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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
1,652
Reviews:
4
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
BLOODSUGARSEXMAGIC
Chapter 11. – BloodSugxMagxMagic.
(This is the unbetaed version)
Godiva looked at his cell phone and sighed once more ”why is he not picking up his phone?” turned to the tall elf. “What if something went wrong with his summoning?”
Ol chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around Godiva’s shoulder “one thing I Do know about your father is that he is more than able to take care of himself” he smiled to the catboy “don’t worry Godiva”
“I can’t help it” Godiva sighed and followed Ol, as he began to walk
“Call him again in a hour, and if he is still not picking up, then we will go there – ok?” Ol said
“Yes” Godiva said with a slight frown.
They walked into a café and sat down, Godiva went to order, and Ol grabbed his own cell phone and send Tristan a text message, /if you don’t answer your phone next time he calls, we are coming up/ he wrote and just send it when the silver haired catboy came back, “who are you talking with?” he said with a curious mine
“Oh just a friend” Ol said and hurried to delete the message so Godiva wouldn’t se, The elf had a pretty good idea why Tristan wasn’t picking up his phone, as much as the angel wanted to, the elf knew that they were not so different in soul after all. Ol smiled to himself as he took the coffee cup from the table and sipped it.
“Are you nervous?” Godiva suddenly said, as he looked dead serious
Ol looked up and blinked confused “of course I am, little one” he said with equal seriousness “wouldn’t you be?”
“I guess so,” Godiva whispered
“You guess so?!?” Ol exclaimed, “if your beloved faced certain death?”
“I.. ehm.. I “ Godiva’s voice dropped and he started to stir his coffee
As the truth dawned for Ol his smile broadened “oh” he said softly “I see”
Godiva’s head snapped up and his eyebrows knitted over his nose “you *see*?! What is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh nothing” Ol said with a innocent smile
“Humph” Godiva snorted and emptied his cup “who cares? We are not here to discuss my love life anyways”
“No, you are right” Ol snickered, and in just that moment his cell phone let out a hysterical beeping. “Message for me” he said and picked up the phone to read /thanks/ it just said. Ol couldn’t help but laugh “I think you should try and call your daddy’o now”
“Why?” Godiva said but picked up his phone
“Because I just said so,” Ol said with a secretive grin
“Whatever” the young catboy said and rolled his eyes
Ol just sat back and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at his little friend, as he called his father.
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As Tristan hung up the phone, he couldn’t help but smile to himself, he turned to the gargoyle that was having quite the battle with his pants “we need to go now”
“Yea I kinda figured” Ayere said and let out a triumphant sound as he managed to button his pants
“Just you get a move on” Tristan said and walked over to his armoire to dress himself too
“Relax” Ayere mumbled and left to the bathroom to slash some water in his face
“I will relax when all this is over” Tristan answered as he walked over to gather his shoes and jacket
“Ok don’t relax” Ayere said as he emerged from the bathroom “but there is no reason to be prick”
“I know, I know” Tristan sighed “whatever makes you happy, but we *really* need to go now”
“Prick” Ayere hissed as he left the apartment, following the tattooed ex-angel
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Ol and Godiva was waiting in front of the train station, Ol looked up at the watch once more and frowned just like the zillion times before “they wont be here any quicker, just by you looking at the clock” Godiva finally said
“I know, but I’m starting to get nervous, what if itn’t n’t work? What if Tristan is late? What if we can’t get in to the arena? And...”
Godiva cut him off with wave of his hand in front of the tall elfs face “Ol, would you just *not* work yourself up like this? I spoke with my dad and he said the summoning was a success, and I am sure they will be here very, very soon, both him and his new killing machine. You are safe both you and Amdir”
“You are right” Ol said with a sad smile “I just wish I didn’t have this strange vibe about all of this”
“Nerves” Godiva said and padded Ol’s shoulder
The elf nodded but couldn’t resist a glance towards the large clock over the entrance and finding that Tristan should have been here for over 20 minutes ago, he let out a sigh. “Nerves” he repeated
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Tristan kicked his car in frustration, “dammit, dammit, dammit!” he hissed, “Why did this piece of shit choose today to break down?”
“Because it would annoy you the most?” Ayere said and sat down on the pavement.
“Lay off that attitude” Tristan sneered and grabbed his phone “or you can run next to the cab all the way there”
“As if” Ayere said with an annoyed facial expression “you might have summoned me, but everything is relative”
“If you say so” Tristan said and waved the gargoyle off with a move of his hand, before he started to talk with the cab company in the phone
“Goddamn! Why can’t I ever get summoned by some sweet guy?” Ayere whined and flopped down on his back across the pavement
Tristan hung up the phone and turned to the gargoyle “it’s going to here in ten minutes, so please stand up!”
“Yes mother!” Ayere chuckled and rose to his feet
“Ayere?” Tristan suddenly said and grabbed the gargoyles arm
“Yes?” Ayere said and looked down at the turquoise eyes looking up at him
“Remember to kill them all, don’t assume they are dead,” the silver being whispered with grave seriousness “make sure”
“I will” Ayere answered and nodded in agreement
“I do not care what it takes” Tristan continued “chop of their goddamn heads for all I care, just make sure the dead *stay* dead”
“I promise” the gargoyle said, nodding towards the cab driving towards them “just trust me, this is where I excel”
“I know” Tristan whispered “and remember, *not* a word to the elf!”
