Dark Angel

This story has been written for a dear friend of mine – Lexie! KIVE, babe!

Milliardo was sitting on the hard wooden bench. His elbows were propped on the back of the bench in front of him and his head rested on his clasped hands. His long platinum blond hair hiding his face, giving him even more privacy.

The church was empty so nobody was disturbing Milliardo in his prayer. In a couple of days he will become a part of this holy world himself. To be a priest had always been his dream and now it would be fulfilled. Milliardo had always loved to visit this quiet, unearthly place, to sit here for hours. He felt that he was closer to God in here.

He prayed for the homeless on the streets - the night was cold and the snow was falling. He hoped they took shelter in the Charity Home he helped to manage. Maybe he should go and check their favourite spots on his way home just to be sure that they wouldn’t freeze to death tonight.

And he prayed for the children in the Maxwell orphanage. The boys and girls there were his life. He had helped Father Maxwell with the little bundles of energy since he’d started to visit the seminar. They loved him and he adored them. He always found time to play football with them or to teach them how to read and write. He was filled with happiness at the knowledge that he would see them grow up, marry and have their own children.

This quiet life suited him best. His parents and wanabe-girlfriend Noin weren’t so satisfied and their disapproval filled him with sadness. Why couldn’t they be just happy for him?

"You don’t belong here."

There was a whisper. A cold breath touched his neck and brought Milliardo out of his contemplation. He looked around, but the church was still empty. The only movement he could see were the flames of the candles as they flickered in the cold flow of air.

Milliardo frowned. His imagination was playing tricks on him. Maybe he was more tired than he thought he was. He should probably go home.

"This is not your destiny."

There was the voice again. This time it came from the right.

Milliardo unclasped his hands and turned around. "Is anybody here?" he called out warily.

Suddenly a door near the altar opened with a screech. Milliardo whirled around, scared. His breath was coming in short gasps, pulse racing.

"Are you all right, Milli?"

It was only Father Maxwell. Seeing the pleasant old man looking at him with such concern, Milliardo nodded. He pressed his right hand to his chest to try and calm down his pounding heart.

"I thought I heard you talking to someone, son."

Milliardo stood up. "I thought I heard someone." He walked out into the wide corridor between the two long rows of benches.

"You should go home, my son. It’s not safe in this neighbourhood this late. Or perhaps you should stay here overnight." The older man’s concern for his young companion was now evident.

Milliardo walked down the corridor and knelt down in front of the altar. He crossed himself and got up again. "No need, Father. It’s not that far and I wanted to check on the homeless yet."

Father Maxwell waited for the younger man to meet him at the door. "You have a good heart, Milliardo. But you should take care more of yourself. This isn’t a safe neighbourhood." Laying an arm around Milliardo's shoulders, he led him out of the church. "Come along, the kids are waiting for you to say goodnight before going to bed."

Yes, Milliardo was happy.

***

Milliardo said goodbye to the children, Father Maxwell and Sister Helen and left the small orphanage that was plastered against the left side of the church. He zipped up the heavy jacket that was protecting him against the cold and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

It was freezing outside. The snow was still drifting down, but the wind had stilled. The white masses were glistening in the light of the street lamps. Everything was oddly quiet - as it seemed to happen when everything disappeared under the heavy white cover.

Milliardo walked slowly down the narrow path, cleared of its snow. Father Maxwell told him not to go look for the homeless anymore tonight. It was already very late but still...

Suddenly Milliardo stopped, instinctively knowing he was no longer alone. He looked around but the street was as deserted as before. He tried to shake away the uneasy feeling that had settled down in his stomach and continued at a much faster pace to his waiting car.

But before he could reach it he heard that voice again: "You can’t run away from me, young one."

He stopped, frozen in the place by fear. He wanted to turn around to check his surrounding once again but before he could move an arm snaked around his rib cage, effectively pinning his arms to his sides. Another arm sneaked around his shoulders then moved up and he felt a cold hand touch his bare neck. He gasped as a feeling like static electricity rushed over his skin with the touch.

Milliard didn’t hear the man approaching him. And man it was. His arms were holding him tightly, almost crushing him in his powerful hold. Milliardo started to panic; he struggled even though there was no chance of escaping the tight grip. He opened his mouth to scream, to call for help. But then he felt the powerful hand close around his neck, the long fingers digging deep into the vulnerable flesh, but not deep enough to actually break the skin.

