Fallen Angels - Chapter 6: Learning.
by Akane
"Oh, Jon! It's so good! Don't stop..."
"Like this?..."
"Mmmm... Yeah, lower... Right there! Aah!"
"What the hell are you two doing?!"
"Dash?!!"
The wizard was standing in the doorway of Jon's bedroom, staring at what in his opinion was an awfully disgusting sight: Gael was lying face down on the bed while Jon was straddling his buttocks, both boys only wearing a towel. They were looking at their friend with consternation.
"Dash, you pervert! What do you think we're doing? My back was hurting me so badly after I helped Adonis move in, I only asked Jon to help me by giving me a massage."
"So, why are you two almost naked?"
"We took a shower."
"Together?"
"Dash, what's going on with you? Of course, not! Why do you always see dirty things everywhere you go?"
"No. Not everywhere I go. Only everywhere *you* are, Gael."
Dash sighed heavily and relaxed as he watched the two innocent looking boys in front of him. Maybe he didn't want to know what they were actually doing.
"Well, I came to tell you that Adonis has just called to thank you for your work. He and his friend are waiting for you for dinner."
"Fine. All right, go on, Jon."
Dash decided to leave quickly, still unsure of what was really going on in the room. Jon stretched on Gael's back, kissing his shoulders, nibbling at his neck. He whispered softly in his ear:
"I don't want to go there. I want to stay here with you. Only you and me. And I don't like Adonis's new boyfriend."
Gael managed to turn over to face him without taking him off his body.
"He's not really his boyfriend, you know. Only his... bedmate. Please, be a nice boy, darling, and you won't regret it when we'll come back home."
"Okay. First, get you hands off my butt or you'll go there without me and you'll sleep alone for a whole month... (*kiss*) ... or maybe week... (*another kiss*) ...day?... (*more kisses*) ...okay, you win... I'll go with you..."
As Gael held Jon against him, kissing him to end his protests, his hands were running on the strong body of his protégé. He wanted this body so much. But the boy wasn't ready for this yet. Besides the vampire wanted to keep him somehow pure as long as he could, selfishly needing his innocence. He knew that this innocence stuff was only an illusion but he needed it, needed to believe in it.
But his desire was so strong... And now Jon was tenderly rubbing his body against him, playing with his nerves, causing his body to react in a way he wanted to avoid. Feeling the change in the body beneath his, the boy decided to take his revenge for all those little torments the vampire enjoyed to cause him on a regular basis. So he kept stroking Gael's body with his own, a warm and pleasant feeling growing down his belly. The vampire tried to stay stoic but he was getting more and more excited and started groaning. He couldn't understand how the boy always managed to make him become that hard so quickly.
"Oh Jon, please, stop it!"
"Really? I thought you liked it..."
"I like it but it's starting to hurt, now. And you know this, demon!"
"I'm really sorry for you."
Laughing Jon vanished from the bed and got dressed, while Gael tried to calm his tortured body, thinking of a way to take his revenge. He headed to his room, the image of an almost naked Jon in his mind, and considered taking an ice cold shower. He shuddered at the thought and decided to give his body a well deserved gratification instead.
The evening with Adonis and his "bedmate" had been fairly quiet. They were a little tired from all they had done in the house. Gael was surprised to see that almost everything was already in its place in the house. Adonis and the boy must have worked hard after he left.
Finally Jon was enjoying the company of their young new friend, both boys spending a good part of the late evening watching cartoons, while the two vampires were contemplating them lovingly, possessively.
"This boy is really cute, Adonis. And very young..."
"I know, that's what's funny with him: he's a great lover and still an innocent child for a lot of things."
"A child... When you said he's only 16..."
"He's really 16. So what?"
"So what? So he's just a kid! You're officially 21. He's under-aged. What you're doing with him is illegal. You should be careful, if someone finds out..."
"Do you think hiding a guy who's wanted by the police is legal? Do you think that feeding on mortals is legal? If someone finds out..."
He ended the discussion by locking his lips on Gael's, kissing him with the same passion he used to show him hundred years ago. Gael felt old memories rushing to his mind and fought to hold them back. Adonis finally broke the kiss and looked at his friend with longing.
"I still love you, you know. This kid is just a toy. Besides I needed company. Living alone in this house would have been so boring. You could come back to me... We could be happy..."
Gael pushed him away with forced gentleness, but his eyes showed disapproval.
