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Easy laughter washed over the dinner table as the trio sat down to a home cooked meal. Balthion sat off to the side, still recovering from his earlier surprise. He should have known better. He should have asked. Nathalia was pacing around the table, on edge. Balthion had noticed a slight tremor to her hand but did not want to push the daemon further than he had that afternoon. He watched her perch on a chair for a second only to move again a second later. It was keeping him on edge.
The fidgeting continued after dinner and into the evening. Balthion almost reached out to her several times but found himself stopping short every time. A type of fear rested just on the corner of his vision and he didn’t know exactly what it portended. He watched the couple on the couch as they talked and laughed, trying to distract himself from Nathalia. It didn’t work.
“Nathalia, what’s wrong? ” Balthion finally asked.
Nathalia looked over, brow furrowed. Indecision was written over her face. Open eyes looked up at her as she tried to decide whether or not to tell the angel of her distress. She had noticed it shortly after she had arrived here. Would the angel understand?
“It’s nothing. ”She answered, just short of snapping.
Balthion moved to stand behind her, his hand reaching out to touch her shoulder. She shrugged it off before turning to face him. Balthion could see pain in the daemon’s eyes just before she looked down. Hooking his finger under her chin, he raised her face again, looking her in the eye.
“What’s wrong? ”He persisted.
Nathalia tried to take a step back but the couch was in the way. She looked to the side, trying to avoid his eyes. Shame filled her. Arms encircled her and she just wanted to claw her way out of them. She struggled slightly, but he just held her tighter.
“What’s wrong? ”He asked again, brokering no argument.
Nathalia’s voice dropped to barely audible levels as she muttered something. Balthion lifted her face again and quietly asked her to repeat her words.
“I haven’t eaten. ” Her eyes dropped as she said the words, letting her shame wash over her. “You happy now? ”
She pulled away from him as he loosened his arms, turning her back to him again as she watched the two boys on the couch. They were sitting slightly apart but facing each other. She could see lust rising off of them. It would be so easy to influence them…But part of her didn’t want to do that. The rest of her screamed that this was her heritage, her job, her reason for being. She was torn.
Arms embraced her again from behind, pulling her back gently into a hard chest. She didn’t fight this time. A soft but deep voice whispered in her ear.
“What do you need? ”
Nathalia turned her head, looking up at the angel. Puzzlement ran across Nathalia’s face. Balthion’s face was unreadable. Was he serious? Nathalia blinked, disbelieving.
“I need a sexual act. I can feed on that. ”
Her eyes flickered to the two boys. Would the angel let her influence the two boys? Something was wrong here. Why would he jeopardize the boy’s chance at true love? If Heaven had intervened to introduce the two boys, would he step aside so easily? She opened her lips to say something to the boys but her power was suppressed slightly. She turned to look at the angel. She should have known. He was playing with her. Anger flashed through her as she opened her mouth to start giving him a piece of her mind. An amused smile made her pause.
Balthion saw anger cross the daemon’s features and smiled. He simply pointed towards the back of the house. He watched her eyes flicker to the direction that he had pointed. Sam had retired to her room earlier, leaving the two boys to their own devices while she played with hers. Moans barely audible to human ears were clearly heard in the sitting room by celestial ears. Nathalia looked up at him smiling and started up towards the bed room. Balthion’s eyes follow her until she was gone from his sight. He hoped that she would find enough sustenance to at least take the edge off.
Balthion moved to an armchair and sat down watching the two boys talk but his mind was wandering. He was imagining Nathalia sitting in her favourite position, legs spread, skirt parted and with that flash of pinkness showing through as her fingers played a symphony over that sensitive little nub, face flushed as she threw back her head and closed her eyes. Small breaths, shallow, leaving her gasping for breath as she let pleasure take her over, leaving out tiny moans and similar noises. Balthion felt himself start to harden as he thought about it. His face flushed and he tried to calm himself down. It was much harder this time to dispel the blood from his engorged member.
Oblivious to this the two boys chatted away on the couch, edging closer to each other as they grew more comfortable with each other. Balthion watched the boys’ eyes flicker downwards to take in parted lips. Their cheeks were flushed as well. Long sentences became shorter until they descended the depths of mono-syllabic words.
Stephen had been wondering whether or not to kiss Jamie but the small voice inside his head, that he was so used to listening to, was silent. A little guidance wouldn’t have gone astray but he found himself alone, plumbing the depths of indecision. He knew his eyes kept flickering down to watch Jamie’s full lips as they moved with each word that fell from that sweet pink tongue. He ached to feel them against his own, to taste that tongue and run his fingers through the dark brown hair. Conversation was stilted now as Stephen struggled to form words. Tension hung in the air. Their lips were mere inches apart. Stephen took a breath and closed the distance, kissing the other man.
For the longest time, nothing happened. Stephen was kissing unmoving lips. Panic grabbed his spine, freezing it. Stephen was just about to pull back, embarrassed, when a hand moved to the back of his head and held him there. Warm lips parted and a tongue flicked over his lips. Stephen sighed softly against those lips as the tongue entered his mouth, tasting and testing. Stephen was in heaven. A taste of the blackberry desert they had shared filled his senses as he lost himself in the kiss. His own hands came to rest on the muscular chest of the doctor, over the shirt. Lungs burned as he pressed deeper. Oxygen became a problem as Stephen tried to defy his need for the life-giving substance, but his body screamed for separation. Jamie pulled back first, gasping and red cheeked. Stephen held the position that he had been in, leaned forward and eyes closed, face tilted upwards slightly until his senses caught up with the fact that he was no longer being kissed.
His eyes fluttered open, vision slightly blurred until he blinked. Amused eyes met his own. A smile fixed itself to his lips as he grinned up at Jamie. Words tried to order themselves in his mind but he failed miserably to make even the most basic sentence. Instead he moved slightly, angling himself slightly differently on the sofa so that he could lie against that smooth hard chest. Arms pulled him closer as they rest over his shoulder. Stephen leaned against Jamie, his hand taking Jamie’s in his own and holding it, interlacing fingers. His thumb stroked the soft skin of the hand. Raising the hand to his lips, he gently kissed the fingers.
“Did I thank you, earlier? ” Stephen’s voice was wavering slightly as he said the words, a little nervous.
Jamie considered before answering. “No, you didn’t. ”
Stephen let himself slip to the side and look up at Jamie again. “I should fix that. ”
Jamie smiled as he leaned down and kissed Stephen again. His eyes widened as he felt the boy change position again and a hand slip between them. He felt fingers trace their way up his thigh and then cup the bulge between his legs. The hand rubbed against him, moving in circles and pressing down slightly. Jamie moaned gently into the touch. The angle was crude but it had been so long since he had been with someone that he had forgotten how good it could be to have someone else’s hand instead of his own. His eyes closed as he concentrated on the sensations.
Then, without warning the sensations stopped again. Jamie was just about to protest when he felt something. A slight tug on his zipper and it was lowered. The hand pushed its way delicately inside his jeans and manoeuvred his boxers out of the way, opening the tiny buttons. Jamie’s hardening shaft was loose. The hand gripped it and started massaging upwards and down again. Jamie’s hips shot forwards as he thrust into that hand. Frustration clouded his mind as he let Stephen pump his shaft. He could feel the pre-cum gathering at the tip and a talented finger run it around the head. Jamie moved forward a little and nipped the back of Stephen’s neck, moving slowly around to the side, nibbling at Stephen’s earlobe.
Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to eternity as the tender game of teasing was played. Jamie’s hand wandered under Stephen’s shirt, and slid up to tweak sensitive nipples into hardness. He felt Stephen respond and dropped a second hand down to squeeze Stephen’s hard organ, now visibly tenting his trousers. Jamie’s hand slid down the zipper, easing inside to feel the hardness under the cotton boxers. Impressive girth greeted his hand as he wrapped it around the organ as best he could, boxers getting in the way. He was about to slip inside the cotton sheath when footsteps sounded on the wooden hallway floor.
Jamie withdrew his hand as if it had been electrocuted. Stephen’s own hand abandoned Jamie’s raging erection as he struggled to zip himself up. He went to move, to straighten himself up on the couch but hands grabbed his hips as a voice hissed in his ear.
“Don’t move… Please. ”
Stephen smiled and stayed exactly where he was. The footsteps neared and Sam rounded the corner into the living room. Her face was flushed but a smile sat on her features.
Balthion looked over to see Nathalia who was trailing the girl. A smug grin greeted him as he returned it. She walked over, a definite wiggle back in her hips. Without a word, she hugged the angel, thanking him for his help. Balthion sensed that she was about to launch into a description of what Sam had been doing in her room and quickly diverted her by pointing at the two boys. Slightly puzzled, she turned to look at them. She practically squealed as she saw lust rising off them in waves, causing Balthion to wish that he hadn’t mentioned anything.
