**I included a small comic for one scene as well as the type; a lot of people sent me requests on tumblr for this scene and it tends to be a fan favorite.**

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He had gotten attached. Every time he saw her he felt the corner of his mouth shape into a lecherous grin and there was a hammering in his chest over the anticipation of their next encounter. Had her skirt always been that short? Her jacket so tiny? Where her legs always so long and shapely that he found himself having to catch himself from stumbling in battle? He barely managed to dodge Auriana's whip, lashing out at his chest and cutting through the fabric of his shirt. She could tell he was off his game today, and she had even questioned him on why he was losing so badly. Had it been a couple weeks ago, the young sorcerer would have blushed and stammered at the idea of the strawberry blonde being concerned over his well-being, but his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of another princess on the battlefield. He blamed his poor performance on lack of sleep, which wasn't a complete lie, dreaming about his princess was enough to keep him up all night, but he couldn't tell anyone that he was getting his ass handed to him because he kept ogling Princess Talia.

But could you really blame him?

The girl was the definition of perfection. Tall, athletic build, like an amazonian warrior, curves among voluptuous curves in all the right places, and a voice that could stop a man's heart with little. more than a 'hello'. Not only that, but the girl could perform like no other. Every move she made against Lev's advances were graceful, elegant, and precise. He could tell Lev was struggling; the thief was slowly make his way over to him in an attempt to get assistance. The twins were too busy with the newbies trying to destroy their monster, and Praxina had her hands full with Princess Iris, who was proving to be more than a match for his sister.

The searing pain of the Voltan ribbon tightening on his wrist snapped him from his thoughts and soon he found his body colliding with Lev's before they skidded to a stop.

"Dude, what the hell? I finally had her on the ropes!" Lev groaned, picking himself off the ground.

"Yeah, I can tell by the cuts and bruises, you're winning." Mephisto sneered, rubbing his wrist gingerly.

"Yeah. Nice shirt." Lev smirked, "Let's trade. You've got more experience with her and no offense, but you can't focus for crap around gorgeous over there. You're whipped dude."

"Haha, very funny. Let's get this over with!" Mephisto formed his sword before charging at Xerian, who caught his blade with her staff with surprising ease. She was on fire today, at the top of her game and looking good doing it. He should've kept fighting Auriana because by Zaterra he could feel her. Her presence whenever they got close was like being crushed it was so heavy. And her scent, well, that was driving him mad. He found himself distracted by those pretty blue locks that shined like the day sky and could feel his face flush as he recalled whether or not he had left a mark were her uniform exposed. Her movements were hypnotic, like an mystic ballet, whirling through his vision in sparkling royal blue.

She growled in annoyance at his own performance, and he did his best to accommodate her better. The more force she added, the more he reacted until they were in a vicious tango of colliding blades and sliced fabric. She surprised him, landing a swift kick to his ribcage and knocking the air out of him as he hit the ground. She glared down at him, wiping the dark red fluid dripping from a fresh cut on her cheek where his blade pierced her flawless features. He scowled at her, or aat least he tried. Since when had a look of disdain towards him become so damn sexy? She brought the tip of the spear down near his head and when he swung at it, she lost her balance, falling into him. He heaved as the air left his lungs at the impact, and when she repositioned herself to gather her wits, he swallowed hard as she sat on him. Her hand was at his side while the other by his head, her legs parted by his own. She was so close he could feel her breath, like ghostly whispers against his neck, and he groan at the memory of the way her lips had roamed his flesh, her pants and moans echoing in his ear as he pleasured her senseless.

She let out a light gasp at the noise, her eyes widening as he squeezed his shut. He really wished she'd stop moving. He opened them cautiously, and she looked stunned by the overall event. She certainly hadn't expected to lose her balance, let alone fall on him, now he was getting worked up beneath her? She felt her face burn as he stared up at her with an almost desperate expression.

"M-Mephisto?" She glanced around nervously, unsure of how to handle his state during battle, and he did his best to shake it off. Of course, when did he ever succeed in controlling himself when he had the chance to get under her skin?

"You always have to be on top, don't you?" He grinned wolfishly, and she gaped at his rebuttal, sputtering as she tried to configure a response, but he was too quick, "Brings back memories, doesn't it?"

She was so shocked she couldn't stop him from rolling on top of her, pinning her down with her staff. She pushed against him, doing her best to keep the staff from meeting her throat. He was playing with her, making a show of it for the sake of disguising his flirtations.

"Then again, maybe this does too. You enjoyed it this way..." Mephisto chuckled, leaning into her, "Are you blushing, Talia?"