"One word and I will tear your throat off," the unearthly, cold voice whispered into his ear.

Milliardo stopped struggling immediately. He was gasping for air as a panic attack hit him with full force. He felt as though he couldn’t get any air into his oxygen-starved lungs. His eyes were wide open and he was looking up to the dark night sky, the snowflakes landing on his face melting away almost immediately.

The other man nuzzled his neck, scrapping the soft skin there lightly with his teeth. He chuckled as he felt Milliardo shudder. "That’s right. Do you feel it? Can you sense that strange feeling uncoil in the pit of your stomach?" he whispered seductively into his ear, licking the outer shell. He then licked the sensitive place behind Milliardo’s ear and Milli couldn’t stop the small moan from passing his lips.

Milliardo really could feel it. The hot feeling burning in his stomach. He didn’t know what it was. It was even more frightening than the unknown stranger holding him so tightly in place. He didn’t want that...

"Please... please, let me go... please... " He begged, not realising that there were silent tears sliding down his half frozen cheeks, leaving twin trails of heated moisture on his skin. "Please..." he sobbed.

The hand moved away from his throat and caressed his unbound hair. "So soft..." The captor whispered, his voice sending yet another shudder down Milliardo’s spine.

"Please..." He begged once more, voice pleading, with a hint of desperation

The man chuckled once more. It was a dreadful, chilling sound. "I can’t do that, my angel. I can’t let you go and make the biggest mistake in your life. Your place isn’t among the children of God. You don’t belong there." Another soft bite and lick. Another moan passed Milliardo’s lips. "You have fire in your veins, my angel. Do you feel it? Do you feel the desire burning in you? And that’s only the beginning. It could be much more..."

Milliardo closed his eyes tightly as the man’s hand moved down his neck and to the zipper of his waist long jacket. His captor pulled the zipper down and stuck his hand inside. He caressed Milliardo’s chest and wringing a gasp from the boy as he felt the long fingers close around his nipple through the thin black shirt. He moaned, experiencing the hot blistering feeling for the first time in his life.

"See, my angel? You like it. All you have to do is admit it."

Milliardo shook his head in denial as more tears of desperation ran down his now flushed cheeks.

"Admit it and I will make you feel so good. I will show you heaven, true bliss ."

Milliardo felt his knees growing weak. The seductive voice was penetrating his mind, reaching the hidden parts of his mind and soul, invading them... He tried to resist. He had to resist the call of the devil. This wasn’t right. He belonged to God. With his body and soul.

"Please, let me go. This isn’t right. I don’t want it," he begged. His voice was hoarse and he sounded as though he had been crying for hours.

There was a bitterly amused chuckle again. "This isn’t about what you want, angel, don’t you get it yet? This is about what you need."

Milliardo shook his head again. "I don’t need this. I swore my body to God, together with my soul."

The man snarled at the mention of God. "God? Could your God give you this?" He pulled his hand out of the warmth of the jacket and moved it down, gripping the man’s half hardened member tightly. Milliardo cried out silently and bucked up against the hand instinctively. "Would God allow you to experience this?" He began to move his fist up and down the now rock hard erection in his palm, grasping through the loose black pants. Milliardo was now rocking forward to meet the hand, instinct old as mankind itself taking over, overriding every protest his mind could come with. "You are telling me you don’t want it but your body obviously has a different meaning."

Milliardo felt himself respond to the man’s actions. The hot pulsing desire that had been in the pit of his stomach was now concentrated in his crotch and the only thing he could do, could only think of was to reach higher and higher. His body knew instinctively that the man could give him what he desired and he could hear himself moaning in response. But there were still the thoughts about the oath he took, the oath about serving God with all his being. And the last sane pieces of his being were trying to hold on that. But he was fighting a lost battle. Tears were streaming down his face and pain was spreading in his heart at the thought of his betrayal of God when in the same time some part of him welcomed his approaching completion. And for the first time in his life he hated somebody. He hated himself for being so weak.

"So many tears, my angel, shed for the loss of innocence." He licked away the hot, salty tears while still gripping the cock in his hand tightly. Milliardo turned his face away, unintentionally baring his long neck in the process. "You are still fighting it, my angel. You must let go."

"No," Milli moaned, trying to still his bucking hips, screwing his eyes shut even more tightly.

The man behind him sighed. "You don’t leave me any other choice, my angel. I didn’t want to do it at first, but if it is the only way I can keep you with me..."

