Long, slender fingers plucked up the little toy from its place in the container, removing it from the lines of its brethren to cradle it lightly in one hand. A thumb stroked over the little human figurine's silken pink hair, straightening it a bit, fussing over the way it curled up a little at the ends. After a moment, the toy's owner sighed and sat down, going about the meticulous process of undressing and redressing the doll.
     The exceedingly beautiful young man's delicate lips were set in an almost sad frown, despite the fact that it seemed he had nothing in the world to be sad about. His face had almost feminine lines, and he could, at a glance, or even a good long look, be mistaken for a girl. Appearing to be only fourteen or so, his body was still slight and slender, rather delicate. His clothing were rich silken robes, white embroidered with gold and silver. And should he wish to spread his large, pure white wings out to their full extension, he still wouldn't have to worry about them bumping anything, for his room, despite being filled with various collections of toys, action figures and dolls and playsets, was very large and spacious.
     Having exchanged his doll's red shorts and blue jacket for black and white layered pants, jacket, and even a little beret, the angel sighed softly again, wrapping his wings around his body as he lay back on the bed, cuddling the figure to his chest.
     "It seems so... unfulfilling," he whispered to no one in particular. Well, he couldn't whisper to anyone in particular, since he was alone in his room... except his dolls. He moved the one he was holding a bit so that it was sitting on his chest, and regarded it. "I guess you'd know about unfulfilling, huh?"
     "Alcien! Are you talking to your dolls again?!" his mother called from downstairs.
     Sweatdropping, Alcien fluttered his wings a bit in consternation. "Uh, no, mother!" Listening for a moment to be sure there would be no followup to the question, he finally turned his gaze back to the doll, continuing in a quieter whisper. "None of her business if I talk to you, anyway. Not like there's anything else to do." He gently stroked the doll's hair again a few more times, then stood and padded barefoot over to one of the playsets, a large, elegant mansion in miniature. Removing a roof section, he leaned over to lightly place the doll on a couch inside one of the rooms with its tiny, elegant furnishings and faux fireplace. He took a moment to retrieve another doll, one from the first's set, and lay it atop the other, arranging them so that they were cuddling. "Kawaii na," he murmured with a smile.

     Utena gently stroked Anthy's hair, smiling down at the other girl where she lay snuggled atop her, head resting on Utena's chest, dark purple hair and her red and white dress spread atop the both of them like a blanket. She had finally become a prince, and rescued her princess, and couldn't be happier. The warmth from her love's body and from the nearby fireplace was making her pleasantly drowsy. She continued petting Anthy's hair almost on autopilot, the strokes turning longer and longer.
     "Utena-sama, you're falling asleep," Anthy murmured quietly, angling her head a bit to kiss her prince's throat.
     "Mmm, am I? I must be content... any moment now, I'll probably start purring," Utena drawled in reply, smiling at the other girl.
     "Then I'd have to rub your belly and feed you cream..." Anthy's kisses started working their way up, along Utena's jaw, smiling at the laugh she'd gotten.
     "Please...?" Utena said with a grin, hugging her princess to her.

     "I wonder... I'm always putting those two together..." Alcien pondered for a moment, then plucked up the purple-haired doll and returned her to her niche in the collection container. His hand ran along the lines of other dolls, just barely not touching, before he found the one he wanted and took it gently out. Picking up the first doll, he rearranged the both of them on the couch. "Awww... that's cute, too..."

     Utena sighed contentedly, leaning back against her beloved's chest, feeling his warmth against her back and legs, her half-closed eyes catching the shifting patterns the firelight cast on the ceiling. She'd finally found the prince she'd been searching for for so long, and couldn't be happier. His hands rubbing her stomach over her jacket-

     "Um... well..." The young angel glanced uncertainly at the door, pale cheeks coloring a bit. "I guess THAT wouldn't be so bad... would look nice..." Giggling a bit, he reached down, working tiny buttons with deft fingers, then setting the other doll's hands back in place.

     -hands on her bare stomach where her jacket had been unbuttoned was making her almost want to purr. As she felt his lips against her neck, she tilted her head back and kissed his cheek, receiving that languid, sensual smile that always made her shiver in return.
     "My Utena," Touga purred, fingertips stroking over the girl's flat stomach.
     "Utena's Utena," she insisted in a gently teasing tone, raising a hand to rub his cheek.
     "Mine," the coral-haired man insisted lightly, laughing softly when she stuck her tongue out at him. "All mine, and no one else's..."
     "Incorrigable," she whispered, voice soft and low as she rubbed her head, catlike, against his.
     "True enough."
     "But I love you anyway."
     "You love me because of it, not in spite of it."
     "Incorrigable."