"S-shut up!" She glared daggers his way and he smirked, relishing in her wavering mask. She had forgotten how good he looked above her, his eyes tense and focused, as if baring down on her very soul. It scared her that he could look at her in such a way, but her overwhelming desire to feel his eyes on her made her quite fond if it. She was beginning to miss the way he made her unravel.

"Don't worry, Princess. I won't blab about our dirty little secret. A promise is a promise and I'm such a great guy, honestly, I'm offended you'd think I kiss and tell. We made a deal."

She squirmed beneath him, and his fangs glistened as he studies her. There was something about her looking so flushed under him that drove him wild. Hearing her groan and pant against him aroused him to no end and he licked his lips hungrily as amber eyes bore into his emerald. He knew she had been affected by the action by the way she bit down on her bottom lip, her hands tightening over her staff. He leaned into her, his bangs brushing her cheek, "You're mine later, Princess."

She froze, her breath hitching before she gave a single nod before kicking him off of her. How the hell did she even get her leg up there? He glowered at her as she twirled her wand in her fingers, a smug grin on her face, "Do your worst, Mephisto. I always win."

"We'll see about that. Nobody bests the Great Mephisto!"

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They had lost again. Gramorr was less than thrilled and they had felt the very extent of his wrath at losing yet another Oracle Gem to the Sparkle Squad. Lev had taken the heat for it, but the Grand Lord of Chaos had been so infuriated he kicked them all out of the cave for the week. Then they all had to hear the usual speech from Praxina, nagging them about their worthlessness as she praised herself and ignored her own mistakes. She was upset, more so than usual, and she flew off towards the city so fast he couldn't even register where she'd gone. Somewhere near the lake, he supposed; she had grown fond of it there, and he was unsure why, but he left her to it. He wanted her to have some kind of peace, she was always working too hard anyways.

As for himself, he found himself with an invitation to hit up a pizza joint with the boys, sharing jokes and complaining about their jobs all the while discussing a range of things from pick pocketing to princesses.

"Man, you were a wreck earlier. Still got it bad, huh?" Lev grinned, leaning back into the booth.

"Hm? Got what bad?" Mephisto paused in drinking his soda.

"For Auriana! Dude! She totally owned you today!" Lev laughed, pointing at the redhead.

"She did not!" Mephisto argued, slamming down his drink.

"Yeah, your right. You always get your ass handed to you anyways. Just like when Talia kicked your ass all the way across the arena. Girl's got skills. I'm surprised you still weren't satisfied with just her, she's a handful to fight. " Lev smirked, enjoying the way Mephisto's face reddened with embarrassment.

"She got in a lucky shot." He muttered, sipping at his drink and looking at the twins battle it out at the mini arcade in the parlor, a crowd of preteens cheering them on.

"Payback for your lucky shot?" Lev quipped, picking up his can of Root Beer.

Mephisto choked on his drink, sending it splashing over the rim of the glass as he blew into it, erupting in a coughing fit as Lev lost it, tossing his head back as he roared with laughter.

"Oh my god, your face! You should've seen your face! That was hilarious!" Lev snickered, trying his best to breathe. Getting a rise out of Mephisto was much more fun than pissing off his sister, and he reacted in the most obnoxious ways. The poor guy couldn't hide anything from him.

"Please stop. For the love of all that is holy, stop." Mephisto whined, pouting in his seat, unable to stop the rosy hue from painting his flesh. The last thing he needed was for Lev to try to wiggle loose more details on his rendezvous with the youngest daughter of Xeris, and he certainly didn't want him to know he had practically built up an addiction to her. One he was oh so desperate to feed.

"Alright, alright, I'll let you slide this time, but only because everyone's been on crazy rampages today. A guy can only take so much drama." Lev let out a sigh, "I promised the dork twins I'd take 'em to see a movie, you in?"

"Nah, I'm beat and we still gotta find somewhere to sleep." Mephisto yawned, feigning exhaustion as he reclined into the booth.

"Alright, well just make sure to meet us at the cave tomorrow. I doubt Prax will show anytime soon." Lev crossed his arms, shrugging. Mephisto gave a curt nod before throwing his part of the payment on the table. As he made his way out the door he could practically feel Lev's eyes following him and he made sure to head towards downtown over the suburbs, where he truly wished to go. Once he was sure he was out of sight and out of mind, he teleported to the neighborhood they lived in, landing on the roof of the home across the street.

