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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
15
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2,967
Reviews:
25
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Chapter 13
AN: Okay, you guys definitely have Twitch to thank for me posting this chapter. I'd started giving up hope, which is sad, because I adore this story. Sorry, this one's a bit short, and there's a lot of repetiveness, but it's needed for an accurate picture of what's happening in their lives. And yes, guys, I am going to ask you to give me at least one REVIEW before I post up another story. The sooner I have the review, the sooner you get the next story. I hate blackmailing everyone, but dammit, my muse needs feeding! Especially with more work than ever on my plate.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I woke with a start at the unexpected feeling of arms encircling my torso and a head settling on my cool chest. My eyes shot open only to see white for a moment before I glanced down to see platinum blonde hair splayed across my skin. I could not help a smile, shifting groggily to pull Lucas closer to myself, pulling the sheets off enough to allow me to sit up and peck the top of the warm head.
“Mm… what time is it?” I questioned sleepily, getting a barely audible grunt in reply. I glanced at the clock and groaned: it was only four in the afternoon. I reached up, gently drawing Lucas’s face up for a kiss, but froze when I saw his unhappy, pained features. “What happened?” I asked as I sat up fully, bringing him with me. He didn’t reply, and for once I didn’t force it. I simply held him close, kissing his cheeks and nose.
I remained silent for a while before asking him if he had eaten. The slight shake of his head explained his pallor. “Go eat, then come back,” I directed softly—I would have cooked for him, but there was too much light throughout the house. He obediently moved—actions choppy and robotic, as if he was operating on auto pilot. I simply frowned again, watching him.
He did not return for twenty minutes and when he did, he slid silently back into my arms. I was not sure what was wrong so I gently undressed him, peppering freshly revealed skin with soothing kisses, pausing for a moment when I discovered why the teen appeared to be in a state of shock. Cut crudely into his skin were three words: “fag”, “whore”, and “pervert”. They were not clear and obviously his attacker was new to such things.
I continued stripping off the clothes before laying Lucas back delicately. “Gonna hurt a bit,” I warned faintly before leaning over the wounds and gently reopening the lines—they had stopped bleeding—with my teeth. He tensed, but I finished before licking up the trails, healing the cut skin behind my tongue. Soon, nothing was left to see and the pain was fading from my angel’s pale features.
I crawled back up his nearly naked form and rested against him. I drew his body close to my own and simply cuddled with him. Lips brushing against his ear, I whispered how sorry I was, and promised him that everything would be okay.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lucas’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I cringed in pain as my lover worked to heal the wounds; I was still in shock over what had happened. Charlie had caught me on my own at lunch and dragged me outside—I had been stupid enough not to go with my friends to talk with one of their teachers. He had pinned me to the ground, using his knees to keep me there, threatening to kill me if I made a sound before he began cutting me. I had squirmed, but I was too scared to scream. He had finished and I kept seeing the sadistic grin on his face as he watched my blood trail down my side, staining the grass. Then, the knife was at my throat with a whispered warning: “Don’t tell anyone, especially your /boyfriend/, or next time, the knife is in your heart.” I remembered trying to decipher the carving in the mirror, but I gave up, defiantly going to all of my classes despite the pain—it had taken a lot of paper towels to stop the bleeding, but eventually I had been successful.
As my lover held me after healing the cuts, as he whispered that everything would be okay, I wanted to laugh at him. I wanted to call him a liar, but I knew that he was only trying to make me feel better. When I finally did speak, it was only to whisper, “I don’t… need heal that fast… what if he sees?” Azrael growled slightly, well aware of who “he” had to be. Cool lips pressed against my ears, and the words that left them were soothing, “We’ll make it look like it’s there.”
He gently ran his hand down the area that had been injured, “Don’t live as long as I have without faking injuries. Tonight, I’ll get some stuff to take care of it,” he promised, cool, familiar touches soon soothing me and encouraging me to relax against him gratefully.
“Love you,” I informed him as I snuggled closer, doubting that there would be any of the suggested sex that evening. I would survive though, completely content to simply be held in his cool arms.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I saw what had been done to Lucas, I was livid. I knew that my lover’s pain threshold and that had certainly crossed it. I wanted to /murder/ Charlie, but all I could do was remove the current pain. It did not take long for the wounds to heal, leaving behind no trace of their presence. I reassured him that the wounds could be recreated visually, at least.
He snuggled against me, warmth temporarily forcing out the permanent chill I had had for so many years. I could not help but grin at the muffled words, easily repeating them to my angel. He rested with me, my mind wondering to a topic I had spent a lot of time on recently. Lucas was the first lover I had taken that I wanted to remain with forever, and I actually had the prospect of doing so… I had decided that when the teen was a bit older, I’d talk to him—and the three vampires that would have to approve of my turning someone. Lucas was someone I could not lose.
I was jerked from my thoughts by a playful poke. I glanced down at the blond beauty, quirking an eyebrow. He grinned, “You promised me sex if I went to school,” he informed me, which drew a chuckle.
