Boy's dont cry

This is a early valentines pressie for my sweet Cali, its a bit early but I wont be near my computer on valentines, I will be in Holland YAY!

Ayere belongs to Cali. The rest is mine.
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Chapter 10, dream of the ones that came before

Tristan had read the summoning several times, still not sure if this was such a good idea after all. But in the end he just sighed and read up the words out loud, listening to his own magical song as the tunes just flowed out from his lips, it was a tune he did not even know he had inside him, but here it was flowing as he had sung it a thousand times before.

He finished the song and looked at the floor before him... he frowned, one would think such a gargoyle would take up some space, and that was exactly what there was, space! “Shit!” Tristan hissed, “it didn’t work” he mentally scolded himself for believing this would work, gargoyles was such fickle creatures, it would not surprise him if they were just not bothered to answer his summoning. He shrugged and walked off into the kitchen to makre cre coffee and a sandwich, “back to the drawing table” he muttered clearly irritated... knowing that if he had still had his angelic grace he would have annihilated that goddamn darkelf in a minute, but he didn’t. He had lost all his grace along with his wings, and now he had only the might of a mortal.

He could always summon Harm, he would answer his call, but in doing so he would have to travel with him, when he did this he could always hope that harm would never notice and not come for him. It was not really that he didn’t want to go with harm, but it was facing the judgement he knew he would. His heart ached for seeing the heavenly domes again, the vast gardens he had played in as a child. But this time he would not be saved; he would have to face the verdict.

He went back to the living room, and almost dropped his cup on the floor between his bare feet. It had come; he looked at the huge creature and was suddenly sure this was a bad idea! If it wead aad at him, it would be able to crush all life out of him in an instant. But he cleared his throat and said “greetings”

The gargoyle turned around surprisingly soundless, there was a vague sound of the wind pressed from his wings, but he turned as agile as any elf would, he looked at the silver haired being standing in front of him, he crooked his head and snorted “you! I know you, are you by any chance the idiot that summoned me?”

“erhm yes” Tristan admitted and felt awfully stupid

Ayere sat down on a chair and sighed, “in the middle of dinner, what kind of heartless creature are you?”

“Sorry” Tristan mumbled and moved to sit on the far end of the table “but I really need your service”

“I’m sure you do, just like everyone else” Ayere sighed and looked absolutely bored “what is it this time, need me to wipe out your enemy cult? Finish off goddamn Helen of Troy? Stalk your favourite pop singer?”

Tristan sighed, “No, I need you to kill off a darkelf”

Ayere looked puzzled “a ordinary darkelf?” he laughed a little mocking laughter “you seem healthy and fit, why don’t you do you own dirty work?”

“Why should I? I have you here now, bound by my summoning” Tristan sneered.. This pompous gargoyle was indeed not what he needed

“I am not more bound than I can kill both you and that darkelf y pretty one” Ayere stated coldly

Tristan paled some, and took a sip of his coffee, arguing would get them nowhere, so he had to try another approach “coffee?” she said sweetly

Completely confused Ayere nodded and watched Tristan as he left for the kitchen, why could he not remember where he had seen this little creature before?

Tristan came back and put a cup of coffee in front of the gargoyle, he yelped helplessly as the large creature grabbed his wrist and pulled up his sleeve revealing the tattoos “now I know, you are the one that pulled me out of my prison, I have only seen tattoos like this twice in my life, and once was on him”

“Yes that was me,” Tristan whispered

“These tattoos are done by a siren, am I wrong if I say she tattooed the magic of the sea into it?” Ayere said and raised a brow looking up at Tristan

“You are absolutely right” Tristan admitted

“Then what are you? They do not make magical tattoos for just about everyone” the gargoyle said and let go of his grip on Tristan

“I used to be a angel” Tristan said and looked away from the stone creature

“Didn’t we all” he laughed, but stopped as he noticed that Tristan was uncomfortable “I have met fallen angels before, and you are absolutely not the most unpleasant race” he snickered

Tristan couldn’t help but laugh softly too “why thank you”

“But that still don’t explain why you need help with a darkelf” Ayere said and looked after Tristan as he moved down to his own seat again “he is not blessed, or protected in some way?”

“No” Tristan said “but it would be difficult for me to do it myself”

Ayere just shook his head “alright, then what are you offering me? What will I get for a job well done?” he said with a mischievous grin

The silver being noticed the change in the gargoyle, but decided to be just as cryptic himself “what do you wish for the most?”

“You are the fallen angel, you tell me, we can play qui pro quo” he said and smiled “first you tell me what sin you ere guilty off, and I will tell you what I wish for the most”

Tristan sighed but stood up to get the coffee pot, this was going to be a long night indeed “lust” he said dryly as he walked past Ayere

The gargoyle smiled to himself, of course it had to be lust, he just wanted to hear it from the angelic being himself “freedom” Ayere answered and took the last sip of coffee

Tristan came into the room again “I can give you that” he said with a smile as he refilled the gargoyles cup, “I promise to destroy the summoning after you did my bidding”

Ayere smiled and gripped the angel once more dragging him closer “then what is your greatest desire?”