She perched on the arm of the chair he was sitting on and was content to watch the fun unfold. Sam walked around the couch, plopping down in an empty armchair. The boys shifted uncomfortably. Sam was chattering away. Jamie’s fingers were still holding onto Stephen’s hips as he kept the boy in place, hiding his exposed organ. His eyes were trying to attract his sister’s to tell her to get lost but she was more interested in chatting to Stephen at the moment.
Balthion and Nathalia could not help but laugh at the situation. If only Sam realised why the boys were so keen to get her out of the room.
“Ahem! ”Jamie faked a cough to attract his sister’s attention before gesturing to the hallway with his head.
Sam’s eyes opened wide as the penny finally dropped. The red on her cheeks changed to purple as she rose from the chair, excusing herself. The boys held their breath until she had disappeared from sight and then laughter claimed them. Stephen finally moved, turning to face Jamie. A quick kiss was shared before Jamie pushed himself back inside his trousers and re-zipped them.
“Perhaps we should continue this somewhere else? ” Jamie suggested, still laughing.
“Perhaps we should! ” Stephen swooped in and claimed another kiss.
Jamie stood up and held out a hand to the other boy. He would have to have a talk to the boy soon and see where he stood. He hated having talks of that nature, but something had clicked as soon as he saw him the previous evening. Already, he knew that Stephen was special…He just didn’t know how special yet.
Stephen freely took the hand and allowed himself be pulled up and into those strong arms. They shared another kiss and an embrace. Stephen, for the first time, was truly happy. He wasn’t entirely sure why yet… But everything felt right. He felt almost giddy at the prospect of continuing what they had started.
Jamie smiled and with a comforting smile, he led Stephen towards the hallway, pausing outside a bedroom. His eyes searched Stephen’s for any signs of doubt but found none. He held the door open as Stephen stepped through, following him as soon as he had stepped into the room. The door clicked closed on the couple.
Three sets of eyes watched. Each celebrating as the two boys deepened their fledgling relationship. Each one hoping in their own way that both participants would be happy with the choice that Fate had given Stephen and Jamie.
The door clicked closed behind Jamie and he leaned against it, still smiling from their recent run in with Sam. Jamie watched Stephen circle the room, taking everything in. He looked a little nervous, Jamie thought. He watched as Stephen ran a long finger over books and furniture, eyes flicking back to Jamie every couple of seconds to see what he was doing. Jamie casually walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, smiling and patient.
Balthion and Nathalia slipped into the room, unnoticed as usual by the rooms occupants. They looked around for somewhere suitable to sit and noticed two chairs. Nathalia grabbed one, sitting down, her legs parting slightly in anticipation. Balthion sat, eyes flicking from the boys to Nathalia and back again.
Stephen perched on the edge of a desk at the opposite end of the room. He could feel butterflies flying around his insides and felt a little silly because of it. He didn’t think that there was anything that Jamie could do to him today that he hadn’t done before but still nerves were almost getting the better of him. He smiled down at his new friend.
Jamie held out a hand to Stephen, inviting him to come over to the bed and sit beside him. A seconds hesitation from Stephen made Jamie frown. Was it too soon? It was, wasn’t it? He shouldn’t pressure Stephen. They had only just met but already they were one step away from jumping into bed with each other… And the couch. Although, Stephen had started that. It had been so long since Jamie had been with someone that he had forgotten the initial nerves that could beset a person. His hand trembled a little. Stephen’s hand reached out and took his, allowing Jamie to guide him down beside him. He did not release the hand but kept it in his.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to… If you’d rather wait…” Jamie started, looking down at their joined hands.
Stephen smiled at the hesitancy for a second before leaning in and kissing the older man. Soft lips met his own, all words forgotten as the kiss deepened and tongues battled. Hands parted and caressed each other. Stephen’s hands migrated northwards to run through dark hair. Jamie’s ran around Stephen’s waist, pulling him closer. Blackberries mixed with vanilla as the kiss continued. Time stopped for the men as they let instinct guide them.
Pulling back a little, they rested their foreheads together, both smiling. Eyes twinkled as the laughed easily. All nerves had vanished. Lust and more than lust took the place of nervousness. Small, light kisses were exchanged as hands wandered. Jamie’s hands slipped under Stephen’s shirt, skin touching skin. Stephen pulled back, eyes questioning. Jamie smiled, a slightly flush already colouring his cheeks. Stephen’s hands felt the soft hair and went to the buttons of his own shirt. Jamie watched intently as fingers played over buttons before pushing through the gap in the fabric, baring pale skin underneath. His tongue flicked out over dry lips as he ached to touch and lick and taste that now visible skin.
Nathalia’s skirt split again as she leaned back, spreading her legs. Balthion could not help but stare at the flash of pink hidden under the folder of her skirt as her hand dropped to her lap.
Temptation became too much and Jamie dipped his head, starting with the extended throat and moving slowly down. He pushed back the fabric of the shirt to lick and taste the collarbone. Tongue ran out over smooth skin tasting all the various flavours that added up to make Stephen. Never had he found a more wonderful aphrodisiac. He tried to dip lower but the angle was impossible. A little pressure on Stephen’s shoulders and he was flat on the bed. Jamie moved slightly until he was crouched beside the other man. Tongue lapped over erect nipples making Stephen moan out. Stephen’s hand flew to the other man’s hair and kept him in place for long luxurious seconds. He gently worried the sensitive nubs, licking and capturing them between his teeth. He very, very gently closed his teeth over the small bumps. He wondered… He bit at the nubs, not so gently this time, trying to figure out what his lover liked and wanted. Stephen’s mouth opened in wordless exclamation as he bucked against Jamie. Jamie watched Stephen relax again, one word hurriedly hissed between clenched teeth.
“Harder! ”
Jamie smiled and obliged, closing teeth tightly around the reddened skin. His tongue flicked out over the top, adding pleasure to the mix. His other hand moved over to the companioning nipple and fingers ran over the hardening flesh, tweaking and squeezing and then relaxing and brushing.
Nathalia’s hand blurred as she started to flick her clitoris. Her hand drew circles around the sensitive nub. Her eyes had long ago left Stephen and Jamie and were instead locked with Balthion’s.
Sensations varied and even though Stephen tried to predict the next action, he was constantly surprised. Gasps and groans flowed from him as Jamie kept him on edge as he plucked and licked and otherwise played with his nipples. Hands clawed the bedclothes as he tried to keep from flipping the other man onto his back and returning the favour.
Jamie kissed slow trails around the nipple that he had been teasing, leaving the red skin to pale again. He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention that he gave its mate. Again, he listened to Stephen’s moans and tiny groans as he worked his magic on the little nub. He cast a quick eye south and saw the material of Stephen’s jeans twitch as the growing organ moved. He let a hand roam down to take hold of the distended fabric. His hand longed to be inside the tight jeans and massaging Stephen’s hardness but he could wait.
Stephen whimpered in the back of his throat as a hand grabbed his shaft through his jeans, rubbing roughly against the hardness within. His hips lifted off the bed as he pushed himself into that hand wanting more contact. Only shallow breaths escaped Stephen as his mind focused on the quick touches, the teeth and the hand massaging him through his jeans. Thoughts fled as he begged for more.
Then, suddenly, all contact was gone. Stephen’s eyes opened and he saw Jamie sitting back on his heels and removing his own shirt. Stephen’s mouth dropped open as the sculpted muscle was revealed again. No water dripped down the skin now. Stephen rose, reaching out for that slightly tanned muscle and ran his fingers over the bared skin. Jamie rose slightly, giving Stephen a slightly better angle. His fingers splayed and closed, capturing Jamie’s nipples between long fingers and squeezing lightly. His eyes locked with Jamie’s as he tightened his grip, sending pain signals through the sensitive flesh. Jamie’s eyes closed as pleasure and pain wrapped around each other to give a wonderful mix of emotions, one tempering the other until there was just glorious feeling left.
Balthion watched the boys briefly but most of his concentration was actually on the daemon. He felt himself start to grow and harden as he watched her fingers play within her folds. His trousers tented leaving him uncomfortably aroused.
Stephen dipped his head and licked over the now sensitive nubs, biting and licking, pinching and teasing, hurting and teasing. A growl echoed in his ears and hands on his shoulders pushed him back down on the bed. Stephen smiled as Jamie fell to the bed beside him, kissing him fiercely again. Hands roamed over his body again before sliding down to undo the top button of his jeans. The hand slipping inside pushed down the zipper leaving a clear v where almost unrestricted access was allowed. The final layer, a covering of cotton, still stood in the way. The elastic waistband was pushed out of it’s way as a hand snuck inside. A soft stroke, no more than a fleeting glance of skin over skin and Stephen moaned. The hand moved slightly deeper under the cotton cover and snaked around the hard member hidden there.