He couldn't see her of course, but something about the home put him at ease. He could always try to break in again, but with everyone back home, it was sure to end horribly. He could only imagine the girls beating him to a pulp for the second time that day and he was less than eager to get thrown out or put Talia in a bad spot. Sure, he had teased her earlier, but he would never slip up with something so sacred. What happened between them was special, magical even. It had been her first time and she had been his release of frustration and pent up loneliness that he needed since arriving on this godforsaken planet. She was a representation of freedom; of normality. The idea that two people could meet and zing, and have a passionate outburst of raw affection without having to worry about dying or committing treason was a beautiful concept. It was like the war didn't exist when he looked at her, radiant and collected like only a Xerian princess could be.

He sighed as the cool breeze blew his loose bangs back, and he set his shades on the bridge of his nose as he sat, being swept away by the smell of late spring and the promise of a cool night. He was thinking about how much he disliked sleeping outdoors when her voice rang out in the air, a sultry, sugary tone that somehow naturally left her lips and made him weak at the knees.

He moved to be out of view as he eyed her over his shades. She walked down the porch casually, and he couldn't help but admire her beauty. Her chocolate locks were neatly pulled into a high ponytail, swaying with her hips as she walked down to the sidewalk, her purse slung over her shoulder. She wore a white collared black short sleeve crop top and a pale blue high-waisted skirt met it there. The top band was split into two and between them was a strip of caramel flesh, exposed and tauntingly innocent. Her usual loafers had been traded for a pair of black high heels booties resembling combat boots and he damned them to hell for accentuating her figure so well. She was just too damn cute. He wasn't sure if he was still alive. The only thing keeping him from going insane was his sparked curiosity at where she was going by herself looking so angelic.

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The fucking library.

He should have known, this was Talia he was talking about. Only she would get all gussied up for a shelf of dusty old books. He sighed in relief as he pretended look through a couple of cook books. She had gone straight to the counter, pulling out a stack of books from her purse. How did they even fit? He swore women knew the secret to the universe and it was probably hidden in the very abyss that is a woman's purse. After a brief discussion with the librarian, and slight excitement at receiving a book she had been waiting on, she smiled and he felt himself tense, as if he had been shot through the heart. He swallowed hard, his mouth going dry as she bounded up stairs to the second floor. He teleported after her, watching her open the door to a study room. He pouted as the door closed behind her. Was she meeting someone? Should he go in? Would she get mad?

He walked up to the door, leaning against it and listening in. He couldn't hear anyone talking and he frowned in confusion. Gulping, he teleported inside.

The room was smaller than he expected, and there was a large wall of books on one side of the study. She sat at the lone table in the center of the room in one of the six chairs placed at it. A small window bathed her figure in dimming sunlight, and the lamps in the room created a warm glow and a soothing atmosphere alongside the various framed paintings, vases, and other decor. He stood between her and the bookcase, a new found enthusiasm in his movements as she paused in front of him. Of course she had sensed him, she was always sensitive to magic, more so than others. He licked his lips, leaning over her shoulder and grinning as he lowered his voice, "Did you miss me?"

Her jaw hardened as she kept her stony facade, "I'm sorry, who are you, again?"

"Oh, real funny, Princess." He smirked, turning to lean against the table. She continued to flip through her book, ignoring him.

'Can't have that, now, can we?'

"Reading something interesting?" He looked to her book curiously before his she shut it harshly.

"Nothing you'd understand." She waved him off and he glared.

"You know, that's not how you get someone to leave." He crossed his arms in irritation. She wasn't being any fun today.

"What, do I have to fight you for another Oracle Gem first?" She smirked smugly, just like she had back at the arena. She had set him up again. She knew he had followed her there and she wanted him to know she was always a step ahead of him.

"I seem to recall coming out on top more than once earlier." He retorted, eyeing her as she reopened her book.

"Only once." She shrugged, turning a page and returning to her studies.

"Oh, yeah. I remember. Because you like to dominate." His grin grew as her head snapped up and she turned her head to give him a startled look.

"I do not like to dominate." She narrowed her eyes at him, but he could see the red creeping across her cheeks, betraying her.

"Oh yes you do. You like being in control of everything. You couldn't even let me top all the way through." He was rather pleased when she froze, unsure of whether they were still talking about the battle or something much more intimate.

She blushed heavily and pursed her lips, "Well maybe you're just not assertive enough. You seem to thrive on taking orders, so maybe it's you who's the problem. You aren't the intimidating type."