     Alcien was tapping his chin with one finger, looking over his other collections. Let's see... something a little different. After a moment, he smiled and plucked up a different purple-haired doll from one of his other collections. It was different, but also similar... an interesting look, therefore! Bounding back to the playset, he redid the Utena doll's buttons, then put her back in her original position, setting the new doll in the place the other purple-haired one had occupied recently. "Ah! That IS cute!"

     Utena gently stroked her lover's dark purple hair, enjoying the feel of the silken strands under her fingers as they lay snuggled on the couch, enjoying the fire. They were different in so many ways, yet similar in quite a few others. In any event, it didn't matter, because they were cuddling in front of a crackling fireplace, holding one another close, and there was nowhere in the world Utena would rather be.
     "You know," she chuckled. "It sounds like the idea for a fairy tale... 'The prince who tamed an amazon'..."
     "Fairy tale...?" Shampoo replied sleepily, apparently a bit too comfortable and content to be thinking overmuch about western literature.
     "Mmm-hmm... you know... a children's story, with fanciful things and magic and romance..."
     "Oh." The Chinese girl yawned kittenishly, mouth opening wide and tongue curling, then giving Utena a dirty look when she laughed. The look faded into a loving smile, however, when a kiss graced her forehead. "Tell Shampoo how fairy tale end, prince..."
     "The way they all end, of course..." Utena squeezed the other girl close against her. "They lived happily ever after..."

     "Playing with your dolls, squirt?"
     Alcien yelped and whirled around, wings fluttering with startlement, a hand going to his chest. Leaning in the doorway, smirking, was his elder stepbrother, Daliess. Taller and with broader shoulders, but still just as slender and beautiful, the demon's plain but elegant black clothes played perfect harmony to his raven-black wings, which were currently arched up slightly, one on either side of the doorway. Sixteen to his stepbrother's fourteen, Daliess' dark red eyes reflected his low, amused chuckle.
     "Daliess! Please, knock!" huffed Alcien, a blush spreading across his cheeks. His nervousness jumped up a notch when the older deity stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
     "You didn't answer me," the demon drawled, stepping closer. "Are you playing with your dolls...?"
     "Um... well... yes..."
     Nudging Alcien aside with a sweep of one wing (and earning a yelp of surprise and consternation from the angel), Daliess examined the little scene in the dollhouse room. "Hn. If you're going to play with dolls, you should at least do something interesting when you pose 'em... like this!" With a certain zest, he reached down, tucking small hands inside small articles of clothing.

     Utena moaned loudly, loving the way she could feel the silk of Shampoo's pants against the back of her hand, and at the same time feel the hot, wet tightness of the other girl's sex around her thrusting fingers. She pumped the two fingers into her lover harder, faster, the Amazon's thrashing and pleasured mewling only increasing exponentially. Shampoo's hands clenched lightly on Utena's petite breasts, then resumed their steady kneading and squeezing.
     "Nnnng..." the pink-haired girl groaned, arching her hips up to press her cloth-covered crotch harder against Shampoo's leg. Biting her lip to muffle any further outbursts, trying to keep herself in control, she added a sort of swirl to each thrust of her fingers, stroking Shampoo's inner walls with each pump.
     "Ah! Ah! Aiya!"

     "Daliess!" Alcien leapt forward and yanked the dolls out of the house and seperated him, the young angel almost shaking with anger and annoyance. "That's... that's not what these are for! You're not supposed to do those kinds of things with them!"
     "Why not?" The demon smirked down at his stepbrother, hands on his hips. "You always stick them together so they look 'kawaii'... how about sexy, huh? How about sensual?"
     Alcien's soft pink lips tucked themselves firmly into a pout. "They can be sensual and s... sexy... without being like THAT..."
     "Feh," Daliess snorted dismissively, turning away and walking over to one of the collection cases. "I rather like this series... hm, these are the cross-dressing guys, right...?"
     "DALIESS!"

     Konatsu continued pounding into Tsubasa, both of them crying out softly in ecstasy, clothes parted apparently just enough to give free rein to their passions. Konatsu's silken kimono was open in front, baring his slender chest, which was glistening with sweat. Tsubasa was on his back, skirt pushed up and panties tugged along his raised legs, his blouse rumpled and girlishly-styled brown hair tousled with their efforts.
     "Hya! Hya!" Tsubasa tossed his head, arms out to the sides and hands up near the sides of his head, feeling himself being stretched by Konatsu's slender length, his own hard cock bouncing and rubbing against his skirt.