Jamie’s hand touched the smoothness of the shaft and he drew in a breath. Hot and soft, smooth and hard, it was glorious. It felt like wrapping his hand around velvet covered steel. Instinctively, he started to move his hand up and down, slowly at first and then slightly faster until the elastic of the man’s boxers became an issue. He smiled, that wasn’t the only problem. Looking down at his own tented trousers, he wanted to be rid of the constriction. Slipping down the bed, he moved to Stephen’s hips and with only a little prompting slid the troublesome garments off his lover. His eyes were fixed at the full and engorged shaft pointing towards Stephen’s face. It lay flat against Stephen’s abdomen, atop a small nest of dark curls. His mouth was suddenly dry as he tried to lick his lips again. He watched Stephen push himself up again, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. Jamie’s hand reaches out to brush a thumb over the kiss-swollen lips.
Capturing Jamie’s thumb, Stephen pressed a kiss against it before taking it between his lips and sucking on it. His tongue played around the digit, promising great things without ever saying a word. Reaching up, his hands grabbed the waistband of Jamie’s trousers and pulled him closer. Stephens clothes hit the floor, forgotten as Jamie’s zipper was lowered and the trousers pushed down over his hips to his thighs. Stephen pushed then down further, letting his hands run down the legs in front of him. He leaned in as he did this, letting his face come to rest just beside the hardness still hidden by Jamie’s boxers, nuzzling it. His mouth opened as he wrapped his lips around that cotton sheathed shaft.
Jamie groaned but felt strangely robbed of sensations by the layer of protection between him and that warm wet mouth. His own fingers slipped inside the waistband and started to lower the offending item down his hips. He saw Stephen look up at him and smile. Jamie reached out to touch the soft cheek before sliding the boxers clear of his raging erection and down his legs. He stepped out of both his trousers and jeans and stood again. Stephen moved his face back near Jamie’s erection, taking a deep breath. Jamie could feel warm breath on the organ, driving him slowly insane with need. He was determined not to beg Stephen to take his shaft in his mouth, even though that was exactly what he wanted to do. He bit his lip, keeping the words in. Stephen seemed to take an age, moving around as if he wanted to see which angle of attack was best. Jamie’s resolve was sorely tested as he struggled to keep a reign on his lust.
Stephen slowly edged closer to Jamie’s hard shaft, letting cool breath flow over and around the member, teasing Jamie. He heard a soft moan, almost suppressed escape and smiled. His tongue snaked out, licking over the shaft in languid strokes, leaving shiny trails on the skin. He attacked it like a lollipop, licking and sucking in places, letting his tongue coat it completely before allowing the head to slip between his lips and into his mouth. Relaxing completely, Stephen started to let more and more slip into his mouth, guiding it with the flat of his tongue. The tip of his tongue moved slightly almost drawing patterns over the head as it slid back into this throat. A swallow and the shaft was completely buried between those lips. A groan from Jamie made Stephen look up and he saw the impressed look on the doctor’s face. A smile pushed the sides of his mouth up as he started to slide the shaft in and out, little by little. He let a little more fall out each time, building up momentum until only the tip stayed inside his mouth on the outward stroke. Hands found the back of his head and he found himself pushed forward again, the shaft entering his throat. Usually he hates it when his partner does that but this time it never crossed his mind. All he is concerned with is doing a good job and impressing his new lover. His hands go to Jamie’s ass, fingers massaging the cheeks as he moves forward and back.
Jamie felt the talented tongue flick over all those places he knew were sensitive and caress his shaft. Pressure increased as Stephen’s mouth settled into a rhythm and he felt the boy suck hard on his shaft, almost milking him between the suction and the movement of his throat around the shaft. His hands fisted in the brown hair driving Stephen on. Jamie could tell that he was close. He tried to hold on, to draw it out, but Stephen’s hand dipped down to rub the patch of skin between his balls and his ass, massaging his prostate from the outside. Jamie’s eyes opened in shock as he felt himself tottering on the edge of orgasm, before letting himself tumble over with barely a word to the boy sucking his cock. He held Stephen close, his nose buried in the tight brown curls surrounding his shaft as he emptied into his mouth. He could feel Stephen smiling around his shaft as he accepted every drop of fluid that Jamie ejected into his mouth.
Panting, Jamie finally released Stephen’s hair and let the boy pull back. Stephen smiled up at him, a single drop of creamy liquid escaping from the corner of his mouth quickly picked up by a finger and licked off with vigour. Stephen leaned in and caught the final drops from Jamie’s orgasm with his tongue and swallowed them down, cleaning his lover’s shaft completely before sitting back on the bed.
Nathalia screamed her release as she threw her head back. Balthion closed his eyes, trying to will himself into a state of serene calmness. It took severe concentration but it was almost too late. He caught himself just seconds before his own release. Shame washed over him like a blanket. He couldn’t bring himself to even look in the direction of the daemon. His cheeks flushed as he stood, taking time to examine the bookshelf behind him and ignoring the other occupants of the room.
Jamie dropped to the bed beside him and lay flat on his back. Hands reached out to Stephen, pulling him close as he kissed him deeply, tasting himself on the other man’s tongue. Jamie ran his hands all over Stephen’s body, following muscles. His hand slowly descended, letting fingers run over the weeping erection that the other man was sporting. His fingers wrapped around it, his thumb running across the tip as he spread the clear liquid over the head. Stephen’s eyes closed as he gasped inwards, enjoying the sensation. Jamie kept stroking softly, languidly as he looked at Stephen’s face, watching the pleasure and frustration play a balanced game. Then, an idea struck him and he stopped.
Stephen’s eyes snapped open as he looked at Jamie with longing, tinged just slightly with sadness. He was about to open his mouth to ask what was wrong when a finger pressed against his lips. He saw Jamie’s smiling, playful eyes and relaxed, wondering what was happening. Jamie shifted slightly on the bed, settling back and pulling himself up until he pressed his back against the headboard. Mischief sparkled in his eyes. Stephen was starting to let worry gnaw on his nerves as he stayed where he was. He was aware of his hands fidgeting as he nervously tried to find a position to keep them in. Finally, Jamie spoke. His voice was soft, but authoritative.
“Masturbate for me! ”
Stephen heard the words but didn’t quite grasp them immediately. Stephen sat there for a minute still not sure what to do. Jamie’s quiet voice sounded out again, filling the silence. Stephen blinked as his hand moved to his hard shaft and started running over the surface. He closed his eyes to keep out that feeling of embarrassment. Sure, people had seen him orgasm before and seen him masturbate but it had never been a request, or an order. He wanted to impress Jamie but wasn’t sure what he wanted. Music filled his ears, something that started soft but already he could hear a heavy beat starting to build. One hand moved up to his chest, playing with a tender nipple as the other wrapped around his shaft, pumping in time with the music. He started to relax, starting to get the feel for the movements and the timing now.
He let his fingers pluck the small nub on his chest, reminding himself of the attention the small nipples had gotten earlier. His fist was now matching the heavy base beat of the music as it grew faster and harder. Dropping his hand he moved to caress his balls, holding them in his hand and squeezing gently. The taste of Jamie’s semen still lingered in his mouth, delighting him. His hand moved faster, harder… He wasn’t even aware of movement until two hands grasped his nipples and pulled on the sensitive nubs, hurting him just a bit. His eyes fluttered open as he looked into dark eyes, rapidly approaching his own. Lips pressed against his own as he opened his mouth, allowing tongues to collide and caress. Furious pace now as he rushed towards completion, racing the song to its finish. His knees trembled where he half sat, half knelt on the bed as his hand ran over his balls and its mate ran over his hard, throbbing cock. He felt his balls contract and knew that he couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Please… Please…”
The words came unbidden to his lips as he pulled back, begging for something, he wasn’t sure what. Whatever it was, it was granted by a nod of Jamie’s head. Stephen plunged over the cliff into orgasm. White liquid spilling over his chest and his hand as he came, panting and collapsing forward only to find himself supported by his lover.
Jamie lowered his lover to the sheets, taking care of him the whole time. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of Stephen’s eye before leaning down to kiss his lover. Slow and passionate as Stephen got his breath back. Jamie lowered himself down beside his partner and slowly ran a hand down his arm. Face to face and stomach to stomach they lay there, gently caressing and stroking each other. Whispered words and silent kisses shared as they spoke softly to each other.
Time passed and the touches and kisses grew more passion filled, more demanding. Panting, breathless kisses led the way for true passion. Jamie’s hand caressed Stephen’s stomach briefly before sliding further down to cup the already growing erection. Stephen thrust into his hand. Jamie felt lips caress his collarbone gently before moving up to his neck and around to his ear. He moaned as the pulse point was licked and then nibbled on. Stephen was no blushing virgin. That was for sure.