She had an instant look of regret as his face contorted into embarrassment. So what if Lev and his sister led them most of the time. When's the last time they got an Oracle Gem? Huh? He shoved his hands in his pockets, leaning against the table. He could be pretty terrifying if he wanted to be, he knew that for a fact. However, the princesses had gotten too familiar with him, and began to see him as Praxina's bumbling little brother over the dark prince he once was. His name use to strike fear into the hearts of Ephedians across the globe. His kingdom reigned supreme in black crystal magic and the feeling of the dark sorcery coursing through his veins caused a wicked smile snake across his lips. He recalled piercing screams and days spent in the shadows, creating chaos and dancing through the flames of cities. Talia had no idea just how intimidating he could be. At least, not yet.

'Now there's a thought...'

Talia was always adaptable. Perhaps, while she enjoyed being in control and bringing him to the brink, she might enjoy him taking control. She seemed pleased with his approach during their battle, driving her back as their weapons collided with a growing ferocity. Perhaps, even, the benevolent leader was turned on by the idea of him unleashing his dark side on her, pleasuring her without restraint and indulging himself in her until she couldn't properly form a sentence.

It was a dangerous thought. It could go wrong and she could kill him right then and there.

Eh, he was always impulsive anyways.

He pulled her chair away from the table, turning it towards him and he stared into her golden gems as they widened in surprise at his actions. She glared, crossing her arms, "Did you forget where the door is or do I need to throw you through it?"

"Wanna play a game?" His eyes flickered bright green in the low lights, his pupils thinning into small slits as his grip tightened on the chair. She seemed more alert, more aware of the situation at hand, noting on the change in the atmosphere. It became heavy, unnatural and she felt her instincts unable to decide between running or staying. She took the moment to register his offer, "I think our idea of games are very different."

"Oh yes." He licked his lips again as he took her in, feasting his eyes on the supple skin disappearing under her skirt, "But you're still curious, aren't you? You can't hide that from me. It's in your nature to want to learn more. So, do you want to play?"

She watched cautiously as he offered her his hand, and as she slipped her hand into his, he could see her mind at work in case her choice to play along backfired. He let out a low chuckle, turning her hand over and allowing his lips to part slightly, his fangs grazing over the tawny flesh. She swallowed slowly, scrutinizing his movements. She knew he was up to no good, playing with her, and she gasped as his hand scooped her up by her waist, her backside pressing into the table as his lips meeting hers in a hard kiss. He moved on his own accord, parting her lips to quench his yearning for her, growling against her lips as she welcomed him, trembling as he sucked on her lower lip with a desperate whimper.

As soon as he left her lips he was biting at every inch of exposed flesh he could find, grasping at her collar and pulling her up to meet his hungry mouth. She quivered at the sensation of his hot tongue grazing over her cool skin and she bit her tongue trying to keep quiet. She didn't understand his plan, and she could feel her temper flare as he pushed into her, his hands pushing up her blouse with little remorse.

"What the hell, Mephisto?!" she hissed, but her question faded as his leg wedged into her sweet spot, putting pressure in all the right places. So that was his game. He really did plan to be with her today. She thought it was just more witty banter, an empty threat, a promise of defeat until next time. "Mephisto? R-right now? Here?"

"Now. Here." He rasped into her collarbone, nibbling at the flesh before sucking at the spot.

"B-but this is a study area! We have to be quiet. We can't- there are other people next door!" She whispered, pulling her shirt down in an attempt to cover the white lace beneath, suddenly more shy than before. He hissed violently at the action, pinning her hands to her sides.

"Enough. I suppose I should tell you the name of our new game. And you'll like this one. This'll be a real challenge for you, Princess, especially with how vocal you tend to be." Her eyes widened as he smirked, a devious glint in his sharp eyes, "It's called 'Don't Scream.'"

She nearly did so as he grinded against her, sending a shock of pleasure between her thighs. She covered her mouth to conceal the yelp that escaped her, and he laughed, earning an unamused glare. He rolled his hips at a rapid rhythm, enjoying the squeak of surprise that was followed by a long groan as she realized what she had gotten into. She had made a deal with the devil.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this." She sigh, closing her eyes.

He laughed lightly, and it seemed almost foreign after his previous attitude displayed, "Don't worry, Talia. When you lose, I'll take pity on you and only tease you for two months."

She snorted, rolling her eyes, "How honorable, but I don't lose."

"Neither do I." He grinned proudly.

"You lose literally the majority of the time!" She laughed and he almost lost himself in the sweet jingle of her voice. He wanted to hear more from her.

"I won't this time." He husked, nipping at her earlobe.

