrate in order to use her magic and the fact that it was so easily broken made for her to appear very weak even though her magic was far from it. At the next thing he said she made a face and stared at his back as he disappeared, he was sick. Barely she registered to pull up her pants incase someone came to find her, and with that her head rested against the bark of the tree and allowed her eyes to close. Cain should have noticed she was gone by now - should be coming for her. Shouldn't he?

Good For Other Things 1/1

2008-01-04T19:33:45Z

Title: Good For Other Things

Author: Khadence

Characters/Pairing: Zero/Azkadellia

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Zero is good for other things

Warning: Sex

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters sadly, just the bunny that came to me.

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Zero got what he wanted, and when he wanted it - this had been true for a long time now. Ever since he had been appointed General, Azkadellia had made sure that what he requested was given to him, supported by the fact that he pleased her in whatever task he was assigned to do. Whatever possessed him to do what he was doing, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he had found himself outside of the Sorceress' door, his hand knocking at the door heavily. Grey eyes shifted upwards as the door was opened presenting Azkadellia in a night robe looking almost displeased to see him.

"What is it Gen -" Her words were cut off as he advanced on her, causing her bare feet to move backwards to keep the distance between them. For whatever reason she hadn't lashed out at him for looking at her like that, or for barging in on her when she was about to sleep. The sound and feel of her back hitting the wall caused her to look at Zero with a heavy eye. He appeared completely calm and collected as he stepped in front of her, his eyes roamed over her body, causing Azkadellia to feel heat rising into her face. Suddenly she was very aware of the fact that she was dressed in a robe and not actual clothing.

Seconds later, his hand reached towards her, lightly brushing the fabric of her robe-just where her tattoos were—as he pulled it to the side and brought his hand down, caressing her breast as it was revealed to his eyes. Zero heard her swallow, as though she was trapped there. He figured it was shock that hadn't made her react against him yet, but he wasn't complaining. A gloved hand moved to the other side of her robe and did the same. Both of her breasts were now visible to his eyes, he watched her breathed before his hand moved downwards. The silence was deafening to him, he could only hear Azkadellia’s breath hitch as both of his hands grasped the lower part of her robe, forcing it aside. Now she was completely revealed to him, and it was clear that there was a dark look in his eyes, one she had assumed was lust.

Azkadellia wasn't sure when exactly he had gotten himself free from his pants, but the next thing she knew his hand had grasped her leg, pulling it apart from her other, effectively forcing her to stand on one foot. It was clear to her what his intentions were now, and she allowed herself to wrap her legs around his waist. A sharp gasp escaped from her lips as she felt Zero push himself into her completely, the sensation of being filled causing her eyes to close with pleasure.

Apparently this is what he wanted because he'd growled. "You," He began slowly, "Have no idea, how long I have waited to see that look on your face. Or how long I have wanted to be the one to make you have that look." His male pride had risen completely within him causing Azkadellia’s eyes to flash open, glaring at the general for his words.

"Yo-" Once more she was cut off by him as he had pulled out of her, leaving the tip of himself inside of her. Now it was a feeling of emptiness that had crept inside of her, causing her to push her hips towards him, making him grin once more before slamming his hips forward. Azkadellia’s hand flew from her side to the base of his neck, a choked gasp escaping her at the sensation.

"I'm sorry, what were you going to say?" He questioned, his eyes roaming over her tattoos to her breasts which were falling up and down heavily with her breaths.

Apparently she was much lonelier then any of them had assumed. Grey eyes shifted towards the spot beside them where her nightstand was, the objects that were in his way only pissing him off. With one swift move of his hand he had brought it across the wood and caused all of the objects to clatter to the ground with a loud crashing sound.

The violence he was showing only excited her further. No one ever dared to do anything like that around her before, which made her wonder if there had been another reason for keeping Zero around. Her thoughts were pushed aside as she felt him grab her by the waist and turn her so that her back was nearly lying against the now cleared off nightstand. The next push of his hips caused her to gasp, a hand grasping his arm for support. It was an uncomfortable spot she was in; halfway bent backwards over a nightstand with Zero between her legs, one leg around his waist, both of his hands digging into her hips painfully through the gloves. He was big—bigger then she expected. He often overcompensated, which always gave her the impression he had something to be lacking with. Azkadellia had been wrong before.

By now she had wrapped both of her legs around his waist, allowing him to push deeper inside of her, stroking a spot she had forgotten existed until now. Azkadellia was breathing loudly, the only sound that she was able to hear. Her hand dug deeper at his neck as he pushed his length into her before almost completely withdrawing from her, and then slamming back inside. This was sure to leave bruises from his visit, but she wagered that was partially what he was hoping for.

One of his hands had become free of its glove somehow. She never figured him to be that great of a multi-tasker, but today was full of firsts. A sharp gasp escaped from her as his hand had brushed over her clit. "Oh," Was all she could get out, and even at that it wasn't a word, it was so sharp and left her without any breath in her at all it was more of a noise.

"Problems?" Zero questioned smugly, unable to get a response out of her as he continued his maddening pace of harsh thrusts and occasional flicks of his finger over her clit. As he rested his hand there, he could feel her heart pounding through the tiny bundle of nerves and he could feel his own release creeping up on him. He had begun to use his thumb over her clit harshly, almost a bit too painfully for liking.

It was seconds later that she gasped his name and her legs had tightened around his waist, allowing her release to ride out through her body. She could feel the bits of liquid that were near her fingers, reminding her that she was grasping his neck tightly; this thought only became aware to her as she heard a deep growl from Zero, signaling that he had followed her through her orgasm. They stayed in the uncomfortable position for a moment before she could feel his hands on her hips once more, pulling her off of the nightstand and standing her up.

Azkadellia untwined her legs from around his hips as she stood, feeling incredibly sore from her rough encounter with him, but it had left her feeling satisfied - deeply satisfied. It was a thing she hadn't felt in ages. There were no words between them as he watched her. She was still wondering where all of it had come from.

Taking her silence to his advantage he pressed forward, crushing his lips to her own in a bruising kiss. He bit her bottom lip beneath his own roughly, a final mark of his presence with her, and all at once he had collected himself and pulled back. "Goodnight Sorceress." As quickly as he had arrived at her door he was gone, leaving her dazed and confused as to why she had just let him get the upper hand with her.

"Maybe he's good for other things," Azkadellia said into the darkness.