Before the words could even register within Milliardo’s fogged mind there was a sharp pain on his neck. Something pierced his skin and he felt his hot, thick blood rush out of his body. He screamed in pain and pleasure as he found his completion for the first time and released himself into his pants while the stranger kept sucking at his neck. His hips stilled their rocking movement finally; he was panting in exhaustion and sobbing with grief. His knees gave up on him. The arm that had previously been holding him tightly around his chest tightened even more to keeping him upright. Milliardo felt himself growing weaker and weaker as the man continued to lap at his blood. But Milliardo didn’t care anymore. Maybe it would be better if the man killed him right there and then.

But then the stranger pulled away finally, licking at his neck, cleaning all the traces of blood from the already closing wound. Milliardo was panting slightly, white puffs of steam leaving his mouth. He opened his eyes just a fraction but didn’t register anything of what was happening around him.

The stranger chuckled again, but this time it was a warm, satisfied sort of chuckle. He lifted his hand from Milliardo’s now spent manhood and slid it over his eyes, closing the eyelids in the process.

Then there was the whisper again: "Sleep." It was an order and before Milliardo could even think about protesting, the darkness embraced him and he knew of nothing.

***

The first thing Milliardo heard when he woke up was hushed music //Gregorian Chants? Strange// and the crackling of fire in the background. The scent of sandalwood was heavy in the room. He tried to open his eyes but his eyelids were too heavy. He tried to remember what had actually woken him. Before he could think further there were hands on his naked body.

Naked? His eyes flew open and he looked around in fright. He was lying on a big canopy bed covered in black satin sheets. Only the fire burning in the large fireplace just opposite the bed lighted the room behind the half closed heavy red curtains. Everything was dim, almost dark around him. And there were the hands again.

He looked at the moving shadow half lying next to him.

"Who are you?" Milli croaked. His lips were dry and he tried to moisture them with the tip of his tongue.

The shadow chuckled. "I would think you would remember me, my angel."

Milliardo stiffened. "You..."

"Yes."

Before the blond man could react the shadow bent over him, touching his lips with his own. It was a strange sensation for Milliardo. The stranger was massaging his lips, caressing them with his tongue, trying to move into his mouth. When Milliardo wouldn’t let him in, the man raised his hand and slid it down the contours of his body, cupping his flaccid manhood and sack in his hand. As Milliardo opened his mouth to gasp in surprise and shock the man used the same moment to slip his tongue inside the hot and moist cavern.

Milliardo moaned. Emotions were warring inside his mind, soul and heart. He didn’t want that. But on the other hand... he had never felt such a desire, such a pleasure in his life. Did it make him a bad man?

When finally Milliardo thought he would pass out because of the lack of oxygen the man moved away from him with a last lick over Milli's lips. Milliardo panted heavily. He tried to squirm away from the hand still holding his manhood in it’s grasp - manhood that had started to show its interest in the twisted game the stranger was playing with him.

"Let me go," Milliardo whispered gazing up at the shadow’s face. He couldn’t distinguish any features as of yet, so he just looked in the general area where the man’s eyes should’ve been.

"I can’t do that, my sweet innocent angel," the stranger whispered, touching his lips to Milliardo’s forehead. "If I let you go, you would play this charade about God and the priesthood again. But there is no God and it would be such a waste if you closed yourself off behind the thick walls of the church."

Milliardo blushed at the reminder of his duty to God – a duty he wasn’t successful in fulfilling obviously. He tried to move away from the man only to find he couldn’t move. Suddenly frightened out of his mind, he started to pull at his wrists only to find them attached to the bed posts by handcuffs padded with silk. He pulled even more, frantically trying to free himself, kicking with his untied legs in a wasted attempt to get away, when he felt the grip on his cock tighten painfully, causing him to cry out and still every movement.

He was crying soundlessly, tears were leaking from his eyes again. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why me? I didn’t do anything to you," he sobbed.

"Shh." The stranger bent down again, licking away the tears with his hot tongue. "Why you? Because you are special. I could see the shining aura around you. It was calling me, beckoning me closer, daring me to touch you, claim you as my own. You are mine, Milliardo Peacecraft. You have been born to become mine. The mortals can’t see that, but there are always two people destined for each other. You can recognize them by the colour of their aura. Unfortunately the mortals don’t see it and that’s why they often end up with the wrong person." The stranger leaned against the pillow; his left hand still around Milli’s now withered cock, the right caressing his tousled hair. "Your aura is beautiful - shining golden light that almost blinded me the first time I saw it. I knew I had to have you, had to claim you, before you manage to slip through my fingers, before I lost you for eternity."

