Fallen angels: chapter 3

Fallen Angels - Chapter 3: Life goes on.

by Akane

Jon was sitting at his desk, working. Now he had to get his lessons at home from all the books Dash provided him. Gael entered the room, carefully silent. Jon started up when he felt an arm wrapping around his shoulders and a hand slipping in his shirt. The boy sighed and slid his fingers in Gael's hair, who was now exploring his neck with his lips.

"Enough working, darling. Come with me."

"I've not finished with this lesson yet! Dash will be furious if I stop now."

"I'll deal with him."

"But..."

"All right! Get up."

Jon looked at his serious face and obeyied, surprised to see the vampire sit on the chair.

"Now you can sit down and go on with your work."

Jon sat on the man's knees. Soon he realized his mistake. Work was definitely over for him today. How could he concentrate with those hands and lips exploring his body? Oh, God! He liked it so much! Once again a fight started in his mind, his senses versus his too straight education. And once again he surrendered, unable to decide, and concentrated on the work of Gael's fingers, dangerously traveling down his belly to his groin. Jon felt uneasy.

"Gael, when will Adonis move to his new house? I'm tired of sharing you with him, of having him always in my way."

It has been a neutral way to make Gael stop his embarrassing exploration.

"HIS house? It's not his, it's ours: yours and mine. I bought it, I'm only letting him live there for now. When he'll go away, and he'll do someday, I know him well, I'll take you there and we'll end our lives in our little nest. Happy, darling?"

"You seem to have forgotten a little detail: I'll die, you won't."

"..."

"What the hell are you doing?! Not only you hinder Jon from working but you try to pervert him too? Let him go!"

Dash had came silently, as ever, but too late to understand the real situation. Jon hardly retained his laughter and came near the wizard. Gael smiled roguishly, but Jon's words were echoing in his mind: "I'll die, you won't". He knew a way to change this but Jon won't bear becoming like those who slaughtered his parents, his only family. Unfortunately it was the only solution he knew to keep him alive: drink his blood, make him live forever with him... and make his life intolerable.

Gael's mood came back to normal in the evening. It was late and Adonis was now asleep in his arms. Looking at him he wondered how long he would have the chance to keep Jon with him the same way: young, handsome and healthy. Sadness spread over his soul once again. He had to find a solution to the problem. And to stop thinking of Jon when he was with Adonis, too... Unfortunately, sleeping didn't change anything in his saddness. His dreams were dark that night and in the morning he only remembered the uneasiness they caused him. He tried to avoid Jon that day, but all he managed to do was to hurt the poor boy who, of course, didn't understand this sudden coldness.

"I don't think I'll come."

Adonis looked at Jon with disappointment. He was so happy that the boy had aggreed to come with them a few hours ago. And now, their evening out was compromised: Gael won't go without Jon and Adonis won't go without Gael... and without Jon, too.

"Darling, I really think you need to have fun."

"But-"

"It's an order!"

Jon looked at him with surprised eyes when he heard the sharp order. But when he saw the laughing eyes of the man any previous hesitation left him. Slowly he smilled at the two vampires and sighed, whispering a "okay, I'll get ready".

The Club was full as always on Saturday. Even the private room, the true club part there, was filled with most of the vampires of the city. Such place was common in big cities as they needed a place to meet. So close to those ignorant mortals! That night a big karaoke party had been put on, and this was the reason why Adonis insisted so much to go there. His moments of exuberance had always contrasted with Gael's usual calm. But tonight it seemed communicative. Though he first hesited to come, Jon was really glad to be in that crowd, usually forced to stay at home in order not to be recognised by anyone. After his parents' death, his picture had been diffused in all the local press when the police had suspected he was the murderer, his sudden missing being a good sign, to them, of his guilt. So he had to hide and all this situation was painful.

The boy was a little afraid, too. Afraid of losing Gael in this crowd, feeling vulnerable. Unlike the other mortals here, he knew who was in the next room. Gael had tried to convince him that most of the vampires he knew were kind people. Jon was still afraid and angry. The vampire couldn't blame him for it. What had been a tragedy for the boy was too fresh in his mind. He would need time, but time meant nothing for Gael.

A man was bawling on the stage. Adonis turned to Jon with a teasing smile.

