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Chapter List
- 1-The Masque
- 1
Disclaimer: I do not own this
anime. If I did, YGO would be rated M+ for many many reasons ;D
Warning:
This is slash. Not only is this slash, but it's sexually explicit slash. So if
the idea of Chaos shagging Mahaado senseless doesn't do it for you, then I
suggest you run along to something safe, like The Care Bears or
something.
Summary: In a masque held by King Yami (based on the old
game "Duel of the Roses"...best game to kill your boredom...ever.)

Notes: This little romp has
absolutely no relation to the REAL Yugioh show. This is just another of my wild
imagination torturing the sexiest Duel Monster bishes. *evil laugh* BTW, Chaos is Magician of Dark Chaos. kekeke.

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The Masque

He almost felt like a different person when he donned his guise.

Chaos, the master magician/warrior of England, stared at himself in the mirror, frowning slightly.
The mask was black, and black diamonds were embedded around his eyes and about
his temples, from which stuck out wild black and gray feathers. It seemed overly
too fancy to him , especially when he preferred simple things, but Chaos had taken a liking to it. His usually crazy raven hair was slicked back,
and held in a ponytail.

He wore a wildly embroidered black silk cloak that softly shone in the light of
his private chamber. The designs were abstract and had exotic inscriptions running through it,
which was pleasing to the eye. Beneath the cloak he wore a
ruffed wool tunic, with a simple brass clasp pinning the
ruffs. He wore tight pants made of leather, with knee-high laced leather boots that shone like
the rest of his garb. Not only did he feel like a different person, he looked like
a different person.

Nobody was to know who anyone else was at this ball. Not even King Yami would be
known to his intimates. He had not seen the king's guise, nor had he seen his. It would be a
mystery, and Chaos could be anybody he liked. It intrigued him, this thought
of being a free man, no more or less noble than anyone else. Even in his many
guises, Chaos was still saddled with responsibility and duty. For tonight, he
was free of that, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

Chaos put a touch of cologne on and swept off to the masque he was holding,
at his friends' insistence. After Yami had declared the ball, he and his close
companions gently pressured him to go...even though he preferred training and
meditating.

He arrived in the ball, relieved that he did not have to suffer through a
fanfare in his guise. He looked around, and was instantly enchanted.

The room was alight with crystal chandeliers, and gothic, if colorful
decorations. Different colored pieces of glass hung from the ceiling, casting a
rainbow cascade of light down on the ball. People dressed in guises more
extravagant than even his swept around him, dancing wildly to the haunting,
ethereal music that was being played by a band wearing disguises as well.

Chaos amused himself as he walked within the crowd with his usual predatory
grace, by wondering who was who. Here was a lady in a bird-like red costume,
with short, boyish brown hair, and Chaos wondered if it was the Lady Anzu.
He knew who he invited, and yet he could not recognize anyone with their masks
and costumes.

He watched with mild interest as another man in a flowing cape
and disguised as a hawk, feathers
trailing around his tunic and in his hair hidden by a large hood began to dance with another
younger man dressed as a dove. The beauty of the two men dancing with each other burned
into Chaos's usually uninterested mind, and he found himself enraptured by how their slender arms
wrapped around each other, their hands caressing soft skin, their curved bodies
pressing against each other.

And then his view was blocked by a man wearing a gaudy purple
costume, dancing with a woman in orange. Chaos sighed and turned away, only to
be confronted with a woman in pink, with long golden tresses. Chaos wondered if
perhaps this woman was someone he knew, but he had no way of knowing. She pressed against
him eagerly, and Chaos obligingly swept her off into a dance. She giggled in
appreciation of his grace, her hands sliding over his clothed body. If she
spoke, Chaos could not hear her over the music and the babble of those around
him.

She was soon taken away by a man wearing a simple azure costume, and
Chaos
was left alone on the dance floor. He sighed and weaved his way through the
crowd to the banquet tables. People were laughing loudly, women brazenly sitting
on men's laps whilst they drank cherry wine and ate of the fruits and sweets on
the banquet. Off to the sides, he discovered that the side rooms were covered in
semi-sheer curtains of varying colors, and filled with plush pillows and
bedding. Many people had already moved off to the side to fulfill their
lusts.

Chaos wondered if Yami was aware of the debauch nature of a
masque, or how risqué things would become. And if he did know, Chaos wondered
what secret desires burned in his master's heart to press him to hold
one...

