Fallen Angels - Chapter 7: Christmas time.

by Akane

"Don't worry, Dash, we'll be good boys. No mess in the kitchen, no mess in the greenhouse, no mess in the library..."

"Funny. Can I really trust you? Leaving you alone with Jon... I don't want to think of all the things you'll do to him in those two days..."

"Two days and two nights!"

The wizard looked at his friend with a sudden anxious expression. Gael rolled his eyes and sighed.

"I'm not a monster, don't worry. I won't do him something he refuses."

"You can be so persuasive..."

"You should go, now. You'll be late. Goodbye, Dash."

"And now he's throwing me out of my own home..."

He left and headed to the front door. When the vampire had checked that the wizard was really gone he rushed to Jon's room and opened the door without even knocking. He didn't need to anymore.

"He's gone! The house is ours for two days, Jon! What do you want to do first?"

Jon grabbed Gael's neck and kissed him tenderly, pressing his body against him. The week-end looked promising to the vampire. Jon whispered in his ear:

"Let's go to bed..."

"What? I think it's a little bit early for that, angel. I'm hungry."

Jon agreed to dine, and even to watch TV. But when Gael found it boring, the boy enthusiastically grabbed his hand and dragged him to his bedroom.

"Wait, angel! Let's go in my room."

"Yours? Why not..."

A few seconds later, Jon was unbuttoning Gael's shirt, kissing the progressively exposed skin as he did so. The vampire smiled. The boy's love for him was expressed in everything he did, from a simple smile to this more intimate touch. Though he really enjoyed the boy's attention he forced him to stop. Jon looked at him, slightly confused, wondering if he had done something wrong.

"I have a surprise for you, angel. Remove the bedspread."

The boy reluctantly left him and went to the bed. He pulled the bedspread and gaped.

"Wow! Black satin!"

"Is that want you wanted? Black satin sheets, as you told me the other day."

"I told you I wanted to make love with you in black satin sheets. Where's the other part of my wish?"

Gael went close to the boy and gently wrapped his arms around his waist.

"No, Jon. You're still not ready for this. But..."

"But?"

"Maybe I can teach you something else... Adonis always said I have the most talented mouth he ever knew."

The vampire slid a hand under Jon's T-shirt, his fingers searching for a nipple, while his other hand was caressing the boy's buttocks, causing him to sigh. Their lips met, their tender kiss soon becoming wild. They parted, panting. Jon had recently discovered that kissing the man wasn't disgusting unlike what he feared first. Actually he loved it. Gael had removed Jon's shirt and was unbuttoning the boy's trousers. The boy looked at him with adoration in his eyes.

"I love you, Gael."

The only answer he got was a soft kiss, while the vampire was sliding his trousers down. When he felt the man's thumbs sliding in his waistband Jon realized that Gael was about to take off his boxers, now.

"W...wait! What are..."

"Sssh... You want to do it dressed? Let me take care of that."

Gael smiled at the sight of this nicely built body revealing to him. Looking up he saw that Jon was turning his head, his eyes closed. The boy had a strange expression on his face and his cheeks had turned an interesting dark shade of pink.

"Still ashamed, angel? I saw you naked, before..."

"I don't know if it's a good idea, after all..."

"It is."

He dragged the boy to the bed, gently pushing him to lie down, then removed his own pants. Before Jon could try to get up Gael was on top of him, kissing his neck, stroking his shoulders.

"Relax, Jon. Nobody did that to you before?"

"Only girls... Never men."

"It'll be better with me..."

His fingers were now running on Jon's chest, his lips brushing a nipple. He felt that the body under him wasn't tensing anymore but was becoming more receptive. The boy moaned at the feeling of Gael's tongue playing with his nipple. The vampire's hand was going lower on him but he didn't try to resist anymore. Jon felt a pleasing heat filling his body, inhibiting any resistance from his mind. Gael was playing with his body and nothing else mattered. The boy felt soft fingers stroking the inner side of his thighs, then forcing him to spread his legs, far enough to let Gael set between them. The vampire's lips were drawing a hot path of kisses from his chest to his navel, where a warm tongue thrust in. Jon moaned weakly. Feather-like fingers were now on his hard length, lightly and slowly slipping up and down. Jon's moan went louder as the man was teasing him.