Stephen fastened himself to Jamie’s neck, licking and nibbling his way. His hand moved down, drawing circles over Jamie’s stomach, getting lower with each circle until his hand came to rest on Jamie’s shaft. He pumped gently, slowly and in a matching rhythm to Jamie’s own hand.
Side by side, they stared into each other’s eyes as they stroked each other to full hardness, both knowing what the next step in their relationship was and both eager to take the plunge.
Jamie pulled away for a second, rummaging under a pillow for a tube. He produced it, almost triumphantly. Stephen laughed at the exuberance before pulling Jamie down to him again. Jamie opened the tube and smeared a little on his finger. Stephen bit his lip and moved until he was on all fours, presenting himself to Jamie. The cool liquid pressed against his entrance and he shivered. Sudden memories of the previous night assaulted his mind as he dropped to the bed, curling slightly. Jamie immediately dropped to his side, picking him up in his arms and holding him closely. He whispered in his ear, soothing and whispering reassurances.
Nathalia’s head whipped up as she sensed something off in the air. She looked over at the couple and saw the shivering and the reassurance passing from Jamie to Stephen. She looked up at Balthion, concern on her face. Balthion’s brow was furrowed as he looked back at her, not sure of what to do.
Stephen felt those strong arms wrap around him and the world was slightly better. Pain faded away and passion and love filled him once more. He felt better. He felt stronger. He felt ready to face whatever the world had to throw at him as long as Jamie was by his side. Warm kisses, comforting in their tenderness, were placed to his neck. He doesn’t push for details just settled for holding his lover and making sure that he knew that he was safe. Stephen looked at Jaime and takes a deep breath.
“You don’t have to… We can wait! ” Jamie’s voice whispered in Stephen’s ear.
“No! ”He blurted out. “No… I want this. I don’t want to stop. Just … Just … let me see you? ”
Jamie examined Stephen’s face, looking for something to show him that it would be a bad idea to continue. Stephen’s lips were set in a tight line as he nodded. He felt better now.
Nathalia looked at Balthion.
“I can help! ”Her voice was quiet.
Balthion looked sceptical. “How? ”
“If I overpower his fear with lust, he won’t dwell on it and then he’ll be able to move past it. ”
Balthion looked back at her, trying to weigh up the options. He wasn’t sure if her way would work. He wasn’t even sure that he should be listening to her, but he had seen her change. He had seen a new side of her. He nodded, taking a chance.
Nathalia spun out a strand of her essence, just enough to colour the air around the pair but not enough to influence them. Doubts faded slightly, enough to remain buried. She watched Stephen relax mentally before starting to relax physically. It was working. She looked up, smiling at Balthion, happy to see him smiling back at her.
Jamie picked up the tube and again, spread a little on his finger. He watched Stephen as he now lay on his back, legs splayed wide. Jamie placed the finger against the opening and started working on preparing his lover, ever mindful of what Stephen was feeling.
Stephen sighed and relaxed, watching his partner carefully start to stretch him, a finger breaching his entrance and slowly twisting. Stephen sighed softly as another finger was added. He started to push down on the fingers as the fingers started to scissor inside him, stretching that tight ring of muscle.
Jamie deepened his explorations, searching with expert ease for that special spot. Running his finger over the rough spot of skin he sent shivers through Stephen’s body, making him arch his back. He watched Stephen’s cock grow even harder as a clear drop appeared at the tip. He wondered for a second whether or not to draw out the preparations a little longer. He decided not too.
He moved slightly, placing a kiss on Stephen’s lips as he ducked over to grab something from the cabinet beside the bed. A small package was quickly torn open and a latex sheath pushed down his hard, strained erection. Stephen smiled, comforting him. Biting his lip, Jamie aligned the tip of his shaft with Stephen’s entrance and started to push in. At first, nothing happened but then the parted muscle spread a little, allowing entry. Jamie pushed into that tight hole, letting the velvety warmth claim him. Stephen bucked his hips as Jamie pushed in, trying to get Jamie to push deeper, to enter him more completely.
Nathalia continued to allow her essence to surround the boys. She was determined to make this memorable for the two boys. She owed them that much for what she had allowed to happen to Stephen.
Slow, languid strokes in and out, a hand wrapped around Stephen’s erection. In and out, Jamie moved his hips drawing his shaft out until it was barely contained within the smooth walls of Stephen’s ass before driving it back in. Stephen sighed and moaned under him, taking Jamie’s entire length. It felt as good as the first time he had experimented back at college. He fit together perfectly with Stephen. Their bodies moved as one. Every stroke he made hit that little pleasure button, driving Stephen wild with want and desire. Stephen clenched around him, vicelike as he urged Jamie on with words of encouragement, lewd and course. Stephen was panting, earlier trauma forgotten as love overcame everything and his hands reached out to find Jamie’s. Fingers intertwined as they slowly and gently made love. Eyes locked as they moved together. Stephen’s hips pulled back as Jamie’s did before they slid back together.
Lust wrapped around Balthion as he felt himself start to grow again. He struggled to fight down the arousal but eventually gave into the sensations. Hedonistic pleasure suffused his being as he let it was over him, enjoying the feelings of lust and desire. It was a heady mix but he let it claim him.
Breathing became harder as they rode the inevitable wave to completion. Heartbeats, visible at the throat became rapid as their hearts struggled to keep pace. Fingers closed bruisingly tight on other fingers as they sped towards orgasm. Shuddering breaths signified release. Stephen’s orgasm hit him hard as he clenched around Jamie hard. Jamie’s own release hit only seconds later. Panting, he leaned down to place a kiss on his lover’s lips. Rising again, he left the bed, wandering over to the shelf to get some wet wipes. With great care, he cleaned Stephen, wiping away the split seed from his chest and abdomen before cleaning his own mess. He dumped the soiled cloths and the condom in the bin before collapsing beside Stephen.
The moment past, Nathalia cancels her essence leaving the boys to relax. A quick flick of her eyes over towards Balthion and a smirk settles on her face. She sees his state of arousal as he sits there, head back and hands gripping the arms of the chair. She slowly licks her lips as she plans and plots.
Reality grabbed him as he realised that the boys were no longer involved in each other. Summoning every drop of strength he had, he cancelled his erection.
Stephen snuggled over to Jamie and settled in against his chest. Jamie’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close. Comforting warmth filled the boys as they just held each other. Tiredness claimed them as eyes fell closed and breathing grew regular.
Nathalia moved over to Balthion, watching the boys as they drifted off to sleep. Her hand moved to take his as she looked up at them.
“Looks like your plan worked, Balthion. They’ve finally found each other. I say we leave them alone for now…” She smiled up at him.
Balthion nodded and allowed Nathalia to transport him back to their apartment in the college dorm.
The world reordered itself into Balthion’s apartment around the pair as they appeared back in the familiar room. Balthion moved away but realised that Nathalia had still not released his hand. He stopped looking down at their joined hands. He was reminded of Jamie and Stephen as he stood there, smiling as he remembered their joining and the joy that they now shared. His thumb brushed over Nathalia’s hand as he stepped back again. He had to admit that he was still surprised at her actions back in Jamie’s room. She had not interfered, instead she had enhanced. Was it possible that just as she influenced him, that she was also being influenced by the angel’s presence?
Balthion realised that his hand was still captured in Nathalia’s as she looked up at him, face to face with wide dark eyes. Looking down into those dark eyes, he suddenly felt no compunction to release her. In fact, he wanted to be closer. He mentally shook himself and tried to explain away the feelings but nothing would come. He shifted his senses to full celestial, worried that this was perhaps Nathalia’s influence over him again. But nothing. It appeared that these were his own feelings. He had to… He should…
His brain tried to grasp for anything at all that he could do to deny the feelings but as mental hands grasped for ideas, they were erased by the beauty of the face looking up at him. He could quite happily sink into the dark purple pools contained in her eyes, taste the red lips and sink into her very soul. Again, he tried to rationalise his feelings but they seemed as hard to define as Nathalia herself. He knew that he was an angel and that love was his core but… Why could he not tear himself away from the daemon?
Nathalia looked up at Balthion, watching uncertainty and something else, more intangible cross his face. She couldn’t quite tell what he was uncertain about but she decided to take a chance. She rose a little on her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. She remembered the last time that she had done that and she just hoped that he did not do the same again. She felt his muscles freeze for a second and then relax. His lips did not move but his body did. He stepped in closer and finally releasing her hand, he wrapped his arms around her waist. She threw her own arms around his neck. Her heartbeat sped up. She felt giddy and calm at the same time.
