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Hands slip around his waist as soft lips press against he back of his neck, making him jump and almost drop the plate that he was washing. He turned slightly, lips meeting lips. Hands roamed over his body, slipping under his shirt to caress his body. Jamie caught the hand with his wet hands and pulled it out. He raised it to his lips and kissed he palm before turning around to face his lover.
“You know the rules, Stephen. Study first and then fun! ” Jamie tried to sound stern but he was smirking.
Stephen pouted adorably, making Jamie relent slightly and lean in and kiss his lover. His hand, still wet and covered in soap suds, went to Stephen’s long shaggy hair. He had decided that he was letting it grow out, mainly because of a comment had made a few months earlier. It turned out that Jamie had a thing for men with slightly longer hair. Of course, now Jamie had a thing for him, a very significant thing with him and neither of them had ever been happier.
Jamie pulled back from his boyfriend. “That’s it. That’s all you get. Study and then… Maybe I’ll do something nice to … I mean for you. ”
Jamie’s hands went to his shoulders as he turned Stephen around and patted his ass back towards the living room of his house. Stephen grumbled but headed, a bit wet hand print on his ass.
Stephen settled down on the couch and pulled out his economic books. He had made a deal with Jamie shortly after he had started going out with him that he would study and not skip any more classes. To enforce this study regime, Jamie refused to do anything more than kiss him until he had all his homework done. Stephen found it quite sweet that Jamie cared so much for him and his grades. Of course, Stephen wouldn’t have gone through with the restriction if Jamie had not been fantastically gifted in the sack.
Stephen chewed on the end of his pen as he thought back on the past six months. It had been a whirlwind romance, he had to admit. From the moment that he had seen Jamie standing there in a towel on the doorstep, dripping wet, he had been in love. Their first time together… It had felt like someone had given him the second half of his soul.
He hadn’t looked back since then… He looked up from his book, watching Jamie dance around the kitchen with a broom to music from before either of them had been born. He laughed and put the books aside. Screw the rules this once.
He walked back into the kitchen and leaned against the doorway, waiting for Jamie to see him. It didn’t take long. Jamie looked at him, mock anger written on his face. He walked over to Stephen and gathered him up in his arms and kissed him deeply and passionately.
Breaking off the kiss, he growled into his neck, “You were supposed to be studying. ”
Stephen smiled, “I have something much more important to do first. ”
Jamie pulled Stephen away from the doorframe and pushed him back against the wall, trapping him. His hand moved down, cupping Stephen’s shaft through his pants. Stephen moaned softly. Jamie’s hand moved up to undo the buttons, eager to get things started. Stephen groaned as Jamie’s hand slipped inside his trousers, pulling his shaft out to massage it.
Footsteps sounded behind them and they both turned to look.
“I’m not looking! I’m not looking! I’m not looking! ”
Sam ran through the house with her hand over her eyes as she put a bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. She was well used to them at this stage and would swear that there wasn’t a room in the house that they hadn’t christened at least twice.
Stephen heard Jamie growl again, not with lust this time but with annoyance.
“Bedroom…Now! ”
Stephen quickly tucked himself back inside his jeans and followed his boyfriend to their bedroom. He had just closed the door when he found himself pinned against the wooden structure. Demanding kisses were placed against his lips as Jamie claimed him again.
Jamie stepped back, letting his eyes rove over his lover before dragging him away from the door and dumping him on the bed. Stephen’s face lit up with a grin as Jamie climbed on the bed with him. He straddled Stephen, crawling on his hands and knees until he was directly above his lover, looking down at him. He leaned down and kissed his boyfriend. His lips pressed against Stephen’s, tongue seeking entrance. Slow passionate kisses, shared between two people who loved each other and trusted each other completely. There was nothing better.
Jamie smiled as his hand sneaked under the pillow to pull out something that he had been hiding for later. Sometimes his self control wasn’t exactly up to par. His hand closed over the black leather as he pulled it out.
