Compilation of Adoration Chapter 4
Thank you for the comments! I REALLY enjoyed them :D... Also, so sad that Beelzebub won’t release this week Q-Q.
Also, I only do a single read-through to double check my work, so there may be some grammar, formatting mistakes that I missed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beelzebub… Though you probably knew that already.
Pairing: Oga/Furuichi
Rating: M(?) Vague mentions of sex.
Fandom: Beelzebub
Warning: homosexual relationships, reference to sex, swearing, contains AU at times, genderbending at times, cursing, etc, etc.
Summary: Series of one word prompts for Oga/Furuichi. Will contain everything from AU to gender-bender in the prompts; you have been warned.
Compilation of Adoration Chapter 4
Captive
Oga and the Ishiyama delinquents stared at the burning school, wondering if they would ever get their school back. The moment he crushed Jabberwock to the ground, a fire erupted (probably due to that crybaby prince) and the rest of the demon army disappeared.
“At least we saved Hilda,” Oga muttered to Beel who cooed in response.
Leaving the others to deal with the mess, Oga carried Hilda up to the office building that Furuichi and Lamia had camped out at.
“Oi, let’s go already,” he muttered as he opened the door to the roof. “I thought you guys would run down the moment I kicked Jabberwock’s ass. So what the hell-”
The roof looked like a battle zone; Himekawa’s numerous butlers and bodyguards littered the ground, groaning in pain. The delinquent himself was leaning against the fence, clearly knocked out. In the center of the debris was Lamia, shaking like a leaf, fear on her child-like face. Furuichi was nowhere to be seen.
“Lamia, what the hell happened?” Oga growled, as Beel also made an expression of shock.
“Og-Oga,” she stuttered out, still shaking. “Behemoth he-”
“He what?” the demon contractor snarled. “Did he do this?!”
“Oga, I couldn’t do anything,” Lamia cried out, tears in her eyes. “When you beat Jabberwock, Behemoth just jumped up here and took Furuichi! And then he made a gesture and the rest of the army disappeared too!”
“How the hell did he know you were up here?!” Oga questioned. “Fuck, I told you guys to stay out of sight!”
“I told you that he winked at us when you were running around!” Lamia shrieked.
“Did the old bastard say anything?!” Oga growled, fearing for Furuichi. “He must have said something.”
Lamia shook her head. “He didn’t say anything.”
“Not even an issue of challenge?!” Oga growled. “Why would he take Furuichi unless he wanted me to fight him?!”
Oga punched the chain-linked fence, screaming in frustration; he’d hunt down those gilled bastards, make them shriek in pain and save Furuichi from wherever the hell he’s been dragged into.
Coffer
General Oga stared out to the desert landscape before him, the massive river shimmering as the centerpiece of the scene. Though he had just finished a military expedition in a far off island nation, he had no burning desire to return to his native homeland, preferring what the exotic, desert country had to offer.
Of course, there was also the fact that back home, two women were fighting over him like hellcats; which made no sense what so ever because the renown general didn’t recall ever showing interest in either of them. One of them, Hilda, he knew was only interested in him because of the power and status she and her green haired toddler would gain. The other one, Kunieda, he didn’t understand at all; he had talked to her once for heaven’s sake!
Oga sipped his spiced drink, contemplating his delicate situation when a solid knock on his door brought him from his reveries.
“Who is it?” he growled, annoyed by the unannounced guest.
A dark-skinned slave carried in a man-sized, bejeweled box, his arms flexing at the exertion. The container was placed gently on the ground and the slave bowed low in front of it.
“What the hell is that?” Oga said, gesturing to the glittering box.
The servant bowed again. “A gift from Prince Takayuki,” he replied before slipping out of the room, leaving Oga alone once more.
The dark haired general stared down at the coffer before unclasping the lid. “Might as well see what it is,” he grunted.