Balthion felt heat on his face as he pulled back from the kiss. The ghost of her embrace still lingered on his lips. One hand flew to his lips, fingers pressing against them. Disbelief filled him as he realised what he had done. He stumbled backwards, breaking their embrace completely.
“I… I…”
Words failed the angel. Nathalia moved closer again. Taking his hand in hers and looked up at him. Her calm smile reassured him. Balthion could not explain it. He found himself leaning in again and pressing his lips against the daemon’s. He felt her lips part and her tongue lick gently at his lips. On instinct, he let his lips part and her tongue slipped through. Her taste was indescribable, rich and sweet with just the faintest tinge of bitterness behind it. Her tongue pushed deeper into his mouth, tenderly tasting him and teasing him. Breath stopped as he lost himself in her lips.
This time Nathalia moved away, taking his hand and pulling him after her to the bed. The bed, which had been single, now grew, changing as she approached into a large bed more than wide enough for two people to lie side by side comfortably. She sat on the edge, and pulled Balthion down. He followed her with no argument, sitting on the covers and shifting self consciously. His mind was racing but thoughts lingered only fleetingly as he tried to grasp them, to understand what was happening.
Another kiss and his mind blanked. In that instant, he decided that he didn’t care what it meant. Only one thing mattered to him and that thing was right beside him on the bed. His hand went to her shoulder, drawing her closer. She sighed into the touch, pulling back a little. She stood, standing in front of him. His hand fell away. Her hands rose to her shoulders. Balthion’s tongue licked dry lips. With a brush of her hands the straps of her top fell from her shoulders falling down her arms. The top floated lower but still covered her. She held out a hand, asking silently for Balthion’s.
He watches the straps fall and groans a little as skin is revealed. The gap between her breasts had captivated his attention as his mind ran to licking the valley, running his tongue up and down before turning his attention to her pert breasts. He felt her take his hand. The world spun around his head as she placed it firmly on her right breast. He felt her nipple harden at the contact, still covered by the skimpy material. Need overcame him and he pulled the fabric clear revealing the mound. His breath caught as he moved his hand back to settle on her breast. Fingers opening to frame the hardened protrusion before slowly running a finger over it. Soft and slightly rubbery, he massaged it extracting a groan from Nathalia. His other hand moved to her other breast, uncovering it and copying his actions. Fingers abandoned the small nubs to take in the whole of the mound, running over the surface before squeezing it. A moan and he looked up. Nathalia’s head was thrown back, her mouth open but her eyes closed. Already she was in ecstasy.
Her hands moved to his as she placed his fingers on her nipples and encouraged him gently to play with the tender flesh. He rolled them between thumb and forefinger, gently, carefully, as if they would break with the pressure of his fingertips. She moaned again, her hands going to Balthion’s shoulders as her knees threatened to give way. Balthion’s strong arms circled her waist, her nipples temporarily forgotten as he supported her. With a gentle tug, he pulled her down to his lap. She squealed a little at the sudden position change but the smile on her face told him that she was enjoying herself.
Balthion spun her again, placing her on the bed on her back. She wasn’t sure how he managed it but her brain wasn’t ordered enough to ask questions like that. Balthion’s hand hovered just above her skin as his eyes locked with hers. She felt her skin start to tingle. Celestial energy flowed over her. It almost tickled her. She felt her clothes start to disintegrate, breaking down to their individual modules and blowing away. Warm energy bathed her skin as she lay there, eyes closed. She trusted Balthion, she wasn’t sure why but she did. It railed against her very being to be this close to the angel but she couldn’t even contemplate leaving his side. She opened her eyes to look up at the face she had come to know so well. Brown hair framing a handsome face, rugged features nearly always smiling that serene smile that he now wore. Darkest brown eyes looking down at her, taking in every detail. Strong shoulders and a solid chest. She itched to touch him but did not want to move from the warm tingling sensation that covered her now. Every part of her tingled as if she was being touched by a thousand hands. She moaned a little as she shifted, opening her legs to let the feeling take her over. Her hips gyrated as she desperately wanted to be touched, bucking as the tingling feeling settled on her clitoris.
Balthion watched as she rode her arousal, getting ever closer to the inevitable edge. Her hips moved in circles as his hand came to rest just above her mound. He took his hand away, cancelling the celestial energy. It took her a second to realise that the stimulus was gone and to get herself under control. She looked up at the angel questioningly, not trusting her voice. He leaned in and kissed her. Tongues duelled wildly as passion ran high.
Nathalia felt a shift in her partner as he kissed her. She opened her eyes again and looked up. Light filled the room and white filled her vision. Balthion pulled back, leaving her view his celestial form. Full feathered wings extended from his back as he stretched his shoulders. Nathalia reached out to touch them but could not bring herself to touch the pristine whiteness. Balthion’s hand ran over her body, from shoulder to breast to stomach. His eyes locked with hers.
“Show me who you are. ”
Nathalia could barely speak as his hand continued its travels. She nodded and closed her eyes, letting her human disguise fall away. She sat up as her own wings unfolded, dragon like in design with thin purple hued membrane stretched between the bone structures. She extended them out, letting them flutter lightly. Canines sharpened giving her an almost vampiric quality. Tiny, tiny horns, black etched with purple, erupted from her skull, parting the hair and completing her look.
Balthion’s hand cupped her face as he lifted it to once again kiss her. This time he was kissing the real Nathalia and not just the mask she wore as she travelled the world. His tongue ran over the sharp teeth, brushing them gently. She was even more beautiful in her true form than she was in her earthbound body.
Nathalia looked over the still clothed form of Balthion. No longer was he wearing the cream trousers and black shirt he had been wearing. Everything was now washed white. As she sat before him naked, she was eager to have him as exposed as she was. Looking into his eyes, she assured herself that he was not going to freak and leave her if she did what she planned. Just as his did, her hand passed over him causing his clothes to shimmer and fade. His eyes closed as lust rode over his body. Dark strands of power wrapped around his arms and legs, his chest and abdomen. She watched the semi-hard shaft nestled between his legs start to rise and lengthen. Her eyes riveted to the organ. Balthion’s head listed to the side as he enjoyed the sensations, letting lust claim him.
Nathalia slipped to the floor, dropping to her knees. She looked up from her position on the floor, a smirk on her face. Balthion looked lost for a second until Nathalia’s hands came to rest on his knees, pushing them apart. She scooted forward, her hand going to the thick shaft. A moan of pure pleasure ripped from the angel’s throat. Nathalia smiled as she leaned in and licked the entire length of his shaft. Balthion shivered from head to toe. Nathalia laughed lightly at his reaction before leaning in again and starting to lave his shaft. Top to bottom to top again, spending extra time on the tip. His hands fisted in the sheets, grabbing the coverlet and twisting it around his hand. Nathalia smiled up at him as she made an oh out of her mouth and slid his shaft into her mouth. The look on Balthion’s face was priceless.
Nathalia’s hand rose to cup the angel’s balls, starting to caress them and rub them. The angel was making noises that Nathalia had never heard before. Half muttered words and groans, guttural noises and moans. Nathalia’s one thought was to make this special for the angel. She dragged her teeth over the erection, letting them lightly scrape the surface before withdrawing totally and blowing cold air over the tip.
Balthion collapsed backwards on the bed. Nathalia laughed again before sliding her mouth back down onto his erection. His hand found her head and stroked her hair, wrapping his hand around the strands and letting them run through his fingers. His mind was blank as the pleasure drove him closer and closer to the edge. Her mouth was Heaven. Hard suction and a teasing tongue were pushing him over the edge. His body arched as his hands flew back to the sheets, grabbing the crumpled fabric. Liquid surged up through his shaft emptying itself into the daemon’s mouth. A deep satisfying groan filled the room as his orgasm ripped through him. A minute later his eyes opened and he looked at Nathalia, the daemon wiping the corner of her mouth with a finger.
Balthion took the daemon by the hand and pulled her up. He kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her. His hands wandered, caressing her shoulders and down over her breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples. Taking another deep breath, he let his hands roam lower, over stomach, letting skin touch skin. His hand wandered further down, letting his hand touch the dark curls between her legs. Satiny soft hair met his hand as his probed deeper. Nathalia gasps and falls forward onto Balthion. His arms wrap around her and lay her back down on the bed. His hand strayed back down between her legs, spreading her nether lips and finding the button that Nathalia played with as the boys made love to each other. He was captivated by the tiny nub. His fingers played around it, avoiding the actual nub by mere millimetres.
Nathalia felt the circles around her clitoris and begged him to touch her but still the finger circled. She looked up at the angel, her eyes locking with his. He smiled sweetly and granted her request. His finger brushed over her clitoris making her shiver at the sensation. A finger entered her, plunging deep inside her. She arched her back. Infernal energy mixed with celestial energy driving Nathalia to distraction. She pushed down on his invading finger, clenching around him.