     After much grabbing and struggling and reaching around the other boy, Alcien finally managed to retrieve his toys and seperate them, again almost shaking as he quickly tugged their clothes back into place. "S-stop it... please..."
     "Don't stress out so much," Daliess said smoothly with a wave of the hand, nabbing another doll from the collection and then sweeping over to one of the other collections and grabbing another. "Where's your sense of fun...?"

     Ranma kept screaming, though they'd long ago turned to screams of ecstacy. It didn't matter that she was on hands and knees, being taken so totally like a woman, so hard and rough, it just felt so good, so wonderful. Her pants and boxers were around her knees, shirt ripped open in front, allowing her breasts to sway with every hard thrust of that long, hard cock into her drenched pussy.
     "Is this what you like, girl?" Saionji growled, pounding into the redheaded girl as hard as he could, slender hips slamming against her firm buttocks again and again. Slender fingers wrapped around Ranma's pigtail, pulling back hard to yank at her head, using it as leverage to piston into the now-eager sex, which was already drenched with a load of his cum. "Beg me for it! Beg!"
     "Nnng! Ah! P-please... please don't stop..."

     "STOP!" Alcien grabbed the dolls away again, clutching one in each hand, blue eyes filled with tears. He sniffled, turning away from his stepbrother. "You... you're so cruel..." He began crying in earnest now, small sobs wracking his slender body. "Why do you do such things...?"
     "Eh? Oh, c'mon, don't start with the crying..." Daliess sighed, rubbing the back of his head, his long black hair shifting about as he shook his head. "It's not like it's a big deal..."
     "Not a big deal?!" Alcien whirled around, his loose platinum ponytail whipping around, wings spreading out defensively. Tears were streaked down his fine cheeks, blue eyes shimmering wetly. "They're... they're mine! And I don't TREAT them that way! It makes me feel uncomfortable... it makes me feel wrong... I... I..."
     "Calm down," Daliess murmured, stepping in a bit closer, raising a hand to rub at Alcien's tears with his thumb. His voice was rather soft and gentle, unlike his usual bluster. "Calm down, little brother..."
     "You..." The young angel sniffled, still shaking a bit with emotion. "You don't understand... mother's so busy, I'm too young to do anything useful, there's no angels my own age... I..." He hung his head, clutching the little dolls to his chest and finishing up in a barely audible whisper. "They're all I have."
     "C'mere." Daliess stepped up against Alcien and slid his arms around the little angel, dark wings wrapping around the younger deity as well. Alcien continued to sniffle a bit, resting his face against his stepbrother's chest, allowing himself to be comforted by the same person that had upset him so badly. "I'm sorry. Alright? I know things ain't easy for ya... your mom marryin' my dad... and I ain't made it any easier. My nature, right?"
     "You're... so mean..." Alcien murmured, muffled by his face being against Daliess' chest. "Why're you so mean...?"
     "I'm a demon, silly thing... here, I'll cheer you up."
     Alcien blinked as he was suddenly hauled up, and his eyes shot wide open as Daliess' lips pressed to his. He mmphed, squirming about a bit, his wings fluttering about, rubbing against his stepbrother's, before he simply melted against the taller deity, eyes sinking closed. He whimpered softly, feeling unable to resist as Daliess' tongue slipped into his mouth, stroking over his own tongue smoothly, seductively. He felt those confident, strong, slender fingers rubbing over his back, stroking along the bases of his wings, making him shiver.
     "Mmm, there," Daliess purred as he broke the kiss, smirking down at his little stepbrother. "Feel better?"
     "Uh..." Alcien blinked a few times, his head swimming, not quite able to focus, since Daliess was still petting on him, fingertips ruffling about where he tied his ponytail. "I, er... don't know?"
     "Well, I DO have a lot to make up for." Daliess spread his wings, then tugged the angel toward the bed. "I had best get started. C'mon."
     "J-just a second..." Alcien bit his lower lip, then hurriedly tossed the dolls he was holding into the nearby collection case before following. "I guess it'd be... rude not to accept an apology..."

     Ranma blinked, rubbing her rear a bit where it had thumped on the ground before standing and rearranging her clothes. Glancing around, she spotted the Utena cast sitting in various chairs and couches, some of them with opera spectacles gazing off into the distance. She rested her hands behind her head and padded over, hopping into Touga's lap and nabbing his spectacles. Putting them to her eyes and adjusting them, she oooooed softly.
     "You can see the bed MUCH better from here..."
     "Indeed," Touga replied with amusement, draping his arms around the other redhead's middle. "And it's no longer a one-man-show."
     "You have to admire the demon's style," smirked Akio.
     "YOU have to admire it," grumbled Anthy.
     "Don't be that way..."
     "Shut up, I'll throw you off the shelf again..."