“I thought we stopped playing” Tristan said as he was directed to sit in Ayere’s lap

“Just answer me,” Ayere said with a smile

“Love” Tristan said with a blush “my greatest desire is to feel love again”

Ayere looked down into those turquoise eyes and to his surprise he saw no lie there, why did angels always have to be so overdramatic? But wearing those silly uniforms as they did must do something strange to their heads “good luck” he just said and smiled oddly

Not knowing whatever came over him Tristan reached out and lined Ayere’s wing with his fingertips “I miss them, even though they were always in the way”

“I am sure they looked good on you” Ayere teased and used his hand to turn Tristan’s face towards his, and slowly inched closer seeing the surprised expression on Tristan’s face as their lips met.

As the kiss ended Tristan felt as his pulse had reached an impossible speed, what was he doing? Kissing the one he would lead into his death with sweet promises? Suddenly it all just felt so wrong, but he was shaken from his thoughts when Ayere spoke “just one last question pretty” he whispered

“Sure” Tristan said and allowed himself to rest up against the large frame of the gargoyle

“Do you still sleep naked?”

“What?” Tristan spurted out and nearly fell down from Ayere’s lap

“You did in that tent, I remember” Ayere said with a grin, while he started to undo Tristan’s shirt

“You watched me?” Tristan’s said shocked

“How could I not? Such perfection laying there naked... and besides I had not seen a naked body for decades at that point” he giggled and leaned in to kiss Tristan’s column

Tristan was not sure he should be flattered but with Ayere’s surprisingly soft lips nipping across his skin he forgot whatever protests he might have, and just leaned into the touch and purred. He ran his hands over Ayere’s chest, vaguely thinking that he was not supposed to do this, not at all..

Ayere chuckled at the surrender he felt from the little silver being, and quickly shrugged off his shirt, kissing his way down to where the tattoo started “can I see it all?” he mumbled

Tristan blushed a little but stood up and undid his belt slowly undoing his pants, and feeling incredible stupid as his pants hit the floor and he stepped out of them, but as he looked at Ayere his doubts of being an idiot disappeared, the adoration that shone from the gargoyle surprised even him.

“Pretty” Ayere said with a smile as he stood up, lifting Tristan as he was as heavy as a teddy bear, carrying him towards the bed “

“I am not like this” Tristan said in a weak defence as Ayere laid him on the covers

“Neither am I” Ayere answered as he removed his pants crawling into the bed, kissing his way up to Tristan’s stomach “and neither am I big on foreplay” he chuckled and bit Tristan gently

“Whatever rocks your boat” Tristan answers with a gasp. It felt immensely decadent giving himself to this large creature, he smiled at the thought of the anger of the angels, I should have done this while I was still an angel he thought, but his thoughts was disturbed as he felt a broad finger entering him, and a shot of discomfort and slight pain made him wake up from his daze.

“Turn around” Ayere said with a soft voice and Tristan did just that, feeling as Ayere continues to manipulate him, teasing his senses with something and nothing

The gargoyle snickered as he heard the fallen angel begin to plead for his sweet torture to end. But Ayere didn’t care, he took out his fingers, but only to replace them with his tongue and wrap his hand around Tristan’s erection, but as he heard Tristan’s whimpers grow more desperate, and not to mention his own need to bury himself inside this one divine creature, he stopped and positioned himself behind Tristan

When the gargoyle first penetrated his guardian muscle he couldn’t help but think that this would be the death of him, it felt too large, much too large, but as he inched inside, the pain subsided and he didn’t feel so painfully large. And when he began to thrust slowly as if testing grounds, the pain left and the only feeling left was pleasure

Ayere had wanted this to be fast yes, but this was ridiculous. He had not even started before he felt the strange hot sensation pool between his legs creeping up to his stomach. He looked down at the tattooed angel squirming underneath him, mumbling words meant for no ones ears, and when Tristan suddenly began to thrust back, Ayere let out a growl.

When his climax hit him, it was totally unexpected; suddenly he just felt his body on fire, and had no option but to scream out his immense pleasure, feeling Ayere tremble inside him, and the hot semen run down his thigh. Tristan gave upon trying to have his arms and legs support him, and he collapsed on the bed, sensing Ayere slump down next to him “I got to have more of that once I catch my breath” Tristan giggled

“Are you kidding?” Ayere gasped for breath “this was the practice round”

“I hope so” Tristan said with a smirk and turned his head to look at the gargoyle “I would hate to think I summoned you for a quick shag”

Ayere chuckled and smiled, as he slowly sat up, he was thirsty. But as he rose from the bed, the silence was broken by Tristan’s cell phone.

“Let it ring” Tristan mumbled as he stretched “they can do without me until the morning”

“You have 5 unanswered calls here,” Ayere stated as he looked at the cell phone, all from one number “who is Godiva?”

The fallen angel laughed “it is my son, and he just have to wait”

“You have a son?” Ayere said with surprise in his voice

“Yes, and you will get to meet him tomorrow, unless I have to kill you for being so damn slow getting back to bed” Tristan laughed

Ayere shook his head and left to the bathroom

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tbc.