"Please. You think you're that good?" She gave him a determined smirk, amusement lining her voice.

"You tell me." He bit down hard and she bit her lip at the heat building not just at her ear but in her loins as well. The way he devoured her flesh made her tremble and left her dizzy as he continued to stump her with light feathery kisses, sensual licks, and intense bites. She knew it would bruise, she knew the marks of his fangs would stay for at least a couple days. Apart of her was secretly thrilled at it. She lost count of how many times she had ran her fingers over the tiny prints at the crook of her neck, spending countless nights a restless mess thinking about how much warmer her bed had been when they shared it; how much hotter it had been than anything she had ever experienced before. She felt free, like the girl she use to be; before Gramorr, before the war, before everything. Her life had been spent growing up fast, under the high expectations of the Rebellion and the High Council to make up for the empty pedestal they had placed her mother and her sister. Of course she always seemed to fall short of it, wanting to be herself over the mold expected of Xerian royalty. So she was sent to Earth on her own quest, not only to find Iris, but to restore her kingdom and pride in herself. To become someone her people could love and respect like they did her beloved sister; she wanted to earn the trust of her people and Ephedia. Being with him was so wrong, so anti-Xerian in every way, an ultimate act of defiance; but she hadn't felt so alive in so long. She could feel it, the way her magic had intertwined with his in a burst of energy that spawned from the very spot his fangs had pierced. It was so unnervingly natural yet completely unexpected. She wanted to feel it again. So she waited for him to make a move, too proud and too embarrassed to seek him out on her own.

Now she was in his arms and despite her mind telling her to forget it all as if it meant nothing, she knew her heart was telling her there was so much more to uncover. She was slowly learning that there were more sides to Mephisto than she had categorized in her mind. She knew him as awkward, gullible, and evil originally; annoying and cruel, selfish and childish. She also knew he could be observant, and was capable of strategizing and accomplishing what was needed. As luck would have it, he could be gentle, passive, and emotional in both positive and negative aspects. He had gone from being a mere obstacle to a person she came to think about quite often. It wasn't just his personality either. Mephisto had grown up, and damn it all, puberty got it all right. From his toned and lean physique to the curve of his jaw, he had changed into a much more physically appealing specimen. His usual violet locks had become a browning ruby and he seemed to be more comfortable in public, with his dark sweater and black jeans that, by the Great Ydinora, were sinfully fitted. She could recall the way his muscles moved against her, under her touch, and as fantastic as he looked dressed, she couldn't help but want to see what he had underneath. She was startled when she came to the revelation; it was strange, but she supposed he thought of her in a similar way, new and unsure on how to handle seeing her in a more personal way.

He growled against her, sucking at the sensitive skin of her cleavage, dragging his tongue slowly in an attempt to make her more vocal. She whimpered, but refused to let him win. She smirked as he pouted, nuzzling her breast earning a stifled laugh. Crap.

He grinned as he continued his advances, making sure his hair dragged across the exposed skin as his fingers dug into her sides and she squirmed, struggling to suppress the laughter bubbling from her throat.

"You're ticklish?" He laughed, eying her playfully. She blushed. Had he always been so...she swallowed hard, reddening further.

"Whoa, you okay? I'm sorry to point it out if you're that upse-!" He babbled, looking uncomfortable.

"Why are you cute?" She frowned, turning away from him.

Her face burned from her question. His eyes widened and she honestly wanted to die. She really said that out loud? How humiliating! He'd hold that over her head for ages! She covered her face with her hands, groaning at his silence. She hadn't met to say it, and she certainly didn't want to tell him like that, that is, if she ever wanted to admit it. Hwever, his reaction wasn't one she expected, and she let out a shout as her back met the table, her hands pinned at her wrists.

"Mephisto?" she peered up at him with an incredulous expression as he hovered above her. His face was about as red as his hair, his eyes dancing with enjoyment.

"Y-you think so...?" He looked hopeful, and she felt herself nod. He grinned excitedly, "So you're attracted to me?"

She felt warmth encase her body as she looked away from him, "I suppose that could be a correct assumption."

His smile grew, and he captured her lips in a kiss, enthusiastic and sweet. She mewed into the kiss and he pressed into her, savoring her lips with a sigh. It was kisses like this that left them both so confused. It was almost romantic, affectionate in its tenderness and passionate in the way they yearned to be closer to one another. She would call it euphoric. He would call it amazing. And they were both in agreement that they didn't want to stop. He groaned as her legs dragged up his own, settling near his waist. He finally released her hands, groping at her thighs as he moved against her, leaving a trail of soft kisses down her collar. He basked in her reactions to the friction he caused, and he moaned as she brought her hips to meet his. His fingers slipped under her skirt and he dragged down the soft fabric, slipping it off in a fluid motion. She gasped at the action, pushing him off and reaching for them, but he spun out of reach, grabbing her by the waist and shoving her back into the book case.

