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[b][u][center]Falling Angel, Rising Friend

Part 4

for AkimitsuSevecan

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Lykus was used to going out and stealing magic. Well, 'stealing' as defined by the law; he tended to think of it as an aggressive type of copying, learning through experiencing the magic and -

Well, okay, yes, there was a certain amount of theft involved, mostly through stealing the intellectual property of the other person without actually taking away their ability to cast it, but that was how he got his best stuff. His deck-boxes were filled with cards that had been filled with other people's magic that way. It was just a little shortcut, though, and it didn't really harm anyone.

Most of the time.

The black and white wolf leaned against the staircase leading up to his and Azorious's apartment, feeling the shiver-trembles of exhaustion running down his legs. This time had been one of the exceptions; the rather belligerent tiger that he'd tracked the latest page to had been...rather well-blessed with a big dick, bigger than he was used to taking, particularly under his tail. He'd been planning on offering a bit of sexual relief to the tiger in the event that he was caught taking the page, and he'd done just that, and -

Squelch.

"Mmmph..."

Lykus hugged himself around the middle, still feeling the sheer amount of cum that'd been pumped up his ass during that little encounter. He'd not known that someone could do that while still having normal-sized balls. That dick, though? That dick had been enough to put horses to shame, and he didn't want to think about something that big up his ass again for a while. Hot in the moment, but [i]way[/i] too much now that he had some post-nut clarity involved. He was going to need to use a few cards to tighten things up so that he wasn't soaking his pants with the creampie waterfall that still hadn't ended back there.

Shaking his head, he ascended the stairs, wondering how he was going to tell Sijashi that this had happened. Not that the angel was entirely innocent of things, but...well, he'd been trying to respect the other man's sensibilities. Going naked in the apartment was one thing, but coming back with cum running out his ass and -

Sniff.

Sniff.

As he reached the top of the stairwell, he realized that there was a cummy scent in the air, thick and musky with a heavy amount of sulfur added onto it. He blinked, shaking his head in disbelief as he kept walking toward the apartment door.

[i]No. No way in hell...[/i]

As Lykus reached the apartment door, the scent swelled, the hell-musk stronger than ever. He rested a hand on the doorknob, pushed it open...

And found Azorious in the middle of idly fingering a cougar in the middle of the living room, the demon feeding off the forced orgasms that the brain-drained feline was putting off. He could [i]feel[/i] the demonic magic being pushed down Azorious's fingers into the other male's asshole, could see the way that the cougar's cock twitched and spat cum all over the cat's chest, and could smell the reek of sweat and sex that had been building up over the past hour.

And worst of all, Sijashi was just sitting there, reading a book while Azorious continued to idly milk the feline. Right there. Right in front of [i]everything.[/i]

"...Excuse me?!" Lykus finally managed to get out.

"Oh, hey, you're finally back." Azorious chuckled, sliding his finger out of the cat's asshole. "Saved you some cum, if you want it."

"But you - he -"

"Oh, he figured that out days ago," Azorious said.

"He - what?!"

"Yep."

"And neither of you...and I..."

"I do apologize, but you were busy, and I did not want to add to your burdens and worries," Sijashi said, the white lion looking over the brim of his book. "I believed that, if you did not tell me that Azorious was a demon when we first met, that there was a reason."

"..."

"Heh, you okay, Lykus?" the demon asked.

"I'm going to take a shower."

#

Fifteen minutes and a cold shower later, Lykus returned to the living room. The cougar was gone, hopefully dressed rather than wandering through Docetri naked, and the other two were leaning back on the couch. He sat down on the remaining armchair, groaning and rubbing his forehead.

"Ugh. I wish you'd let me know. The amount of dick I would have been bringing back..."

"Heh, next time, we'll know what to do."