He grabbed a goblet full of wine, tasting something heady, no doubt made from
the finest grapes. It had been some time since he last drank something so rich,
and he reeled for a moment before recovering himself, his body quickly adjusting
to the alcohol. Another woman was soon pressed against his backside, rubbing his
stomach and threatening to go lower. Time had been lost, and Chaos pressed
back against her, enjoying her touch. How long had it been since anyone last
touched him with such desire or fervor? He had no lover, despite his good looks,
especially when he had no interest in love; he was passionate about training,
being stronger and more powerful...but it wasn't the same.

But then he had an epiphany.

Or rather his epiphany walked by, waiting to be had. Just as the girl behind
Chaos slid her hands over his warming groin (to his disgust), a vision of beauty
walked by him. Chaos gently pushed the girl away from him, following the beauty with his eyes
eagerly.

He was unsure whether the creature was male or female, though
judging by the set of shoulders, and the lack of breasts, Chaos thought the
mysterious beauty to be male. He wore a green costume, with an ornate mask
resembling a dragon's covering his face. His costume was made of silk, and
blended the color of cream and green well, accented by lovely gold jewelry. The
lower half of his face that remained bare was fine and well-sculpted, his lips
full and sensuous. The creature had long, lavender hair that shone underneath the wild lighting, and his
neck was long and pale, revealing an Adam's apple. Upon closer inspection, the
beauty was definitely male.

Chaos was unsure why he found this creature so enticing. He
had fancied males before, but not with lust or love. They were never a source of
his desire, at least not until that moment.

Perhaps it was the mystery of the masque, or the wine burning through his
body, but regardless of why, Chaos pursued the creature in green. Women were
practically throwing themselves at him, and indeed, even a few men surrounded
him. As he entered the full swing of the crowd, it seemed he would be accosted
for his beauty, as those who desired him clamored for his attentions. The beauty
in green backed away, trying to push the more aggressive ones away from him, his
piercing blue eyes darting around in fear, obviously overwhelmed and unsure of what
to do.

Chaos slid his way through the crowd, quietly and stealthily.
At the right moment, He grabbed the beautiful man in green and disappeared
quickly into the veiled, side area. He found an unoccupied room and brought the
mystery beauty with him, avoiding the crowds eager to touch him. The room was
covered in the same, sheer curtains, and pillows covered the floor. Chaos kicked
aside the ones that looked used.

The other man caught his breath, putting a delicate hand on
his chest. "I thank you, sir, for your help. I did not know that a masque was
just an excuse for debauchery. I must speak to the king about this...," the man sighed, his voice melodious and full.

Chaos narrowed his eyes, nearly positive he knew that voice. And the hair.
And the eyes. And the graceful way of moving. It all fell into place once he was
closer to...Mahaado. He smiled slightly, once he recognized his close friend, and
impulsively decided to see how things would progress if Chaos did not know who
he was.

"You know the king, then?" Chaos asked, altering his voice to sound deeper
and more from his belly rather than his throat. He knew how to disguise himself
from anyone, and it was a simple matter to remove the normal inflections of tone
he spoke with and sound like someone different.

"I, er...well, yes," Mahaado answered slowly, looking flustered. It was a rare
sight to see Mahaado in such a predicament. Chaos applauded himself for being
able to break through Mahaado's normally imperturbable nature.

"I see. You must be a member of this court, then," Chaos continued, leaning back
against the wall casually, giving Mahaado a chance to recover.

"Something along those lines," Mahaado said, quickly regaining his usual mask
of ice. It was odd, how he could not hide himself with his dragon's mask, but
his normal mask was near infallible.

"Is he interesting, king Yami? I have never met him," Chaos said just as
casually. Mahaado was just beginning to notice where he exactly he was, judging
by the sounds of pleasure outside the door.

"Well, yes, I suppose. He certainly did not seem the type to enjoy something
so...sexual," Mahaado sighed.

"A good observation," Chaos said idly,
smiling just a bit.

"Perhaps," Mahaado frowned, pushing open the door, and looking
outside dubiously at the hungry crowd. Chaos looked outside from standing behind
Mahaado. It seemed the debauchery had only progressed farther. Just at the
entrance to the curtained area was a man having his way with a woman wearing
naught but her mask.