"You no good snake!" She growled, reaching for the bikini bottoms.

"You would be one of those 'all my underwear must match' kind of girls." He smirked, a menacing chuckle fleeing from his lips as he eyed the snowy fabric, "Its too bad you made a mess of them. I like them just as much as the last ones."

"Give them back!" She blushed, pleading out of frustration.

"But they're so cute. Like me." He flirted, holding the panties just out of reach and she had the urge to turn him into a Lagorian Zongbeatle.

"You're not cute anymore." She huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Oh? Then what am I now?" His smirk returned as he dropped them, using the distraction to move closer. She almost collided face first into his chest when she caught them, jerking back into the bookshelf, hissing as her head collided with the shelf.

"How about insufferable?" She offered, glaring up at him.

"I can do worse." He growled, eyes shimmering with mischief.

"Oh. Scary man." Talia teased, unconvinced.

"Very." He mumbled, lips grazing over her shoulder as he slipped his hand under her skirt, making lazy circles over her inner thigh. She took a sharp intake of breath and he grinned as her recovered delicates fell to the floor in a forgotten pile. His sinister chuckle played in her ear as her eyes fluttered shut, her free hands now taking in the texture of his black sweater. His fingers slid over her folds and he let out a shaky breath at the warmth glazing his digits. She was practically dripping and he hummed in contentment. She was ready for him and he wanted nothing more than to take her against this damn bookshelf, but he wanted to play with her a little longer. She was getting a kick off his commanding attitude and admittedly, it wasn't often he was able to get the upper hand on Talia. Her eyes fell shut as he began to caress her, massaging her clit in painfully slow circles as she squirmed beneath him. He wanted to catch her off guard like she had done to him earlier. He could see her focus lifting and he pushed back his own desires for the time being, enjoying the way her face changed with every stroke. She was getting weaker and her fist pulled at his sweater as she quivered under his influence, enjoying the way his fingers danced in her silk.

With a flick of his wrist, he turned his hand and thrusted his fingers into her, and she let out a his long awaited scream. She clung to him, struggling to keep standing. She looked a bit angry, but she didn't stop him. She knew he had just won, but that didn't mean he had to stop, that she wanted him to stop. His expression was one of ecstasy, as if her scream had been his own release, and the primal hunger in his olive orbs was undeniable. His hand slipped behind her neck, pulling her to his lips as he tasted her, gulping down her moans as she met his hands with an insatiable need to have him deeper inside her. She could hear him panting and her skin was scolding; she wanted to touch him, to taste him, to overpower him. But he was in control now.

She had to applaud his efforts. She had been cornered and pinned, emotionally and physically compromised, and my god, the way his tongue lash out at her breast was distracting as hell. The sensations of his teeth grazing her now free bosom was spellbinding and she let out a gurgled gasp as he tugged and scraped his teeth over her peaks. It was too much. She knew she was getting too loud, they both did, but when he pulled away from her she had never been so willing. He shook his head, amused by her antics, and when he took to his knees she had never been so relieved in her life.

He lifted her to his level, caramel legs settling over his shoulders as she clung to the shelf behind her. His tongue grazed her skin with every kiss and she bucked her hips at his mockery.

"M-Mephisto, please..." she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Please what, Talia? You're usually more direct than this." He grinned and she would have kicked him across the room if she didn't want to come so badly.

"Please." She gritted, glaring daggers as her cheeks flushed scarlet, "Make me come."

The malicious grin he gave her made her toes curl, "Ask me again."

"What?"

"Say it again. Like you mean it. I want you to beg." He looked so pleased with himself and she could feel her pride wavering as his warm breath hit her. She ached with desire and she wanted him to touch her so bad, but damn her stubbornness, Xerians don't beg. At least not wholeheartedly.

"Please make me come, Mephisto." Her tone was deadpanned and he rolled his eyes.

"I could leave." Mephisto shrugged casually, noting the pleading gaze she held when he looked to her.

"This doesn't leave this room." She hissed.

"Your wish is my command, Princess."

She swallowed her pride, letting out an annoyed sigh, "P-please..."

"Please what?"