Balthion added another finger, letting it slide in, lubricated by the clear liquid that she was producing. Curiosity embraced him and he lifted his fingers to his lips. His tongue snaked out to taste the daemon’s juices. They were sweet, tangy. He dropped down, positioning himself between Nathalia’s legs and let his tongue dart out, letting his tongue flick over her engorged clitoris. She moaned, back arching again. Again and again, that versatile organ flicked over sensitive skin. Her hands moved down to her nipples, adding to the sensation. Pulling at the twin nubs, she concentrated only on the pleasure, letting herself relax and enjoy it. His tongue blurred as he lapped at her clitoris. Nathalia screamed as his tongue wrapped around the little nub. Her orgasm grabbed her suddenly as the angle sucked on her clitoris. Her legs clamped tight around his head as she screamed his name at the top of her lungs.
Balthion waited patiently for her to relax again, slipping out from between her legs in case she clamped down again. He watched her hands fly up to her hair, pushing it back from her eyes as she panted. Her eyes ran over his body, stopping at his once again hardened organ. Balthion took in the lust filled eyes of his mate and smiled down at the daemon. However, he wasn’t ready for what happened next.
Nathalia pushed herself up and pushed Balthion down on the mattress. She kissed him, lust guiding her hands and tongue. She nipped at his throat, his collarbone, his ear. She kissed him again, moving herself over him on hands and knees until she was straddling him.
Balthion let himself be pushed down and ravaged. To tell the truth, lust was in control of him now and he was not complaining. He kissed her devouringly. Something pushed against his shaft and warm wetness engulfed him. He surged upwards, meeting Nathalia’s hips with his own. Tightness massaged him, milking him. Nathalia pushed up, sitting down on him until he was tightly contained within her walls. It felt fantastic. He pushed up as well, cradling her in his lap as they rocked back and forth, eye to eye. His hand stroked her lower back, under her wings, as his hands massaged circles on her back. Their lips met again and again as he slipped in and out of the velvet tunnel. He felt her clench around him as she shivered, half from the orgasm that she had mere minutes ago and half from the orgasm that was currently driving her forward. Balthion’s lips pressed to her pulse point as his hands radiated celestial energy, letting it run over her body, bringing back that tingling sensation.
Nathalia followed his lead and let her infernal energy rope out over Balthion. The dark and light energies combined, feeding back into the casters and carrying both of them into pleasure. Nathalia’s wings extended as she screamed out again, orgasm ripping through her again, stronger than before.
Balthion’s wings stiffened, shaking at his released as he pumped his seed deep inside the daemon, screaming out her name. It was like nothing that he had ever felt before. In that instant he cursed heaven for denying him this pleasure. He shuddered as she milked the last drop out of his shaft.
Sated, they collapsed against each other, panting and shivering. Heads rested against shoulders as they tried to catch their breaths. They looked at each other, love and lust mixing in their eyes as their arms just held each other.
Then all at once, thunder ripped through the building, through the room. A tearing sound ripped around the fabric of reality. Flames leapt up around the bed. Nathalia and Balthion clung to each other.
Forces slipped around the pair, pulling them apart. Nathalia was pulled backwards, towards the flames. Balthion’s hands reached for his lover, fingers grabbing fingers but she slipped out of range, the flames engulfing her.
Air surrounded him, pulling him upwards. His fingers found the sheets as he was lifted upwards, tightening on them as he struggled to move towards the flames. He heard Nathalia’s shrieks. They were getting fainter, more distant. Terror ripped through him as his fingers slipped on the sheets, leaving him rising upwards.
Panic gripped his voice as he cried out. “What is happening? What have I done? ”
Words were not returned, instead his mind put the pieces together, replaying the events of the day. Realisation snapped at his mind. He surrendered to the force pulling him upwards, letting it pull him towards some unknown destination. What else could he do? He had Fallen!
The flames grabbed her, taking form to hold her, trapping her in their heat. She struggled, fighting every inch of the way down. Air was ripped from her lungs until she thought that they would burst. Her heart beat, still racing from her time with Balthion threatened to jump from her chest, deserting her as she had deserted Balthion. Something fluttered past her as she Fell. It felt like claws tearing her skin. Pain embraced her as her wings were snapped backwards, tearing and ripping the membranes as the ether poured past her, catching her for a second before dumping her downward again.
She impacted the black marble floor hard, shattering her legs as she tried to catch herself. She lay there on the cold stone, agony embracing her. Useless wings tried to move but failed miserably. Nathalia tried to stand but came crashing down on to her hands and torso. Tears rolled freely down her face. The salty water traced lines down her face to drip off her chin, falling to the floor. The black marble floor flashed white as her tears were absorbed into the solid surface.
Footsteps sounded behind her and she turned to see. A dark blur moved towards her, solidifying as she blinked her eyes clear. It came closer, slow even steps, hard heels clicking off the floor. A tutting noise echoed around the room, bouncing off the black marble. She tried to crawl in the opposite direction but the pain hindered every movement that she made. A hand grabbed her damaged leg and pulled her backwards, making her scream out in pain as she slid across the floor. More footsteps and he knelt down before her, hands wrapping in her hair, pulling her head up until she was looking at him.
Dominion’s eyes were pure black, his red tinged horns showing through his hairline. His wings were folded behind him. Uneven teeth, jagged and misspaced filled his mouth as he growled down at her. With unexpected speed, his free hand flew, whipping across her face. She flew across the floor, skidding across the smooth surface as he released her hair. Obscenity flew from his lips as he approached her again, slowly, in measured paces. She tried to shy away but it was hopeless. A foot whipped out and connected with her ribs, shattering bone with the force. She screamed out again, her lips forming Balthion’s name without her knowing it.
“Still you call for him? Have you no sense, daemon slut? You bedded an angel, no small feat I grant you but instead of being contrite and apologetic or trying to worm your way out of it, you call for him. You are pathetic. ”
Kicks punctuated his words as he laid into the daemon. Ribs, arms, pelvis, blow after blow rained down on her. She could feel fractures splintering as she opened her mouth wordlessly to scream but her voice deserted her. Again and again, he called her names and injured her some more. She looked up, imploring him to stop but he didn’t. She could make out the outline of his growing erection as he kicked her, his boots shiny with her blood.
“You’ve disgraced me, bitch. You haven’t just screwed yourself, but you’ve screwed me over too. You proud of yourself? ” He sneered at her.
“Yes! ”She spat out the word.
He aimed carefully, before whipping out his leg again and catching her on the jaw. She felt the bone separate as the world darkened around her. Dominion grabbed her hair pulling her up.
“Smart mouth… Let’s see how smart you are when the Tribunal is done with you! ”His voice dripped with venom.
One savage movement and Nathalia was flung against the wall. She heard a crack and crumpled to the floor. She tried to move, tried to crawl but nothing. Her body was wracked with pain. Her vision swam in front of her. Darkness settled on her chest, trying to claim her but Dominion approached once more and pulled her out of it.
“You don’t escape that easily, daughter. I wouldn’t even dream of depriving the Tribunal of their fun! ”
He laughed a cold, hard laugh as he walked away again, moving to stand at the other side of the room as the first of the red robed figures entered the room, closely followed by the processional. Nathalia looked up, panting with the pain as she watched the figures turn from her and take their places. Seats shimmered and formed as they sat, reformed ether coming up to meet them. One seat still sat idle. It was ornate, crafted from gold and silver intermingled with darkest obsidian. The air shimmered above the throne and flames burst forth. A shadowy figure formed and an awed hush fell over the crowd. Nathalia looked up, watching the room, the reactions.
Red eyes looked directly at her, ripping into her very soul. Unimaginable horrors ran through her mind. She saw herself ripped apart, eaten by vultures in the hot desert sun while she squirmed. She watched as knives sliced her flesh, peeling away her flesh layer by layer, all while she lay there begging. Nathalia shivered. And so it continued, each torture more extreme and more painful than the last until her voice gave out, unable to scream with the pain running through her nerves.
Two daemons moved towards her on the mere flick of a wrist in her direction. Leaning down they grabbed her wrists, dragging her after them as they walked to the middle of the room. Two columns ripped through the marble, stretching upwards to the ceiling. The floor rumbled and shook. Nathalia felt fiery pain as shattered bones shook with the reverberations. She was dragged upwards. Her arms moved at unnatural angles. The daemons held up her hands. She looked upwards, trying to see what was happening. She watched, struggling as an iron bar shot out of one of the columns, piercing her hands as they were held up. She couldn’t even bring herself to scream any more, her throat was raw.
Satisfied that she was suspended, the daemons stepped back. Dominion walked over again, standing beside her naked, suspended body. His hand snaked out to caress her before turning back to the assembled tribunal. Nathalia could not struggle as he touched her, the familiar feeling of repulsion spreading over her.