“Close your eyes! ”
The order was given with a very soft voice but Stephen knew better than to grumble. Not that he particularly wanted to grumble. He closed his eyes. A quick kiss was placed on his lips, fleeting but nice. His head was lifted as something fitted over it. He smelt leather, it’s distinctive smell filling his nostrils. Whatever it was, and Stephen now had a good guess, it fitted snugly over his eyes. He was blindfolded. His breathing started to quicken in anticipation.
Jamie kissed his lover again. Sitting up, he started undressing his boyfriend. He slowly undid the buttons of the shirt, pushing it back. He ran his hands down Stephen’s chest, nails leaving little red trails on the skin. Teasing, he runs his thumbs over the other man’s nipples causing them to tighten and stand out. Leaning in, he licked them, tasting them, teasing them, nibbling on the small nubs.
Stephen moaned, every touch was amplified by the lack of vision. He felt the nails, delighting in the sensation. He groaned as Jamie pulled back. A noise beside him made him smile again. It was a vague clinking sound that he knows well. Cold metal caresses his wrists as handcuffs snap into place. His arms are pulled up and hitched to a hook on the headboard. Stephen put up a slight struggle, token really before collapsing back down to let Jamie have his wicked way.
Stephen felt Jamie move, no longer straddling him. Hands went to the waistband of his jeans, unhooking the buttons again. The jeans were tugged down unceremoniously and tossed somewhere else. Stephen couldn’t care where. Hands ran up his legs, stopping just before they reached his cock, already hard and aching. Cold breath wrapped around his shaft, making him gasp with the sudden contrast. A warm, velvety mouth engulfed him. He arched up into the contact, driving his shaft deeper into the sucking mouth. He felt Jamie move again, changing his position until Stephen felt something poke at his lips. He opened them, tasting Jamie. He sucked his lover’s shaft in deep, letting it slide into his throat. His tongue played over the underside, teasing, playing.
Jamie moaned around Stephen’s shaft. His boyfriend knew exactly how he liked it. Jamie’s hand cupped Stephen’s balls, squeezing them gently before moving lower. His finger played around the entrance hole. He watched it flex. Stopping for a second, he lets Stephen’s shaft fall from his mouth while licking his finger. He dropped it again, letting it push against the rosy entrance and enter. He felt the vibrations as Stephen moaned around his shaft. He pushed the finger in deeper, wiggling it slightly.
Stephen moaned in delight as he felt the finger push into him. He tried to concentrate on the shaft in his mouth but soon he was just moaning, bucking against the restraints and trying to get Jamie to deepen his explorations. He knew that Jamie knew exactly where to touch him and he knew that Jamie was just playing with him now. The finger danced around his prostrate, teasing him. He could feel the breath against his shaft. He could feel the pre-cum dripping from the head of his shaft.
The world exploded in a spectrum of light as Jamie’s fingers found that sweet spot, rubbing it over and over again. Jamie’s mouth captured him again, just before the orgasm overtook him and he pumped his seed into his lovers mouth. He lay there for a moment panting before attacking his lovers shaft with renewed vigour. His tongue twisted around the shaft, flicking the point where the foreskin joined the shaft. He felt his lover jerk upwards. His leg trembled against Stephen’s arm telling Stephen that Jamie was close. Stephen moaned, sending vibrations through the shaft again as he swallowed.
Jamie cried out as his orgasm overtook him. He felt Stephen swallow around him, taking the liquid into his mouth and then letting it slide down his throat. Jamie’s arms trembled, dropping him down onto his lover. He lay there for a second before pushing up again and moving to lie beside his lover.
“You know, Stephen, you look really hot like that. ” Jamie’s voice was soft and seductive in his ear.
Stephen moved slightly, turning to face his lover. Jamie’s hand went to his face, removing the blindfold. Stephen smiled up at his boyfriend as he was unhooked from the headboard. Keys clink in the handcuffs as they are removed.
Stephen snuggled up to Jamie, letting the older man take him in his arms.