Azorious said that, but Lykus still wasn't sure how the other half of the reveal was going to go. He'd hidden the demon side from Sijashi just in case there was anything angelic in him that would have a bad reaction to Azorious, but he hadn't told Azorious about the angelic side just in case there would be the same there. He trusted Azorious a great deal, but the fact was, he didn't know how that would go. It was the whole reason that he'd been hunting down the angel pages on his own; it was better to keep the secret that way.

But if he'd known that they were already so casual with each other...oh, the things that would have been so much better, and so much easier...

But that brought him back to the moment. He reached down to his pockets, pulling out a glowing piece of parchment.

No sooner had it been pulled free than Sijashi perked up. The lion looked over his book, slowly closing it as he narrowed his eyes at the piece of parchment.

"What...is that?" Sijashi muttered.

"You feel something from it?"

"Yes. Something...familiar, though I do not know why."

"That...doesn't feel good," Azorious muttered, leaning away from the piece of paper. "I don't know what it is, but I don't like it."

That was to be expected, honestly. Lykus had been pretty sure that it'd get a reaction from both of them, though he was a little surprised that the demon wolf didn't know what it was. Maybe there wasn't enough of it on one page to get a strong reading. Or maybe Azorious hadn't been around heavenly stuff for a while. Either way, it meant that the black and white wolf had a little more time to figure out how he was going to do this.

"I've been going all over Docetri finding these things. Drac and I had this idea that it'd help Sijashi get his memory back."

"Why -"

"They belong to me," Sijashi interrupted, shaking his head. "I do not know why I know this...but it is the truth."

"That's what me and Drac were thinking," Lykus said. "Get enough of it all together, bind it all into a big collection, and see if the critical mass breaks through whatever's blocking your memory."

"How long -"

"This was the last one," Lykus said, folding it up and putting it away. "And we're about to head over to Drac's now to get it all put together. You ready?"

Sijashi nodded.

"...Think that the wizard lizard's got anything to block some of the prickly feeling that's giving me?" Azorious asked.

#

They didn't meet Drac at the academy. It would have been too public, too open to other people finding them and guessing what was going on. Instead, they met him at one of the other safehouses that the dragon kept throughout the city. This one was near the shield wall, on the east side, a building tucked in the shadow of the great stone structure. It was dark inside, clearly without running electricity, and consisted of two rooms: a sealed inner one, and a vaguely carpeted outer one.

"Not much going on here," Lykus said as they walked in.

"That's because I don't need this one too often. The middle's a containment zone, warded all over the place, and the outside is kept as invisible as possible."

"That feels like quite the combination of different magics," Sijashi said as he walked in. "A combination of Enchantment, and Perception, and -"

"He's been reading a fair bit, I see," Draconicon muttered, the black dragon drawing more sigils around the doorframe to the inner chamber.

"Mmm-hmmm."

"And?"

"Fastest learner I've ever seen," Lykus muttered.

"Fascinating. Page?"

Lykus put the folded-up piece of parchment in the dragon's outstretched hand. Waving for Sijashi and Azorious to wait in the outer room, the wolf followed his friend into the inner chamber.

The walls were made entirely of stone, and carvings that had most definitely been done by others littered the walls. They were covered with different symbols, some of them well beyond his own knowledge of magic. All of them, however, seemed to follow similar containment lines, all pushing to keep magic bound up inside the chamber and not let it slide out. He realized that nobody would be able to feel the sort of magic being used here, and it would be the perfect kind of place to do untraceable bits of magical experiments.

Making a note to ask if he could borrow this room for some future bits of fun, he turned his attention to the half-bound collection of holy pages on a podium in the middle of the otherwise empty room. Now that he was close, he could feel the sheer heavenly nature of the pages, and it sent a tingle down his spine. Not quite a prickle, but almost like a feeling of looking at the sun for a little bit too long. It didn't burn, nor did it hurt him, but there was something about it that told him that being too close for too long would do something to him, and not necessarily a good thing.

Draconicon laid the last page into the book. As the dragon whispered something, the parchment knitted itself to the rest of the collection, and the book binding wrapped around them, slowly pushing itself against the edges of the pages and forming a cover. It closed tight, and most of the magic eased away.