Silk, it was a container full of pale, cream silk. “What the hell am I supposed to do with silk?!” he growled, pulling the cloth out. Underneath the silk was…more silk. “The fuck?”
Oga pulled out another length of silk, and another and another, wondering why the hell he hasn’t just stopped pulling out the cloth yet. He was on his tenth layer of silk when he was finally blessed with a magnificent sight; the youngest prince stared up at him with silver eyes, wearing only a thin, almost-transparent linen wrap around his slender waist and adorning silver bangles and a matching headdress.
“You’ve finally opened it,” Takayuki said with a breathless laugh, a thin sheen of sweat on his ivory skin. “I was starting to think you didn’t appreciate my gift.”
“You’re quite…reckless, almost to the level of idiotic, Prince Furuichi,” Oga replied with a roll of his eyes. “What would have happened to you if I hadn’t opened the chest? It would have become your casket.”
Furuichi chuckled softly, pulling himself out of the box gracefully. “Well, I’m risking a lot to begin with, just to come see you,” the white haired prince said with another smile, arching his back. “I’d just like a moment of your time, general Oga.”
“Well, this is the most creative method I’ve seen for someone asking for an audience with me,” Oga commented while plopping himself on a cushioned couch, gesturing for the prince to do the same. “I’m listening.”
Furuichi sat down across from him, his eyes losing its mirth and turning serious. “As you know, my elder brother and I are currently co-regents of the country,” the prince said. “However, Tatsuya is very… impressionable and there are certain people trying to use that to their advantage. So far I’ve been able to protect my brother from being used… but recently, a eunuch managed to slander me to the king enough that I was exiled. As you are a close ally with our family, I thought you may be able to help me.”
Oga listened with a contemplative frown. “I see; all countries seem to suffer from political slander,” he muttered, nodding softly. “So, what do you want from me?”
“Please, help me reunite with my brother,” Takayuki requested, his eyes wide.
Oga scratched his head, sighing. “Five years ago, your father offered me 5000 men and 15 000 gold coins in aid for the war against the rebels,” the general stated briskly. “What can you offer me for my services?”
The prince stood from his seat and glided over to the general, his silver bangles jingling softly. He stood tall and proud in front of Oga, and pointed to himself, his eyes hooded. “Didn’t you hear my servant?” Furuichi whispered, the candle light bathing the pale being in a golden light. “I am a gift from the prince.”
Oga stood as well, cupping Furuichi’s face. “A most beautiful gift,” he growled lustfully, bringing their faces close. “I accept with the greatest of pleasure.”
Irreplaceable
Oga smirked darkly at the serpent demon, cracking his fingers. “You bastard, you’re going to wish you were dead by the end of this,” he growled, Baby Beel mimicking his expression from his shoulder. “Let Furuichi go.”
The red haired snake demon curled on the ground, blood dripping from his various wound, his white scales littering the ground. Furuichi stood beside the kneeling demon, black tendrils of the demon contract wrapped around his body, and his silver eyes dull.
The scaled creature pulled himself up, laughing hysterically, with blood pouring from his mouth as he cackled. He pulled Furuichi towards him, who leaned against him bonelessly; the creature put a massive, clawed hand on the white-haired human’s pale throat.
“Stay away, contractor,” the demon hissed, glaring threateningly at Oga. He tightened his hold on Furuichi’s throat. “Or I’ll kill your precious friend.”
Oga snarled, his eyes narrowing. “You bastard, that guy’s your contractor,” he growled. “You’ll lose your power if you kill him!”
The demon sneered, using his free hand to pet at the stupefied human’s white hair. “Yes, but contractors are replaceable, my life is not,” the redhead cackled. “So unless you want the boy to choke to death, step aside and let me walk.”
Oga tilted his head down, hiding his eyes. He clenched his fists tight enough to draw blood, angry at himself for being unable to protect his friend. His skin began glowing blood red, the Zebul spell spreading around him. Oga stepped towards the demon, overpowering him with his power, his eyes still hidden by his dark hair.
