Zed: *He pulled viciously against the hard metal straps securing his bared body down on the bed. Green hair scattered all over the simple operation bed. He couldn't believe that he'd let the other demon drug him and tie him down like this during the usual examination.* TAKE THIS OFF!!!! Alhazad, what the hell are you planning to do!? *He screamed, refusing to be cowering in fear. He saw the tools the white demon would use on him and cringed. There were large knives, many tubes... strange liquids... Trembling, he turned his gaze from the horrible objects. He continued to cry out like a captive beast, making noise just to resist falling into scared sobs. Alhazad didn't speak. There was just a sinister, merry chuckle of inhuman voice... followed by a sharp stab in his lower abdomen. With a sharp screech, the young metal demon arched under the straps and watched blood splatter into the air. The pain grew unbearable, though he knew that his body would endure it in the end. The mad scientist demon won't allow him to die so easily.* Yaaaaaa!! Agh! Agh!!! Aghhhhhhh!! *Tears finally overspilled from his cat-like eyes and darkness claimed him with another wave of pain as appendage-like hands began to toy with the inside of his body.*

Zeikfried: *He sat on his office, studying Filgaian maps. He had some future battle strategies to plan. He didn't exactly know where the other Quarter Knights were... For Belselk, he didn't care. Lady Harken was probably practising, and Alhazad... He wasn't a bit interested what the mad scientist was up to today*

Zed: *In a distance, he heard soft mewing sound. Heat surrounded him, dimming his thoughts and leaving him limp even though the sense of touch was exceptionally sharp upon his skin. Cold, metallic hands were holding his legs by ankles, bending them up and out, spreading him to another appendage with fingers which fondled upon his sex. Then, when he became aware of that much, he realized that it was his own voice filling his ears with sweet moans. His own body, shifting and squirming bonelessly on the bed. Every breath he gave out was that of a creature in heat, passionate and totally lost in the moment. Thought diminished from his head as soon as it had materialized. The digits stroking his length had succeeded in making him release, probably not the first time. He felt wetness all along his lower body. If he had his eyes open, he would have seen that most of the liquid was vivid purple, the color of demon blood. Freshly stitched wounds were also upon his lower abdomen near the crotch, but that too, he didn't see. The hands upon him were apparently pleased with his bodily reactions. There was a voice hovering over him, murmuring something about Zeikfriend and a favor. //...Zeik... Zeikfried...// The name almost made him sane, but many cold hands reached to him and began to caress him all over, at the same time wrapping him up in a loose cloth bundle and hefting him off the bed. Arms and legs dangling, back and knees supported by the strong appendages of Alhazad, Zed continued to mew softly as he was carried out into oblivion.*

Zeik: *He was busy studying the maps as someone knocked on the door* I'm busy! Go away! *He wasn't pleased to see the door opening anyway, and Alhazad entering. He sighed and put down the papers* What do you want now?

Zed: *He was buried partially in the flowing hems of Alhazad's robe. He heard a familiar voice demanding something, but that was all faraway. Sighing softly as an appendage slipped along his crotch, he let himself be pulled out of the first covering, his body still wrapped by the white sheets which barely obscured what was being done to him by the countless "hands" of the white demon. Green-tressed head arching back powerlessly without the support, Zed felt himself behind laid on somewhere hard and small, perhaps a tabletop. The pleasuring fingers remained upon him, snaking here and there, easily loosening the folds of the sheets and baring him to the open air of the room. He half-slitted his eyes, seeing only in blurred vision for tears of bliss filled his gaze. Huffing softly and purring for more, he pumped his groin up against the inhumanoid hand, totally unaware that he was in the sight of his "lover".*

Zeik: *He watched as Alhazad laid Zed on his desk. The youngest of the demons pleased his eyes as always, but something was wrong this time. He got up and demanded for detailed explanation for this. Alhazad laughed stupidly and started to give him all the details of what he had been doing earlier...*

Zed: *He listened through fogged sense of hearing, shaking his head loosely over the table at the groping hands retreating.* No... Please... *Whispering softly, he arched his back and squirmed some more. One of his legs dangled off of the edge of the table, opening him up to exploration of a singular hand which returned to touch between his buttocks. More voice, explaning something... something about him and his body... at the mention of his name, Zed almost cued in on the conversation. However...* Ahn!! Ahnnnn!! *He cried out piteously and jerked where he was laid. Two cold, long fingers had invaded his orifice. It was strange. His inner lining felt drenched with slicky liquid, as if he had secreted it himself. Indeed he had. He didn't know yet... but his body had been altered with. He cried out more and more as the digits probed him, pumping steadily against his sensitive tract. His hands clawed agaisnt the surface of the wooden table, leaving small trails of nail marks.*