"I'm sure you'll do better than him."

"You want me to show my face to all those guys? You want me trapped by the police? You want to discard me, that's it? That would let you have Gael for yourself."

"Don't be paranoiac, Jon! Half of them are drunk or drug addicts and the others won't see clearly so far. Go! Sing! Please..."

"Fucking bastard!"

Before Adonis could grab him and make him regret his words, Jon was climbing on stage. After all he was here to get some fun and he could use the occasion for something more useful. He was still affected by Gael's recent coldness and wanted to end it as soon as he could. He began to sing right in front of Gael. He chose one of his favorite songs, one they had listened to several times together. He kept his gaze fixed on the vampire while singing, soon feeling like they were all alone in the room.

"...Although we both lie close together

We feel miles apart inside

Was it somethin' I said or somethin' I did

Did my words not come out right..."

Jon tried to ignore the tears that were rushing to his eyes and kept singing. It was clear now to Gael that his behavior those last days has somehow broken the boy's heart. And it was clear that the bond between them was stronger that he had thought. Stronger than ever. He felt his throat tighten.

"...Now I hear you've found somebody new

And that I never meant that much to you..."

Jon's eyes were speaking to him, more than his song. Hearing this, Gael realized what was wrong. Adonis! So Jon believed that the tension between them came from the fact that Gael had found Adonis again, because they had come back to their previous life. No! Jon was wrong! Of course, he really liked Adonis, and he had been truly glad to see him again. But Jon was more important to him, far more. So, the boy wanted to communicate by songs instead of having a direct talk with him? Right! He was going to give him the answer he wanted.

Jon left the stage and the crowd was giving him an ovation. He looked around but Gael had suddenly disappeared. Then, coming from above, he heard this voice he had come to like so much: the vampire had replaced him on stage and he was singing for him, staring at him.

"...You're my Angel..."

That's what Gael used to call him. Jon listened to him agape. So he was wrong... Gael would never lie to him, never betray him. He knew it, he could feel it. It was in the man's eyes, in his voice. He was still his angel. And they were both suffering. But he still didn't understand why the vampire's behaviour had change that much the past few days. Gael's voice was making him shiver.

"...You're the reason I live

You're the reason I die

You're the reason I give

When I break down and cry

Don't need no reason why..."

Jon was crying silently, his tears rolling along his cheeks. Such a display of feelings from Gael was unusual. He falt a little ashamed for having doubt the man's feelings. At last the song was over and Gael was leaving stage with the same success than his friend. Jon ran to him, flying his arms round his neck, clamping his legs round his waist, and kissed him passionately. Nobody noticed them, someone else was already singing. But Adonis's knees gave way beneath him. Unfortunately he had seen them, and all his hopes had vanished. The couple was heading to the bar and he followed them. When they saw his strange expression they understood that he had seen everything. So their little secret was revealed. They looked at him and he looked at them, in a sudden hush. Before they could react he grabbed them both, crying.

"Adonis, please, stop crying. What's the matter with you?"

Gael was gently trying to calm him, but the other vampire kept crying. Gael sighed: Adonis's exuberance was unbounded! Then finally, after some more sobs, he talked.

"I love you! I love the two of you! But now I know I have no chance. Neither with one nor the other."

"What are you talking about? I've already told you that I only like girls, and Gael has never loved nobody in his life since his sister's death. You knew you never had a chance with us."

"Yet you love him, you love Gael!"

"No! I never said that. We're friends, that's all! Well, not really... But we're not lovers!"

Adonis felt a little disappointed. Deep in his heart he knew that Jon was telling him the truth. He seemed to turn all this over in his mind, and he smiled. With a last hug he left them.

"I'm going to find someone to sing with me. See you later!"

Jon looked at Gael interrogatively. But Gael was smiling, nearly laughting.

"Don't worry, he had always been like that. It's his solution to bear high depressions: he ignores the situation, or tries to forget it. Well, I guess you must be thirsty. Will you let me offer you a drink, darling?"

They started: Adonis had found some guys to go with him on stage and sing YMCA. Finally, he dared!