“What the hell are you doing?! I told you to stay back!” the demon growled, using Furuichi as a shield. “Do you want him to die?!”
“Don’t make me laugh,” Oga replied darkly, appearing in front of the demon faster than the serpent could react. He let loose a monumental ball of lightening, careful to only hit the demon; his opponent went flying, and Oga caught Furuichi as he fell.
He carried the unconscious teen bridal style, and walked over to the knocked out demon, heavy burns on its scaled body. “Furuichi’s worth a million times more than you,” he snarled, glaring down at the demon, Baby Beel shouting angrily in agreement. “If I’m the Demon Lord’s father, he’s the Demon Lord’s mother!”
Brabble
“I can’t believe you!” Furuichi screamed, slamming his hand down on the table. “Did you even think to tell me about your… impromptu training?!”
Oga glared back, shoving some chips in his mouth. “What about you!? He growled, baby Beel bouncing on the bed behind him. “You think I don’t know about your… group activities?! What about that time with Himekawa and Kanzaki?!”
Furuichi looked down at his boyfriend, outrage clear on his face. “I always tell you about those things!” he shot back. “I told you that time with Himekawa-senpai and Kanzaki-senpai was because I was teaching them some techniques!!”
Oga stared back, unimpressed. “It’s your fault we’re always at different levels!!” Oga snarled, pointing a long finger at Furuichi. “Always going around “helping”!! They’re using you to get experience, idiot!”
“If you weren’t so busy all the time, I wouldn’t have to go around with other people!!” Furuichi shrieked before slamming the door shut behind him.
Oga pushed himself up and slinked to his computer. “That is it, Baby Beel!!” Oga shouted, slamming his computer on. “I am hacking into Furuichi’s account and deleting it! MMORPG is bad for relationships!!!”
Illusion
Oga lounged in the throne of the conquered castle, sharpening his sword leisurely; this town had been relatively small and easy to take over, despite its close proximity with the capital city.
The door creaked open and Toujou stepped inside. “What is it?” Oga asked, raising a brow at his right hand man.
Toujou smirked with mirth. “There are some messengers here,” the orange-haired man stated. “I guess they’re panicking because we conquered this town. What should we do, Oga?”
Oga chuckled as well. “Better let them in,” he said. “We need to be good hosts, after all.”
The messengers consisted only of an aging man, his scarred bodyguard and a masked dancer, a pale blue cloth wrapped around her face that hid her features.
The feast went into full swing, with the warriors and the messengers all sitting on furred mats placed around the large banquet hall floor. Oga sipped on the sweet wine, his eyes focused on the silver-eyed dancer gliding across the floor, his male fighters cheering boisterously.
Leaning against the wall, Nene, a female warrioress, clicked her tongue in distaste. “I don’t like the fact that we’re promoting the objectification of women,” she muttered, pointing to the dancer. “She’s giving us women a bad name.”
The leader of the women, Aoi Kunieda, elbowed her second-in-command. “Nene,” she hissed. “Some women are not as lucky as we are; some countries dissuade a female fighting class.”
Chiaki nodded solemnly. “For many women, a dancing occupation is a stable job that single women can do to support themselves,” the short haired girl added calmly.
“Geez, you’re all making me look like an ass,” she commented with an embarrassed frown, shaking her wavy red hair. She waved the dancer over, who stopped and sauntered over.
“I’m sorry about insulting you,” Nene said sheepishly. “I just meant it in a… you know… not offensive way.”
The dancer nodded slowly. “I understand,” she replied, her silver eyes bright. “I’ve gotten used to it.”
“Oi, what are you doing?” one of the ambassadors, Jabberwock growled. “Get back to dancing.”
Nene glared and opened her mouth to retort when the dancer’s pale hand grasped her arm. “It’s fine,” the masked one whispered before cartwheeling back to the center of the room. The red-haired fighter glared at the scarred male, hating his tone of masculine superiority.