"Did you seal that away?"

"No, just...made sure that it was contained within the covers. Sijashi is going to have to figure out how he wants to contain that, because it's...."

"Strong?"

"[i]Very[/i] strong. I don't think that many books like that exist on our plane."

"...Oh."

"Didn't you realize?"

"I wasn't exactly getting him to cast spells, was I?" Lykus said, rubbing the back of his neck. "When you say 'strong,' just...how strong are you thinking?"

"Let's put it this way. If someone outside of Docetri is a 0 in terms of magic, and the strongest you can be as a demi-god before getting yoinked back to another plane is a 10?"

"Wait, before you say where Sijashi is, where do you, me, and Azorious land?"

"...I'd say you're between a 4 and a 5."

"...That low? Seriously?" Lykus asked, cocking his head to the side.

"There's room for growth, and you're pretty good, but there's some crazy-strong powerhouses out there in the city," Draconicon said, shaking his head. "I'm not saying that there's very many people up at the nines and tens of the scale, but they do exist, and both of us have a long way to go before getting there."

He supposed that was true, but he still felt like his friend was lowballing his own power. He imagined that he was a six, at least, and that there was even the possibility of being a little higher than that. At the same time, he knew that arguing about it would make him sound like a whiny teen, and that was something he'd like to avoid with Drac. At least, when he wasn't being playful about it.

"Okay, okay, so I'm a five. What about Azorious?"

"On a good day, he's about a 7.5. Pretty high up there, but pushing it for a demon of that strength."

"...And you?"

"Solid 7."

"...Wow. You just admitted that Azorious is stronger than you. Wow. I gotta tell - mmmph!"

Lykus grunted as the dragon poked his nose with a finger, sealing his mouth shut with a rubber gag. He didn't even know where Drac had gotten the damn thing.

"You tell that cocky demon anything, and I will make sure that you don't get the chance to put that tongue to work for the next month. Understand?" Draconicon said.

Lykus slowly nodded.

"Good. I don't mind him being stronger, but we both know that Azorious loves the chance to play with that sort of hierarchy. It isn't cruel, it isn't meant to be anything but playful, but he will run the joke into the ground. I don't mind him being stronger, and I wouldn't mind him knowing about it, [i]so long as[/i] he leaves it alone other than a fact to enjoy. Let him be as smug as he likes on his own, but leave me out of it. Got it?"

Lykus nodded again.

"Good."

With a snap of a finger, the gag disappeared, and Lykus coughed, licking his lips until the dryness disappeared. Draconicon was already leaving the room, and Lykus realized that they hadn't actually discussed the last number. He hurried to catch up, pulling on the dragon's arm.

"And Sijashi?"

"Hmm?"

"What's his number?"

"Without the book, maybe a two, magically."

"And with?"

Draconicon hesitated, looking over his shoulder. He sighed.

"With it? I'd guess eight. Maybe even a nine."

"...That...that much?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"...Oh, boy."

"Uh-huh."

#

Sijashi was more curious than he realized he could be. Oh, the lion was well-aware of the fact that he liked to learn, and he had been very happy to go to the different libraries that Azorious had gotten him into. The books - heavens, the smell of them alone - had been a comfort, but the information contained within had been a blessing beyond anything that he could describe. He devoured the contents of the tomes, almost feeling like he had visited a buffet every time that they left and always eager to come back for more. He'd been well-aware of the eagerness to learn, the questions that each session left behind, and the need to have that curiosity sated.

But this...

This was something different. He'd almost gotten used to the amnesia, knowing that he couldn't have access to whatever he had been before landing in the city, but now that there was a possibility of getting it back, he...itched. His fingers twitched at his sides, curling and uncurling into balled fists, and his feet kept sliding a bit toward the rune-marked door, wanting to go inside and see the pages.

What were they? Why had he come to this world carrying a book? What had he been before making his way here? He didn't know, and it was driving him crazy when he'd thought that he had made his peace with it.