Milliardo shook his head. "You are not my fate. My destiny is to serve God." He could see the stranger didn’t even listen to him.

"You may not like it now... You may protest and kick and scream, but it won’t help you. I have been looking for you for centuries and you will be mine now. If I have to force you, I will. But I would prefer it if you come to me of your own free will," the man admitted, bending down and nibbling at Milliardo’s ear.

He tried to squirm away from him. "You are crazy. Centuries? Aura? What do you think you are?" The anger overrode Milliardo’s fear temporarily. "Only God..."

He was interrupted by an enraged snarl. "God? What God? Did you look around you? Children are dying, innocent suffer. There is no God. God is dead. He has been for a long time. Only the mortals are not ready to admit it to themselves. And how do I know that? I have lived long enough to see more suffering than you can ever imagine. When you see centuries pass you loose your faith in God."

Milliardo swallowed painfully. "Centuries? How...?" he asked quietly, breathlessly.

The stranger bent down, licking at his neck, grazing the soft skin with his sharp teeth once more. "What do you think, angel?" The chuckle was humourless.

Panic grabbed Milliardo again. Suddenly it was painful to breath. "You are a... a..."

"A vampire," supplied the shadow and Milliardo could see his eyes flash red from the darkness.

The blond man tried to pull away, his arms tearing at the bonds again. "Oh God, please help me," he cried.

"There is no God, angel of mine. Only the demons from hell." The man moved covering Milliardo’s twisting body with his own, restraining his moves efficiently. Bracing himself with his left hand and catching Milli’s chin in his right hand he covered his lips with his own.

Milliardo tried to twist away, but the weight of the man looming over him kept him in place, as did the restraints tying him up to the bedposts. The vampire was massaging his lips with his own, tracing the contour of his lips with the tip of his tongue, trying to gain entry, but Milliardo kept his lips closed tightly. The man’s right hand left his chin and moved down his chest to pinch his nipple. Milli gasped in surprise opening his mouth slightly. The stranger took advantage of this and dipped his tongue in, caressing the moist cavern with it.

Milliardo felt the burning sensation uncoil in his stomach again. The damning flame of desire licked at his insides, hardening his member and the pinched nipple. The man rocked his hips, grinding them together with Milli’s, letting both of their errections caress each other and Milliardo’s foggy brain realized somehow belatedly that the man was naked beneath his dark bathrobe.

The blond priest’s mind started to fog even more as his oxygen-starved lungs began to cramp in the need to breathe in some fresh air. The vampire release his mouth, sensing his distress and Milliardo panted heavily. The stranger moved down to his neck in the meantime, kissing and nibbling at the soft skin beneath his ear.

"Please," he moaned. "Stop..."

The only response he got was a light bite on the neck. The hand on his nipple began to move again, massaging and twisting the little nub, while their hard flesh met again in a maddening dance. Milliardo threw his head back, moaning and exposing his long neck to his torturer accidentally once more. The other man licked and sucked at it, moving down to his chest in a wet trail. Milliardo gasped in shocking pleasure as the stranger’s mouth engulfed his other nipple. The desire in his body raised a notch as he felt the sharp teeth bite down on the soft flesh.

Milliardo raised his hips to meet the vampire’s. The man’s right hand left his nipple and moved down to engulf the hard aching flesh in his fist. He cried out in pleasure as he felt the hard-callused hand move up and down his burning cock. The moves were slow at first, but the speed started to build up, together with the sucking on his nipple.

Milliardo gripped the restraints on his hands tightly and throwing his head back he screamed in pleasure as the desire inside of him reached its top and he came as the vampire bit down on his nipple, tightening his hold on his spurting member.

The priest-to-be’s body sagged back onto the bed totally relaxed. He was panting hard, the blackness that threatened to swallow his mind disappearing slowly. But then - when his mind cleared enough - he remembered, he realized what he had done. What he had allowed to be done to him. And not only that – he had enjoyed the violation of his body. He hadn’t been strong enough to face the devil; he’d let himself be seduced. Milliardo started to sob - he was damned. He betrayed his God and everything he believed in.

"Oh God, please forgive me," he sobbed.

