Magical Mayhem || The Maze, around 11: Doyle and Lee - Chaotic Grace
At the same time as Crowley and Anita...
Dancing, the crush of bodies, a court darker then this where every movement was watched, watched by him for over 1000 years, unable to truly participate, except at his Queen's whim.
He had danced, CJ, Susan, Lee... Each movement reminding him of what he lost and what he had also gained, the first time he thought of it that way. Needing to escape her headed out into the garden, towards the maze, making his wy through the turns and bends in only a way someone who was not worried about being lost could.
After fighting with Crowley...
She didn't trust herself to fly now. Fury buffeting her like gale-force winds, up there? Buildings would fall from random TK blasts.
Control first. Or she was no better than C. She. Would. Not. Loose her rage on innocents. Would not.
The entrance to the maze beckoned. Called, inexplicably. She had to go there. That was all she knew. Safety was there.
So into the maze, following the twists and turns without caring. Seeing nothing but red rage and blue power. She went deep into the hedges. And then suddenly she was fighting.
Fighting herself and C and Tim and what had been done. Stupid fucking Plan. "When is it enough?" she screamed, in the midst of Chaos and Fire - and TK stripping branches of leaves, and hedges of branches.
He felt her before he heard her, no question in his mind who she was. Anger, power, it was a power he had felt before and he felt it, electric in the air.
It pulled on him, beckoned him to it. He wanted to turn away, he didn't trust himself with her, the Angel... She reminded him so much of what he was. But like calls to like and the power twisted around him, forcing him back through the maze.
Following both the power and the sound he ran through the maze, coming upon her as she stalked, destroying the maze, channeling her anger, her everything out.
"Lee," He shouted her name as he approached, his voice deep and raw, "Lee, what is going on here?"
Oh fucking Hell. The closer he came the more her power surged. Wild, hot, and seeking release.
"Get away." But still he came.
Beyond caring, she blasted him with TK. "You're the last thing I need right now." Her voice came hoarse, almost a sob. "Stay away, Darkness. Stay the fuck away."
Her blast had thrown him back, and he stared at her, rage obscuring his vision for a moment, a growl coming deep from this throat, low and animal.
"I tried to walk away, but this... whatever you're pouring out called me." He rushed towards her, low to the ground, hitting her with his shoulder, throwing her away from him, the faint hint of green starting to lick at his fingertips.
The tackle took her off balance, knocked her down. It took mere seconds for her to be on her feet again. She came up swinging, needing the satisfation of fists splitting flesh and cracking bone. Her soul, her essence screamed for blood, and she would have it.
She would have his. He'd had a part in this. His magic, in opening her up to all of this. Giving her back enough of what she had been that she could be softer.
"Bleed." Hands thrust out in front of her, she sent blast after blast of TK at him. She wasn't yet trying to kill him, but she didn't especially care if she did.
Fists impacting with bone, power, pure raw power smashing into him, waves of it. Feeding something raw inside of him, his eyes flashed dark, words barely intelligible.
"You don't want to do this, Angel," he fought against the blasts, soaked them in, buffeted them off, he didn't know really, all he knew was his hand thrusting to meet her body, green fire shooting out in waves, jumping off onto her. Anyone lesser and it would have killed them, damaged them permanently, his control lost with her, the way she called to him and opened him up destroying some barrier he'd always had inside.
The fire stung, but didn't burn. Not this time. Upwelling fire and Chaos shielded her where her usual concentration could not have. "Threats mean nothing without the promise to back them up," she mocked. "Stop me then, Darkness. Stop me if you can."
His magic flayed her of rational thought and left her raw. Tore her open and exposed her. Kicking, scratching, clawing, she pushed him back, knocked him over 'til she sat astride him, fist driving into his face again and again and -
Her head came up, eyes darkened. Her hand gripped his shirt.
C. This close, she'd recognize that power even stripped of her own.
And Anita.
Hell. Her fault. C's. And hers. And now Anita, and others, would pay for their argument. They'd destroyed the balance by breaking their own rules.