Zeik: *He couldn't keep himself from staring at the young demon lying on his desk... But he was beginning to feel furious. After getting the explanation from the white-robed demon, he shook his head...* YOU DID WHAT?!?!!! *he yelled, trying to keep at least a little control over himself, resisting the desire to just kill Alhazad at that moment. But he knew needed the mad scientist as a Quarter Knight, and he also needed him to change Zed back... He took a deep breath, glancing again at the naked figure laying on his desk...*

Zed: *The angry yell somehow pierced through his dulled mind, and his eyes cleared. Though he still squirmed and pumped rhythmically, his body reacting like a machine meant only to feel bliss... he saw Zeik and Alhazad close by. The eyes... he stared back at the older demons for a short moment, then at himself for the first time since the surgery. Finding himself spread wide, limp, shuddering compliantly to the ravishing fingers, he let out a small scream of half moan and mental anguish.* D-Don't look...!! *He babbled to Zeik, his cheeks turning red under the pale color. He tried to cover himself, at least to turn his body away, but Alhazad's "arms" shot out and pinned him down spread. Sobbing, he couldn't help but yip as the fingers closed over his sex again.* Ahn... Noo... Zeik-...fried, p-please don't w-watch... *Tears soaked his face even as he came under the cruel ministration. Alhazad left him completely, then, probably fearing the aura of murderous rage from Zeik's person. Panting shallowly, still mewing from the unquenchable heat inside, Zed watched half-faint as the floating demon teleported away. He was left with the head Quarter Knight. ...The one he least wanted to be seen by in this warped state.*

Zeik: *Angered by Alhazad's escape, he almost followed the white-clad demon to make him get the point... but he couldn't tear his eyes of off Zed. He sighed, removed his cloak and covered the trembling body with it...*

Zed: Zeik... *He wept quietly, his breaths still short and needy even though his mind was ashamed at the lust evident upon his body. His body was literally not for him to control. Moaning softly even at the lightest touch of Zeik's gentle hand, he lost to the need and began to fondle himself with both hands. It wasn't nearly enough of a stimulation, but he was mindless again. He whimpered the name of the handsome demon knight, clenching his eyes shut and shying away so that he will be less seen. The sensation of constantly approaching orgasm was unbearable. It was so strong that it hurt him.*

Zeik: *He shook his head as he watched the younger demon start to please himself... /Alhazad... You moron..../ He carefully picked Zed up and moved him to the sofa of his office, trying to figure out what to do next. He'd have to call Alhazad back here and give the order to undo this horrible thing... He took a deep breath as he accidentally touched Zed's erect member, making the young demon moan loudly*

Zed: *He body broke into a small spasm, more white dew spilling from his already wet tip at the slightest contact of another's hand. Making small sounds in his throat like those of a hungry pup, he reached for that blissful hand and forced it against his member, begging with him pumping motion to be stroked.* Please... Please... *The murmurs were meant for anyone; anyone who'd touch him and fulfill him. He needed something within him as well. Trembling against the cushions and Zeik's mantle which covered him partially, Zed spread his legs as wide as he could and nudged against the other demon. His delicate, feline face reflected no sense of "self". It was a pitiful, beautiful expression of one who had been reduced to perform one duty and do it well.*

Zeik: *He shook his head, not wanting to do this... No, he couldn't lie to himself. Yes, he wanted to do this... he wanted the young demon so badly... But he didn't want to do this now, not after what Alhazad had done... /The hell with it/ He started to stroke Zed, gently first, fastening the movement as the young demon pressed against his hand uncontrollably*

Zed: Ah!! Mmm... Z-Zeik... Zeik... *He moaned softly, grinding in circular motion against the large palm. It granted him great bliss, exactly in the fashion he needed it. He was calling one name over and over, although his mind was so sunk into the multiorgasmic wave that he couldn't distinguish who was touching him anymore. He wanted to believe that it was Zeikfried. There is a speck of reason left in him, just enough to gasp the laments out.* F-forgive me... Zeik... I... I... *The moment of weak apology passed with another wave of shudders along his slender thighs. He came against the other's palm, feeling his insides contract madly against the hollowness. Slackening more into the sofa, the lithe demon reached down with his trembling hand and slipped a finger inside himself. It wasn't nearly enough.* Please... *He pleaded blindly, begging without a trace of the usual, childish pride.*

Zeik: Zed... *He wanted to be able to control himself, but the pleading was making him insane. Giving up to the desire, he stepped back and quickly started to remove parts of his armor. Watching the young demon touch himself was making him even more mad...* Damn it... *he muttered under his breath*

