We Could Not Meet

AN: Okay, so I'm FINALLY back from Mexico! Time for an update. Hope this chapter's decent. I'm so not used to writing sex scenes by myself. Oh well, it's all good. Tell me what you think, what needs to be approved, etc. I have the next three parts written, but I'm gonna space them out between postings. It's gonna continue to be a hectic month or two as I get ready for school again and try to figure out how to deal with classes and maybe finding a new job.

Reviewers:
Meleth: Glad you like it so far. I've definitely done the thing where you read all the back chapters, always interesting. Hope you continue to enjoy the story!
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I think my mother noticed that I seemed to be in a better mood. For the first time that week, I ate dinner with some gusto, though I certainly was not my usual chatterbox self- I had not been for quite some time. She poured affection on me, making me uncomfortable but grateful. If she thought I was doing better, she would not check up on me and it would be less likely for Azrael and me to be caught.

I was rather preoccupied with my thoughts so I did not notice right off that my mother had asked me a question until she sharply said my name. I blinked, looking over while she repeated herself. “I said that I have to go to my sister’s house for a few days. She’s got the flu and is too sick to leave bed. You need to drop me off—then you can have the car while I’m gone, alright?” I nodded vigorously. Time alone? With the car? The best thing was that she would not be there that night and Rae would be. No matter how upset I was, I would not pass up such a great chance.

My mom grabbed her purse and the bag that she had packed previously and I quickly drove her the ten or so miles to my aunt’s house. I sped back since it was almost time for Azrael to come. I rushed inside, grinning happily as I made my way to my bedroom. I opened my window and then stripped before sliding into bed. I would surprise my lover.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Okay, I admit it; I was excited to see Luc nightly. Sure, it is a pain in the ass and it ruins any plans I had for tracking Olivia, but my angel was worth it. I spent the rest of my time at the library sleeping. When it was finally dark, I hurried out, heading for Luc’s home. I would feed in the predawn hours if I did not take some from Lucas.

Noting that his window was partially open, I scaled the tree with practiced ease, making the short leap to the small sill. I pushed up the frame and slid into the room. I frowned slightly at what appeared to be my lover, sound asleep. Slightly hurt that I would not even get to talk to him for a while, I kicked off my shoes—fashionable black ‘goth’ boots—and shrugged my jacket off. After throwing it over a chair, I shut the window and crept to my beauty’s bed.

I started to lift the covers to slide in, but Lucas did not release them. I frowned, but it quickly faded when he sat up, letting the covers fall away to reveal a bruised but perfect bare chest. I could not help a smirk, quirking an eyebrow at his ‘come hither’ look. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” I teased as I moved to kneel on the bed, staring down at my lover. The only response was warm lips crushed against my own as a hand slipped up, pulling me forward into the passionate kiss.

I did not hesitate to reciprocate, fingers moving to clutch at warm, soft skin. I let myself fall into the delightful pleasure that was Lucas’s lips, but only for a moment. When I finally drew back, I grinned, “Kiss me like that too much and you’re gonna have a problem to take care…” I whispered. I knew it sounded like a cheesy line from a romance novel or porno, but it was true.

“You know we can’t do this… your mom…” I murmured after a moment, voice gentle as I rested my forehead against Lucas’s, letting our contrasting hair mix for a moment. Hell, I wanted to be with the boy desperately, but we both knew we couldn’t afford to be caught. I let my fingers lace into his hair, stroking wistfully.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lucas’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I could hear the longing in Rae’s voice as he broke the kiss and murmured the words I hated so much; however, those words meant nothing at the moment. I shifted my head slightly, whispering into my dark angel’s ear, “My mom’s gone for the weekend. It’s just you and me. We have a lot to make up for…” The words were barely out of my mouth before it was preoccupied once more—this time the kiss was rough and passionate, burning with Rae’s pent up need. I matched the intensity, hands sliding into my lover’s forest green shirt, stroking cool, firm skin briefly before pushing and pulling it up, reluctant to break the kiss—even for the few seconds it took to remove the offending material, leaving behind only pale skin. I eagerly explored it, encountering many ancient scars, none of which I knew the story behind, I did not dare ask.

Our lips had melded again and my fingers left Azrael’s chest, sliding down to his pants where I fiddled with the button for a moment. Finally, the metal popped free, followed by the zipper and then I pushed the material down the best I could. Rae shifted, removing them the rest of the way as he broke the kiss, leaving us both panting with need. “Do you want me to take it slow?” my lover questioned.

Frankly, I knew we should, I was not particularly experienced and I certainly did not have a high pain tolerance, but the words I uttered were the opposite. “No way…” sure, it would hurt, especially without preparation and without lube, but Azrael was too patient with me as it was. I glanced down, noting my boyfriend was already fully aroused, just from the kissing and the idea, much like myself. “I need you…” I whispered slowly, knowing the affects such words would have.

Sure enough, Azrael lightly pushed me back, yanking the sheets away from my naked body. He growled in appreciation at the sight of my bare body, something he had not viewed in months. I was glad he was still turned on by my battered body, but I pushed the thought of abuse from my mind. Instead, I concentrated on my naked lover who was quickly positioning himself, feral grin giving him a slightly crazed look—but I did not mind—I knew exactly how he felt. There was no need to take any time... I needed Azrael pretty desperately.

I knew I would need a distraction so I pulled him down, crushing our lips together once more, as my eyes fluttered shut. I could feel him shifting, preparing. That was all the warning I got before he thrust in, a little harder than expected. My yelp of surprise was muffled, tears held back by clenched eyelids. When he paused, I quickly adjusted, breaking the kiss. The pain was the same every time, but it faded faster this time, leaving behind pleasure.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My moan of pleasure was swallowed by our kiss, mind reeling at the feeling of Lucas’s tight body enveloping me for the first time in so long. Soon, I was moving, fast but pretty gentle for the time being. When my lover’s moans became more frequent, I increased the force, biting my lip to keep down the volume of my own groans and grunts. I wanted to go faster, harder, but I did not trust my angel to tell me if I was hurting him.

I knew neither of us would last long, a hand sliding down to Luc’s erection as I leaned back down for a brief peck. The teen below me groaned in delight at my hand, spurring me on. It was not long until I felt the familiar tightening in my stomach. “Can… can I feed… when you release?” I panted out softly; relieved at the nod I received. He did not quite warn me as he released rather noisily, but when he did, I got another thrust into the tightened muscles, bringing about my own release as I let my teeth pierce the pale neck, moaning at the taste that flooded my senses, combining with the pleasure that overcame me.

As I fed, I came down from my high, drawing away and smiling down at my exhausted lover. I slowly pulled out, wiping away the teen’s blood from my lips. I gave him a slow, deep kiss before collapsing beside him. I gathered his form into my arms, holding him close as I pulled up the blanket, basking in the wonderful after glow. A moment later, we were both sleeping deeply.
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