"A toy? Adonis, I think our friends are right when they say I'm a pervert, but you're far worse than me. Jon, it's late, angel. Let's go back home."
The two boys reluctantly left the TV and headed to their respective vampires. Adonis wrapped his arms around the younger boy's waist and kissed the beauty mark under his left eye. Palma laughed. A child's laughter. Gael shook his head and smiled at them sadly then left, dragging a yawning Jon with him.
Back home, Jon was sitting on his bed, watching Gael thoughtfully removing his shirt. He had never seen the vampire like this. The man looked concerned, and Jon was getting concerned too.
"What's wrong? Something's worrying you?"
"I was just thinking of the way Adonis spoke of this kid... He's just using him. He just keep him for company and pleasure. He has no feelings for him. And this boy is so young. After all, he's 435 years younger then Adonis."
Jon smiled at the seriousness of Gael's remark about Adonis' age. Somehow it sounded funny.
"If you go that way, you're 445 years older than me! Old pervert!"
"No. As you'll never grow older, now, you'll always be only 5 years younger than me. And if you want me to be the pervert you think I am..."
The vampire grabbed the boy, firmly holding him close to him with one hand while the other ran down his back. As he studied the boy's face, his face grew serious, worrying Jon slightly.
"You must learn, Jon. Learn to know your body. Learn to feel with it. Learn to use it. You should never be afraid of it, never be afraid of what it asks you, never be ashamed of what you do with it. You're beginning a new life, where most of the moral and mortal forbidden things mean nothing. There's no redemption for you and no damnation. You must forget everything you've learned so far about what's wrong or right. Free your mind, free your soul, if you don't want to go mad in the next centuries."
He was leaning closer, whispering in Jon's ear.
"You must start learning now. Close your eyes and put a hand on your face."
Gael released him and Jon looked at him doubtfully, wondering what the vampire would ask next, but did as he was told. He raised a hand to his face and stroke his cheek with feather-like finger.
"That's it! Try to see with your fingers, now. Feel and see every curve of your face. Go down your neck, now. Lower... caress your chest, slowly... your stomach, now..."
Jon was complying, though he felt a little ridiculous. His eyes still closed, he let his fingers trail along his body.
"How does it feel?"
"Good. Relaxing, too..."
"Great. Now try your buttocks..."
Jon's eyes snapped open and his cheeks turned dark pink.
"Gael! it's embarrassing..."
"I said you must close your eyes. Why did you open them? You're loosing you concentration! And there's nothing to be ashamed of. You're not even naked. Go on!"
Jon sighed and closed his eyes again. Reluctantly he placed his hands on his butt and started caressing it. He felt his face getting hotter and thought that he was certainly blushing a nice shade of red. Gael smiled but didn't mentioned it. Jon's hands were hesitant at first. The simple act of stroking his ass shouldn't have been embarrassing. He had done it so many time when he was younger and fell on his ass from a tree. But now, he knew that Gael wanted it to be a sensual gesture, and he couldn't help feeling uneasy. He tried to relax and ignore the man's presence. Soon his fingers were travelling slower on him as he concentrated on the feeling. When he could perfectly picture his buttocks, his eyes snapped open again, at the feeling of Gael's lips on his.
"Well, was it so horrible?"
"...no..."
"Will you let me try, now?"
"...yes... I guess..."
"Free your mind, remember."
Jon nodded, wrapping his arms around Gael's waist, resting his head on the vampire's shoulder. Then he felt the soft and sure caress of Gael's skilled hands starting in the middle of his back, going lower to his ass. His body stiffened then relaxed. He hardened his grip on Gael's waist, trying to get closer, his eyes closed to enjoy the feeling of those hands on him. He liked it, and that was what he had feared. But that was also what he had expected. Gael was right: his body was asking for this, so he had to give it what it wanted. And it was true, there was nothing to be ashamed of. Not with Gael.
"Oh, Gael, don't stop, please. It feels so good..."
"Yes, you seem to like it a lot... maybe too much. I think we should stop there for today."
"No! I want more. Please, keep stroking... You know where I need it, too..."
"You're not ready for *more* yet, Jon. Let's go to bed, darling. We both need to sleep."
He kissed the boy and started undressing him, but from the serious look Jon saw on the man's face, he knew that this pleasant moment was really over for that night. He didn't care, there will be many more occasions, and he had to learn to be patient. For now, the idea of feeling the vampire's body protectively pressed against him for a whole night was enough to make him happy.
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© Isa Akane B. , 1998, 2001