Zed: *Feeling the presence of whomever it was pleasuring him further, he began to sob again. It he was left here to tend to himself, he'd go mad. Sinking in two more fingers into his awkwardly bent self, he began to pump them as he would have liked. They didn't strike deep enough... and he couldn't arch back, for his fingers would slide out. Utterly lost in the endless throbs, he turned over face down on the cushions and tucked his knees beneath his chest to compact himself as much as possible. Even then, the fingers just weren't enough. Through miserable tears, he beckoned the shadow who had withdrawn from him. It didn't matter who... he'd kill himself over this shame afterwards. Right now, he just wanted to be entered deep.* Please... e-enter me... f-fu-... *He couldn't bring himself to ask in /that/ fashion, lost as he was. He trailed off and continued to pleasure himself upon his fingers. The movement of his digits was becoming so rough that his nails began to damage him inner tract. A small amount of blood seeped from his entrance, making that evident.*

Zeik: *He took a deep breath, but it was too late to try to control himself. He hastily removed the remaining parts of his armor and dropped them to the floor. He saw that Zed was hurting himself, so he grapped the young demon's hand and pulled it away* Zed, no... You're hurt... Damn... *He sat down on the sofa and lifted Zed to his lap* Zed... *He cursed Alhazad in his mind again and pulled the lithe body closer, making his entrance* Damn.... you... Alhazad.... *he cursed as he felt Zed moving against him*

Zed: *Not feeling any pain, too absorbed in the mad contraction of his tract against the blissful length, he mewed and moved eagerly against it. He thrust his own body with the momentum from his knees, straddling Zeik's lap and draping his arms around the strong shoulders. Although his eyes were open, they didn't fix upon Zeik's face. The pale face was flushed pink with constant excitement, slender neck arching back gracefully with each pump.* ...Ahn... hn... Z-Zeik... ahhh... *Small cries gradually turned to ragged murmurs like those in the bed play. Tears returned anew from Zed's eyes, probably those of shame.*

Zeik: *Not even trying to control himself anymore, he pulled Zed against himself, breathing hard* Zed... *He continued, his actions turning almost violent as he himself needed this*

Zed: *As he was filled and contented over and over, he lost track of time and self. There were moments of blur, his orgasms, then piling exhaustion after each wave. He gradually sagged into Zeik's hold, letting the other rock him, himself responding in mechanical fashion as his altered body was supposed to. However, there came a point when his mind couldn't take it anymore. With a small cry of misery at himself, he broke into the final release, drenching both their lower bodies. Then... thankfully, all faded into black except for the nonstop movement of his orifice.*

Zeik: *He felt Zed fainting, but couldn't make himself stop at this point. Thankfully, he was himself close to release and came soon after the young demon. He sighed in relief and sat still for some time, trying to relax. Some time passed and he almost fell asleep, but then he lifted Zed up, placed him gently on the sofa and started to get dressed again. He covered the naked form with his cloak and lifted him on his arms, left the room and made his way through the Photosphere to Alhazad's lab*

Zed: *He was deep in his swoon. Darkness was welcome, even though the warmth in his both soon surged into heat again. He squirmed within Zeik's hold, breathing weakly a plea to be ravished once again. It was not heeded, probably for his own benefit. He continued to weep in his half-sleep and even attempted to touch himself, but a hand closed over his neck and cut off his air of supply long enough to sink him into unconsciousness again. From then on, he did not remember. The last thing he sensed was the smell of disinfectant. He knew that he was in Alhazad's lab.*

Zeik: *In cold voice, he ordered Alhazad to get to work again, to make Zed back to normal. The while-robed demon didn't make any objections, as he had enough respect for Zeikfried's authority. Besided, Alhazad didn't probably want to know what the "or else" part meant in the Demon Commander's order. The dark-haired leader of the Quarter Knights sat on a chair by the lab wall, as he had decided to stay there to make sure that Alhazad did as ordered... And to make sure Zed didn't have to suffer anymore.*

Zed: *The operation was in no way less painful than the original once. The knife sliced into him again, to retract the new organs embedded. He screamed, jolting out of his fainting, only to be pressed down by a mass of appendages and forced to inhale sleep-inducing drug. He struggled against the bed, teary eyes searching frantically over the room and finding Zeik. Just as the well-formed dark figure filled his moistened vision, he relaxed and it was his undoing. He fell into a deep comatose state, no longer bothered by the incisions in his lower body. Smell of disinfectant and demon blood faded, leaving him to death-like sleep. And the operation ended.*

Zeik: *He frowned as Zed screamed, but stayed still. He had to let Alhazad do what he had to do make the young demon normal again. He sat there thinking the whole time as Alhazad worked. Finally he got up.* He'd better alright now... And I'm transferring him to my personal troops. If I ever catch you near him again... *He almost smiled as Alhazad simply answered "Yes, Lord Ziekfried". He waited till the operation was finished, then picked up the helpless demon warrior, carried him to his personal quarters and placed him in the bed gently.* Rest now, Zed... *He sat on a chair beside the bed and just stayed there, watching as the young demon slept...*