"Hey, hey. Just give it a minute," Azorious said.

"I am trying, but it is [i]right[/i] there."

"Heh, you're worse than Lykus at a gloryhole."

"...That is an entirely apt but unfair comparison."

"Book-humper."

"Hardly. It would ruin the ink."

"Heheh."

And yet, he couldn't help but smile at the demon's crassness. He had expected to find Azorious somewhat tedious with his constant sexual references and teases, but there was something charming about it despite the omnipresent prickling, uncomfortable feeling that came from being around the demon in the first place. He had hoped that it would disappear over time, but no matter how many hours he spent in the wolf's company, he always felt like there was something in the back of his mind just waiting to go into fight or flight.

He bludgeoned it into submission every time that it surged forward, but he hoped that, one day, he'd get it to stop flaring up. It wasn't a comfortable feeling to have around someone that treated him so kindly.

"Do you do this often?" Sijashi asked.

"Which bit?"

"Look after people like me."

"No, this would be a first," the demon admitted, shaking his head. "That said, if it goes this well every time, maybe me and Lykus should open a home for FIs."

"What are- oh, yes. Fictional Individuals."

"Mmm. Fuck, the idea of a Beerus passing through...that'd be fun."

Sijashi chose not to respond to that. It was something that he had read about at one point, but it had been a passing reference at best. All he knew was that there was a way that some magic users summoned creatures from fiction to this world, and they weren't supposed to stay for long. Those that overstayed their welcome were treated as illegal immigrants and had a dedicated section of the Rainbow Guard set to hunting them down to send them back.

Not his monkeys, not his circus, as another tome had said.

He looked back at the door as the dragon and Lykus emerged. The taller dragon mage nodded at him, gesturing into the stone chamber. With a final look at the two wolves, Sijashi gave them both a quick embrace and stepped inside.

Once the door shut behind him, he could feel the magic emanating from the podium at the center of the room. It was...powerful, he knew that much. No, more than powerful, it was part of him, something that had been dragged out and built on for years...decades...

Maybe even centuries...

[i]How old am I?[/i] Sijashi wondered as he walked toward the book. [i]Am I so old that I've forgotten that much? Am I so ancient that...that I could be like Azorious?[/i]

A shiver ran down his spine as he realized just how much the book could change his perspective of everything. There were a hundred ways that this could be good, and just as many that it could be bad.

Yet, every step pulled him forward, dragging him closer to the waiting pages. It was like a compulsion, one that called out to the very core of everything he was. It was beyond potent; it was necessary.

Sijashi shivered, fear and want mixing together to form a potent cocktail that had him sweating from head to toe. The loose clothing around him was changing, warping, but he couldn't look down to see how it was changing. All he knew was that there was something new about it, going from a simple cotton to something lush and luxurious, almost silk-like from the waist down. A feeling of pressure started to build at the top of his back, something inside of him that begged to come out, and he could feel something like sunlight glowing down on his head, warm and comforting and altogether unnaturally warm and close.

He couldn't stop. He reached out his hand as he came within arm's reach, clawed fingers trembling as he reached for the book. It was right there, now, right in front of him, and it shimmered with a rainbow of light.

Finally, he made contact.

Sijashi closed his eyes as his breath was stolen away, his chest squeezed as if by an invisible hand. For a moment, his heart stopped, and his mind went blank.

[i]Ting...[/i]

Like a high, heavenly tone, a bell rung. He saw the clouds of a different land, felt the softness of them underfoot as he walked down the endless aisles of a great library.

The Archives.

[i]Ting...[/i]

Another ringing, blissful tone, and he saw robed figures, white-furred, all of them, with wings that spread out behind their backs and haloes over their heads.

Angels.

[i]Ting...[/i]

He saw a white lion, winged, wearing glasses and a small smile as he penned something with a feather drawn from his own back and formed into a quill. The book spread out, filled with delicate, perfect penmanship as he wrote the chronicle of someone else's life.

He saw himself.

