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Temptation's Wings	By : Erzulie Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 5144 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Dir en grey. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title – Temptation’s Wings
By – Erzulie
Contact – ErzuliesDream@yahoo.com
Band – Dir en grey
Pairings – KaoruXKyo, DieXToshiya, KyoXToshiya (Possibly. Don’t know yet)
Rating – NC-17
Genre – Complete A/U – Fantasy.
Setting - The Fey realm.
Warning - This fiction will hold one or more instances of male pregnancy. The idea came after a bunch of RPs with a few friends where we knocked up my Kyo-muse. If you do not like this idea, then don’t read the story. If you leave nasty comments pertaining to this subject, then you’re going to make yourself look like a gigantic ass that doesn’t know how to read a warning. Also - no, I don’t think any guy in real life would want to get pregnant, even if it’s been said that it’s scientifically possible with a few medical ‘improvements’. This is all in fun, and I don’t mean any offense to anyone written of here in. Which is why it’s called fantasy. It’s pretend. O.O; Once more . . . if you don’t like the idea, don’t read it. That’s what the X button is for. And don’t worry, this will be my only major slip into complete insanity. But hey, I thought I had to make my completely bonkers fic, just to make my contribution to things that would make most other people outside of the fandom go ‘…. The hell is wrong with these people?’ It’s all in good fun, ladies and gentlemen…. All in good fun.

Don’t take it seriously. : x

Dedication - I write this in honor of those who have played male pregnancy RPs with me. All of you rock, and I’m so thankful that there are others out there who don’t think it’s completely insane. Also, my extreme thanks to my dearest B, who basically got me into the idea! Yomi shall not have lain that egg in vain! Also, hope you don’t mind if I’m going to use that idea of how they give birth : x You know, like how the throat works -.- (to those of you who have no clue…. You’ll see! ::evil grin::)

Finally . . . my Disclaimer - I don't own Dir en grey ::insert sad face:: This is a work of pure fantasy. No, I've got nothing better to do than to sit around and think of dirty things for two bandmates to do together. I'm aware that the majority of Dir en grey, if not all of them are heterosexual... but my perverted mind ceases to care about that when it comes to writing. I mean no offense to the band, or to anyone who may read this. I believe strongly in the fact that fanfiction is just that – Fiction!!! It’s fake, not real! Pretend. A trip into the unreal… and so on and so forth. Don’t like it? Then I will once more direct your attention to the X button at the top of the page. Exercise your right to click that lovely little letterbox, ne? But only if you don’t like fanfic, homosexuality, and high fantasy . . . and for this one only… male pregnancy! If you don’t mind any of what’s been mentioned, feel free to stick around ^….^ You may just dig this!
So, with all of that out of the way…
Get'yo happy asses to reading, ne??!!!

Part One – The Wild Hunt

- He kneeled beside the deer he was harvesting meat from to take back to those who were currently heavy with child. As one who had not yet bred, he served as a gatherer and a guard for those who were confined to the caves. It did not matter that he was a Prince. He still must serve for the colony, since he was not yet mated. There were others in the forest with him that day, who were also set upon the task of gathering food for those who dwelled in the caves. None were so very close to where he had hunted though. He was pretty much on his own, as far as he knew. But, he liked it that way. Even if it put him in more danger of being hunted down himself. Outsiders liked to come to their domain and catch them for sport, and sometimes – for breeding purposes of their own. Female fey were few and far between – and most of the male fey weren’t that attracted to the rare side of their breed. So the dragon pixies were the best bet. They could serve a female’s purpose – if they lay beneath another for long enough, and for so many times that their body rearranged it’s own insides to take up the role of child bearing. The outer genetics remained the same – they kept their male genitalia. . But inside, they were female – with a womb, and ovaries. Kyo, as he kneeled and collected meat for those who were impregnated by their own kind, thought about how he had made up his mind long ago that he would not serve the female role. He would find one who would let him serve as Sire. There was one he had in mind, but he had not found the courage to ask his dearest friend such a question. He turned his mind from these thoughts though, and he sat up a little straighter, taking a moment to look around and press his senses out into the forest. It was wise for his kind to check the area every once in a while; to make sure there were none sitting and waiting in ambush for them. He sensed nothing on his check, and went back to sawing meat from the bones of the deer carcass. He tasted none of it, as he was wise and did not want to be weighed down, and unable to change sizes and take flight, if an attacker should come. He cut deeper into the deer’s flesh with the dagger he wielded, and sprays of blood splattered across his bare flesh, dripping down his chest and toned abdomen slowly. He sighed softly, and, since he did not want some animal to smell it on him, he magiced the blood away, and a slight frown played on his face as he did so. -