So lost in his grief he didn’t even feel the man move away from his body, only to kneel between his spread legs - raising them and bending them at the knees. The vampire reached down to the floor, dipping his fingers into the small glass bowl filled with scented oil. Bringing his now slick fingers back up, the smell of sandalwood intensified.

Milliardo moved his head to the side, his tear stained face now flushed, hair lying in disarray around his head, forming a hallo on the dark sheets. Oh God, what had he done? What had he done? How could he?

Leaning over the sobbing frame of his chosen one, the vampire smeared the oil on his hard member and before the blond man could react or tense up he guided his shaft into his tight virgin hole. Milliardo threw his head backwards screaming in pain, feeling as if he was being torn apart. He gripped the restraints tighter, the knuckles of his hands going white. The vampire braced himself with his arms, placing them on both sides of his lover’s body and sinking himself fully inside until he could go no more, he stopped, giving his angel time to get used to the feeling of being filled, claimed totally...

Milliardo sobbed helplessly, spirit broken. The muscles in his legs trembled with the strain that was being put on them and he tried to spread them wider, to lessen the pain. He felt the stranger in him, within the most private part of his body... There was nothing left, he realized. Not a crumble of innocence or dignity. The demon had taken away everything... His sobbing lessened and a feeling of resignation took over. He was so tired and there was nothing he could fight for anymore. His head lolled to the side. He closed his eyes and let the demon do what ever he wanted. There was nothing left...

He tried to close his mind as he had done with his eyes, to be able to shut the man... the vampire out, but nothing helped. He could feel the man moving inside of him, moaning and groaning, licking at Milli´s nipple, biting it gently and to his horror, Milliardo could feel himself responding to this treatment. His member started to twitch, to harden again despite his efforts to push the feeling of desire that started to rise in his lower region down. He pressed his lips together tightly to avoid moaning aloud, screaming in pleasure as the man’s shaft hit something deep within him, causing the flicker of pleasure to grow into a scorching inferno.

"You like it, angel. I know you do. Just give yourself to it. The only thing you have to do is let go," the vampire whispered seductively in his ear.

Milliardo shook his head. He wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t... The demon moved again and Milli’s breath hitched.

The stranger laughed and licked his ear. Then he moved down to his neck, leaving a wet trail behind his hot questing tongue. He leaned forward onto his left elbow and nibbled at the blond man’s neck while his other hand searched for his member. To Milliardo’s eternal damnation he found it erect and throbbing with need. He began caressing it in rhythm with his slow, deep thrusts. He was constantly hitting the sweet spot hidden inside Milliardo’s body and Milli couldn’t hold his moans back anymore. He opened his mouth, panting as the need filled every fibber of his being. The vampire used this opportunity and caught the open mouth before his with his own, pushing his tongue deep inside Milliardo’s sweet and moist cavern. Milli gripped his silken metal restraints tightly, pulling at them, trying to free himself from them, but not to escape. Not anymore. His mind was far beyond any rational thought; the only thing important for him now was to get more - more of this incredible, painful, hot, sweet feeling that was scorching his insides, turning the blood in his veins into molten lava. If any feelings of regret or self-loathing returned they were pushed away mercilessly. It was as if Milliardo couldn’t get enough of this man who had woken these new emotions within him, who brought the damnation of his soul on him.

The vampire’s mouth moved away from Milliardo’s, letting him draw in much-needed oxygen. Milli threw his head back as a moan ripped through his throat yet again. This feeling... the need... He wanted to urge the man to move quicker to push him over the edge, but the stranger followed his steady rhythm - sheathing himself within the blonde’s hot body to the hilt then moving away so that only the tip of his member remained inside. Slowly, oh so slowly....

"Please..." Milliardo whispered, his voice horse with desire.

"Yes, my angel?" The vampire nuzzled his neck and his grip on Milli´s shaft tightened a notch.

The blond man moaned again, his head trashing from side to side. "... Please...?"

"You’ll just have to tell me what you want" the stranger said, fingering the tip of Milliardo’s erected shaft.

"... Do it... more... need... m-more..." Milliardo’s voice was thick with need as he vainly tried to thrust his hips up before being stopped.

"Say that you belong to me."

Milliardo’s thoughts were incoherent, his mind fogged, but the last bits of his sanity were trying to push through and he shook his head. It wasn’t true, he didn’t belong to anybody. Or did he?

The vampire thrust harder into him while his hand moved up and down his shaft, tightening his hold on the base every time the blond man came close to reaching his climax. "Say it." Another moan. "SAY IT!"