“You don’t have any plans for the weekend, do you? ” Jamie asked Stephen, placing a kiss to his boyfriends temple.
“No. Not that I know of… Why? ”Stephen asked.
“It’s our six month anniversary on Saturday and I’ve got the weekend off. ”He punctuated the words with tiny kisses, moving steadily lower until he was nuzzling Stephen’s neck. “I was planning on heading down to Dad’s cabin in the woods. You know the place. ”More kisses. “Deserted. Middle of nowhere. Just us! No Sam interrupting us whenever we’re in the middle of something. ”
Stephen smirked. “I think I can be free this weekend. ”
Jamie pulled him closer, just holding him and letting his hands wander over his boyfriends body. Every night Stephen thanked whatever force had introduced him to his lover. He had been confused, afloat on a sea of sexual discovery before he met Jamie but now he was happy, truly content. He could not imagine being anywhere else in the world but in his lover’s arms.
“Love you. ”He murmured as he squeezed Jamie’s arm.
He felt Jamie’s grip tighten around him as the words were returned. “Love you too. ”
Warm and happy, he closed his eyes and let sleep claim him.
The groceries went flying, spilling over the pavement as the bag flew from her hands. She landed with an oomph. Screeching brakes sounded in the street along with the muffled curse from an open window. In an instant, she was surrounded. Concerned voices echoed around her as her hand goes to her head.
“Don’t move! ”
She looks up into the face of the man kneeling over her. His dark eyes were edged with concern. His hand rested lightly on her forehead, his voice soothing her. Her eyes closed as darkness closed in around her. She focused all her attention on his face, something pulling on her mind. He was so familiar but the memory was just out of reach.
Darkness claimed her, leaving her unconscious on the street. The man screamed for someone to call the emergency services. His eyes fall on the driver, who is currently pulling on spectators arms and telling them that it wasn’t his fault.
“Shut the hell up! ” He shouted.
“Look, she walked out in front of me. Nothing I could do! ”The driver protested.
The man glared until the driver closed his mouth as he kept his finger on the beautiful white throat of the girl on the ground in front of him, monitoring her. His other hand stroked her forehead, brushing her hair back from her eyes. He sent up a silent prayer. He couldn’t quite work it out but he felt drawn to her…
Sirens blared as the ambulance sped around the corner. He was pushed backwards as they stepped in, accessing the situation and administering care. His questions, where she was going, how was she, were answered curtly as he buzzed around her. He watched as one of the EMTs pulled away his hand, seeing it covered in red liquid. His heart stopped as he realised the implications. In that instant, he watched the technicians switch into high gear, becoming instantly more professional, working harder, faster.
Fear grabbed him, collecting around his spine and making him sweat. He watched the woman being bundled into the ambulance. He sighed as the door closed behind the technicians, hiding the woman from view. The crowd started to disperse, the drama over. Police had come and were having not so friendly words with the driver. He watched the ambulance drive off, sirens blaring and lights washing over the buildings. He sighed. Looking around, he found himself still in the middle of the road, surrounded by broken and battered groceries. At his feet lay a handbag, brown leather, small, dainty. He bent, picking it up. Inside lay a wallet. He pulled it out and looked at it. An ID card proclaimed it to be the fallen woman’s purse.
Without thinking, he started to walk away. A taxi waited on the other side of the street, still sitting there after depositing a fare, watching over the organised chaos resulting from the accident. He opened the door, and sat in the back. It took him a moment to recall the name of the hospital. Untangled strings of what must be destiny pulled him towards the hospital. He could not help but feel worried about the fate of the woman. Some part of him deep inside told him that it was just a woman, a random face on the street, no different than those he past every day on the way to work. But another part, and the part of his brain currently winning the internal war, said different.
He was working on autopilot as he paid the taxi driver and made his way into the Emergency Department. Chaos brewed in storms between these walls. Harried staff pushed past him, not even looking at him. He walked up to the desk.
“I’m looking for someone, a woman, car accident, brought in earlier? ”
The nurse working on the desk looked at him unblinkingly. She was well used to these types of queries. No name, no information, just a “can you help me”.
