I turn to you

Oh well. I thought id better give you guys some sweet stuff too - so you don\'t think I only torment the poor, Ol, Ol (

-Az

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chapter 2 - Run for the cover, in temple of love.

it had been some time since Ol had fled the house of his childhood. He had first tried to run and find the city of his kin. But he had given that up once fatigue claimed him. And he had curled up in an alley. Feeling very sorry for himself. His dreams had been dark and troubled. So when he felt someone shaking him, he had woken screaming like a girl.

The first he had seen was two large purple orbs, with slim black brows furrowed. And the being seemed troubled, Ol had jerked away, and sprawled up against the wall behind him.

\"are you ok?\" a melodic voice said - that to Ol\'s ears sounded like hundreds of tinkling silver bells

Ol blinked to remove the veil of sleep from them. And then he saw a magnificent sight - \"w-who are you?\" Ol stuttered and removed some of his unruly hair from his face.

The beautiful being laughed and released even more tinkling \"I am Tristan\" he said extended a hand towards Ol, \"come\"

Ol did not even think for a second if it could be dangerous or wrong, he just took the slender warm hand offered to him and followed Tristan. They walked through several little dark alleys, it seemed to Ol they walked for a hour or more. Until Tristan suddenly stopped before an old abandoned building. \"It used to be a brothel\" he snickered and wrinkled his nose, flashing a mischievous smile at the elf beside him. Ol smiled back and chuckled nervously.

Tristan opened the door and walked in, still holding Ol\'s hand - Ol had wondered about this, but it felt nice and comforting, and he didn\'t really feel like letting the go of Tristan. But it felt strange anyways.

The sliver haired being walked through the house and finally stopped up and greeted a girl, never letting go of the elfs hand. Ol looked at them, and heard Tristan speak some tongue he did not understand, which reminded him of that awful guttural dialect he had heard while hiding in the pantry. The Tristan gestured towards Ol, and the girl smiled an bright smile and reached out to shake his hand. Ol reluctantly gave her his hand, and looked confused up at Tristan. \"humans greet this way\" the sliver voice said, and smiled. \"she asked what you name is\" the silver haired boy blinked and blushed lightly. \"what *is* your name?\" Ol smiled back, and giggled \"Ol Rem\'ea-dil\" Tristan smiled \"what a beautiful name, it fits you just perfectly\" Ol blushed at Tristan\'s obvious compliment, and he coughed nervously. Tristan blinked innocently and gestured towards the girl \"this is Riah, she is nice, and if you should need anything, just ask her\" Ol nodded and smiled at the girl. Which was the one to blush now. And Tristan turned his head, and whispered in Ol\'s ear, so close that Ol felt the soft lips brush his sensitive ear \"I think she likes you Ol\" the elf gulped and squeezed Tristan\'s hand, this made the silver being smile. \"come, let me show you where I live\" and with that he dragged off with Ol again, down a dark corridor to finally open a little worn green door. He stepped inside and bowed dramatically before Ol. \"this is my humble chambers fair Sir\". Ol laughed a wholehearted laughter. He liked Tristan, he had made him forget all bad that had happened to him. Had chased the shadows away.

Tristan let go of Ol\'s hand, and to Ol this seemed a strange sensation, to be without that comforting warm hand all of a sudden. Tristan sat down on the only thing in the room, a madras with a old brown blanket on. \"I am afraid that this is all I own\" and then another mischievous smile showed itself on the fair face \"and *this*\" he said and pulled out a bottle from under the madras. Ol sat down next to Tristan and rested his hands on his knees, and for the first time he became aware that he was still only wearing a nightshirt and his underwear. At this realization he blushed furiously. Tristan that had been observing him, put down the bottle on the floor, before he gently rested his hand on top of Ol\'s hand. \"I think you are pretty, don\'t be ashamed\" he whispered, and rubbed Ol\'s knuckles with his thumb. Ol looked up at the purple eyes, and bit his lip \"you find me pretty?\" he whispered. And Tristan nodded \"very much so\"

The suddenly Tristan removed his hand from Ol, and in a quick move ripped off his t-shirt. \"there - we\'re even\" he chuckled. But frowned as, Ol looked like he was completely shocked

\"what?\" Tristan said irritated.

Ol composed himself \"y-you are..\" he whispered.

\"yes\" Tristan sighed \"or rather, I *was* .. my real name is Thanatairan\" his voice trailed of. Ol bit his lip \"I am sorry\" Tristan turned his head and managed a small smile \"I though that my tattoos would cover the scars, but not to the eyes of the firstborn.. apparently\" Ol slowly reached out his hand, and let his fingertips touch the fine scar on Tristan\'s back

Tristan flinched under the feather light touch. And Ol quickly jerked his hand back. \"forgive me, I don\'t know what got in to me\" he whispered apologizing. The angel looked at Ol and placed his hand under his cheek, lifting his head, to his own eye level \"your touch could never offend me\" he whispered. The elf blushed, not knowing what to do.