Fallen, but even so, she'd put Anita under her protection, and Tim...Tim was out there somewhere, without her... and Max...and Emma... and Loz and his pretty girl in pink with the sad eyes... Cole and his witch... C's little bird..
And what would this do to her demon?
Free will was a joke. No choice at all. She looked down at the Sidhe prince beneath her, abandoned pride and pled with her eyes. "Help me."
Hurting, fighting, wounds opening on his body and tearing open inside of him as well. Power rushing over him, calling to her, calling to him, and other… Unknown…
He looked at her, stopping when she doid, his eyes a question, his voice a snarl.
"First you want me to destroy you and now you want me to help you? Which is it Angel, and make up your mind. I don't want games, especially not from you."
"Not a game, Darkness. Don't you feel it?" It rushed over her, thick like the essence of passion and stirring. Called, dark and erotic. He felt it, she knew he did. Her fist which had smashed his face now opened, stroked down his flank. "My... friends... this city. My fault. Help me, or leave. Now."
Before he even answered, she'd begun. Opened herself to the power. Whatever she could take, it would be that much less for Anita and C to hold. Her gut cramped with the rush of need and he was out of time. "Decide..."
"Friends? Your friends are causing this?" The words are a hiss, he feels it, pulling at something deep inside him. Something of her pulling at him too, he cannot leave, not when she has asked him for his help. It is a weakness he knows, and one she has exploited already. He is afraid that she knows this too, that it wasn't purely an accident or a coincidence.
The pull of deeper things pushes thought out of his head and he is on her, pushing her into the hedge, his lips, his tongue seeking hers, "Yes..."
She remembered. Brain wiped of conscious thought. Eyes dark in a way blue eyes should never be dark, almost black. Do you want me, Lex? And his powerlessness to resist her, the succubus, driven by the touch of lust and the soft word of command. She remembered that she would've ridden him until he broke down in sobs of agony, begging her to stop.
What she had felt then was nothing to what she felt now. Felt, because there wasn't thought. Only her body, thrumming with dark needs, her arousal already painful in the tightness of her nipples and the throbbing of her clit. And his needs pressed on her, settled over her skin like a shroud of lust.
She pushed him off. Gaze locked with his, devouring his incredible beauty, she stripped herself of the dress and the shoes and her underwear. "Need...God... I hurt," she panted, moving to him again, pushing him back and down to straddle him while she ripped off his tux. "Touch."
The desire ate at him, tearing at his control, desperate to be out of his body, and to have her. No conscious thought, just instinct, wanting, raw and primal. The need of centuries building up and pouring over him, bolstered by this other power.
His hands pull her to him as she tears at his clothes, forcing his mouth to hers, hard and relentless, fingers digging into her like claws as they drag down her back. "Fuck me then, Angel."
"Ah. Fuck... Darkness!" Arching into him, she cried out in pain and pleasure at his hands tearing her flesh. Stopping it, being invulnerable was beyond her now and even if it weren't she wouldn't block it. Needed it.
God. His clothes. "Off, get them off," she growled against his mouth, before digging her hands into his hair to pull his head back and bite his throat.
Hands sliding down to her hips, he grinds up into her, hard and ready, straining against the material, her heat soaking through it, causing his body to tense. Her teeth in his neck pull a growl from his throat as he pushes at her hips, tearing at his pants, material ripping, shoving them down, leaving him naked and exposed under her.
Slow down. They had to slow down or they'd flay each other alive with the power and the need. Forcing her attention into her hands, she unbuttoned his shirt, one careful button at a time, then smoothed her hands over his chest and down his arms, pushing the shirt off with a slow sweeping stroke. Feeling, soaking up the sensation of skin as rich and perfect and soft as her own over muscles hardened by centuries of use.
Impossible, almost, to fight the ravening desire. But she clung to control, biting the inside of her cheek so hard it bled. The taste, coppery-red, fed her need, but she ignored it. Concentrated on him, beneath her. He had to stop fighting her. But first, first, God, she needed him inside her. Like with Ranger. His body would ground her.
Raising her hips, she settled over him, taking him inch by slow inch. Watching his face and showing him her pleasure in her own.