“My lips are sealed”
-TBC-
(This is the unbetaed version)
Godiva looked at his cell phone and sighed once more ”why is he not picking up his phone?” turned to the tall elf. “What if something went wrong with his summoning?”
Ol chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around Godiva’s shoulder “one thing I Do know about your father is that he is more than able to take care of himself” he smiled to the catboy “don’t worry Godiva”
“I can’t help it” Godiva sighed and followed Ol, as he began to walk
“Call him again in a hour, and if he is still not picking up, then we will go there – ok?” Ol said
“Yes” Godiva said with a slight frown.
They walked into a café and sat down, Godiva went to order, and Ol grabbed his own cell phone and send Tristan a text message, /if you don’t answer your phone next time he calls, we are coming up/ he wrote and just send it when the silver haired catboy came back, “who are you talking with?” he said with a curious mine
“Oh just a friend” Ol said and hurried to delete the message so Godiva wouldn’t se, The elf had a pretty good idea why Tristan wasn’t picking up his phone, as much as the angel wanted to, the elf knew that they were not so different in soul after all. Ol smiled to himself as he took the coffee cup from the table and sipped it.
“Are you nervous?” Godiva suddenly said, as he looked dead serious
Ol looked up and blinked confused “of course I am, little one” he said with equal seriousness “wouldn’t you be?”
“I guess so,” Godiva whispered
“You guess so?!?” Ol exclaimed, “if your beloved faced certain death?”
“I.. ehm.. I “ Godiva’s voice dropped and he started to stir his coffee
As the truth dawned for Ol his smile broadened “oh” he said softly “I see”
Godiva’s head snapped up and his eyebrows knitted over his nose “you *see*?! What is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh nothing” Ol said with a innocent smile
“Humph” Godiva snorted and emptied his cup “who cares? We are not here to discuss my love life anyways”
“No, you are right” Ol snickered, and in just that moment his cell phone let out a hysterical beeping. “Message for me” he said and picked up the phone to read /thanks/ it just said. Ol couldn’t help but laugh “I think you should try and call your daddy’o now”
“Why?” Godiva said but picked up his phone
“Because I just said so,” Ol said with a secretive grin
“Whatever” the young catboy said and rolled his eyes
Ol just sat back and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at his little friend, as he called his father.
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As Tristan hung up the phone, he couldn’t help but smile to himself, he turned to the gargoyle that was having quite the battle with his pants “we need to go now”
“Yea I kinda figured” Ayere said and let out a triumphant sound as he managed to button his pants
“Just you get a move on” Tristan said and walked over to his armoire to dress himself too
“Relax” Ayere mumbled and left to the bathroom to slash some water in his face
“I will relax when all this is over” Tristan answered as he walked over to gather his shoes and jacket
“Ok don’t relax” Ayere said as he emerged from the bathroom “but there is no reason to be prick”
“I know, I know” Tristan sighed “whatever makes you happy, but we *really* need to go now”
“Prick” Ayere hissed as he left the apartment, following the tattooed ex-angel
_______________________________________
Ol and Godiva was waiting in front of the train station, Ol looked up at the watch once more and frowned just like the zillion times before “they wont be here any quicker, just by you looking at the clock” Godiva finally said
“I know, but I’m starting to get nervous, what if itn’t n’t work? What if Tristan is late? What if we can’t get in to the arena? And...”
Godiva cut him off with wave of his hand in front of the tall elfs face “Ol, would you just *not* work yourself up like this? I spoke with my dad and he said the summoning was a success, and I am sure they will be here very, very soon, both him and his new killing machine. You are safe both you and Amdir”
“You are right” Ol said with a sad smile “I just wish I didn’t have this strange vibe about all of this”
“Nerves” Godiva said and padded Ol’s shoulder
The elf nodded but couldn’t resist a glance towards the large clock over the entrance and finding that Tristan should have been here for over 20 minutes ago, he let out a sigh. “Nerves” he repeated
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Tristan kicked his car in frustration, “dammit, dammit, dammit!” he hissed, “Why did this piece of shit choose today to break down?”
“Because it would annoy you the most?” Ayere said and sat down on the pavement.
“Lay off that attitude” Tristan sneered and grabbed his phone “or you can run next to the cab all the way there”
“As if” Ayere said with an annoyed facial expression “you might have summoned me, but everything is relative”
“If you say so” Tristan said and waved the gargoyle off with a move of his hand, before he started to talk with the cab company in the phone
“Goddamn! Why can’t I ever get summoned by some sweet guy?” Ayere whined and flopped down on his back across the pavement
Tristan hung up the phone and turned to the gargoyle “it’s going to here in ten minutes, so please stand up!”
“Yes mother!” Ayere chuckled and rose to his feet
“Ayere?” Tristan suddenly said and grabbed the gargoyles arm
“Yes?” Ayere said and looked down at the turquoise eyes looking up at him
“Remember to kill them all, don’t assume they are dead,” the silver being whispered with grave seriousness “make sure”
“I will” Ayere answered and nodded in agreement
“I do not care what it takes” Tristan continued “chop of their goddamn heads for all I care, just make sure the dead *stay* dead”
“I promise” the gargoyle said, nodding towards the cab driving towards them “just trust me, this is where I excel”
“I know” Tristan whispered “and remember, *not* a word to the elf!”
“My lips are sealed”
-TBC-