Voice booming, Dominion started to speak. “Dishonourable gentlemen. A heinous act, even by our standards has been committed by my childe. One of our most fundamental rules has been broken and I bring her here to ask for your judgement and your sentence. ”
Nathalia was reminded of a circus master, a ring leader, laying out the show for the spectators. His voice commanded people to look at him and they did. She looked up, even though it pained her to raise her head, looking over the gathered assemblage. Blackened tongues flickered out of infernal mouths in anticipation. Greed and lust filled the air. They rubbed their hands together in anticipation. This may be a tribunal, but only one verdict would be returned, she could already see it in their faces. They delighted in knocking lesser daemons from their perches and tormenting them. Only one impassive figure sat there, not moving.
Dominion’s voice sounds out again. “Nathalia, you were my childe. I counselled you! I nurtured you, turned you into the daemon you are today and how do you repay me? You bed an angel! ”
Nathalia looked up, transferring her pain into venom. She spat back at him. “You counselled me? You nurtured me? You bastard. You call bending me over a bar and entering me with out permission just so you can have the final ingredient to your cocktail, counselling me? You call keeping me tied up while you torture a human, nurturing me? You are sick! You disgust me! Your own kind cannot even bare to have you touch them. You make my skin crawl. ”
Dominion looked at her and smiled, before opening his mouth and laughing.
“What did you expect? Hugs and hearts? May I remind you of your nature? ”
Laughter filled the room. She glared at Dominion.
“I know what I am… And I know what you are! You’re just on a power trip. Getting everything your own way. Throwing parties and choosing some poor daemon, or human, to provide the entertainment. How long to you think you could continue until one of your children rebelled and went against you when provided with an alternative? This is your fault! ”
Dominion’s hand whipped around to hit her across the face. The force caused her hand to rip free from the iron pole, blood spraying over Dominion. His tongue licked out, tasting her blood. She looked away.
“You bitch! ”He sneered. “We’re here to discuss your actions, not mine. ”
Nathalia hung from one wrist. Pain ripped through her again but she was almost beyond it, converting it into anger and strength. Broken bones screamed out but she bit back the scream that threatened to erupt. Instead, with measured words, she spoke.
“They can’t be separated! ”
Dominion raised his hand to hit her again, but a voice stopped him.
“STOP! WE DID NOT COME TO HEAR YOUR PETTY BICKERING! ”
Nathalia looked up at the figure. It was the figure on the throne. The black shadow flowed upwards, moving to stand. It glided across the floor towards him. Dominion moved away from her, standing beside her. The figure flowed forward until it was right in front of her. It’s bony hand reached out, stroking her cheek as she panted up at him, eyes blazing.
Revulsion and hatred filled her as his hand touched her. She straightened a little as she took strength from him. She tried to see his face but there was nothing but the two glowing red eyes surrounded by shadow. He removed his hand, turning to Dominion.
“SHE IS RIGHT! ”
The gathered daemons gasped as the words echoed around the room.
“IT WAS YOUR TASK TO KEEP AN EYE ON HER, TO GUIDE HER, TO MAKE SURE THAT INFRACTIONS LIKE THIS DO NOT HAPPEN. YOU FAILED IN YOUR TASK AND DID NOT NOTICE THAT SHE HAD A GROWING ATTRACTION TO THE LIGHT EVEN BEFORE YOU SUMMONED HER TO YOUR DISGRACE OF A CLUB THE LAST TIME. ”
Dominion tried to say something, but was cut off.
“NOW IS MY TIME. I SPEAK AND YOU LISTEN. ”
The daemon’s hand wrapped around Dominion’s throat lifting him from the ground.
“YOU FAILED, DOMINION. MY TRUST IN YOU WAS MISPLACED. YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR FAILURE NOW. ”
His free hand plunged into Dominion’s chest and ripped something free. It was dark, almost as dark as night. It hung from His hand. A cry echoed out and four dark shadowy figured came from the walls, walking on all fours, like wolves. He flung the dark mass towards them. They caught it in mid air and started ripping it to shreds. Growls and yelps sounded out as they fought over the morsel. Nathalia closed her eyes, not watching what she knew to be Dominion’s soul get ripped apart.
“LET THIS BE A LESSON, MY CHILDREN. HE WHO FAILS ME WILL FOLLOW HIM. ”
Silence filled the room, deafening. No daemon dared to move or even breathe. The shadowy figure turned to Nathalia. Icy cold filled her, making her shudder.
He spoke again. “NATHALIA, CHILDE OF DOMINION, CHILDE OF MINE. YOU WERE TREATED UNKINDLY. INSTEAD OF GUIDANCE, YOU GOT ABUSE. INSTEAD OF UNDERSTANDING, YOU GOT THAT SANCTIMONEOUS HELLSPAWN TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOUR POSITION AS HIS SUBORDINATE. ”
Tears ran freely down her cheeks, crawling down her body to pool at her feet. The marble again turned to purest white. Hope filled her that maybe she would be spared, but as soon as her mind thought that, she knew that it would not happen.
“HOWEVER, MERCY IS NOT OUR NATURE, NOR IS IT FITTING IN YOUR CASE. YOU TURNED YOUR BACK. I SEE ALL, I KNOW ALL. I KNOW THAT YOU DID NOT BED THE ANGEL OUT OF AN URGE TO CORRUPT HIM AS YOU WERE PLANNING TO TELL DOMINION. YOU DID IT OUT OF GENUINE FEELING. YOU ARE IRREDEMABLE TO US, DAUGHTER. I AM SORRY. YOU DID YOU TASK WELL. THE MORTALS HEART IS TAINTED BY THE DARK SIDE AND THIS WILL GROW THANKS TO YOUR PROMPTING. PERHAPS WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT A NEWBORN WAS NOT THE RIGHT DECISION FOR THE TASK. ”
His hand reached out to touch her again. She felt herself nuzzle into the touch without thinking about it.
“FOR YOUR PUNISHMENT, FOR YOU KNOW THAT THIS CANNOT GO WITHOUT PUNISHMENT, IS TO SHARE YOUR LOVERS FATE. WHATEVER PUNISHMENT HEAVEN POURS ONTO THE ANGEL, YOU WILL SHARE. ”
Sounds from the gathered daemons signified their unhappiness with the decision. The shadowy figure turned and again silence spread out from his glare. Amusement poured off him as he turned back towards Nathalia.
“THEY BELIEVE THAT THIS IS A MERCIFUL PUNISHMENT, BUT BELIEVE ME IT IS NOT. YOUR CRIME WAS FALLING FOR AN ANGEL, UNFORGIVEABLE FOR US BUT WE UNDERSTAND SIN, WE UNDERSTAND DESIRE AND PROMOTE IT. HEAVEN DOES NOT. HE FELL FOR EVIL AND EMBRACED IT. THAT IS A FAR MORE SERIOUS CRIME IN HEAVEN AND HIS PUNISHMENT IS GOING TO BE BRUTAL, AS IS YOURS. PREPARE YOURSELF! ”
Nathalia looked up, still not knowing what to expect. Pain burned through her as fire burned through her. It ran down her back and she felt a wing sever and fall to the ground. Silence was broken by cheering as the crowd gathered, leaving their seats to move closer. The shadow moved back to sit on his throne again.
Slice after slice bit through her as she was ripped apart. She screamed an unending scream as minutes drew themselves out. Her voice ran out, but her soul still screamed as it was ripped out of her body. Pain, her constant companion, left her, abandoning her as she lay on the ground, whole again for a moment. Darkness claimed her as the ether expelled her from Hells domain. Bright light blinded her. She was disorientated.
She struggled to keep a grip on her memories but found that they were missing. She had no memory of what she was, of who she was and she was cold, terribly cold. Something was wrong but she could not figure out what it was. She rose shakily to her feet and took a step. She was sore but she could not remember why. She was blank, empty, alone. She cried. Loss filled her but she did not know what she had lost. Her soul was in agony and she did not know why.
Back in the tribunal room, the shadow turned to the assembled daemons.
“IT IS DONE! ”
Inexplicable forces grabbed him, holding him tight as they pulled him up through the air. Air wrapped around him, keeping him from fighting as he was pulled upwards through the ether. The ceiling parted letting him through. As it closed again behind him, he saw the room reorder itself back to the bare condition that he had found it in. The world struggled to wipe out his influence over it.
“What is happening? What have I done? ”
He tried to claw his way back down, towards the world but failed. Everything faded out around him as his mind caught up with what was happening. He had Fallen. He had given into temptation and temptation demanded it’s price. Light surrounded him, rolling in, closing in all around him. Breath came hard to him as the light entered him, almost tearing through him. Blood spattered down his back as he was dumped into Heaven’s realm.