Tristan leaned closer \"would you be offended if I kissed you?\"

Ol shook his head lightly and swallowed hard, and the tinkling sensation he got when Tristan\'s soft lips met his in a sweet kiss, went right down in his stomach, waking the swarm of butterflies that lived there, and a little mew escaped his lips.

\"you taste like cherries and sunlight\" Tristan said softly. But the scent, Ol reeked of death and fright, tears and sorrow. He dared not ask why, but he silently vowed to chase that awful aura away, with love.

Ol bit his lip, he had been kissed before, but never by another male, and never like this.

The silverhaired angel felt Ol\'s confusion, and laid down on the madras, padding the space next to him. \"you are safe here Ol, I will take care of you\" he whispered, and watched Ol as he slid down beside him. Tristan wrapped a protective arm around the elf, and kd thd the tip of his ear \"I promise\"

The ravenhaired elf relaxed some, and turned his head so he had eye contact with the angel, the tip of his nose lightly touching the others. \"that explains why you speak the ancient language\" he whispered. Tristan nodded, \"I speak all tongues known in the universe\" Ol blinked in surprise \"even drow?\" he asked quietly. And Tristan chuckled \"yes, even drow..\" he looked Ol directly in the eyes and whispered \"Tsoss ussa, ussta ssin\'urn wussrun\'wa d\'ssussun\" Ol blinked again, feeling stupid. He had read of drows, little evil black beings that hated all but themselves, living underground in large cities. But had never heard their language, and had never expected to hear it from a light-being. \"what does it mean?\" he finally said.

\"this\" Tristan mumbled, and tilted his head so he could kiss Ol\'s sweet lipce mce more.

The intensity of that kiss made Ol feel as were he on fire. And when he felt a warm tongue playing on his upper lip, he let out a sigh. Tristan stopped and looked at Ol. Smiling at the slightly flustered face. But when his gaze settled upon Ol\'s eyes he frowned \"is something wrong?\" he said and brushed Ol\'s dark hair away from the beautiful face.

\"I am scared\" Ol admitted blankly. And turned his head to look away from those alluring large purple orbs.

\"am I frightening you?\" Tristan said with a strained voice, there was nothing in the world he wanted less, than to frighten the little elf

\"no\" Ol said quickly \"... and y-yes\"

Tristan turned Ol\'s head once more and looked at him \"I did not mean to frighten you. But you are so beautiful, trusting and fragile - I had to take you with me, and every second I spend in your presence makes me want to touch and taste you, to hear your voice speak my name, I never meant to scare you, please believe me\" Tristan said softly, and caressed Ol\'s cheek gently.

\"I just n-never..\" Ol stuttered, but returned Tristan\'s gesture, caressing the angels warm, soft cheek. Tristan leaned into Ol\'s touch and purred. Amazed of the effect his touch had. Ol let his thumb run over Tristan\'s lips, and the angel kissed the tip of his finger lightly. \"let us sleep, theill ill be a day tomorrow - and tomorrow I will yearn for your compaven ven more\" Tristan whispered and smiled.

Ol nodded. He had never in his life met someone this angel, come to think about it, he had never met and angel before. He would have to ask him why he had been deprived of his wings, but tonight was not the right moment. Tonight he just wanted to feel secure and loved. And Tristan did this to him. He made him feel warm and whole.

The silverhaired noticed the change in mood of the other, and sat up, and kicked off his boots, before cringing off his pants. Now completely naked he lay down on the bed again, dragging the worn blanket up to his chin, smiling lazily at Ol.

Ol thought about it for a second, but then slowly unbuttoned his nightshirt. When he let it fall, he looked nervously over at Tristan again, as if to see what his reaction was, but Tristan just watched and smiled at Ol. The elf took a deep breath and ripped off his underwear too, and for some odd reason, he knew he should feel embarrassed and naked, but he felt revived and confident, as if he had stripped off his nightmare. Tristan lifted the covers, and let Ol slip down under them. And Tristan spooned up behind the darkhaired elf, letting their naked bodies meet. And it was only by sheer willpower he managed to kill his upcoming erection.

\"pleasant dreams my sweet\" he mumbled in the raven tresses, and Ol smiled \"pleasant dreams my light\" there would be a day tomorrow, a day full of light and laughter, Ol just felt it, felt it just as he felt Tristan\'s body heat behind him, and as he felt the little blows of air in his neck.. /there will be a day tomorrow/

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Az; Feedback is always good. ( *nudge -nudge*

Translations; (drow) Tsoss ussa, ussta ssin\'urn wussrun\'wa d\'ssussun - means - Kiss me, my beautiful dream of light.