I am putting the warning up top. This chapter and the next are dark. They will hint at a subject that will no doubt either offened, or anger someone. Please, please, read at your own risk. I am warning you in advance. This is not happy story, this is not a fluff. Reviews are welcomed, but please keep it tasteful.

Five: Losing the Game

Filia remained in the kitchen for a while longer before rejoining her friends. It wasn't long before the get together began coming to an end.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay the rest of the night?" Filia asked as she walked the group to the door.

"We have to make it to the next town before Lina's sister." Zelgadis said with a small grin. Lina paled at the mention of her only sibling.

"Miss Luna insisted we have breakfast with her." Amelia added before Lina began shoving the group outside.

"We can't keep her waiting! Thanks for the food, Filia! We'll stop by on our way back!" And just like that, they were gone. The dragon smiled and shook her head and closed the door and buttoned the lock and looked back at the mess that was her home. With a sigh she made a quick detour up to her room to change into her night clothes before tackling the dishes and other clutter. It didn't take long to straighten up up her home back to her standards. Finished, the dragon yawned and stretched her arms over her head, her tail popping out from under her nightdress and going rigid before flopping to the floor and swishing lazily behind her.

"Bed time." She told herself while lowering the lamps. As she turned to the fireplace a shadow caught her attention. Turning her head slowly, Filia's eyes widened as Xellos' frame came into view. Idly she noticed he was missing his normal dark cape but what really sent up flags were his eyes; both narrowed in a glare and his arms folded across his chest. The blond straightened up and returned the glare.

"What?" She snapped, folding her arms to mimic his stance.

"We had a deal, Filia." The tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She held her ground even as the Mazoku began to advance towards her. "All you had to do was play along and everything would have been fine." He stopped a few feet away from her.

"But no. You had to be the selfish dragon and back out on your end." Filia growled at him.

"Get out of my home, Xellos. It's late and I don't want to deal with you right now." She moved towards the door but a pair of strong arms stopped her. Grabbing her just below the shoulders, Xellos slammed the startled woman into a wall. Filia yelped in spite of herself and stared up at him. Any argument she was about to make was cut short by the look of pure rage on the purple haired man's face.

"You are not giving the orders, dragon." He growled in a low voice. "You lost the game. Now I'm going to claim what's mine." He pressed himself closer against her and Filia's jaw dropped open.

"No!" She attempted to push him back but was only slammed harder into the wall. Xellos's fingers dug painfully into her arms.

"Yes." She whimpered softly, shaking her head.

"Please, Xellos! I'm sorry!" He quirked an eyebrow at her and laughed. It wasn't a friendly sound.

"Oh no. You're not sorry. Not by a long shot." Filia squealed as his lips smashed against hers, his tongue forcing its way inside. This was not how she had envisioned her first kiss. It was supposed to be romantic, and loving. Not rough and possessive. In a fit of panic the priestess brought her knee up and connected with the space between the Mazoku's legs. Xellos grunted and pulled back, dropping to the floor as an all together new kind of pain raced through his body. Filia detached herself from the wall and took off running.

Her mace. She had to get to her mace.

Xellos watched her as the pain began to subside. A female voice began to chuckle in his mind.

"I tried to wan you about that, Xellos." The voice said, amusement thick in her tone. Xellos rose shakily to his feet with a growl. How did human men function with such an obvious weak point?

"I'm well aware, Juuou-sama." He grumbled.

"Now, now. Do not be cross with me, boy. This was your idea and I am allowing you your fun. But that does not mean I can not have any of my own." He sighed. The deal he had made with his Mistress wasn't a bad one, but it had significantly limited his powers. Not to mention leaving him susceptible to injuries he'd otherwise be immune to.

"You might want to hurry up and catch her, dear. You will not be able to fend off that mace so easily if she attacks you with it." Xellos took off after the dragon as his Mistress' voice faded from his mind. He caught up with her just in time to see her bedroom door slam shut. He knocked his fist against the hard wood.

"Filia, open the door." He demanded. He could hear her grunting and something scraping across the floor.

"Never!" He pinched the bridge of his nose. Fine. If she wanted to play rough. He was going to play rough.

Another short, but I have the next chapter written in a notebook. It's just getting the time to type it out. Almost finished, I promise!