Just out of Kyo’s sense range sat two of the Sidhe, Elven kind. They watched him closely, both of them licking their lips at the sight of his beauty. The dragon pixies, despite their wild natures, were among the most beautiful things in the realm of the fey. This one that they had in their sights was very lovely. He was small, even in his full size –and both of the experienced hunters knew that meant he would be very, very fast. Probably more so than most prey. But, for that moment, they were not ready to make their strike on the pretty prize. Instead, they were both contented to be watchers.
They studied his form closely, or what they could see of him from the distance. His wings, since he was in full size, were pressed into his back – melded into his skin. The wings looked as though they were a tattoo on his back. A textured play of blacks and blues, all pearled and glimmering. A line of shimmering scales played down the youth’s back as well. The scales were black; shinning in the sunrays which streamed down from the forest canopy, so that the scales seemed to hold rainbows in their rounded forms. They began under tufts of wild blonde hair, and ran down his spine to go into hiding beneath the long, black gauze skirt he wore as his only clothing. The skirt was held up by a belt of chains, hanging with small amulets of onyx, obsidian and diamonds, which marked out the pixie of being someone of some importance. The belt also had a sheath upon it, which served for the dagger he was cutting at meat with. The scabbard lay along his bare thigh, the bottom of it strapped round the toned appendage. The skirt was also slit up both sides, giving him room in case he needed to run. It also showed off a great deal of his pretty legs, all the way up to his hips, which were only hidden by the line of the chain belt. He was toned, strong looking despite his small frame. They had walked round him some, so they’d seen his front. The pixie had a handsome face, though it bordered on feminine. His eyes, lined thickly in black kohl, had glimmered in the sunlight - and both of his hunters knew he would have the slit pupils like all of his kind possessed. His eye color, from the distance, looked like it was a tri-color. They’d seen gold, green and deep chocolate – all shimmering and mixing together in a molten stare. His lips were full, very lush and pretty, set in a pout – and he’d left them unpainted. Though the two could not see them then, they knew that the pixie’s ears would be point-tipped, with scales playing behind the shell, and going right under his hair. They’d also made out scales on his lower sides, disappearing under the belt of his skirt, gracing his hips in a spray of shinning onyx born rainbows. His arms were wrapped in silver armlets shaped to look like serpents, and he had markings down his arms, showing that the wildlings were skilled with true tattoos. The pixie looked to be young, but one could always be deceived by appearances – as well the two hunters knew. They were masters of deceit themselves.
The leader nodded to his companion, and the other nodded back. The pixie’s back was turned completely as he worked at cutting meat from bone; the forest was silent in that moment. The two Sidhe males moved with great care, as quiet as the grave. They used faint magic to mask their approach. The spell they’d cast was one the pixie would be unable to detect, as it had been developed long ago to evade the senses of his kind. The bare foot dragon kith continued to work at the job he’d put himself to, though his ears were perked to hear any sound, which may make itself known to him during his task. He moved around the deer a moment, and almost turned his face to the two approaching. The hunters stopped in their tracks, throwing more magic around them to mask them where they stood. The pixie still did not sense them, and he continued with his work, the bells on the anklets he wore making little tinkling noises as he moved.

- He worked silently for a while, and then he heard something. It was very, very faint. He stopped what he was doing, and he let his dagger go slack in his hand as he listened to the forest’s whispers. Kyo felt his heartbeat began to increase. Though he could not detect what it was, something was highly amiss in the area around him then. He scented the air lightly, still holding extremely still. He turned the dagger in his hand, holding it ready in case he must use it once more. He bowed in a crouch lightly over his dead prey, his shoulders rolling a bit as he moved into a wary defense. His knife was still of course on the ready, and he stayed in his position, not moving. He continued scenting the air. His pulse increased, and he found himself crouching lower. He started to growl, very softly – giving a warning to the general area and any that may be hiding in it without his knowledge. And then, the strike came. . . -

The leader moved in first, reaching out directly to the pixie which would serve as the first prize of their hunt. He caught the dragon’s wrist in a tight grip. The creature let out a feral growl of rage and surprise, and twisted in his hold, turning around fully to slash at him with his knife. The leader knocked the dragon away, and his second in command pounced on the boy – taking a dagger wound to the arm. The dragon was free of them then, if only for the second, and they watched as the pixie shrank down – dagger and all – and left the deer and the meat it had been collected in the basket behind him as he took flight. Seconds later, their quarry crashed through the forest, letting out a shrill cry – sounding an alarm to all the other pixies in the area. The little winged demon ripped through leaves, leaving an obvious trail behind him.