"I think I shall wait until they are quite done out there. I
cannot stand much of the doings of this party," Mahaado said with disdain, gingerly sitting down on a pillow,
after locking the door, as if to block the wild party.

"I can agree to that," Chaos said silkily,
returning to leaning against the wall, careful not to let Mahaado think he was
crowded or forced. Chaos knew Mahaado did not enjoy being cornered, and took
careful note of it.

"But...do you not have carnal desires then? " Chaos
asked, enjoying his game.

Mahaado shrugged. "I have my desires, but,
personally, have not loved anyone..." Mahaado shrugged.

Chaos raised his eyebrows in interest This can be a fun game,
Chaos thought.

"Ah...what a sad fate. Do you plan to love anyone soon?"

"Nay, not likely. I am
quite fussy about my lovers," Mahaado shrugged again, and removed his mask.

Mahaado sucked in his breath. How could he have forgotten how
beautiful Mahaado was? The mage's face was like a sculpture, flawless
and eternal. Without his mask, his masculinity was far more visible, for Mahaado, despite his beauty, was not feminine at all.

"I have no need of this any longer. I do not like this 'masque ball', and I
shall tell Yami that he should perhaps warn his friends a little better next
time. I am not some piece of meat," Mahaado said with a proud toss of his
head.

"You are truly a vision of perfection, my friend. Since you cast aside your
mask, might I have the pleasure of your name?" Chaos asked.

"Mahaado," the mage shrugged.

"You were one of the famous men from the Duel of the Roses
then."

"I am."

"I do not recall in the songs of your heroism, anything pertaining to your
beauty. How could they ignore it?"

"You flatter me, sir. Have you brought me here to seduce me, then?"
Mahaado
asked suspiciously, eyeing Chaos doubtfully.

"I admit my thoughts are not pure, Mahaado, but I shall not do anything to
you without permission."

"Well. Why, then, do you hide in here with me? Why do you not go sate your
desires out there?"

"To be honest, Mahaado, I like privacy for my liaisons. I did not know a
masque would be so debauch and wild. Parties, much less of this nature, are not
my sort of thing. In fact, the only thing I enjoy about it is the mystery of the
mask I wear," Chaos shrugged.

"You will not remove it then?" Mahaado asked, cocking his head up at
Chaos,
his hair spilling across him.

"Nay. I enjoy it."

"As you wish," Mahaado replied cooly. And Chaos found the
constant movement of the mage's proud head enticing.

"You did not enjoy your mask?"

"I am a mage gone through many battles. I have no need of a mask to be mysterious."

Chaos, getting Mahaado's jest, smiled and bent down suddenly, his masked face level with
Mahaado' bare face.
"Tell me, fair one, would you care to break lifetime worth of
abstinence?" he purred out with every ounce of seduction he had in him.

Mahaado blinked and tilted his head back, studying Chaos intently. "With
you?" he asked scornfully. "I don't even know you."

"Doesn't that make it even more delicious? Or am I not appealing to you?"
Chaos asked casually.

"What I see is certainly appealing, but I cannot see all
your face," Mahaado said reaching up to pull the black mask from Chaos' face,
but the dark mage was fast enough to catch the Mahaado's hand and pull it away.

"The pleasure would be lost for me, at least at this moment, if you de-masked
me, good man. Let me pleasure you. You will not regret it, I assure you,"
Chaos said softly, bringing the hand he had caught to his lips and kissing it
gently. "That you will taste my lips is enough for me."

"What do you mean?" Mahaado asked suspiciously as Chaos knelt
down in front of him.

Quickly, Chaos reached behind Mahaado, binding the mage's hands
behind him with the silk sash Chaos had been wearing around his waist. Mahaado
squirmed, his eyes widening and then narrowing.

"I do not recall giving you permission for any of this!"
LMahaado
hissed struggling.

Chaos brought his masked face close to Mahaado, brushing his lips against
the mage. They felt soft, and moist, and Chaos's body swelled, desiring to
taste so much more of his prize.

"You are a proud one. Strong and unyielding, brave and skillful. You wear
a mask frozen in ice, even when your face is bare. Even now, you wear this
frozen mask, preventing you from betraying any emotion. Take your mask off for
me, Mahaado, and I will show you splendors that will make you beg
God to never let it cease," Chaos whispered huskily into Mahaado's delicate ear.