The room was large, sky designed. It was stereotypical of what mortals pictured when they pictured heaven. The ceilings and walls looked like the sky, complete with cloud murals. It was supposed to be calming but Balthion felt anything but calm. He pulled his wings forward, looking at the damage. White wings dripped red with blood, soiling the soft ground beneath his feet. He pulled his hands away, looking at the blood. Tears filled his eyes, spilling over, down his cheeks. He fell to his knees, letting the ground support him. He looked down, noting that he was still naked. Shame filled him and he clothed himself again, wrapping a white sheet around his waist. He wiped his hands on the sheet, trying to clear them of his blood but the blood would not be shifted. It was hot and wet on his hands. He crumpled.
He remembered the touch of her skin against his, the taste of her lips against his own. He remembered the passion, the heat, the love that passed between them, but now it was gone. Torn away from him as soon as he had found it. His heart felt as if it had been ripped from his chest. But he knew that this was just the start of it.
Footsteps sounded behind him but he could not bring himself to turn around to look. The footsteps walked around him and he was aware of someone kneeling down beside him and taking him into warm strong arms. Balthion held his form stiff for seconds but then collapsed into the arms of the man holding him. Celestial senses told him who it was. A voice whispered quietly in his ear.
“My boy, I am so sorry. I failed you. I should have been there for you. I… I…I should have stepped in. I am sorry. Please, forgive me. ”
Kheramite’s voice whispered, repeating the words again and again as he held the boy, not caring about the blood staining his own white robes. Balthion looked at his mentor, looking through tear blurred eyes.
“It wasn’t your fault, Kheramite. It was my own. I was the one who Fell. I… I love her and I know I shouldn’t, but… But I can’t help it. ”
Kheramite held Balthion close. “I know, boy, I know. ”
What sounded like a hundred sets of feet echoed around them as angels surrounded them. Balthion looked up, seeing their white forms. He closed his eyes, trying to find the strongest part of himself. He looked up at Kheramite and pleaded with his eyes. The older angel nodded and with an arm, helped Balthion to his feet.
Balthion almost fell as he struggled to stand. His mind filled with her face and he found his core. Whether he liked it or not, she was part of him, and he knew it. He knew it and didn’t regret it. He reached inside to touch the core of his love and found her name written all over it. He smiled at Kheramite, nodding slightly to the angel. Kheramite stepped back just out of reach.
Balthion wiped his eyes, allowing him to see the gathered people. White clothed angels stood in a circle around him. They looked identical. Black hair, dark eyes, long dark cloaks thrown back over their shoulders, hoods down as they stood there. Each of them stood, feet slightly apart, hands clasped together on the pommel of a gleaming sword.
Balthion gasped involuntarily as realisation settled on him. These were the chosen warriors. Rumours circulated Heaven that they existed but no one that he had ever spoken to about them had ever seen them. This did not bode well.
Sighing, Balthion straightened himself up. He had experienced mortal love, different from celestial love, so different, and he had found the woman that he wanted, that he loved but she had been taken from him. It couldn’t get any worse.
He closed his eyes offering up a silent prayer. He did not ask for forgiveness, for it would have been insincere. He did not ask for mercy, for he knew that he should receive none. His prayer this time was one of apology, of pleading, not for himself but for Nathalia. He asked his Master to intercede on her behalf.
“SELFLESS TO THE LAST, MY ANGEL. ”
The voice boomed around the room, startling Balthion a little. He turned, expecting to see a presence behind him but only the faintest of impressions played on his psyche. He bowed his head as he waited, sure that judgement would be forthcoming.
“BALTHION, YOU HAVE TRANSGRESSED. YOU HAVE FALLEN. YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH AN INFERNAL BEING. SUCH THINGS ARE NOT TAKEN LIGHTLY HERE. DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY FOR YOURSELF? ”
Balthion tried to order his thoughts. Anything that he said now would be just an excuse so he held his tongue. Kheramite stepped forward.
“Father, please forgive your angel. Let this punishment befall me instead. I should have been watching closer, expecting distress, expecting her to beguile your loyal subject. It is my fault for not being there…”
Balthion turned, put his arm on Kheramite’s arm, shaking his head. He stopped, sadness sitting on his face.
“Please, Balthion, please let me intercede on your behalf. Let me take your punishment from you. ”
Balthion saw tears sit in Kheramite’s eyes as Balthion shook his head again. He could not let his teacher accept a punishment for something that he had done.
“KHERAMITE, YOU INTERCESSION WAS EXPECTED. ” The voice boomed again. “I WOULD NOT EXPECT ANY DIFFERENT FROM YOU. BUT I CANNOT LET YOU TAKE THE BURDEN FROM HIM. HE KNEW THAT HE COULD TURN TO YOU OR INDEED TO MYSELF FOR HELP AND GUIDANCE BUT HE DID NOT. ”
Balthion spoke softly, knowing that his words would carry. “She did not beguile me. At the start she did everything in her power to annoy and trick me but she did not succeed. Then, she was simply there. I found myself missing the conversation, the actions, the fights between us when she was gone. I comforted her. I could not help but comfort her. And then… Then we started to work together and I fell in love with her. ”
He turned to Kheramite. “It is not your fault. I was mine. But I would not change a single thing that I have done. ”
Kheramite stepped closer to him and pulled him into an embrace again. Balthion returned it and stepped back.
“Lord, I am ready for your judgement. ”
He folded his bloody wings back, as he stood, proud and tall.
“BALTHION, YOU FELL IN LOVE. YOU WERE TEMPTED, JUST AS THE FIRST MORTALS WERE TEMPTED AND YOU GAVE IN. THEY WERE RELEASED FROM PARADISE AND HAVE STRUGGLED TO FIND THEIR WAY BACK IN EVER SINCE. THE SAME SHALL HAPPEN TO YOU. YOU SHALL BE STRIPPED OF YOUR CELESTIAL HERITAGE, OF YOUR DIVINE BEING AND EJECTED FROM MY PRESENCE. ”
Balthion took a deep breath, looking to Kheramite. He was trying to be strong, but his resolve threatened to break.
“How does this happen? ”
Kheramite removed his half moon glasses and rubbed his eyes. His voice was strained.
“Your celestial body must first be destroyed. Once this is done, you will be put out of Heaven’s kingdom. ”
Balthion nodded, taking a deep breath. He pulled on his strength and love.
His voice trembled as he said, “I’m ready. ”
The angels surrounding him stood to attention. Their swords clinked as they left the ground. As one, they approached the pair. Kheramite was shuffled off to one side. Balthion spread his arms, letting his wings extend.
He closed his eyes, unable to let himself watch his own destruction. The blade felt like fire as it entered his flesh, slicing cleanly through the skin. A thump and Balthion felt unbalanced. He realised that one of his wings was gone, severed. Tears fell down his face. The reality of the situation hit him. He had no idea what he would do now. He did not know where he would be sent. Fear gripped him. He struggled not to cry out.
Another stroke of a sword and he felt another burning sensation as the second wing was removed. He could not hold back this time and cried out in agony. Strike after strike, swords piercing his flesh. He could no longer stand. He couldn’t form a word. He wanted to beg for mercy but he couldn’t He pictured Nathalia’s face. He focused on it, drawing strength from it, from her. He trusted in his Lord and Master. He fell on his face, rolling over. A sword sat on his neck, pressing at his throat. Something changed in him. He looked at Kheramite and smiled, finally at peace.
“My mentor, my strength so many times. I have let you down. I apologise and humbly beg your forgiveness. ”
Kheramite looked at his angel and smiled back. “You have it, Balthion. ”
Balthion took a deep breath and let it out, preparing for the end. He looked up at the angel above him, waiting. Faith filled him as the sword descended.
Kheramite looked away, sending a silent prayer upwards. “Please, spare him the heartbreak of losing her. Let him forget, Lord. Please. ”
He felt a wave of love wash over him as he looked down on the celestial body lying on the ground before him as the warrior angels stepped back away from the body, returning to wherever they hid while they were not needed.
Balthion awoke on a dirty street between two dustbins. A white sheet covered him. He looked at his hand, seeing it still covered in blood. Panic filled him as he stood, trying to back away. He saw himself in a puddle. His hands flew to his face as he looked at his reflection.
He could not remember his name. The face looking back at him was not familiar. Something tugged at him, as if there was something that he was trying to pull from his memory, but nothing came. He felt that something was missing, something intangible but he didn’t know what it was. He pulled the sheet around himself and stepped into the world.
A figure stepped from the shadow, stepping into the light but staying in the alleyway. The boy had returned to Earth, mortal but without destiny and without memory, with the chance to start over. He sighed. It hurt to lose an angel but there was always hope.
“Good luck, Balthion. I hope you find her again somewhere. ”