The movement of the fingers stopped, replaced by the tip of a hot wet tongue drawing little circles all the way. Then it was countless kisses. And finally he felt Gael's warm mouth wrapping around him, first sucking on the over-sensitive head of his length, then slowly going down and up, his tongue leaving burning trails on him. Jon's breath sped up, broken by moans. His hands let go of the black satin they were grabbing desperately and went in the vampire's hair, trying to press his head down. Gael's fingers and tongue were everywhere he needed them, pleasuring him. Jon felt dizzy, his hips raising uncontrollably, following the motion of Gael's mouth, his hands stroking the vampire's shoulders lovingly.

Pleasure was rising in him. He didn't want it to end, he was feeling so good. He was trapped, trapped in Gael's hot mouth and throat. But at last he was free, free to be himself, to get anything he wanted. Anything from his beloved vampire, anything unacceptable from any other man. He felt he couldn't restrain himself any longer. He came in a burst of pleasure, his body arching, crying his lover's name. Gael went on his sucking for a few more seconds, licking every single salty drop of this seed he had wanted to taste for so long. Looking up he saw that Jon was smiling at him, eyes still reflecting his pleasure.

"You taste so good, angel... want to try?"

Jon looked at him questioning. Before he could reply, Gael's lips were on his. The vampire's tongue slid inside his open mouth, letting him taste his own flavor. They staid staring at each other for a while, simply smiling.

"Looks like you're not ashamed anymore, darling."

"Why should I be?... Gael?"

"Hum...?"

"You were right... it's better with you..."

Gael took him in his arms and kissed him tenderly. They fell asleep, holding each other.

Jon woke up in the morning, wondering if it had really happened, if he really let Gael do this disgusting thing to him. Disgusting? Why? He had wanted it to happen, and he had loved it. Opening his eyes, he saw Gael staring at him, smiling. A tender smile, not his pervert grin. Jon wrapped an arm around him, burying his face in the vampire's chest, filling his mind with his scent. He loved the man's unique smell, loved becoming inebriated with it. Gael's hand brushed his hair, his back. Jon raised his head to kiss him.

"Good morning, angel. What will we do, today?"

"Mmmm... Nothing..."

They spent a big part of the morning in bed, just staying there, together. The day passed slowly. They couldn't decide what to do and Gael didn't want to hurry things, so they staid lazily on the sofa in the afternoon, simply being close to each other. Together, in peace. The silence has only been broken by a call from Adonis. They declined his invitation and proposed him to join them for the next day. Night came and bedtime. They went to bed but Gael didn't ask anything. They didn't need to talk anymore. Jon's eyes accepted his silent proposal. He surrendered to the vampire's hands once more.

Adonis came with his young friend Palma on Sunday afternoon. They talked for a while but soon didn't find anything interesting to do.

"What could we do?"

"I don't know. Adonis? Any idea?"

"I think something is missing here. It'll be Christmas in two weeks. We need a tree."

"Great! Everything's in the attic. Let's go."

A happy mess followed, everyone trying to do something different at the same time. Strangely, Gael's hands often found themselves unintentionally on Jon's cute little ass. After about an hour of fun, they managed to make a beautiful Christmas tree. Tired, they sat on the floor, admiring their work. Palma laid down, resting his head on Adonis knees.

"Hey! Don't sleep, kid. Go light a fire, it will be nicer than this dark and empty fireplace.."

Taking Jon in his arms, Gael watched the young boy going to arrange some wood in the fireplace. Really too young... Gael had heard that the boy was a whore, "working" only with vampires, immunized for some strange and unknown reason against their bite. Yet he looked as innocent as Jon. And often sad and fearful. Soft lips on his own dragged him from his thoughts, and soon Jon's tongue was looking for his. If Dash had come back in that instant, he would certainly have choked at the sight of these two couples enlacing and kissing in his living-room. Fortunately, he arrived when the two guests were gone and everything tidy.

"Hey! What a nice tree. And I see no mess here. And Jon seems to be alright. Maybe I can let you stay here alone again..."

Two huge hopeful smiles answered him.

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Fallen Angels - Chapter 8: Unexpected present.

by Akane

"Palma, I need your help!"