"You speak as though you know me," Mahaado whispered.

"Yield to me. Let me pleasure you."

"Who are you? I feel as though I know you," Mahaado said huskily, drawing
back from Chaos's face, but Chaos held his arms tightly about the mage. To
his surprise, Mahaado was not struggling to get away now, just trying to size up
the stranger holding him captive.

"It does not matter. Settle for the knowledge that I have long desired to
taste you on my lips and pour myself deep within you."

"Think you I am some maiden you can ride like an animal and then boast of
your conquest?"

"Nay, I think you the fair vassal mage I wish to sup on tonight, and ease
my hunger pains."

"Are you a cannibal or a sexual predator? I have yet to fully understand
you," Mahaado said with a toss of his lavender hair.

"You wish me to spell my desires out in crude form? I desire to drink you
like a flask of wine and then sheathe you with my sword."

"Your metaphors tire me."

"Then fill my mouth with other things. Do you yield, fair
Mahaado?"

"Why must I yield?"

"Because I wish to conquer you," Chaos shrugged, pulling tighter on the
sash, binding Mahaado's wrists behind him tighter.

Mahaado winced, turned his face from Chaos, and for a moment, he looked sad. "I
might as well," he said, sounding lost for some odd reason. "The one I love
shall never desire me, so it matters not if I am conquered."

Chaos paused, finding the distant, sad emotion in Mahaado to be
disconcerting. "Who?" he asked softly.

"Secret for secret...I shan't tell you who I love until you
remove your mask. You wish to have your way with me? So be it," Mahaado
said.

Chaos was filled with an unexplainable jealousy. He leaned forward, and
nibbled on Mahaado's yielding jaw. "Can I make you forget her?" he whispered.

"I doubt it. But you can make me not think of him for a time, if you are as
good as you boast," Mahaado whispered back.

" 'Him'?" Chaos pressed, even more jealous to think that
Mahaado loved another man. He moved his hands up to the buttons on Mahaado's shirt, and
then
without ceremony, tore the shirt open, tearing the buttons away from the seams.

"Concern yourself not with the affairs of my heart," Mahaado
whispered as Chaos lowered his lips to the heated flesh of Mahaado's chest.

But it drove him mad, this thought that Mahaado loved a man. Where did this possessive feeling for
Mahaado come from? True, he
fancied the him as a companion, but...did he care that deeply for the mage?
Chaos
dove with vigor onto one of the small brown nipples on Mahaado's chest, eager to
drive the thoughts of this man from Mahaado's mind.

Mahaado's breath hitched as Chaos' tongue ran over the sensitive nub of
flesh, circling and licking it. The black-clad man nibbled on Mahaado's nipple,
and then sucked gently on it, pulling Mahaado's flesh into his mouth eagerly.
Mahaado breathed heavily, arching slightly against Chaos's mouth.

Chaos pulled and smiled. "Enjoy that, Mahaado?" he purred, pushing
Mahaado back against the pillows and tearing open the delicate silk of
Mahaado's pants.

"Your tongue is skillful, but I can withstand your attacks. You will have to try harder than that to impress me,"
Mahaado
smirked, his full lips curving in a pleasing manner.

Chaos bent down and caught the soft lips with his own, pulling
Mahaado into
a fervent kiss, their lips bruising each other as tongues darted out to play
between their mouths. Chaos reluctantly pulled back, and tied another black
sash around Mahaado's mouth, effectively gagging the him. Mahaado said
something, but it was muffled, so he settled for glaring hotly at Chaos smirking above
him. Chaos kissed the sash where it lay over Mahaado's mouth and then pulled
Mahaado's pants from him roughly.

"I shall make you mewl like a great cat before the night is through,"
Chaos smirked, leaning down to grip the Mahaado's heated manhood,
sliding his fingers over it gently. His
skin felt like heated velvet under Chaos' rough fingertips.

Mahaado turned his face, and pressed himself into the pillow he was lying on,
breathing and moaning softly. Chaos looked up, licking his lips at the sight of
Mahaado's
long lavender hair strewn about wildly. He truly was the most beautiful creature
Chaos had set eyes on.