“Call to the others. Tell them to ready the traps.” The leader of the Sidhe told his partner. The other merely nodded to him, then he raised the horn he carried around his neck on a jeweled rope and blew into the small end of it, sounding out a call that filled the forest. The hunt had begun – and would not last much longer.

“Think we’ll catch this one?” The second asked the first as he put the horn down from his lips, and let it go to rest once more against his chest. The purple haired man merely smiled back at him. The red haired second smirked in return, rubbing the quickly healing dagger wound the little pixie had gifted him with. “Let’s get him then.” And then they were moving through the forest as well. In the distance, they could hear growls and cries, hundreds of small bodies zipping wildly through the foliage, crashing into leaves and shredding through the thicket – and after them, the much larger bodies of the unchangeable Sidhe, right on their little in-flight heels.
The harvest of the forest would be rich at the end of this hunt.

- Kyo had grown back into full size, and was waiting for his pursuers high up in a tree. He watched the ground with molten, glittering eyes – rage and worry apparent in his beautiful oculars. He snarled lightly as he waited – the sound mixing with a click-click-click roll of a hiss which made him sound as though he were mixed with a wildcat, a snake and a swarm of very angry insects. The sound was purely dragon. He’d led the two after him away from where the other of his kind were gathering from their own kills, as well as from fruited plants. He hoped his rouse had worked, but deep inside, he knew that none of his kind who’d been in that forest that day with him would escape the Sidhe whom stalked them. They would all turn into prizes for the larger breed of fey. He felt his heart as it thudded powerfully in his chest and he waited in complete silence otherwise for the two he knew would stay on his trail. It did not take them long to enter the area where he was. He crouched down more on the tree branch, and brought his dagger out once more from the scabbard where he’d replaced it for his run. He wielded it loosely, and then he brought it into a better grip as he made himself ready to strike down on them. -

The purple haired leader smirked over at his red headed compatriot. He looked up to where he could see the dragon pixie waiting; his toned body crouched down – looking so much like a wild cat that was ready to pounce. The little wildling was in his full size once more. How very convenient he’s making this. The leader thought to himself with a smirk, and he got out one of the spelled collars, which would keep the little male full sized, and he saw that his partner had out the dart blower which was loaded with a tranquilizing solution dipped marker. The little pixie they were after would soon be in their possession.
They were ready for the strike from the small male when it came, and they were basically laughing at the pixie when he came flying down at them.

- Kyo hit the leader, and soon found himself struggling with the larger male, growling as they fought. His dagger got knocked away, and then he was wrestled down. A collar was placed around his neck. He felt the magic instantly. He was unable to shrink down, unable to sprout his wings! It was just as though he was weighed down by food…. Or if he were pregnant. Kyo’s eyes went wide, and he thrashed away from the other, trying to pull the collar from around his throat as he did so. It was useless. Completely enraged - he backed off from the leader he’d engaged in struggle – but only to show his natural weapons. He unsheathed very deadly looking claws, and then he launched himself back into attack. However, when he was flying through the air, something pinched into the back of his right shoulder. His eyes went wide, and he retracted the talons, which were meant to harm the Sidhe general. His hand went back to touch his wounded flesh, and he landed in a thud on the ground. He was up suddenly, pulling the dart he found lodged right on the back of his shoulder out from his flesh. He threw the sharp tipped thing aside, and knowing he was drugged, began crashing through the forest in a full out run. He could hear the laughing Sidhe hunters right on his trail, and as the drug took affect, he lost his footing . . . He stumbled down, and rolled across the forest floor. And before another second passed - all was darkness for the Prince of the Dragon pixies. -

The two Sidhe approached the fallen dragon with light caution. When they realized the drug had taken affect, they let down their guard, and went to his side. The red head watched silently as the leader picked up the sleeping Dragon. Once he had the youth in his arms, the purple haired man smirked down at the sleeping face of the very beautiful pixie.

“Hello, little one. I’m Kaoru. Though you may not like it, you’re mine now.” And with that, the purple haired man threw the drugged pixie over his shoulder, and with his second in command, began walking back to their camp, where both Sidhe knew their fellow hunters would be celebrating their own captures.

“Kaoru-sama.” The redhead began as they walked. “He is not yours yet. There’s still the auction to go through. He should be put in with the rest of the prizes.”

“I know this Die.” The one called Kaoru replied, his voice soft as he spoke.

“Then why say . . .?”

“Because, I’m going to win him. I’m the Prince of Darkness and Blood, am I not? Do you really think any would contend with me once I’ve put my claim on him?”

“No.” Die smirked, looking away into the distance of the forest as they walked. Kaoru simply laughed, and continued to carry his prize towards camp – his second in command, and best friend, silenced from his doubts.

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