[i]Ting...[/i]

And so much more...

#

Lykus rocked back and forth, rolling from heel to toe and toe to heel as he waited for the door to open again. He rubbed the back of his neck as the silence between him and Azorious continued on, dragging out longer and longer as they waited for Sijashi to come out.

Drac had already left, or at least, gone outside. The dragon had said something about keeping an eye out for anyone snooping around, and had left them to their own devices. Something told him that the dragon didn't want to be around for the whole discussion about keeping things hidden, and he couldn't entirely blame his friend for that. After all, while it had been a mutual decision, Lykus had been the one to make the final choice in the matter.

They'd been waiting for five minutes before Azorious finally spoke.

"So, how long were you going to keep me a dirty little secret?"

Even with the faint hint of humor, he could hear the hurt in his best friend's voice. Lykus winced, ceasing his rocking motions.

"I'm sorry."

"Not asking for an apology. Asking for a reason."

"Well...honestly, two big ones, but one of them isn't going to make much sense until this is over and done."

"...So what's the other one?"

"[i]That[/i] won't make much sense, either," Lykus admitted, rubbing the back of his neck again. "But...you're right. I'm sorry. It wasn't because I was ashamed -"

"Better not have been, heh. Look at me. Am I the kind of friend that anyone could be ashamed of?"

"Never," Lykus said, and he meant it. "You've been my best friend for years. You've...you've made me better, made me stronger, happier, safer. Heh. Kinkier."

"Pretty sure you were pretty fucking kinky before I ever got my paws on you."

"You know what I mean."

Lykus turned to face the bigger wolf. He wanted to give a good explanation of everything, but nothing felt quite right. Not until Sijashi was done, anyway.

So, instead, he wrapped his arms around the big lug. He squeezed Azorious as tight as he could, his chin barely pressing against the demon's pecs. The smell of sulfur, fur, sweat, and so much more pressed back against him, and he breathed it in as he nuzzled between the bigger wolf's chest muscles. Firm, hard, but with such a familiar heat and comfort that he took solace in.

"I'm sorry. You were never a 'dirty little secret.' The only reason I didn't say anything was because there's...there's a thing here. I trust you, and I trust Sijashi, but I don't know how this would work out if the two things...met."

"...Sounds like Sijashi's got the bigger secret here."

"Yeah, well -"

[i]TING![/i]

It was like someone had taken the highest-pitched bell in the world and given it the volume of the biggest church bell. The stone wall of the inner chamber cracked, shatter-marks running up and down the walls, and the tone knocked both the wolves backwards, the pair of them covering their ears from the sheer power of that sound. They gritted their teeth against it, only to have the sound bounce back as it hit something outside the building. Probably Drac throwing down some extra magic to keep it contained.

"Fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck, my ears," Azorious muttered.

"Mmmmph..."

Both canines rubbed the sides of their heads, doing their best to deal with the pulsing, ringing pain that had been left behind. Lykus whimpered, feeling like his head was reeling, his skull pounding, and he could only imagine what it was like for Azorious, what with the demonically-enhanced senses.

As Lykus kept rubbing his head, trying to clear out the ringing, the door opened again. A faint golden light came with it, and then -

[i]Well...that's what an angel looks like, I guess.[/i]

It was still Sijashi, but not the same as he had been. The lion's white fur was still pure white, still snow-colored, but there was a faint hint of golden light under it, almost like the glow on the edges of a Christmas tree with all the gentler lights. Rather than the rough sweats and leather vest that he'd been wearing with them, he wore a pair of purple silk pants, ending right at the ankles, and soft silver bands adorned his legs and wrists. He wore a shimmering vest that looked soft and cloud-like over his chest, and behind him...

Well, the wings were certainly a bit much, but they looked good on him. They were like a raised cloak, billowing around him as he got his magic under control again, and the light coming off him soothed the ringing in the wolf's head.

"Turn off the sun," Azorious muttered, covering his eyes.

"Oh. Yes. Our opposing natures - yes."