Chaos bent down and placed his lips around the semi-erect shaft, engulfing
the organ fully with his mouth. Mahaado gasped underneath his gag and arched
slightly. Chaos put his hands on either side of Mahaado's slim hips, stilling
the mage's lower body as he began to suck, quickly adjusting to the feel of
another male's member in his mouth. Mahaado moaned low in his throat, thrashing
his head, as Chaos rolled his tongue along the underside of the mage's shaft.

Chaos drew back so his lips only suckled at Mahaado's tip, and he lapped at
the fluid that seeped from Mahaado's slit. Mahaado was
moaning loudly now, the sounds muffled by silk, his wrists twisting against his
bonds as he arched in pleasure. Heat flushed to Chaos' groin, and his own
arousal pressed against the leather of his pants, begging to be sated, but he
ignored it for the moment.

Determined to make Mahaado mewl, Chaos moved one hand away from massaging
Mahaado's hips to cupping the Mahaado's balls. Even that hair was soft, and the skin
felt almost smooth under Chaos's fingers. Mahaado
cried out into the gag as Chaos rolled the flesh in his hand, returning to
sucking eagerly on Mahaado's shaft. Chaos took the full length in his mouth
again, sucking as hard as he could. He could barely hear anything with the blood
pounding in his ears, but it sounded to him that Mahaado was surely mewling in
pleasure as he bucked into Chaos' mouth and filled the his mouth with seed.

Chaos swallowed the sweet liquid and sucked at the softening
flesh until he had every drop of the Mahaado's seed. He withdrew with a smile,
looking up at his love.

Mahaado lay still against the pillows, his body flushed and heated with
pleasure. A light sheen of sweat covered Mahaado' body, and his hair was damp
against his neck and in his face. Chaos reached up and undid the gag,
listening to Mahaado's rapid breathing fill the room.

Mahaado rolled his blue eyes over to study Chaos from where he lay on the
pillows, his mouth parted slightly. Chaos smiled and reached up to assure
himself his mask was still in place. It had held up remarkably.

"You have a very skillful tongue. I am impressed," Mahaado
breathed.

"Ah, good. I promised you that I would make you mewl," Chaos smiled.

"Will you untie my wrists then? Perhaps I could return the favor, as I see
you have not spent your need yet," Mahaado breathed.

"Nay. I rather like you bound, though I shall leave your gag
undone, for I think I should like to taste your lips again," Chaos purred, pulling
Mahaado
to a sitting position and meeting the Mahaado's lips again.

If possible, Mahaado tasted better during the second kiss. He was near
intoxicating. Chaos' head spun as their tongues slid against each other,
their lips moving in a secret dance. He held Mahaado to him, cradling the
slender, yet deceptively strong body against his. There was something to
Mahaado's kiss that spoke volumes to Chaos, though he could not say exactly
what.

"I want to be inside you, Mahaado," Chaos whispered.

Mahaado closed his eyes, his dark eyelashes smudging his fine cheekbones.
"You'll need lubricant of some sort," he said softly.

Chaos looked down, and he found a vial of something on the
floor, and picking it up and seeing it, he smiled.

Then Chaos pulled open his leather pants, letting his
erection spring free. He caught Mahaado peering over at him curiously, looking
mildly impressed. Chaos grinned wickedly, and pulled the mage up to sit on his
lap.

Mahaado stared down at Chaos's erection, licking his lips.
Chaos grabbed
Mahaado's naked hips and slid him along his leather-clad thighs so that
Mahaado's
opening sat right on top of the tip of his erection, though Chaos did not
pierce Mahaado...yet.

"Do you think you can handle it, Mahaado?" Chaos
whispered, coating the lubricant on his member.

Mahaado closed his eyes and then re-opened them. "Do you?" he asked
tauntingly.

Chaos smirked in response, and sheathed himself fully inside
Mahaado, sparing him no mercy. Mahaado cried out in pain from the sudden
intrusion, wriggling slightly. Chaos held the Mahaado still, nibbling on the fine chin,
murmuring platitudes to Mahaado as he stroked the long, thick lavender hair.

Mahaado finally started to breathe after a moment, and relaxed.
Chaos
delved once again at Mahaado's generous lips, eager to rekindle their kiss.
Mahaado slowly responded, his tongue unable to resist the play of Chaos'. The
handsome man wound his hands through Mahaado's unbound hair, admiring the silky
texture of it. He waited a few moments before rocking gently into Mahaado,
unable to hold back his desires anymore.