Milliardo couldn’t take it anymore, he had to... "I... b-b-belon-n-ng to... y-y-you..." he wailed.

There was the chuckle again, this time it was exceedingly smug. "See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?" With that the vampire’s thrust grew increasingly quick and intense. Milliardo’s body was being pushed into the soft mattress with every hard, brutal thrust. The last bits of sanity finally left both of the men.

Milliardo was moaning constantly now, the knuckles of his hands white as he was gripping the restraints. He embraced his lover’s waist with his legs, trying to pull him even closer. He needed....

He could feel his orgasm approach and this time the stranger would not bring him back from the edge. He felt his body start to seize when the vampire bit his throat hard, once again drawing blood, sucking on the open wound. Milliardo’s eyes flew open as he reached his climax, his body buckling under his lover; his come coating both of their bellies. His muscles clenched around the other man’s shaft and the stranger groaned even as Milliardo’s blood was filling his mouth. Milliardo could feel the hot come filling his passage. The sweet pain in his nether region reached it’s top and it was the most incredible feeling he has ever experienced.

Finally the burning sensation on his neck registered with him. He could feel the life seeping from his body. It was being replaced by an ice-cold feeling, spreading itself through his body, which was being still ravaged by the most incredible orgasm he has ever had in his short sex life. In the same time he could feel a strange sort of desire rise from the pit of his stomach. It was violent, painful and full of red. He pulled at the restraints, tearing them and he wrapped his hands around the vampire’s neck, pulling his head to the side. His eyes flashed deep scarlet red and with a hiss he bared his growing fangs. Before any sane thought could register with him he raised is head and buried his fangs deep into the vampire’s neck.

The rich sweet taste of blood filled his mouth and oddly there was no disgust, only a painful craving for it. With every mouthful he could feel the cold feeling being pushed out of his body, being replaced by a hot scalding feeling of something new that was red, red like blood....

And then there was nothing anymore...

***

Milliardo woke up to somebody caressing his hair. He was lying on something soft yet hard and warm. He furrowed his brows and tried to remember where he was and what had happened. Then his memory snapped back into place and he shot upright. Finding himself not bound anymore he moved away from the man lying next to him. In his panic he looked around the room and was shocked to see it clearly although there were no windows in this room and the fire had died within the fireplace. It was as if his night vision magnified tenfold during the time he was unconscious. What...

The man next to him moved and Milliardo tried to get away from him as quickly as possible. But the vampire was faster, catching him around the waist and pulling him back to his chest.

"Where are you going, angel?" he asked, a content purr in his voice.

Milliardo could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to struggle to get away. "Let me go... Let... me... go..." Another panic attack was starting to build up in his chest as he remembered everything. His memory was unforgivable as the pictures of their wild sex returned with vengeance. What had they done? What had *he* done? His vows... How could he have forgotten? How could he?

The vampire laughed. "Why are you trying to get away? You were more than willing yesterday."

"Not willing, never. You used me, forced me... I never wanted this... never..."

Both of the vampire’s arms closed tighter around him, stopping his struggling completely. He was turned around and pressed to the stranger’s naked chest and he looked him in the face for the first time... The vampire was beautiful... Short brown hair, olive brown skin, beautiful eyes that harboured amusement in them, elegantly split eyebrows, long narrow nose and full kissable lips. The vampire pressed Milliardo closer, rocking his hips against him and against his will Milli felt the desire return as their members met and rubbed against each other. His eyes narrowed and he moaned slightly.

Milliardo shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. "What’s happened to me? What have you done?" he asked as he burrowed his head in the muscled shoulder. He was panting again - but this time with lust and desire, hiis fear buried under those damnable feelings.

"I made you mine, lover," the vampire whispered in the same moment as Milliardo reached his climax again and relaxed in his embrace. The stranger kissed the top of his head and moved him to the side. He reached for some tissues from the box on the night table and wiped them both clean. Throwing the used tissues on the floor he manhandled Milliardo’s pliant body so that he was spooned behind him, embracing him tightly again.

"How?" Milli asked when he was able to pull his thoughts together again.

"The bite..."

Milliardo’s body went rigid. "You... I’m not... not a..." He couldn’t even say it aloud.

"Yes, you are. You are a vampire now, just like me, angel."

Milliardo shook his head with despair. "No, it can’t be possible. My heart is beating. I’m alive and..."