“What’s her name? ” The nurses fingers hovered over the keys.
He pulls out her wallet and flips to the ID card.
“Leigh Smith,” he answers, looking up hopefully.
The nurses fingers fly over the keys looking for any entries that match that name but draws a blank.
“Sorry, Sir. There is no one here of that name. ”The nurse tries to dismiss him.
“Well, she might have been brought in under another name or no name. ”He is starting to get panicked for reasons he can’t quite grasp. “See I found her handbag at the scene after the ambulance left. Please, can you have another look. It was on Charles Street. Please? ”
The nurse looked over the man and seeing the genuine distress on his face, relented and had another look. Fingers typed in details again and she looked at the screen.
“There was a woman… We don’t have a name for her. ” The nurse read from the screen.
“How is she? ”His voice cracked.
If she hadn’t given a name, she may still be unconscious. He worried about her.
“Are you family? ” The nurse asked.
“No…”He answered, truthfully. “But she’s important to me. ”
The words were out of his mouth before he realised but in that instant he knew they were true. The nurse chewed her lip for a moment, trying to decide what to do.
“Please. ”He pleaded, trying to make the woman relent.
“I shouldn’t be telling you this, but…” The nurse looked around. “She’s in theatre now. She was seriously injured. We are waiting for blood to be shipped in from another hospital. If you know her family, I’d suggest contacting them soon. ”
His shoulders dropped as he heard the news. Fear once again gripped him, refusing to let go. He held fast to the desk as his legs threatened to vanish from beneath him. He dug through her purse again, looking for contact numbers, anything that he could do. He needed to focus on something right now. Needed to find something to do…His mind latched onto something that the nurse said.
“Please, just one more detail. ” He asked, pleaded. “What type is she? ”
The nurse looked puzzled.
“She needs blood. What type? Please? ”
The nurse smiled. It wasn’t often that someone was so attached to their partner that they made such a heartfelt plea. She looked up the file again, reading out the details.
“She’s B negative. ”
He dug through his own pockets, looking for his medical information card.
“I’m B negative. Can I be of some help? ”
The nurse smiled. It wouldn’t hurt to cross check the man’s blood just in case. She moved out from behind the counter and put a hand on his shoulder and led him to a curtained area. He was already pulling up his sleeve, willing to give blood. It never once struck the nurse that he may be anything less than genuine. She left him there for a minute as she went to get one of the kits. His leg was bouncing nervously as she returned. He was agitated, worried. She tried to calm him down but he was uptight. It was only when she said that she wouldn’t be able to extract any blood if he hadn’t calmed down that he actually tried to calm himself down. The other nurses would love this, she thought to herself as she prepped him.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down but the only image that came to him was her face as her eyes closed, unconsciousness claiming her. Pain shot through him for a moment as the needle slid in. He tried to concentrate on the nurses soothing voice. Warm red liquid shot out of his arm and into a small bag. Before he realised it, the nurse was done, talking to him still in those soothing tones.
“There we go, Sir. Now if you wait there for a few minutes, I’ll see if I can arrange to have you taken up to surgery. If you feel faint, just push that button and I’ll come back. ”
The nurse disappeared out of the curtained area, leaving him alone with his thoughts. The morning had been a nightmare. Running late for work, something that was most unlike him, and then seeing the accident. It hadn’t been a choice to get involved. It was just something that he knew he had to do. He didn’t know what it was but something seemed to be driving him forward towards this woman and he had to know what.
About thirty minutes later, the nurse reappeared.
“Good news. The blood was useable and the operation went well. She’s in recovery now. ”
He relaxed visibly when he heard the words, making the nurse smile.
“So… Would you like to go up? ”
Nodding vigorously, he stammered out that he would. The nurse walked him to the elevator and up to the surgical floor. They stopped at the nurses station.
