OMG MALLEUS! I’ve read every Malleus fanfic you have written and I love how sweet you make him towards the Prefect! Just a little thought though...do you think he lets the Prefect touch his horns? And if he does, do you think he enjoys it?
He’d caught you staring several times. He’d never mentioned it before, though; he’d always thought you’d grow used to them and stop in time. But that didn’t seem to be the case...in fact, as time went by, more and more his acid-colored eyes found you gawking openly at them. And each time you glanced their way to check, they would glance away sharply. It was no different this night; it had been a long, tiring day for both of you. (Memo to self: fixing the sink in Leona’s room? NEVER. AGAIN.) You had decided to settle down and watch an old monochrome movie - one of his personal favorites, “Daughter of the Dragon” - and in between handfuls of popcorn you had prepared, he caught you staring again. As usual, you looked away quickly, pretending to be focused on the television. He sighed deeply. “Do they bother you?” You blinked...and paused the film before looking back to him. “Do...does what bother me?” you asked innocently. He turned to look to you, a dry, bored expression on his face as he crossed his arms. “You always stare at them,” he said, bluntly. “Are they really so repulsive?” You blinked...and tilted your head. Malleus sighed; clearly you were going to be difficult, he realized. He gestured to the black, glossy horns upon his head. “I know they aren’t exactly normal in your world, mortal child,” he said. “But it’s not as if you stare at Jack’s ears and tail, or Jade’s fangs and eyes. Do my horns really scare you that much that you have to keep a watch on them?” You blinked again, slowly. A sad look came over Malleus’ face; this time he looked away. “I know they’re...sharp,” he muttered. “And...I know that they can make me seem intimidating...” He smirked and chuckled, an evil little glint in his eye. “...Which is hardly a bad thing, on most occasions...but I promise, you have no reason to be-” “I think they look good.” Now it was his turn to blink. “...Beg pardon?” “Your horns look nice,” you assured him with a smile. “That’s not why I keep looking at them at all.” Malleus tilted his head. “Then...you...don’t think they’re...unappealing? Or frightening?” “Not when they’re attached to you,” you responded, easily. Malleus smiled slowly. “You continue to surprise me, my darling,” he murmured, looking interested. “But then why DO you keep looking at them?” You blushed and bit your lip, before tapping your forefingers together. “Well, uh...just, um...I was wondering...could I...t-touch them?” There was an awkward pause. “I just...I’ve always kind of wondered what they feel like,” you explained. “They look...well...shiny, like...I dunno, like onyx or something, and...I just...wondered what it was like to-” “You can feel them.” You stopped. “I...I can?” Malleus smiled gently...and took one of your hands in his own elegant, gloved palm. “Till now, the only one allowed to touch them has been Lilia,” he admitted, with a light chuckle. “But...you’re different from others, my darling. If you wish to touch them...” He guided your hands towards his head, shifting his position to allow you easier access, given his height. “...Go ahead.” He released your hand; your arm stayed in place for a few seconds, as if you had been frozen...then, carefully...you placed your fingers over one of his horns, and curled them around the ribbed shaft. You gently ran your fingers over the horns, murmuring in wonder. They felt cool and hard, almost like expertly carved black marble. They looked excellently polished (you wondered if they WERE polished), and felt smooth...yet not perfectly smooth. You could feel the thin, fibrous “undercurrent” that indicated they were made of solid bone, which had you wondering if the rest of his skeleton was ebony-colored too. You also felt the “ribs” that gave them their unique appearance. You traced the vague S-shape of each one cautiously. Malleus shut his eyes and smiled patiently, simply letting you experience them. “...They’re...very nice,” you said, somewhat dumbly, not sure what else to say. Malleus chuckled. “Thank you, darling,” he rumbled deeply; he would have bowed, were he not already all but kneeling before you. He paused, then murmured: “You do realize, if I wanted to, I could gore you with them, don’t you?” You responded by kissing the top of his head. The blush on his face sealed that issue. You smiled wider, and tilted your head, humming thoughtfully. “What are you thinking?” Malleus asked, breathily. “I want to try something,” you admitted. “Uh...may I?” Malleus nodded lightly in allowance. You smiled...and then carefully moved your hand between his horns. He frowned in confusion. “My dear mortal, what art you...?” He froze...as you began to scratch behind his horns. “...Oh...” He sighed and closed his eyes with a flutter. “Ohhhhhhh...oh, that...that is...mmmm...not unpleasant...” You grinned as Malleus slowly began to lie down...till his head was in your lap. You giggled a bit and continued to scratch behind his horns gently; he was purring like a giant cat. “So...we can agree having horns is good?” you teased. Malleus nuzzled against you with a smile that would have disspelled any notions of his heritage in response. You rolled your eyes and continued to scratch him gently. “Heh,” you muttered. “So much for the all-terrible Prince of Shadows, huh...?” “That’s only what I am to others,” Malleus murmured faintly. “To you, my darling...I am simply Malleus Draconia.” You stroked one of his horns gently in response, and he shivered. “Malleus Draconia,” you said, gently, “Is all you need to be.” He purred louder after that.