Mahaado hesitated in their kiss, wincing slightly at the
movement. Chaos went slower, not truly wishing to harm the mage, drawing Mahaado back
into the movement of their lips. The kiss slowed down, taking on a more
passionate tempo that Chaos found himself enjoying immensely. It seemed
counterpoint to the rocking of his hips into Mahaado, which were quickly
increasing in rhythm as his desire demanded to be sated.

Mahaado moved against him, rubbing his own renewed erection against the
silken cloth of Chaos' black tunic. Chaos delved his tongue deeply into Mahaado, moving his length within
Mahaado so as to please him. Once he found
the spot that made the Mahaado gasp, Chaos renewed his thrusts into the spot,
making Mahaado moan loudly into his mouth. Mahaado's fingernails dug into his
shoulders and he pressed himself hungrily against Chaos.

It seemed Mahaado's endurance had been spent and he came shortly, crying out
into Chaos' mouth as his body stiffened and pressed against his. His lower
muscles contracted around Chaos' member, and Mahaado lifted up and down as he
came, bouncing slightly on Chaos' lap, his seed coating Chaos' silk tunic.
Chaos growled throatily as the actions drew his own seed from him and it
seemed his body was turned inside out for a moment when he came. His eyes rolled
back in his head and he fell on his back, unable to move from the intensity of
his orgasm.

Mahaado laid himself on top of Chaos, breathing heavily. "I am afraid I
have ruined your tunic, Chaos," he sighed.

Chaos chuckled and pulled his mask off. "Did I ever have you
fooled?" he sighed.

"I wondered, but I was not sure. You voice slipped slightly
before you entered into me," Mahaado replied from on top of him.

"Tell me then, Mahaado, who is it that you love? Do I know him? Is it
Yugi?" Chaos asked. Even as spent as he was, he could not remove the ache in
his heart at the thought of Mahaado's love for another.

"You know him, but it is not Yugi."

"Jou? Kaiba? Yami? Who?"

"You seem very eager to know my private matters, Chaos. Before, you could
not have cared less who I was involved with. Why the sudden change of heart?"
Mahaado asked idly.

"Humor me, Mahaado. I wish to know w ho it is who captured your
heart."

"What does it matter? You've had your pleasure, and after this night, you
shall forget it ever happened, and stay cold and uncaring."

Chaos studied Mahaado's features. They were as bland and as expressionless
as ever, but it had a hint of regret. Chaos took the smooth face in his hand,
cupping it gently. "I have lived a hard life, Mahaado. My home was rough, and I
had to be tough to stay alive. My family was killed, and my heart grew cold
until I was unable to love. But I did not lie when I said
I have long desired you. From the day we met, my icy heart melted, but slowly. I wished to be able to touch you.
But I kept silent, and tried to forget this desire, for I was afraid you would
reject me. I have loved you for a very long time. But I am not an awkward youth
intimidated by your beauty any longer. I am have grown , and I'm asking you who
it is that you love, so I know who my competition for your heart is," he said
seriously.

Mahaado smiled. "Well, your competition is..." he said, trailing off while
playing with the brass clasp on Chaos's tunic.

"Do not toy with me, Mahaado," Chaos sighed in irritation.

"He is you. I always loved you, yet your attitude was cold.
Even when I failed in my battles, you had punished me, shattering my heart. I
though you were a person incapable of such love...as this," Mahaado laughed, the clearest, loveliest sound that
Chaos had heard in a long time.

Chaos laughed as well, wrapping his arms around his
established lover.

Mahaado fell quiet and placed a kiss on Chaos' forehead before
lying his head back on Chaos' broad chest, gently running his hands on Chaos' sides.
"We should get cleaned up...perhaps find somewhere more private and more
comfortable. Like your bedchambers," Mahaado suggested.

"Well, let us return to my chambers and bathe, I do not feel
exactly comfortable in this position" Chaos sighed, as the pair headed out back into the main room of
the ball. By this time, most everyone was passed out drunk, or in the midst of
drunken love-making.

"A wonderful idea. And whilst we're in the tub, I shall ensure you
have tidier hair," Mahaado said amusedly

"I'll let you do anything, but keep your hands off my head,"
Chaos
said, trying to make a serious face at the jest.

Chaos and Mahaado laughed heartily, both quite happy, as they softly closed
the door behind them so they could love each other more privately.

The End.
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