And just like that, the golden light was gone. Lykus wished it had stuck around; it was a nice look, and he rather liked the aesthetic of it.

But the cat was certainly out of the bag now, or at least, out of the experimental chamber. Once the light faded and Azorious seemed able to look up without discomfort, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out again.

"Okay...[i]that[/i] explains the secret shit."

"Yes. I suppose it does," Sijashi said.

"You're an angel. A fucking angel."

"I am."

Lykus braced himself. The tension in the air was back again, and he had no idea what to do with it. He'd started caring about both of them, a lot. Azorious was a long-time friend, and he'd always back the demon up and stand up for him, but he knew that Sijashi was a good guy. The lion had been nothing but nice to the pair of them, and even if he was a little less sensual, he had been more than willing to go with it, from what he'd seen.

The demon wolf and the angel lion maintained a stand-off, the pair of them looking each other dead in the eyes. Lykus waited for Azorious to reach for a blade, or for Sijashi to open his book...

And then Azorious chuckled.

"Damn, and you just sat there and [i]watched[/i] me fuck the living shit out of that one raccoon, huh? I didn't know angels could be that kinky."

"There was a certain amount of research being done there."

"Heh. Nothing being stored away for a jerk-off session later?"

"Not up here, at least," Sijashi said with the tiniest of smiles, tapping his head. "In the book, however..."

"HA!"

And just like that, the tension was gone. Lykus slumped down in relief, leaning against the demon wolf, and Sijashi smiled in his quiet fashion.

"I have to admit, I do not know how long I will be able to stay here. Now that my memory is back, I can...It is not a direct memory, unfortunately, but I can feel that something was done out of place. Procedure skipped, points of order ignored. My banishment was not a fair one, nor one that should have happened in the first place."

"So...you can go back?" Lykus asked.

"I will have to, eventually. This miscarriage of justice should not be allowed to stand."

"Oh."

"But not immediately," Sijashi said. "I must study, confirm my suspicions, check my records inside the Book of Memories."

"That's what that thing is?" Azorious asked, gesturing to the book at the lion's side.

"Yes. Every angel has a Book, though mine is...perhaps a little more convoluted than most," the lion admitted, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. "But what do you expect from an archivist?"

"Less in the way of blowing up my laboratories!"

Lykus bit back a sputter of laughter as the black dragon rejoined them, fighting the urge to giggle at the stone dust that coated the dragon's scales. Azorious, on the other hand, just fell over laughing.

It took a few minutes for them all to calm down. As Sijashi promised to help fix the broken stone chamber and Draconicon kept muttering about how they were going to keep this all under control, Lykus turned his attention to his best friend. Azorious looked down at him, and they just...shared a sense of comfort.

They were going to be okay.

They were going to make it work.

Everything was going to be fine.

As he hugged the demon and the demon hugged him back, it was just like things had always been. They were the dream team, bound together, and they were never going to lose that sense of one-ness. Even now that they both had their own separate identities, they were supposed to be together. That was never going to change; Lykus would never allow it.

And then, just as he was starting to think forward, letting the semi-merging drift toward a full blending between the two of them again, something else pulled him back. He opened his eyes as he felt something new in the embrace and saw Sijashi, the lion wrapping his arms around the pair of them.

"Thank you," Sijashi said. "I do not know how I can repay you for all the kindness that you've shown me, but you are truly two magnificent people. I cannot tell you how rare that is these days. It's my special gift, to see that goodness in everyone, but there are those that surpass good and become magnificent. And you two...you do that with ease. Thank you. Thank you for being so wonderful."

And despite how strange it was to welcome a third into their embrace, they did. Not for long, and not to the depth that they offered each other, but they did.

And it was good.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Lykus gets the last page, and Sijashi gets his memory back.

Tags: M/M, Fingering, Teasing, Orgasm, Memory Return, Cum, Casual Sex, Demon, Angel, Wolf, Lion, Dragon, Docetri, Series, Magic,