     Alcien whimpered softly as he felt his stepbrother's stomach rubbing over his erection, Daliess' tongue stroking along the line of his jaw. He could feel the demon's own hard length sliding along his inner thigh, pressing up under him.
     "Lift your legs, little brother," Daliess purred, sliding his hands under the angel's thighs, squeezing lightly, waiting until Alcien actually raised his legs himself to shift forward a bit, wings spread to balance himself and hold steady as he sucked on a finger, wetting it before sliding it down to rub slowly in circles around the angel's puckered rosebud.
     "Nnng!" Alcien bit his lip to keep from crying out, arching his back, the sound of his wings like many birds taking flight together. He brought a hand up, pressing his palm against his mouth to keep himself quiet as Daliess' finger teased his tight ring of muscle open, the demon's other hand stroking across the young angel's slender chest and stomach, occassionally tweaking a nipple to wring out a small, muffled yip.
     Pulling his hand away, Daliess slid forward slightly, the head of his cock pressing up against his stepbrother's glistening, virgin hole. "Ready for me, little brother...?"
     "O-okay..."

     A minor orgy had broken out in the Utena case... minor mostly because everyone was trying to keep their eyes on the bed. Ranma-chan was moaning, her pants and boxers tugged down just enough so that she could slide Touga's shaft into her sex, still sitting in his lap, only moving slightly up and down so that her shoulder wouldn't get in the line of sight, nor get so lost in her own pleasure that she couldn't enjoy the show. Anthy, not caring much for voyeurism, had tugged off Utena's pants and was kneeling between the female prince's legs, lapping up a storm, one of Utena's hands on Anthy's head and the other holding up her opera spectacles.
     Akio glanced around, rubbing his head. Everyone was paired up, it seemed like, except him. He noticed that Juri, Wakaba, and Kozue were sitting next to one another on the couch and trading finger jobs, but despite using his best charming smile as he approached, all three shot him a "go to hell" look. Approaching the heavily-petting Mikage and Miki got much the same reaction. About to give up and slink off to a corner to pout, he noticed Shiori sitting off by herself. Figuring that this was a sure thing, he approached from behind, smiling and opening his mouth to surprise her with a witty come-on before she even knew he was there.
     "Even I'm not that desperate."
     He closed his mouth so fast that his teeth clicked as she beat him to the punch, then sighed and headed for the corner to perfect his moping skills...

     "Kya!" Alcien's wings fluttered again as Daliess sheathed himself fully, feeling his stepbrother filling him, stretching his inner walls... felt so big inside of him! "Hurts," he whimpered softly, squeezing his eyes closed, thin lines of tears escaping, glittering silver in the light.
     "Ssshhh," the demon soothed, leaning down, tongue slowly licking away the tears. "Sssshhhh... mmmm, you're so pretty..."
     "I... am?" Gentle, still somehow innocent blue eyes opened and gazed up into desire-filled red ones, the angel squirming about a bit, trying to get used to being impaled this way.
     "Of course you are, little brother... you're an angel, remember?" Daliess laughed softly, staying pressed against the younger boy, feeling Alcien's throbbing cock trapped between their bellies, feathers being ruffled as raven wings and dove wings rubbed together. A few soft, comforting kisses, and the demon rose up again, settling himself and working his hips slightly. "Ready...?"
     "Y-yes... I'm ready..."
     With a nod and a wild grin, Daliess began smoothly stroking in and out of Alcien's silken passage, not allowing it time to tighten back up in his wake. Alcien's hand flew back to his mouth, pressing his palm against his teeth in the hopes of keeping even marginally quiet, muffling the cries that came with every thrust. The thrusts were soon coming harder, faster, but he didn't care, they didn't hurt anymore, they only sent a burning, fiery pleasure coarsing throughout his entire body, making his wings quiver and his cock throb. Slowly, starting to learn the rythm, he began arching his hips to meet the thrusts, knowing by the increased volume of Daliess' moans that he was doing it right.
     "Nnng, yeah!" The demon's voice had become a low, sensual growl, seeming almost to throb in time with their motions. "Tell me what you want, little brother... tell me... I'll do whatever you want if you'll just let me keep doing this to you..."
     "I want... I want...!" the young angel gasped, slender body coated with sweat, wings fluttering wildly.
     "Tell me... dammit, PLEASE, tell me..."
     "I want it harder!!"