The vampire laughed with amusement. "What? Don’t tell me you believe these stupid fairy tales where people have to die to become a vampire. Don’t be ridiculous. The vampires are no dead bodies walking around. I don’t know who came with a stupidity like that. The change from human to vampire is just a... how do you call it these days? Mutation? Nothing more. The blood supply keeps our bodies young and strong because our cells regenerate. That’s why we drink blood... And because it’s delicious, don’t you think?" he asked.

The memory of the vampire’s blood filling his mouth sprang to his mind. It tasted so sweet and hot back then, but now Milliardo had the feeling he would throw up. "It’s horrible and bestial," he answered horror evident in his voice.

The stranger chuckled. "You will get used to it. Maybe you will even start to enjoy it..." He licked at Milli´s neck and to Milliardo’s dismay he could feel himself shiver with anticipation.

Milliardo tried to sort his confused thoughts. They were whirling in his mind, sending conflicting signals to his body. He wanted to get away yet he wanted to stay where he was. He was sick because of what happened last night but he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of being possessed, fucked through the mattress. He was horrified because he had betrayed everything he believed in, his vows, but he didn’t care at all, the only thing that was important to him now was to stay in the embrace of this man, to feel him claim his body again and again...

"I don’t even know your name," he whispered in the end, his voice quiet and resigned.

"I’m Treize, Treize Kushrenada."

Treize... so his nightmare, his sweetest dream had a name after all... "So it means that I’m a vampire now too? That I will never see the sun again?"

Something in his voice must have touched Treize because he raised one of his hands and caressed his hair and left cheek. "Yes, you are a vampire now, angel. But we are able to come out during the day from time to time. When we are well fed. But only for a short while. The sun would burn your skin and that’s quiet painful. You wouldn’t like to hurt yourself, would you?"

Milliardo thought about it for a while. Would he? Would he hurt himself, kill himself to get away from his personal hell? No... He had broken so many of God’s given rules last night... He wouldn’t break this one too. Suicide is a sin after all. The worst sin of all.

He shook his head and could feel the vampire sigh with relief. "Good. I have been looking for you for eternity. I can’t loose you now when I have finally found you. I love you..."

"But I don’t love you," Milliardo objected.

Treize sighed and kissed his shoulder. "You will learn to. For now it’s enough that you feel the bond between us, the desire... It’s a good beginning."

Milliardo tried to tell him that he was mistaken but he couldn’t. He *could* feel the bond between them. It was a shining, singing cord that bound them together. Treize was in his blood, in his mind and soul. He possessed him. There was no way back now.

"And my work? The only thing I have ever wanted in my life was to be a priest..." There was so much pain in his voice. This man who claimed to love him had destroyed his whole world in one night...

"You can’t go back, angel."

"Why? I have to. There are people waiting for me. Children..."

"They are not. They are not waiting for you. Not anymore." Was there regret in his voice?

Milliardo turned his head to look him in the eyes. "Why?" He could feel fear building in his chest again. "What have you done?"

"I left your bloody coat back. They think you have become just another victim of some violent crime."

Milli shook his head. No, it couldn’t be true. "No. You are lying..."

Treize was staring into his eyes. "It’s true. It was in the news this morning. They are convinced you are dead. Somewhere, somehow... And even if they didn’t, how could you go back to what you have been? How would you explain the changes? Your thirst for blood?"

Milliardo closed his eyes. They were burning with tears and he could feel the salty water slip down his cheeks. "How could you? You claim to love me, but you have destroyed everything I have ever loved. You have destroyed me. I have nothing left anymore... Nothing."

"You have me, angel. I will stay with you forever. I swear."

Milliardo turned away. He was sobbing his heart out. Father Maxwell, his children... Everything gone. He could feel something die deep within him.

"Shhhh, my angel. Everything will be okay, I promise. I will make it up to you. I promise. Don’t cry. Shhh..."

Milliardo could feel himself being hugged closer, could feel Treize shower his head and shoulders with small, light kisses... But it didn’t help – he had lost everything...

***

One year later...

A year has passed... Milliardo couldn’t believe it. A year...

A lot had happened in this short span of time within his life. He had learned that most of the things people knew about vampires were nothing more than fairy tales. Sure, you can kill a vampire with a wooded stake when you pierce there heart - just like any other living creature. Another thing was that vampires don’t fear crosses, holy water or even garlic. And what’s more important, they can go out into the sunlight. For a short time and mostly in the morning when the sun was not hot enough, but they can. The sun bothers them more because they are night creatures more then because of some inane mythological reason... Yes, vampires live forever and they can regenerate quickly, so the only way to kill them is to destroy their heart or decapitate their head so that you destroy the brain.