‘Pigs,’ Nene thought disgustedly to herself.
Across the room, Oga watched the interaction with a thoughtful frown. Beside him, the old man, Behemoth, mumbled a practiced speech about joining forces with one another, but Oga ignored every word of it, too focused on the twirling performer, her pale leg kicked out gracefully in front of her. Behemoth noted the warrior king’s intense stare and chuckled.
“Do you like her, Lord Oga?” the aging man asked with a laugh, gesturing for her to come over; she tip-toed towards the duo and bowed lowly. “She’s our best dancer.”
The dark haired fighter trailed his eyes up and down the slender figure, letting out a hum of approval.
The old man winked lecherously. “What do you say? She even performs beautifully in bed!”
Oga laughed before grabbing the dancer’s wrist and pulling her to his chambers. “I leave the rest to you!” the brunette called out to his warriors. The men cheered and wolf-whistled while the women watched with a mixture of disapproving frowns and amused smiles at their leader’s antics.
Closing the heavy door behind him, Oga dragged the dancer to the large pile of furs, seating themselves on top of the soft pelts. “So uh,” the brunette muttered, trying to make conversation. “I don’t think I got your name.”
“It’s Yuki,” she murmured, trailing her hand down the warrior’s bare arm. “Like the word snow.”
“Hmm,” Oga replied before getting up.
The performer jumped up as well and grabbed the general’s arm. “Wait,” she called out. “Am I… Am I not your type?”
The invader turned back to the weight on his arm. “Truthfully, you really aren’t… but I didn’t even call you here to fuck anyways,” Oga stated. “I mean, the old guy looked like he really wanted me to bring you to my bed, and you looked tired as hell but the scarred guy you came with was a big dickhead and wouldn’t let you rest. I felt bad so, that’s why I brought you here.”
Yuki pressed herself to Oga’s back. “You are kinder than I thought, Lord Oga,” she whispered, the sound of soft rustling mingling with her words.
With years of experience, Oga’s keen ears caught the soft swoosh of a sword slicing through the air; he snapped his arm back, grabbing the dancer’s blade hand. The brunette twirled his attacker around, locking the dancer’s arm behind her.
Oga pulled the blade from her hand before chuckling darkly. “You know, I’ve been wondering all night about what you look like,” he growled, using the dagger to cut through her shirt and head scarf and throwing the blade off to the side. They tumbled onto the pelts, the attacker staring up at Oga.
The warrior held the dancer’s wrists down with one hand, and he stared down at his prisoner in shock, the distinct lack of breasts throwing him off. The boy was like the moon personified, with short, silver locks and milky skin.
Oga trailed his free hand down the captive’s chest. “Like the snow indeed, snow white,” he said with a smirk. “So, how about giving me your real name?”
The silver haired male turned his face away. “My name is Yuki,” he mumbled but when he saw Oga’s brow raised in doubt he added, “Takayuki…… Furuichi.”
The warrior chuckled. “You know what’s funny, Furuichi?” Oga commented lightly, cupping the attacker’s face. “When you were trying to get into my bed, I wasn’t interested you in the least.”
Oga brought his face close to Furuichi’s ear. “Ironically enough, now that you’ve revealed yourself to be someone that wants to do me harm,” he hissed. “You’ve also shown yourself to be exactly my type.”
Furuichi looked up in confusion. “What do you mean?” he asked, crinkling his brow in confusion.
Oga laughed loudly, mirth in his voice. “I have zero interest in women,” he admitted with another snigger. “You’d have had a better chance of lowering my defenses if you had come to me straight as a man!”
Elucidation
Oga looked down at the dancer, the weak morning light shining on his face; he lifted Furuichi’s slender arm, staring at it. “Why did they send you?” he asked. “I can already tell that you are not a fighter. Not a trained one, at least.”