     "Damn, he's a hot little thing," Ranma moaned as she did her impression of a seven so that Touga could stand and thrust into her, while allowing her to continue to watch. Being a martial artist was certainly useful, for the flexibility in this case, as she had her legs wrapped around the other redhead's hips and her hands flat on the floor, feeling the trickles of honey from her sex running over her anus and down along her spine. Plus, watching the winged boys go at it upside-down was sorta kinky. Not that the position she was in wasn't.
     "It's... a shame..." Huffed Touga, his hands gripping Ranma's hips tightly, casting the occassional glance to his upside-down lover from watching the goings-on on the bed. "That in comparison..." He groaned, feeling his cock twitch inside Ranma's pussy. "... we're five inches tall..."
     "Five? Feels like ten, from here," Ranma purred, then smirked as she flexed her stomach muscles and rippled them, hearing Touga groan long and low and feeling a rush of warmth spreading inside her. "And you're lucky I'm only a doll, because this is wildly out of character otherwise. Now you better keep thrusting, or I'm gonna do a flip and headslam you..."

     Light beats of Daliess' wings drove him into Alcien harder, the young angel's cries of pleasure at each penetration barely muffled by his palm, his other hand clutching a fistful of sheet as if it could anchor him against the body-wracking pounding. The rapid thrusts of his demon stepbrother's cock were bringing him closer and closer to something, he didn't know what. At some point, he couldn't remember when, he'd wrapped his legs around Daliess' waist, and the older boy had grabbed his hips and was pulling him against the thrusts (like he was a woman or something... and he loved it).
     "You ready, little brother...?" Daliess growled, waves of ebon hair falling over his shoulders as he dipped his head, watching the angelic face of his stepbrother. "Ready for... the big... apology...?"
     "Please!" Alcien yelped, biting his palm so hard he drew blood, not even sure what it was he was begging for. "PLEASE!"
     With a long, low cry, Daliess thrust one final time, burying his shaft as deep as he could inside Alcien's tight, hot ass, cock shuddering as he filled his young stepbrother up with a thick load of hot seed. At that wet, warm feeling rushing through him, the angel gave a barely-muffled scream, back arching and wings spreading to their full extension, muscles taut and shaking as his own cock sent long, white streamers splashing across his stomach and chest, a few managing to mark his beautiful face.

     The in-general very sticky and very satisfied Utena cast (plus Ranma-chan) were all laying about, doing their various afterglow activities. In Ranma's case, this meant literally bouncing off the walls. She was doing backflips, headstands, and shadowboxing, and generally babbling on about what a great show it had been.
     "Please... stop..." groaned Touga from where he lay on the floor. "Watching you makes me even more tired..."
     "Awwwww, didsa poor baby give me all his energy?" Ranma cooed, bending over to put her hands on her hips, smirking down at the prone student council president. "Is the little vampire dead for the day...?"
     "We'll see," Touga replied calmly, as he put his foot against her stomach and pushed.
     With a yelp and many a flailing of her arms, Ranma tumbled backwards off the shelf. "Bakayarooooooooooooou!"

     Both of the boys were too busy panting and coming down off of their orgasmic highs to notice the sound of a doll hitting the floor with a soft *plop*. After a few moments, Daliess leaned down and lapped up the splatters of cum on Alcien's face, making the young angel giggle.
     "Wow... that was amazing..." the younger boy murmured, looking up at his stepbrother with adoration. "It's never that good when I... uh... well..."
     "You're still too innocent to say it, aren't you? Well, we'll see about that... roll over, little brother."
     "Eep! You mean there's more than one way to do it?!"

     Ranma looked towards the bed as she slowly climbed her way up the table leg, hearing the creaking and groaning and fluttering start again. "Man, I'm gonna miss the second show! Touga is SO dead..."

     Zimmal the demon tucked his wings in against his back as he walked in from the garage and hung his winter cloak on its hook. "Honey, I'm home!"
     "Oh, hello dear. How was Ghoul Time today...?"
     "I accidentally summoned a flock of cabbits instead of bats. I swear, if I hear 'I don't think so, Zim' one... more... time..."
     "Uh-huh."
     "Where're the boys?"
     "They've been upstairs making thumping and crashing noises for the last TWO HOURS... I knocked on the door and asked what they were doing and Daliess said something about moving furniture around... I hope they're not fighting, maybe I should go seperate them..."
     "Now, now, honey, you shouldn't interrupt 'em... they're just doing some male bonding..."

~Fin~