“Girls, this was the man I was telling you about. Take good care of him. ”
Broad smiles greeted him as the nurse wished him good luck, returning to her duties. Another nurse, equally kind of face, took him by the arm and walked him to a room.
“She’s in here. She’s still out of it, but I’m sure having her boyfriend beside her will help her get better. ”
He turned to correct the nurse but something stopped him. He just smiled and entered the room. The room was simple, white floored with antiseptic green walls. A single bed lay in the middle of the room, backed onto a wall. Tubes and machinery made noise as they worked away. He moved forward, to the edge of the bed. His hand reached out to take hers. He rubbed his thumb over her skin, gently, carefully as he looked down on her. Her brown hair was trapped under bandages as a purple bruise spread across her cheek, just starting to darken. She was beautiful, truly beautiful.
He pulled a chair closer and sat beside her, watching, talking, telling her his life story, or at least what he remembered from the past three years. He told her about waking up in the alley way in a sheet, about his good fortune, being taken in by a kind family to recuperate, getting a job in a local shelter for troubled teens, about his work since then. He didn’t know if she could hear him and he didn’t care. The silence was deafening and he felt a need to fill it.
Hours passed and he ran out of words. Sleep claimed him.
Light filtered through billowy drapes as he looked around. Music filled the room, barely audible but still present. He looked down at himself to find that he was dressed in white and cream. Cream trousers with a white shirt all neatly pressed and of top quality. Footsteps sounded out behind him and he turned. There she stood, resplendid in a long satin black dress. She flies to him, letting him take her up in his arms and hold her there, feeling her close. Tears ran down her face as he looked into her deepest purple eyes.
“I thought I lost you! ” Her voice broke with pain and sorrow, causing his heart to melt as he held her.
“Never, my love. ” His voice soft, comforting.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, tasting salty tears over her lips as he kissed her. The kiss was soft, gentle, nothing but a brush of lips against lips. She looked up at him as he pulled back, a smile touching her lips.
She took his hand, raising it to her lips as she kissed it. Her breathing was shuddering as she tried to calm down, trying to stop the flow of tears. Balthion lifted Nathalia’s face, kissing her cheeks. Her arms wrapped around him as she held him gently.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It was my fault that you fell. I should have stayed away from you. I should have …”
Balthion looked deep into Nathalia’s eyes, a finger covering her lips, stopping her from speaking.
“My love, my daemon. It was not your fault. It was my choice to make. My choice. I could have stepped back at any time. I loved you. I love you. I would make the same decision a thousand times and more. Falling was simply the price I paid for loving you and I would pay it again, my love. ”
Nathalia gave in to her emotions again, letting her tears run freely again. She kissed his finger as it rested on her lips until he withdrew it.
“I love you too. ”
The words sounded weak on their own but it was all that she could string together. She was overcome with emotion, overcome with feeling as she was reunited with her one true love. She held him close, letting her body mould to his as her arms embraced him and his embraced her. She nuzzled his neck, showing him in actions more than words how much he meant to her.
A bed appeared behind them, white satin sheets with soft downy covers. Balthion lifted his love in his arms and carried her to the bed. He slipped her dress from her shoulders baring her to him as he let his hands run over her skin. Smooth hands met smooth skin as he kissed every inch of it. Her own hands ran over his clothes and then his skin. He laid Nathalia out on the bed and caressed her, kissed her. His tongue ran over her as they got reacquainted. He dove into her, body and spirit as their souls intertwined never to be separated again. Black and white wrapped around each other as they mingled, their essences becoming one. Completion grabbed both lovers as orgasm overtook them. They lay there, panting, kissing in each others arms.
“I am yours,” Balthion whispered in Nathalia’s ear as he held her.
“And I am yours… Forever, my love! ”Nathalia whispered back.
Heartbeat to heartbeat, they stayed for as long as possible until the dream started to unravel around them.
He woke with a start, realising that he had fallen asleep still holding her hand. Looking up, he found her looking down at him, a wide smile on her face. Her hand gripped his as she smiled down at him. He stood, pushing the chair backwards as he fumbled for words.