"Please make me come you ridiculous halfwit." She snapped and he looked surprised at her outburst.

"Nope." Fine. He could play hard ball. He just had to make her want it a little bit more.

"Mephisto!"

"With that attitude, you're still trying to one up me. You just can't let me take care of you without it being on your terms. That's not fair." He sighed, laying his head on her leg. She couldn't read him, and she thought she honestly offended him.

"Mephisto, wait-"

"Nope. It's fine. You don't want this. I won't do it." He shrugged, closing his eyes in resignation.

"How could you possibly think I don't want this. Do you have any idea what you have been doing to me since you came into my room that night?" She raised her voice, glaring down at him, "I don't know if you could even begin to grasp how many nights I spent wanting you there, having to do everything by myself because you weren't there? Don't give me that bullshit, I know what I want, Mephisto and trust me, when I want this to stop, I'll let you know. Not a day has gone by that I haven't wanted to be with you, and not just like this." Her face was stern, and the disbelief on his face was one she wouldn't forget. Not only had she lusted after him, pleasured herself over him even, but she had missed him. Never in his life did he think he'd hear those words from anyone. Sure he had hoped, but never truly believed...

"Wow. You're that hot for me, hm, Talia?" A devilish grin played upon his lips.

"I'm being serious." She replied, but her tone was more exasperated than upset.

He let out a chuckle, his voice thick with arousal at the mental image of damp chocolatey skin wrapped in sunny satin, "Naughty little princess. Touching yourself because of me. Pleasuring you is my job."

"M-Mephisto. Don't say that, someone will hear!" She lowered her voice, eyes darting to the door.

"Oh, they will."

His lips descended upon her in a chaotic frenzy, lapping at her folds as he rolled over her swollen clit with his tongue. Her breath had caught in her throat, and her hands had to grasp onto his shoulders to keep her from toppling over. His movements were erratic, never allowing her a moment's rest as he continued his ravenous onslaught. He drunk in her savory juices with little concern over who might hear, his excitement growing

with every flick of his tongue and every scream that followed. He was intoxicated by her taste, his own groans escalating as his gluttony conquered over the need to prolong the situation. His nails dug into her thighs as she thrusted her hips to meet him, her fingers tugging at his crimson locks.

"Fuck, Mephisto, don't stop! Please!" she sobbed, her breathing uneven as she panted above him, encouraging his attentions. He growled at her in response, nipping at the sensitive nub. She wouldn't be able to visit here for a while, as there was no hiding their adventures at the volume they had reached, but hell, it was worth it. She was on fire and only he could put it out, and she knew she was close. So very close. She wanted to feel more of him, to taste him, to become one with him again like before. She could hardly focus as that cursed tongue of his drove into her, his lips finding every inch of her that made her melt. She looked down at him, and she almost hated herself for interrupting him, he looked so enthralled, but she wanted him inside her in that moment.

"M-Mephisto."

His eyes opened and her breath hitched at the near predatorial gaze. He had been holding himself back in order to please her, and it was taking its toll. Even though she knew for a fact he was enjoying her more submissive state, she needed him to give in.

"C-can we please...I want you.. with me...please?"

She whimpered as pulled away from her, eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise before something almost inhumane took over. She bit her lip as she watched him unzip those skin tight jeans, and while she yearned to take them off herself, she had agreed to play his game. He wanted to lead this time and she would prove him wrong. She could follow sometimes. They would be equal.

He nearly crashed into her, raising her up as he slid into her, letting out a strangled moan, his mouth going dry as she enveloped him, moist and tight, hugging him as he gripped the shelf. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he lunged at her throat, and she let out a scream at the impact, a mixture on seering pain and untamable pleasure flowing through her. She could feel ever inch of him as he pulsated within her, his furious pounding leaving her inconsolable as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, dragging her tongue along the salty flesh. He writhed under her touch as her lips met his pale flesh and her hand clawed at his back under his shirt, her name escaping his lips in hoarse growls and hisses.

"God, Talia, I've wanted you so badly. I can't...I can't think of anything else..." He bit his lip, struggling to maintain the rhythm they had. It was maddening how much he sought release, and she felt too good to be true.