[ooc: WIP, and obviously closed to outside interaction. This will get very explicit and probably violent again. Mind the NSFW warning!]
Dancing, the crush of bodies, a court darker then this where every movement was watched, watched by him for over 1000 years, unable to truly participate, except at his Queen's whim.
He had danced, CJ, Susan, Lee... Each movement reminding him of what he lost and what he had also gained, the first time he thought of it that way. Needing to escape her headed out into the garden, towards the maze, making his wy through the turns and bends in only a way someone who was not worried about being lost could.
After fighting with Crowley...
She didn't trust herself to fly now. Fury buffeting her like gale-force winds, up there? Buildings would fall from random TK blasts.
Control first. Or she was no better than C. She. Would. Not. Loose her rage on innocents. Would not.
The entrance to the maze beckoned. Called, inexplicably. She had to go there. That was all she knew. Safety was there.
So into the maze, following the twists and turns without caring. Seeing nothing but red rage and blue power. She went deep into the hedges. And then suddenly she was fighting.
Fighting herself and C and Tim and what had been done. Stupid fucking Plan. "When is it enough?" she screamed, in the midst of Chaos and Fire - and TK stripping branches of leaves, and hedges of branches.
He felt her before he heard her, no question in his mind who she was. Anger, power, it was a power he had felt before and he felt it, electric in the air.
It pulled on him, beckoned him to it. He wanted to turn away, he didn't trust himself with her, the Angel... She reminded him so much of what he was. But like calls to like and the power twisted around him, forcing him back through the maze.
Following both the power and the sound he ran through the maze, coming upon her as she stalked, destroying the maze, channeling her anger, her everything out.
"Lee," He shouted her name as he approached, his voice deep and raw, "Lee, what is going on here?"
Oh fucking Hell. The closer he came the more her power surged. Wild, hot, and seeking release.
"Get away." But still he came.
Beyond caring, she blasted him with TK. "You're the last thing I need right now." Her voice came hoarse, almost a sob. "Stay away, Darkness. Stay the fuck away."
Her blast had thrown him back, and he stared at her, rage obscuring his vision for a moment, a growl coming deep from this throat, low and animal.
"I tried to walk away, but this... whatever you're pouring out called me." He rushed towards her, low to the ground, hitting her with his shoulder, throwing her away from him, the faint hint of green starting to lick at his fingertips.
The tackle took her off balance, knocked her down. It took mere seconds for her to be on her feet again. She came up swinging, needing the satisfation of fists splitting flesh and cracking bone. Her soul, her essence screamed for blood, and she would have it.
She would have his. He'd had a part in this. His magic, in opening her up to all of this. Giving her back enough of what she had been that she could be softer.
"Bleed." Hands thrust out in front of her, she sent blast after blast of TK at him. She wasn't yet trying to kill him, but she didn't especially care if she did.
Fists impacting with bone, power, pure raw power smashing into him, waves of it. Feeding something raw inside of him, his eyes flashed dark, words barely intelligible.
"You don't want to do this, Angel," he fought against the blasts, soaked them in, buffeted them off, he didn't know really, all he knew was his hand thrusting to meet her body, green fire shooting out in waves, jumping off onto her. Anyone lesser and it would have killed them, damaged them permanently, his control lost with her, the way she called to him and opened him up destroying some barrier he'd always had inside.
The fire stung, but didn't burn. Not this time. Upwelling fire and Chaos shielded her where her usual concentration could not have. "Threats mean nothing without the promise to back them up," she mocked. "Stop me then, Darkness. Stop me if you can."
His magic flayed her of rational thought and left her raw. Tore her open and exposed her. Kicking, scratching, clawing, she pushed him back, knocked him over 'til she sat astride him, fist driving into his face again and again and -
Her head came up, eyes darkened. Her hand gripped his shirt.
C. This close, she'd recognize that power even stripped of her own.
And Anita.
Hell. Her fault. C's. And hers. And now Anita, and others, would pay for their argument. They'd destroyed the balance by breaking their own rules.
Fallen, but even so, she'd put Anita under her protection, and Tim...Tim was out there somewhere, without her... and Max...and Emma... and Loz and his pretty girl in pink with the sad eyes... Cole and his witch... C's little bird..