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Note: this is not a song fic! ^_^ For those of you who, for any strange reason, wouldn't recognise the songs, here are the references. For the title: "Life goes on", by Poison. Jon's song: "Every rose has its thorn", by Poison (again...). Gael's song: "Angel", by Aerosmith. I guess everybody knows YMCA... (no? what planet are you from?^_^)

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Fallen Angels - Chapter 4: Discoveries.

by Akane

Gael and Jon had left Adonis back at the Club. He seemed to get more and more friends with each new drink he had. From experience, Gael knew that his old friend would have no difficulty to end the night in a hot bed. A very hot one.

Gael was standing on the flat roof, Jonathan tightly secured in his arms. They were enjoying the still of the night, neither one of them wanting to enter the house and go on with the usual we're-only-friends-and-nothing-more lie, because they both knew that there has been something more since summer. And something new since this night, too. They couldn't deny the changes in their feelings, even if they didn't understand exactly how many things had changed. Gael knew that Jon would surely never accept his advances, but maybe it was better like this. True feelings. It was something new to him.

"It's late... I'm tired, let's go to bed."

As always, Gael enjoyed the innocence in Jon's voice. Somehow he felt innocent himself when he was with him. His own innocence. Lost so long ago. If only he'd had the choice. But he didn't. He willingly gave his body to a stranger one night, then a few other nights. But the man didn't ask when he stole his blood. He sighed, trying to push his thoughts aside. He burried his face in Jon's neck for a little while before kissing the soft tempting skin. He smiled and took the boy's hand. They entered the house by the roof-door, carefully silent. They didn't want to wake Dash at 2:00 a.m., which he'd surely never find funny. Their friend has been nervous these days, certainly because of an incompatibility of temperament with Adonis. Gael carefully broke the silence.

"Adonis won't come back tonight. Come sleep with me."

They were standing in the corridor leading to their rooms, Gael holding Jon close to him, his lips brushing the boy's ear. As Jon was trying to answer in the negative, Gael stopped his protest with a kiss, first soft, then deepened, pleased to feel the thrust of Jon's tongue against his own. They stood there embracing and kissing for what seemed hours to them, comforted by the silence of the house.

"What are you doing?!"

They both started. Dash was looking at them, stunned, dressed only with a long white shirt opened to his navel, which Gael didn't miss to appreciate. One of the advantages of being a wizard was the fact that he could still look very young. And much to Gael's taste. If only he could slip his hand in the gap of this shirt... Fortunately for them, the wizard's surprise got over his anger, and he didn't notice Gael's insistant gaze on his body. Jon was petrified, ashamed of being discovered in such an activity, ashamed by the lies he had told to this man he loved and respected like a father. Gael was embarrassed, too, and it was a feeling he wasn't used to.

"We... We thought you were sleeping..."

"I think I don't want to know what else you two are doing when I sleep."

"No! You're wrong! I'll never let him do me those dirty things he dreams of!"

Jon disentangled himself from Gael's arms. He felt betrayed. How can this man think such awful things? Dash was staring at them, trying to understand what he had missed before, that change in their behavior and in their feelings for each other that he hadn't detected. Then any trace of anger disappeared from the wizard's face. Jon was under his responsibility, but his protection shouldn't endanger the boy's happiness. What could he do? Separating these two would be worse. Besides, who was he to decide of someone else's life? He studied Jon's sad and flushed face for a while then sighed.

"You two are really going to spend the rest of the night standing in this corridor? I think my bedroom will be more comfortable to talk."

They followed the wizard and sat on the big bed. Resigned, they started to explain him everything. At least everything they could explain to themselves. Dash couldn't help but worry about Jon. The boy seemed to have found his balance with Gael, but there was still something that made the wizard worry.

"How long all this will last, Gael? Remember you're immortal. What will you do when Jon will start to grow old? Will you stay with him like you said, you who only love beauty? He's young and cute. Well, I suppose you find him cute, I can't judge. But he won't always be, like any other mortal."

Old. Gael felt a knife pierce his heart. Again, his fear of seeing the boy degrade and die was back. That was right, he loved what his eyes found beautiful. But with Jon it was something else. He loved the beauty of the boy's soul as much as his features. The loss of the boy's beauty was nothing, it didn't disturb him. What he feared was Jon's death. He realized that what he was really afraid of was losing him. The remark disturbed Jon, too, reminding him of what Adonis had told him at the time of one of their wrangle. "You think he could love you? You think he'll stay with you forever? When you'll be old, little boy, he'll laugh of you. No, he'll let you down before!" Jon had thought of it many times after, wondering what Gael would actually do.

