COMMAND [Xavier x Cecilion]

COMMAND

“Do tell, beautiful one,” He grins so sweetly. Tiny fangs that promise death peaks shyly from above his lips. The alluring melody that vibrates from his throat is barely compatible with his wicked presence, “what is your name?”

Amidst the darkness, when the moonlight shines just right upon his azure eyes, his gaze sends nothing but commitment. Hesitation doesn’t lie above his eyes, sending cold shivers down the fae's spine. Making him smile all crazy in anticipation.

Finally, he can play on such gorgeous, yet selfish, prey.

“Xavier.”

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Fire ablaze from small wooden houses. Heavy smoke flew high into the dead of the night, sending out a churl of hazard clouds that alerts no one. 

This village is remote, afterall. Quite an abandoned one, if one has to say. Eitherway they lived in harmony. Usually it’s peaceful, accompanied by childs’ laughter and mothers’ ever so heavenly singing. 

But no more of that, Xavier decided. As he adjusted the angle of his blade. Making sure the tip is somewhere no bone would interfere before finally sliding the cold metal all the way in. 

Xavier sighed in content at the way his victim, quite a bulky man in his late 30’, ended his struggle in a split second. Lying cold like a mannequin. His long scarlet hair was messy with blood, but at least it’s not as bad as his splitted open heart. Xavier took a few seconds of consideration before pulling the knife out, the object fully drenched in the crimson substance. 

Just as Xavier stood up, wanting to clean the blood of his last victim from his knife, he heard a low chuckle from the corner of the room. 

“Great job, my dear. You did excellent bringing the beast down.”

A man… No, a vile creature emerged from the shadow, revealing a fae without his charming dragonfly-like wings. His coal hair resembles the night. His crimson eyes scanned the crime scene, seemingly shining at the view of the corpse lying just a few centimeters next to them. 

“The Smiths have always been troublesome, you see.” The creature said, his voice is as alluring as a vow, “Causing ruckus in our land. Slaving our people, stealing our resources until we have nothing left to consume.”

Xavier said nothing. Whether that is true or not does not mean a thing to him. He has done his part of the contract, and all is good to go. He just had to wait and see if his soul is worth the trade or not.

“And surely, your kind has a keen eye for shiny things.” The creature continued quietly. His hands rubbed the empty back, scarred with uneven cuts and burns, leaving a nasty mark for those who see it, “A wing could feed a family for eight years.”

Xavier glances at the back of the creature, taking pity at how the scar is still so red and is barely closing in the wounds. Not a single pale as snow skin is left untouched. Slashed, burned, bruised, ruined above recovery. Xavier heard so in one of their sharing session, this creature is quite the talkative babe for sure

He couldn’t deny it. This creature was beautiful. The perfect synonym of the word.

If only, faith crosses over them in a different way, Xavier would definitely consider this man as a potential partner. Mayhaps the war ended, he’d take the man on a date to his family’s bakery. Moreover, he had wet dreams about the mythical creature, further approving his inner wants.

“And Terizla Smith was a father. Of course, he had to do so, even at the cost of his own life.”

Xavier's ears perked at the news, “He’s a father?”

“Was. His family portrait explains it all.”

And suddenly, a loud crash is heard not far from where the two were talking. Alerting them both. Xavier immediately has his knife ready in his grip. Looking at the creature next to him, asking if he should initiate. 

He smiled.

“Don’t.”

Xavier stopped in his tracks. Looking back at the myth, questioning his command for once.

“And leave a witness alive? Think again.”

Sensing the doubt in his gaze, the black haired man closes the space in between them. His bare chest touching Xavier’s clothed one. They’re so close they share a breath together.

A cold hand swiftly caressed his cheek. His thumb softly wiped away the splash of blood over his cheek bones. The ruby eyes looked back at the lazuli orbs observing him. Xavier is mesmerized. The fae is fucking deep into his mind, and he’s unable to fight back.  

“Take care of the child for me, will you?”

And Xavier smiled, before kissing the back of his hand,

“Anything for you, Cecilion.”