“Did I?” I teased back, though I could not have resisted the cute pout he pulled, giving me a look that said ‘you know damn well you did, and I want my fucking sex.’ I laughed aloud, leaning forward to reward my angel with a kiss. I guess my thoughts had wandered for longer than anticipated—because when I had started thinking, there had not been any indications of sexual desire from my boyfriend.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I woke with a start at the unexpected feeling of arms encircling my torso and a head settling on my cool chest. My eyes shot open only to see white for a moment before I glanced down to see platinum blonde hair splayed across my skin. I could not help a smile, shifting groggily to pull Lucas closer to myself, pulling the sheets off enough to allow me to sit up and peck the top of the warm head.
“Mm… what time is it?” I questioned sleepily, getting a barely audible grunt in reply. I glanced at the clock and groaned: it was only four in the afternoon. I reached up, gently drawing Lucas’s face up for a kiss, but froze when I saw his unhappy, pained features. “What happened?” I asked as I sat up fully, bringing him with me. He didn’t reply, and for once I didn’t force it. I simply held him close, kissing his cheeks and nose.
I remained silent for a while before asking him if he had eaten. The slight shake of his head explained his pallor. “Go eat, then come back,” I directed softly—I would have cooked for him, but there was too much light throughout the house. He obediently moved—actions choppy and robotic, as if he was operating on auto pilot. I simply frowned again, watching him.
He did not return for twenty minutes and when he did, he slid silently back into my arms. I was not sure what was wrong so I gently undressed him, peppering freshly revealed skin with soothing kisses, pausing for a moment when I discovered why the teen appeared to be in a state of shock. Cut crudely into his skin were three words: “fag”, “whore”, and “pervert”. They were not clear and obviously his attacker was new to such things.
I continued stripping off the clothes before laying Lucas back delicately. “Gonna hurt a bit,” I warned faintly before leaning over the wounds and gently reopening the lines—they had stopped bleeding—with my teeth. He tensed, but I finished before licking up the trails, healing the cut skin behind my tongue. Soon, nothing was left to see and the pain was fading from my angel’s pale features.
I crawled back up his nearly naked form and rested against him. I drew his body close to my own and simply cuddled with him. Lips brushing against his ear, I whispered how sorry I was, and promised him that everything would be okay.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lucas’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I cringed in pain as my lover worked to heal the wounds; I was still in shock over what had happened. Charlie had caught me on my own at lunch and dragged me outside—I had been stupid enough not to go with my friends to talk with one of their teachers. He had pinned me to the ground, using his knees to keep me there, threatening to kill me if I made a sound before he began cutting me. I had squirmed, but I was too scared to scream. He had finished and I kept seeing the sadistic grin on his face as he watched my blood trail down my side, staining the grass. Then, the knife was at my throat with a whispered warning: “Don’t tell anyone, especially your /boyfriend/, or next time, the knife is in your heart.” I remembered trying to decipher the carving in the mirror, but I gave up, defiantly going to all of my classes despite the pain—it had taken a lot of paper towels to stop the bleeding, but eventually I had been successful.
As my lover held me after healing the cuts, as he whispered that everything would be okay, I wanted to laugh at him. I wanted to call him a liar, but I knew that he was only trying to make me feel better. When I finally did speak, it was only to whisper, “I don’t… need heal that fast… what if he sees?” Azrael growled slightly, well aware of who “he” had to be. Cool lips pressed against my ears, and the words that left them were soothing, “We’ll make it look like it’s there.”
He gently ran his hand down the area that had been injured, “Don’t live as long as I have without faking injuries. Tonight, I’ll get some stuff to take care of it,” he promised, cool, familiar touches soon soothing me and encouraging me to relax against him gratefully.
“Love you,” I informed him as I snuggled closer, doubting that there would be any of the suggested sex that evening. I would survive though, completely content to simply be held in his cool arms.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I saw what had been done to Lucas, I was livid. I knew that my lover’s pain threshold and that had certainly crossed it. I wanted to /murder/ Charlie, but all I could do was remove the current pain. It did not take long for the wounds to heal, leaving behind no trace of their presence. I reassured him that the wounds could be recreated visually, at least.
He snuggled against me, warmth temporarily forcing out the permanent chill I had had for so many years. I could not help but grin at the muffled words, easily repeating them to my angel. He rested with me, my mind wondering to a topic I had spent a lot of time on recently. Lucas was the first lover I had taken that I wanted to remain with forever, and I actually had the prospect of doing so… I had decided that when the teen was a bit older, I’d talk to him—and the three vampires that would have to approve of my turning someone. Lucas was someone I could not lose.
I was jerked from my thoughts by a playful poke. I glanced down at the blond beauty, quirking an eyebrow. He grinned, “You promised me sex if I went to school,” he informed me, which drew a chuckle.
“Did I?” I teased back, though I could not have resisted the cute pout he pulled, giving me a look that said ‘you know damn well you did, and I want my fucking sex.’ I laughed aloud, leaning forward to reward my angel with a kiss. I guess my thoughts had wandered for longer than anticipated—because when I had started thinking, there had not been any indications of sexual desire from my boyfriend.