Jon was dragging his new friend away from the little group in the saloon, looking excited.

"Anything you want, Jon... But I want something in return."

"What do you want?"

"Gael. Let me make love with him just one time."

"...okay, if he agrees..."

"Great! What can I do for you, then?"

"Well, I need some advice for... I don't know how... You know..."

"Alright, first try to calm down. I can't help you if you can't even tell me clearly what you want."

"I want to... to... do something to Gael..."

"Ah! You're talking about a blow job! Yes, what can I do for you? Show you how it's done?"

Jon was blushing crimson, covering his friend's mouth with his hand.

"Ssshh! Don't speak so loud. And you don't have to show me, he already did it."

"What?! And you didn't tell me that? When did it happen?"

"Last week-end... Hey, it's none of your business! I just wanted you to tell me what I have to do to please him."

"Simply do him what you'd like him to do to you... and try to get some inspiration from what he did to you. Follow him, listen to him, to his sighs and moans so you'll know if you're doing right, and then you'll know what to do next. Don't go too fast, try to take your time, don't forget that first of all it's something you do it for him, not really for you. And don't be ashamed. If you love him, there's nothing dirty in doing this. Well, I don't know if it helps you..."

"Yes. Thank you. I think I needed to be reassured, most of all. Errr... I'd like to know... Do you... do you like doing it? I've heard you're something like a whore. How can you let these men treat you like this?"

"They're not that bad, you know. They're just nice guys who want a little fun. They never treat me bad. Not really. And if they do they feel so sorry after this that I have to comfort them. You don't like vampires, do you?"

"Do you know what they did to my parents? Do you think I can like them?"

"They're not all that bad, really. Adonis is nice."

"No, he's not. If he were, he wouldn't treat you like he does. And he wouldn't let you go with these guys. Palma, do you realize you're a child and they're using you because you're cute and easy?"

"You think I'm cute? Thank you."

Jon sighed. It seemed he wouldn't change the other boy's mind.

Christmas eve came, but Jon never dared to suggest anything to Gael so far. Everyone has gathered at Kimiko's that night. Jon was speaking with her apart when Gael grabbed his arm and dragged him near the Christmas tree, followed by the girl's intrigued gaze.

"Jon, I have something important to ask you. And I'm serious. Will you marry me?"

The boy looked at him puzzled. Gael was kneeling before him, holding his hands and looking at him expectantly.

"Jon, I love you. I mean I really love you! Thanks to you I found this feeling again. It has been a long, long time, you know. Last time was four centuries ago. I promised her I'll never love again. I kept my promise so far, but you changed so many things in me. I can't live without you, darling. Please, don't reject me. Will you share the eternity with me?"

Jon couldn't believe his ears. The man he would give his life for shared his feelings. He felt his heart beating madly. This was the finest Christmas present he ever had. He got on his knees before the man, throwing his arms round Gael's neck and snuggled up to him. Their friends were starting to gather around them.

"I love you too, Gael. I'd really like to marry you, but... we can't!"

"Why? It's an engagement, Jon. A promise: I will love and protect you until we die, and you'll love me in return. Law has nothing to do with it. And we have witnesses here, the best we could have: all our true friends. Jon, do you want me to be yours?"

"I do. And I'll be yours forever, too."

Smiling, the vampire took a small box from his pocket and opened it in front of the boy who smiled as he realized Gael had been sure he would agree.

"Rings? Gael... let me see? These are really expensive! Are you mad?"

"Nothing's too expensive for you, darling. Give me your hand."

Jon blushed, feeling slightly ridiculous in front of everyone. But nobody seemed to laugh. They were all looking at them with sincere and warm smiles on their faces, and the boy relaxed. He stared at the ring on his finger. He had never considered wedding this way. Not so early in his life. And not with a man.

"Your turn, love."

He took the second ring and slipped it on Gael's finger. *God, what am I doing? I'm really marrying a man?* Gael's lips dragged him from his thoughts. They kissed passionately, cheered by their witnesses. Only Adonis seemed bitter.

"So, who's the bride?"

Kimiko silenced him by knocking his stomach with her elbow. Someone brought champagne and proposed a toast. The party went on happily and at 3 a.m. almost everyone was sleeping somewhere in the room, exhausted or drunk. Adonis, Palma and Jon were sprawled on the sofa, sleeping tangled against each other. Gael took Jon in his arms, waking the three boys.