"Show me. Please." She begged, pulling her head back to look into his eyes. They were a mess of emotions, and she kissed him feverishly, pushing him to give in. His grip on her tightened as he fastened his pace, their tango falling into pure domination as he lost himself. His hands and mouth were every where, fondling and squeezing at every asset to the point were she couldn't register their place. She tossed her head back, riding out the waves of pleasure that lit up her body as he brought her over the threshold, screaming out his name as she felt herself unable to withhold her own orgasm. Her hearing clouded and her skin tingled, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he pushed forward, her back arching with every convulsion his thrusts brought. His lips grazed over the crook of her neck, and by the multitude of curses and hisses he let lose, she new he was close. She pleaded with him for his release, her tone desperate and her words sinfully seductive as he finally came, the scorching sensation at her throat erupting in a display of icy blue, the whimsical magic overruling their senses as his own auburn returned to its natural violet. He shook as he spilled within her and his breathing was laced with exhaustion. His fangs slowly retracted as he pulled out of her, and she panted unevenly as he began to redress himself.

The air became cold when he put more distance in between them and she almost reached out for him. He stumbled slightly, and she was amused by how difficult it seemed for him to re-button his jeans with his shaking hands. She moved off the shelf, her hands aching from being balled up for so long, and she found herself falling to her knees. She cursed to herself. He had done much more damage to her than she thought, the sneaky bastard.

She found the result humorous; he had brought her to knees for goodness' sake! He watched her, confused and flustered, pushing back his bangs and raising an eyebrow.

"You win." She smirked as he paused, a smile slowly gracing his features.

"Do I?"

"Yes. This time." She nodded, slipping on her underwear.

"Oh? So there's a next time?" His expression was smug, earning an eye roll.

"I suppose that would be logical." She smiled playfully as he helped her from the floor, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed his forehead against hers.

"Right. So, did you enjoy it?"

She blushed, "Surprisingly so."

"Great, 'cause I thought you were gonna kill me." He laughed, scratching at the back of his head.

"Maybe later," she teased, "but I'm worn out. I should be home soon, its already dark."

"I can get you there if you want. I doubt you'd like to do the walk of shame through here." Mephisto grinned as she bit her lip in embarrassment.

"Alright. Fine." She sighed, pulling away to fix her shirt. Once she was satisfied she began to chew on her bottom lip.

"What?"

"Are you...do you wanna...come by more often?" She clasped her hands in front of her, staring at the now empty shelf and a spot where he had gripped it too hard, damaging the once pristine woodwork.

"Wow. Insatiable aren't you." He wiggled his brows in a suggestive manner and she gave him a look of disapproval.

"I meant in general."

"Oh? Oh..! You mean, like, to hang out, and stuff?" He cocked his head to ths side, brows furrowing as he thought on the offer.

"Yes." She shifted, uncomfortable for a moment before regaining her usual confidence, "You've stayed there before, I don't see the problem."

Like hell she didn't. They both knew it was risky.

"Or we can hang out elsewhere. Either or. Whatever's safest..." Her voice softened and she walked over to the table, bending over to pick up purse.

"Well if I get a view like that every time, I-"

Her purse hit his face immediately and he spun around before catching himself, "Okay. Ow! But also, totally earned it."

"Can you not?" She glared, stuffing her book in her bag.

"Yes, but your reactions are too hilarious." He chuckled, looking a bit sheepish.

"Do you want to or not?" She huffed, crossing her arms. His expression was thoughtful and he took her in for a moment; her hair was loose now, bright and glowing a majestic blue in the dusk lighting. Her honey orbs shimmered in the lamp light, her lips turned downward in a crooked frown, now free of any lip gloss that had been there when they started.

"Do you really want me? Me as a person?" He took a step forward, his gaze calm as his shadow engulfed her figure, "There's a lot of bad blood between us."

"Then let's try to make good with what we have." She smiled genuinely, and it was as if the room lit up entirely. She raised herself to her tip toes, her lips planting a flowery kiss on his cheek, "I like you, Mephisto."

His eyes shined in response, and he blushed heavily. Why did she have to be so adorable? He pleaded for her to go back to being the ice queen he use to think of her, but all he could see was her smiling up at him with that defiant flicker of hope in her amber eyes. He was doomed and he pushed down the fluttering in his stomach as his heart beat up a storm.

She straightened her ponytail before stretching and letting out a deep sigh, "Alright. Let's get out of here."

"R-right!" He bowed dramatically, "Ready when you are, Your Royal Loveliness!"

She stifled a giggle, "Seriously?"

"You totally like it. And me." He grinned, pulling her closer to him.

"You've got five seconds to get me home before I drop kick your ass out this window, you stupid snake."

"Fine. By the way, kinda got kicked out, staying at your place to sleep, 'kay, let's go!"

"Wait, what?!"

His laughter echoed off the walls as they disappeared, a distraught blue haired princess wrapped in his arms.