"I don't want to lose him. But I know only one way to keep him forever with me and forever young. And you two know I'll never do it. Help us, Dash. I want to make him happy, I think I can do it. He deserves it."

"Who do you think I am? I can do a lot of strange things, but miracles are out of my competence."

"I've always tried to protect him since he arrived here. You remember when he tried to die right after he was brought here? He cut his wrists and I retreive him and gave him the blood he needed to live. And when he was about to fall from this cliff, this summer? I was quick enough to grab him before it was too late. I was there to save him everytime he needed. I want to be there everytime he needs someone."

The wizard frowned, suddenly worried.

"Wait a minut! You're scaring me. I'm thinking of something... You were speaking of this day, when he cut his veins. You're right, you saved him this time. Remember? You gave him your blood. In the emergency I didn't think of the consequences and I helped you do it..."

Gael and Jon looked at each other with fe

ar. The temperature in the room seemed to fall suddenly to ice cold. Gael was the one who broke the sudden and awkward silence.

"No! If he'd become a vampire, he would have already felt it. And if his nature hadn't yet been reveled to him, Adonis would have detected it, he can feel the presence of one of our kind from miles."

Dash wasn't convinced. It was vampire's blood they were talking about. It couldn't be shared without consequences. Jon was trying to hide his worry, burying his face in Gael's chest.

"We must be sure. Jon, I must take a sample of your blood to see if..."

"No!! ...It'll hurt..."

"Don't be a child! I need it to compare your blood to Gael's. We'll be fixed, then. It can hurt you more than the razor on your wrists. Remember?"

The boy shuddered at the thougt. Dash finally managed to get Jon's blood with the help of Gael: Jon had suddenly forgotten the ache caused by the needle in his arm, too busily kissing his dear vampire to notice it anymore. Their new passion slightly confused the wizard.

"You can stop, now. I've finished."

"Mmmm..."

Dash sighed, slightly disgusted. He left the room with the blood sample and prepared it for the test. But when he came back several minutes later these two were still tighly embraced and still kissing. Enough! The wizard needed some rest, especially for his mind.

"Go to bed, damn it!"

Dash finally managed to send them to sleep. Night, at least what remained of it, and morning had been quiet, as if nobody remembered what happened the day before. Maybe nobody wanted to. It was nap time. Gael was settled comfortably on the sofa, absently watching TV while playing with Jon's hair. The boy was lying beside him, his head resting on Gael's thighs, sleepily petting his cat Zenki who was purring with delight. Adonis was out, so the house was calm. The house seemed to be a place of perfect serenity. Dash's voice suddenly startled everybody, vampire, human and cat.

"Jon! I have the results! Guess..."

"Stop playing with our nerves, Dash. Tell us!"

Gael seemed restless but Jon was calm, almost resigned. Both were expecting the worst, though they didn't know exactly what the worst could be. Even Zenki looked questioning.

"Well, your blood isn't vampire's blood..."

A big sigh of relief welcomed the news. Dash looked at them with a mischievous smile and went on with his discoveries.

"But it's not the blood of a mortal... It's altered, but not the same way it is with vampire's blood. It's just like mine."

"Altered? Like yours? You mean..."

"I mean Gael made you immortal."

Jon was still decoding the unbelievable information but Gael was already smiling. His wish, his dream had come true. Jon will be with him, now and forever. Forever young. He was 19 now, and he will always be. Maybe forever innocent. And forever his, always by his side, he hoped. This strange feeling was here again, something very old, something Gael had known a long time ago. But he couldn't remember what it was and when he had felt it before. Something that seemed to be buried in his soul. He tried to figure out what it was but Jon pleasantly disturbed his thoughts when he wrapped his arms around his neck, nibbling at his ear, kissing his cheek and his lips tenderly.

"You gave me your blood and its power allowed me to be immortal... It means I'm yours, now. But you're mine, too. Don't forget this. We're bound, forever. And I won't let anybody take you away from me."

"I won't object to this, angel."

"I'm curious to see Adonis's reaction when we'll tell him...!"

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