She giggled lightly as he flustered. She raised his hand to her lips and kissed it.
“My angel…”Her voice, light and soft, just like it had been in the dream lifted to his ears.
“The dream…”He started. “It was… You had it too? ”
The connections aligned themselves in his brain as it all slotted into place. He looked at her, his mouth closing and forming into a smile. He sat on the side of the bed, leaning in close to her as she reached out to hug him. Her lips brushed against his and the dream relived itself in vivid colour. A blush rose on his cheeks, matched in hers. Everything felt right. He leaned in for another kiss, deeper this time when a noise behind him almost knocked him from the bed.
“Ahem. I see that you are getting acquainted with Ms. Smith here. ”
He turned, looking at the white robed doctor standing at the end of the bed with a chart. He could not help but think that the doctor was familiar. Grandfatherly in appearance, he looked at both of them over gold rimmed spectacles.
“Ms. Smith, everything went as expected and I can see that you are already feeling better. We’re going to keep you in until the end of the week so that your stitches have a chance to heal fully. ”
Nathalia looked up at the doctor and then at the man standing at her bedside. She wanted to leave now, to have him take her in his arms and carry her off like the white knight that he was to her.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Smith. It seems like Mr. Johnson here has made quite the impression on the nurses. I’m sure there won’t be any problem with him keeping you company. ” The doctor chuckled quietly.
The couple shared a look, happy that they were not to be separated. Balthion leaned in and gave Nathalia a quick kiss, making her smile. The doctor wrote some quick notes at the bottom of the chart before turning to leave.
Balthion watched as the doctor walked out through the door and out into the hallway. A quick squeeze of reassurance and he followed the doctor.
“Doctor,”he said as he caught up with the kindly old man. “She’s really going to be okay? ”
“Of course, my boy. The surgeon did excellent work. She’ll be good as new in a couple of days. ” He turned to walk away again but turned back. “Would you accept some advice from an old man? ”
Balthion looked up at the doctor. “Of course. ”
The doctor stepped in close, dropping his voice. “You gave up a lot for this woman, my boy, appreciate every moment you have with her. Live your lives to the fullest, love her as she needs to be loved. Hold nothing back. If you do… Then it was all in vain. Be well, my boy and remember my words. ”
He watched the doctor turn away again and start down the hallway. He wasn’t entirely sure how the doctor had known. He turned to head back towards Nathalia’s room. A final question crossed his mind.
“Doct…”Balthion’s voice dropped off as he looked down the empty hallway.
There was no sign of the elderly doctor. Shaking his head, he walked back towards Nathalia. He sat on the edge of the bed again and leaned in, kissing her. All thoughts of the kindly old doctor were gone but the words still remained. Balthion resolved to follow the doctor’s advice as he gathered Nathalia into his arms.
Nurses came and went, checking over her progress and marvelling at the cute couple. They suggested that he go home and get some sleep in a proper bed but nothing they could say would make him leave Nathalia’s side. Days passed and Friday finally arrived. They left the hospital hand in hand, stepping into the wide world ready to embrace anything that life could throw at them. They weren’t alone anymore. They had each other and together…They could face anything.
He fell…
But that wasn’t the end.
A second chance, the hidden gift that Heaven had given him, had been accepted.
They lay together now, wrapped around each other as they kissed gently.
Angels Fell and Daemons too. But only then could they live as one. Soul to soul and body to body. Sharing everything. Hiding nothing.
Never to be parted again.
Darkest eyes looked into deep brown orbs as words were murmured.
“I love you! ”
A phrase so easily given for others carried a wealth of soul aching meaning for the couple.
The highest priced asset in their lives would never be taken away again. This they swore. Never would they leave each others sides.
With all that they had been through and with the heritage they shared. They knew that not even death would separate them.
Of course, that inevitable event would not happen for a long time yet. For now, they were beginning, a clean slate granted by Heaven and Hell.
And they were making the most of it…
A kiss, a touch and passions rose, never to be extinguished again.