"Time to go to bed, kids."

A general moaning answered him. Jon wrapped his arms round his neck and instinctively kissed him. Palma was rubbing his eyes and Adonis was stretching. They managed to go upstairs then to their rooms before collapsing on their beds. For the two couples the night was over. No wedding night for Gael... Sighing he took the already sleeping boy in his arms.

Jon woke up late in the morning, but the house was silent. Even Gael was still asleep. He then decided to wake him the best way he knew: with gentle kisses. After a few seconds he found himself wrapped in the strong arms of the vampire. Emerald eyes were staring at him lovingly. Once again he felt he could drown in them. Gael broke the spell by kissing him.

It was soon lunchtime and Jon met Palma on his way to the dining-room. The young boy dragged him apart, smiling.

"So, what about last night?"

"Last night? I was sleeping."

Palma looked disappointed.

"Sleeping, that's all? Well, what about this morning, then?"

Jon sighed. His friend wanted details he couldn't give.

"I think everybody slept late this morning. But maybe tonight..."

"You got cold feet, once again..."

"It's not a game! I'll do it when I'll be ready for it."

"Ready? You talk like Gael."

"And what did I say?"

The two boys started when they heard the man's voice from behind them. Gael and Adonis joined them for lunch, which ended the conversation. Jon spent the afternoon with them, letting Gael coddle him all the time. Eventually bedtime came. Jon felt his heart beating faster. Would he dare? He felt stupid for being still ashamed. But it was something he couldn't control that easily.

When they found themselves alone in their room, Jon felt a little anxious first. But Gael's tender smile made him to relax. Jon decided to begin by undressing him, his hesitant hands unbuttoning his shirt. Gael didn't move and let the boy kiss his smooth chest gently, like he had done so many times. But tonight Jon seemed to have planned to go lower. Indeed he felt Jon's fingers nervously unbutton his trousers, his lips still going down his belly. He smiled and was suddenly pushed on the bed. Apparently Jon knew what he wanted to do so Gael decided to let him take control. Being on the receiving side wasn't bad. His now naked body was meticulously explored by Jon's fingers, lips and tongue, first shy then growing confident. He was everywhere he could. Almost everywhere. He staid a while licking and sucking Gael's nipples, then down circling his navel with his tongue. Eventually Jon's hand went stroking his inner thigh and groin, then his now rock hard cock. Gael sighed, which sounded like an encouragement to Jon. The boy felt weird holding and pleasuring someone else's shaft. His hands had never been on that part of his lover's body before. Remembering what Palma told him, he simply did what he'd wanted Gael to do to him.

Hesitantly Jon lowered his head, licking his lips. Gael shivered when the boy kissed the tip of his cock. He smiled at the slight clumsiness of the boy when he tried to take it in his mouth but he remembered the first time he did it himself. It was so long ago. At last Jon was doing better than what himself did that time. He was trying to take him as far as he could, choking when it reached his throat.

"Don't try to go too fast, Jon. You have time enough to learn."

But the boy was determined to please Gael the way he had done to him. Taking a deep breath and trying to relax his throat, he plunged forward quickly, ignoring the slight discomfort in his aching throat. At last he did it, and according to Gael's loud groan and encouraging hand in his hair, he did it well. Jon was trying to focus on the work of his tongue and lips but the sweet smell and taste of his lover's body was making him dizzy. He joined the man with his own moans, and soon Jon felt Gael's body stiffening and arching under him and the hand in his hair clamping his head down. He plunged forward once again and felt a warm fluid coating his throat. He wasn't going to miss it, he wanted so much to taste it, he wanted to know everything about Gael and this was a part of him. Slightly withdrawing his head he held the pulsing flesh on his tongue, stroking the base with his hand, savoring the new taste. Strange, salty. But this was Gael and he loved it.

Gael's breathing was soon slowing down. Jon was laying against him, a hand lazily stroking the vampire's chest while he was kissing his neck and face. Gael took the boy in his arms and kissed him back. Once again he was feeling weak in the boy's presence, a powerful vampire tamed by an angel.

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