And then there was Treize... the man who destroyed his life, the man who had made him into what he was now... He didn’t hate Treize anymore, he didn’t think he’d actually ever hated him. The other vampire had tried to make it up to him. He helped Milliardo learn how to live again. His whole life Milli thought that he would end up being a priest so he hadn’t spent much time on clothes, cinemas, clubs or good restaurants. And that was what Treize showed him this last year. They travelled all around the world, visited places Milliardo couldn’t even dream about before and for the first time Milli found out that there was more to life then his town and it’s problems... He missed the priesthood, the children, the solitude of the church... But on the other hand he had never felt so alive as this past year. It was as if two people were now living within him with conflicting personalities and interests...

And slowly - he didn’t even actually noticed when - his dislike towards Treize lessened and lessened. The vampire cared about him a lot. After their first encounter and the forced sex, he had never done anything to hurt him again. Their sex was wild, mind blowing, but there was no pain anymore. Treize was still possessive, dominating, but the coldness with which he took him for the first time disappeared. Milliardo couldn’t say that he loved Treize - at least not yet - but he had some feelings for the man. He wasn’t able to describe them - maybe only that Treize made him feel whole. As if he had lost something a long time ago and the vampire had given it back to him...

"Are you okay, angel?" Treize asked quietly from behind him, encircled his waist with his arms.

"Hm? Yes. Yes I am," he answered in the same quiet tone. "It’s just really hard to be back after all this time."

And back he was. Standing here on the top of the building facing "his" church. It was dark already, the winter shortening the hours of day, but the children from the orphanage were still out, playing in the snow. He watched them with pain in his heart. They had grown so much this last year.

He smiled slightly as he focused on the small group of six years olds near the entrance of the church. There was Heero, serious as always helping his little protectee Duo stand up as the other boy fell down on the ice and dusting off the snow from his dark clothes. There were Trowa and Quatre making a snowman. And Wufei and Solo, Duo’s brother and the only seven year old boy in the group, fighting with snow balls.

"I needed to see that they were happy," Milliardo explained. It was his idea to come back. He really needed to know that they were okay. He always considered them "his" children. Especially this small group.

"I understand," Treize answered and Milliardo knew that somehow Treize really understood. Treize laid his chin on Milliardo’s shoulder and looked down at the children too. He smiled. "Their auras. Do you see them?"

Milliardo squinted a little bit. He was still new to this whole aura and life mates things. He still learned how to survive in this new world. He strained his eyes, concentrating on seeing the light that was coming out to the depths of every person’s soul. And suddenly all shifted into focus and he could see them. He blinked, surprised by what he was seeing. Duo’s and Heero’s was the same - violet-blue. Quatre´ and Trowa’s was green-blue and Wufei’s and Solo’s was bright, bright white light.

"They... they already found their life mates," he whispered shocked.

Treize laughed. "Yes, they were lucky. If nothing goes wrong they will be really happy. You just have to hope that nothing that could destroy the most precious thing they have will cross their paths in the future."

Milliardo leaned back in Trieze’s embrace and closed his eyes, praying silently for the happiness of his children. Then he turned to his lover, his eyes registering the warm golden light of their auras shining brightly. "Can we come back here one day again? I would really like to know what will become of them."

Treize nodded and caressed his love’s cheek. "Of course. We can do what ever you want to do. We have all the time in the world, angel."

Milliardo leaned into the caress and closed his eyes. Maybe this was really what he had been destined for. The sense of belonging he could feel in his heart was almost overwhelming. There was still the pang of sadness because of everything he lost, but it grew weaker and weaker with the time. And maybe one day... maybe he would be able to leave his past behind him entirely. Maybe he would be able to return the love the man who had been waiting for him for centuries gave him.

Milliardo opened his eyes when Treize cupped his chin with his other hand. The other vampire leaned closer and captured the blond one’s mouth with his own. The kiss turned from sweet and tender to passionate. With a lot restrain Treize managed to move away from his lover and whisper: "Let’s go, angel." His voice was husky, tinged with passion once again.

Milliardo glanced back at the church and his children for the last time as they headed to the stairs that would lead them off the cold roof.

Yes, one day. For now the passion, the desire he shared with his lover was enough... For now...

The End