Furuichi pulled his arm back and wrapped them around his naked legs. “I volunteered,” he replied quietly, looking away from Oga’s dark, inquiring eyes.
“Why?” the warrior questioned again. “Those two ran off in the middle of the night, just in case you wanted to know; they just left you to die here.”
“I’m not worth very much,” Furuichi answered with a pained laugh. “I’m sure they thought that I wasn’t someone that merited saving. I failed, after all.”
Oga shook his head. “You still haven’t told me why you volunteered despite your lack of fighting prowess.”
For the first time, Furuichi looked up and faced Oga; the dancer smiled softly, his eyes clouded with sorrow. “I needed a lot of money in a short time frame,” he explained. “They paid me to come here and try to kill you.”
Oga crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. He stared at the curled up figure, sighing softly; the warrior nodded to the figure at the edge of the room before turning away from Furuichi. “I’ll let you go; get changed and leave when you’re done,” he muttered before shutting the door behind him.
Toujou tossed a pile of clothes at Furuichi. “You’re lucky,” he said with a laugh. “Managed to live after trying to kill Chief Oga! He must really like you!”
Furuichi gave the scarred man an amused smile. “Oh yes,” the dancer murmured, rubbing his sore body. “He sure showed me how much he liked me last night; I can’t feel my lower body, sir. Why hasn’t Oga killed me yet? I don’t want pity from barbarians.”
“You know, I bet you’re looking down on us because we’re “barbarians” and stuff,” Toujou said with another laugh, used to the distrust of his people. “But we only fight to survive; I mean, we like fighting, that’s definitely true, but that doesn’t mean we like conquering other countries.”
Furuichi snorted softly. “Then, why are you doing it?”
Toujou stared into the horizon, frown on his tan face. “We do it survive,” he replied. “Our land isn’t… viable and people were dying from lack of food. Oga decided to invade other countries so we can have a chance to survive.”
Toujou stomped over to the door, creaking it open. “You know, if you stayed with us, you’d get to know us better. We’re not as bad as people make us out to be,” the second in command stated. “Oga would definitely like it; he’s not the type to fuck around. If he slept with you, it’s because he really likes you.”
Furuichi didn’t respond, his lips drawn in a tight line, watching as Toujou close the door shut.
Toujou leaned against the wooden door, scratching his head. “I wish you’d stay too,” he whispered. “Because Oga’s too busy trying to make everyone else’s lives better and never does anything for himself.”
It’s the end of Chapter 4…. For some reason, I feel like this one is so…. Not flowy and beautiful… OTL
On the other hand, the drabbles are getting longer… Don’t know if that’s good or not… what do you readers think??Also, it’s getting increasingly…. Weirder….
Captive: an AU for the end of “save Hilda” arc. I’ve wondered why Behemoth even bothered winking at them(creepy as hell). Also, so far everything’s been from Furuichi’s point of view, so I thought I’d try a hand at Oga’s.
Coffer: a Box or chest, especially one for valuables. Playing it up on the Cleopatra, Caesar legend(?) that Cleopatra seduced the general by hiding naked in a roll of carpet… So… Furuichi using sex appeal to get what he wants, basically…. Woo-hoo fucking with character relationships… Well Tatsuya Himekawa has white hair, Takayuki Furuichi has white hair… Their names start with a ‘T’… so yeah….
Irreplaceable: Protective Oga, and forcefully contracted Furuichi ^^;
Brabbling: To argue noisily over insignificant things. You thought it was about something naughty didn’t you? ^^;… Also… MMORPG stands for Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game. (OTL I had to look it up)…I don’t even know, lol.
Illusion: Sexy, cross-dressing Furuichi??? I think so; though, I used “she” and “her” to keep up a charade??. I also think Nene is the one who believes in gender neutrality(equality) the most…
Elucidation: To make clear; to Explain. Continuation of Illusion. Awkward morning after…. OTL
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