Angel Eggs

Damascus was dreaming of wings and of an ethereal creature that looked at him like he was the entire world. He was a man and

the fact that someone looked at him with a worshipful gaze he was starting to very much love the creature. But there was

something about him that disturbed Damascus. The fact that he was a HE. Damascus was a womanizer and a whore, he had slept

with every type of woman in the world. Skinny model types, voluptuous types, tall girls, short girls and everything

in-between. But never ever had be ever thought about being with a boy. But this was different.

~Master Dami.~ The creature murmured hugging his arms his many wings wrapping around Damascus’s body stroking over his form.

The feathers had a silky feel to them, he could feel each stroke in detail. He gave a shudder. It felt so good. How odd he

hadn’t really ever thought himself to be such a pervert in his dreams. That he would dream of being with a male angel. Naked?

“My cloths…”

~Master Dami doesn’t need anything clothing.~ He said, ~This is his dream after all.~

The angelic creature moved closer to him looking up at him with these wide cerulean eyes, the color of that egg that he had

earlier stolen. He reached up his small soft hand catching a hold of a lock of his hair and tugged, ~Pretty.~ Damascus

blinked. He always got mad at people when they messed with his hair, pulling his hair was out of the question he would hit

someone for such an offense even if it was just a dream but… When the angel did it. It felt good, arousing even. He could

feel the tugs from his hair straight down to his groin.

“Who are you?”

~I’ve no name of my own. My master must name me.~ He murmured.

“Name you?” He murmured looking at him trying to see him more clearly but it was those eyes that drew him, so beautiful, with

a slight tilt to them that suggested Asian decent. Then Damascus started to laugh as it dawned on him what was going on, “I

see. I understand now.”

~You do? That’s wonderful.~ The angel’s sing song voice said.

“Yup. This is all a combination of the fact that I was in a meeting with some Japanese fellows to try to keep my client out

of prison, the fact that I stole that egg, to little sleep, not enough to eat, and a raging desire to have sex.”

The angel seemed to internally crumble, ~S-Stole? Your not my true master?~

Damascus laughed, “I stole the egg yes. As for master I don’t think I would make a good one for you kid.” His amusement

ceased when he saw that the creature was crying, his tears made pain lance through Damascus’s chest. He reached out, “Stop.

Don’t cry.”

~You… you aren’t the one… I’m not for you!~ He cried backing away from him.

Damascus felt that same odd feeling from earlier when he was told that the egg wasn’t for him, the anger and jealousy of

whoever was really supposed to get it. His hand shot out and he grabbed the angel’s wrists pulling him over, “Stolen or not

your mine! You wont, cant run away from me!” He said shaking with suppressed emotions.

The boy starred up at him wide eyed then his eyes rolled up into his head and he slumped over in a dead faint. As he did so

Damascus came away.


*****

-The plane will be landing in five minutes, thank you for Flying with us this evening and I hope you enjoy the rest of your

day- The voice of the captain over the loudspeaker. Damascus blinked rapidly the dream sticking his mind not allowing him to

be free of it, of the sadness and betrayal that he felt when he had told the angel that he was stolen. He took the egg out of

his pocket looking it over then sighed, it was his guilty conscience was all. The fact that he had stolen something and now

the thing was coming back to him as an angel to make him feel bad. It was nothing more then that. He tucked the egg away

again then buckled up as they were being advised to do.

He wasn’t going to let a silly thing like a nightmare spoil the rest of his day, that was Marina’s job after all. Once the

plane had landed he got to his feet and left the plane quickly. He would gather his bags and then head out to meet the car

that should be waiting for him to deliver him to home. He was half tempted to go out for drinks first… He smiled a little as

he swept up his bags, that’s what he would go get a good stiff drink at his favorite bar and then he would head home. A good

drink would steady his nerves and get that angel out of his mind.

He waited by the conveyor belt, retrieved his bags and headed out of the airport. His steps were hurried but even so he gave

off the air of importance that had people getting out of his way, something that he was grateful for as he had better things

to do then wait on people to decide that they wanted to move themselves and their brood of tax deductions out of his way. He

gave a groan as he passed through the revolving doors and outside. He inhaled deeply, such nice fresh air he thought. Then

looked up at the sky, at the pretty stars, then reached into his pocket to get out a lighter and his pack of smokes. It was

all boring.

If he really wanted to see something nice he would get moving to the bar. Get a drink watch those ladies in the nothing

outfits dance in cages. Course he wasn’t that lucky was he? No. After stealing that damn egg it was as if God was trying to

get back at him. He stepped around the corner where the car waited and low and behold there was Marina leaning against it.

She was decked out in a pants suit that no doubt cost him a great deal, her hair looked newly done and was definitely not her

original color, not that he even knew what the hell color that might be.

“Oh! Damascus! Darling your finally home.” She said in that annoying sing song voice of hers. The one that made it so all

that he heard was ‘blah blah blah and the amount of money spent’ on whatever. She wrapped her arms around one of his the

perfect picture of a fiancée that had missed her man, then lead him over to the car. This only meant one thing of course,

that she wanted something.

He put on his best fake smile, put away his smokes, and allowed her to usher him into the car. Then he sat down across from

her and watched her. She looked him up and down as if studying some sort of foreign creature then tilted her head, “So who is

she?”

Damascus blinked rapidly, “What the hell?”

She crossed her arms and her legs, “I’m not a ditz Damascus. I know when you hiding things, and when you have met someone

that your going to or have already bedded. Who is she? Never mind I don’t care. Stay away from her got it? Your not allowed a

mistress until after you and I are married.”

Damascus rolled his eyes, her thoughts on the world were somewhat skewed weren’t they? Oh well that gave him permission to

pick up a mistress after they tied the knot right? He gave a happy sound. Yes he was quite sure that’s what it meant. He

gave a happy sound then nodded, “Sure thing. I will not have another lover between now and whenever we are getting married.

So. Want to do it this weekend?”

Marina blinked then looked over at him for a long moment her paint lips turning up into a small smile and she nodded, “That

would be perfect. Then you get your whores and I get what I want.”

“Of course.” He said then leaned back in his seat. He had only one week then he would be a free man. Well a freeman with an

annoying, money spending, psychotic weight around his leg, but a free none the less.