Fallen Angels - Chapter 1: Morning.

by Akane

The first sunbeams of the day sheded on the bed, their warmth dragging the vampire from his sleep. The young mortal was still sleeping, his head resting on his friend's shoulder. So nice, so innocent. And so vulnerable. He could have killed him so many times... Actually he had never wanted to. Only wanted to taste his blood. But it would be worse than killing him. Enough suffering for this boy.

A yawning brought the vampire from his thoughts.

"Good morning! So, you're awaking, at last, little one?"

Innocent sleepy black eyes were gazing at him. He'd never thought things would have gone so far between them, though they only have shared the same bed. But it was so much considering what happened months ago.

The last few weeks have been an unexpected opportunity for them to win over each other.

"'morning Gael... Stop calling me little..."

Still sleepy, Jonathan stretched one arm across the vampire's chest, making him shiver once more to the contact of his skin. So tempting. Turning on his side, Gael looked at the half-Chinese boy, gently wraping him in his arms. Exotic. And to think that he keeps him here because of a stupid joke from his friends about cooking. Pathetic.

Jon was giving him a tender and admiring smile while pressing his body closer to him, in search of protection. Protection. That's what he seemed to expect from him, from this man he had so much hated and feared before, not so long ago. And Gael was going to give him what he wanted... and maybe more. Jon's fingers softly running along his back made him groan. The boy was getting more and more tender to him as days went by, and touching Gael didn't disgust him anymore. Well, not really all over his body. But the boy showing up in his room in the middle of the night was a small but real victory for the vampire. It was only a few hours ago...

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"Gael? I had a nightmare about Adonis... Can I sleep here? I don't want to be alone and my cat has gone away." The boy was only wearing underpants and the light of the moon on his body made him look like an apparition. A kind of angel. Gael's heart had stopped beating for a while. "You should know you don't have to ask me for this. Come." He lifted the sheets, inviting Jon to slip into his bed. "So, what was it this time?". "Well, he was about to rape me when I woke up." With a sigh the vampire brushed the boy's hair from his face and kissed his forehead. "I'll never let this happen. I swear. Sleep, now".

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Still enjoying the feeling of the soft fingers on his spine, Gael looked at the childish face in front of him: black locks, serene black eyes, nice little nose, and tempting lips. He kept his eyes closed for a while, trying to memorize this face. He put a finger on the boy's forehead and began to draw lines on his face, letting his hand travel all over. He stopped on his lips, stroking them lightly, slowly. When he opened his eyes, the boy's expression had changed from quietude to anxiety. He was no longer smiling. The hand slid on Jon's cheek, giving place to Gael's lips.

He carressed Jon's mouth with his. The soft skin was shivering. His carress gave place to a light kiss.

"Gael, please! Don't..."

"Hey! I'm not Adonis. I know what you don't want. Besides, you have kissed me like that before."

"It was just... to thank you for taking care of me. And you're not acting like before. "

"Maybe that's because I care more for you now..."

Without letting the boy reply, he kissed him again, still lightly, stroking his cheek with gentle fingers. Jon started to relax and kissed him back. Gael began to run the tip of his tongue on the boy's lips, expecting a protest from him. But there was no protest, only the feeling of the boy's body slightly stiffening against him. Encouraged by this absence of rejection, he slid the tip of his tongue between Jon's lips, waiting for the permission to enter. The answer came when a warm tongue shyly touched his. Then Jon's mouth opened letting Gael access. Their mouths were locked on each other, their tongues mingling fondly, tasting, enjoying. The vampire was astonished. He didn't think it would have been so easy. Jon's resistance so far seemed to have broken. His hand in the boy's hair, he held him close. Jon groaned, out of breath, and forced him to stop.

Jon had a strange expression on his face, made of astonishment, shame and pleasure. He had only kissed girls before and the idea of doing so with a man would have disgust him. Actually it still disgusted him, but Gael seemed to be temporarily out of this kind of distinction to him. Girls were girls, men were men, and Gael was Gael.

But the spell was suddenly broken by the slow motion of the vampire's hand down Jon's back. At the feeling of those warm fingers near his buttocks he started, angry.

"Gael! You know I hate that! Don't make me hate you."

"Sorry, darling. It was so tempting..."

He draged the boy close to him again, kissing his cheek, then his neck, feeling the blood pulsing in the boy's veins. He restrained the envy of tasting it. Undoubtedly delicious.

"You smell so good, darling... You make me-"

"I can feel what I make you, don't worry about this."

Jon was wriggling, trying to escape the contact of Gael's hardness.

"I was not talking about this. And you don't need to be so bitter."

"I'm not!... It's just terribly embarrassing... I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't..."

He kissed Jon's lips, preventing any arguing from him. A voice coming from the corridor startled them, like kids caught in the act.

"Gael! Get up! Still sleeping, lazy one? Jon, your studies are expecting you!"

"Dash! Does he know I'm here?"

"No. I don't think so. Come on, Jon, I'm hungry!"

Breakfast was over. Gael had promised Adonis he would go to the real estate with him. Everyone needed the guy out of the house. He had the strange ability to get anyone upset simply by being there. He suffered from it because it was never on purpose. But sometimes it wasn't so bad. Gael telling him "Adonis, you're exasperating me" used to mean "come on, I'll make love to you till you're too tired to turn round me". Pleasant. But it was over, now. Adonis had vanished from the other vampire's life years and years ago, without preventing him. Only a mere "Gael, I don't love you no more" the day before and he was gone.

They had separated as suddenly as they had met.

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Fallen Angels - Intro: forbidden love, the Angel and the Vampire

by Akane

What's wrong with my soul?

He's haunting my mind. I try to reject him but his sorrow saddens me.

He's a hunter, a wild and dark creature. But so tender with me.

His hands give death but his eyes are full of love.

I try not to look into those eyes. I try to escape from him. Dangerous pleasure awaits there.

Though I tried I can't live without him by my side. Besides he won't let me.

My mind says stop but my body runs to him.

I picture my lips on his and I like it.

I picture my mouth locked on his and I like it.

His hand brushing my hair, his hand caressing my cheek, it doesn't make me shiver anymore. Instead I expect it, more and more.

I dream of his hands stroking my body. Pleasure from his fingertips.

But my mind doesn't agree. It's forbidden.

Forbidden love.

Is it simply love? No. Desire.

Forbidden desire.

I love him, the human, and I hate him, the vampire.

But I want him, from all my soul, I need him. All of him.

He's Good and Evil. Light and Darkness. Pleasure and Pain. Life and Death.

He's my temptation.

I'm a fallen angel, and he's damnation.

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My soul's suffering.

I've always been so strong, he's making me feel so weak.

Innocent young mortal. He's stealing my thoughts, my will.

But he hates me for what I am, merciless depraved vampire.

He's so cold, so distant, almost cruel to me.

He seems so fragile. Innocence and sadness in his eyes. But those eyes curse me.

I want him, I need his innocence. Almost love, though this feeling has left my soul hundred years ago.

I don't want his life, not really his soul. His body, yes. But more than this.

I can't live without him. I'll never let him away from me.

I want to protect him.

I want to please him.

His warm lips kissing mine, his smooth skin under my fingers, his body leaning against mine. Hopeless dreams to rewarm my cold soul.

Maybe forbidden dreams for one of my kind.

Maybe forbidden desire.

But I want him, from all my soul, I need him. All of him.

He's my temptation.

I'm a fallen angel, and he's salvation.