And what would this do to her demon?
Free will was a joke. No choice at all. She looked down at the Sidhe prince beneath her, abandoned pride and pled with her eyes. "Help me."
Hurting, fighting, wounds opening on his body and tearing open inside of him as well. Power rushing over him, calling to her, calling to him, and other… Unknown…
He looked at her, stopping when she doid, his eyes a question, his voice a snarl.
"First you want me to destroy you and now you want me to help you? Which is it Angel, and make up your mind. I don't want games, especially not from you."
"Not a game, Darkness. Don't you feel it?" It rushed over her, thick like the essence of passion and stirring. Called, dark and erotic. He felt it, she knew he did. Her fist which had smashed his face now opened, stroked down his flank. "My... friends... this city. My fault. Help me, or leave. Now."
Before he even answered, she'd begun. Opened herself to the power. Whatever she could take, it would be that much less for Anita and C to hold. Her gut cramped with the rush of need and he was out of time. "Decide..."
"Friends? Your friends are causing this?" The words are a hiss, he feels it, pulling at something deep inside him. Something of her pulling at him too, he cannot leave, not when she has asked him for his help. It is a weakness he knows, and one she has exploited already. He is afraid that she knows this too, that it wasn't purely an accident or a coincidence.
The pull of deeper things pushes thought out of his head and he is on her, pushing her into the hedge, his lips, his tongue seeking hers, "Yes..."
She remembered. Brain wiped of conscious thought. Eyes dark in a way blue eyes should never be dark, almost black. Do you want me, Lex? And his powerlessness to resist her, the succubus, driven by the touch of lust and the soft word of command. She remembered that she would've ridden him until he broke down in sobs of agony, begging her to stop.
What she had felt then was nothing to what she felt now. Felt, because there wasn't thought. Only her body, thrumming with dark needs, her arousal already painful in the tightness of her nipples and the throbbing of her clit. And his needs pressed on her, settled over her skin like a shroud of lust.
She pushed him off. Gaze locked with his, devouring his incredible beauty, she stripped herself of the dress and the shoes and her underwear. "Need...God... I hurt," she panted, moving to him again, pushing him back and down to straddle him while she ripped off his tux. "Touch."
The desire ate at him, tearing at his control, desperate to be out of his body, and to have her. No conscious thought, just instinct, wanting, raw and primal. The need of centuries building up and pouring over him, bolstered by this other power.
His hands pull her to him as she tears at his clothes, forcing his mouth to hers, hard and relentless, fingers digging into her like claws as they drag down her back. "Fuck me then, Angel."
"Ah. Fuck... Darkness!" Arching into him, she cried out in pain and pleasure at his hands tearing her flesh. Stopping it, being invulnerable was beyond her now and even if it weren't she wouldn't block it. Needed it.
God. His clothes. "Off, get them off," she growled against his mouth, before digging her hands into his hair to pull his head back and bite his throat.
Hands sliding down to her hips, he grinds up into her, hard and ready, straining against the material, her heat soaking through it, causing his body to tense. Her teeth in his neck pull a growl from his throat as he pushes at her hips, tearing at his pants, material ripping, shoving them down, leaving him naked and exposed under her.
Slow down. They had to slow down or they'd flay each other alive with the power and the need. Forcing her attention into her hands, she unbuttoned his shirt, one careful button at a time, then smoothed her hands over his chest and down his arms, pushing the shirt off with a slow sweeping stroke. Feeling, soaking up the sensation of skin as rich and perfect and soft as her own over muscles hardened by centuries of use.
Impossible, almost, to fight the ravening desire. But she clung to control, biting the inside of her cheek so hard it bled. The taste, coppery-red, fed her need, but she ignored it. Concentrated on him, beneath her. He had to stop fighting her. But first, first, God, she needed him inside her. Like with Ranger. His body would ground her.
Raising her hips, she settled over him, taking him inch by slow inch. Watching his face and showing him her pleasure in her own.
[ooc: WIP, and obviously closed to outside interaction. This will get very explicit and probably violent again. Mind the NSFW warning!]