Ethereal

The war between the half-bloods and the pure-bloods has reached a danger point, and destruction of both races is imminent. For two members of the pure-bloods, though, life seems to just be starting. Will it end sooner than they think?

A/N: It’s Friday people and that means ... UPDATE! Now that I got the whole age thing out of the way, I’m going to clear up the name issue with everyone since it’s probably really confusion. Gabriel and Israfel: main characters and together. Azazel and Marius: also together. Malachai is Gabriel and Damien’s father. I usually don’t use his name, but I’ll start using it more often. Now ... on to the Chapter.

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Chapter 3. Malachai


Their eyes were locked, Israfel’s pearly babies shimmering with unshed tears. He was clutching at Gabriel’s shoulders, his heart beating a thousand naughts a minute. His breath was heavy, deep wipe marks and cuts broken into his skin stinging badly. His bottom lip trembled, the bottom lip puffy and purple.

Gabriel stared at him briefly, disbelieving what he heard. He shook his head slowly, messy black hair falling around his face, and looked back to Israfel. The yearling was looking away from him, eyes unfocused and hazy.

“Israfel – ”

“I know what you’re going to say. You don’t want to because what if you die in the war,” Israfel whispered. “But ... what if you do and you were never able too. I want to know I’m yours, even in death. I don’t want anyone else ... only you.”

“Israfel, do you love me?”

Israfel was shocked by this question, his mind momentarily stunned into complete stupor. He stared at Gabriel’s sincere crimson eyes, mouth slightly gaped.

“Of course I do ... you know I do.”

“And do you know, Israfel, that I do not merely love you ... ”

Israfel looked deeply into Gabriel’s mysterious eyes. He could see the dark shadows of the war swimming beyond, but something was rippling at the surface, something Israfel had seen before, but overlooked. Like a rock, it hit him what he was seeing, and he gasped, eyes widening, a tear rolling down his pale pink cheek ...

“I’m in love with you, Israfel.”

“You’re – in love – with me,” whispered Israfel in a choked voice.

“I’m in love with you,” repeated Gabriel.

“Gabriel – ”

“Do you truly wish for me to mate you, love?”

“Gabriel ... yes, I do.”

“Then – will you let me, Israfel?” asked Gabriel in a whisper.

“I want you, Gabriel, I honestly do. Please ... be with me.”

Gabriel sat back on his knees and slowly, teasingly, pulled Israfel’s pants away. He tossed the clothing article to the side, hungry eyes moving over his lovers flushed naked body. He licked his lips unconsciously and removed his own shirt and pants, standing nude before his young companion. He stood a good foot over his young lover and knew he needed to be carefully. Israfel’s body was wounded internally and he was small, very small.

Gabriel settled between his lovers legs, spreading his masculine and much taller body over the small trembling one. He captured trembling lips in his own and licked Israfel’s bottom lip lovingly, cleaning away the clotted blood and asking permission politely. When feeling the hot canvas open, he slid his tongue deep within and explored the territory he had claimed and made his own so long ago.

Their bodies tangoed and danced together, moving in a tangled mass of limbs. Israfel wrapped his legs around Gabriel’s waist and felt, with a pang of fear, the others elongated erection poking his thigh. He flushed, the nude body that rocked against him making his own very hard as well.

“Israfel, you are trembling,” whispered Gabriel.

“I’m scared,” said Israfel truthfully.

“If you wish, I shall stop,” Gabriel said.

Israfel looked away from Gabriel’s piercing gaze to his shoulder and stared with horror. He hadn’t noticed how tightly he had been holding Gabriel, but now that his hands were aching, he noticed greatly. His fingers had pierced his older lovers skin, blood dripping between his fingers. He looked back to Gabriel, but the older Vampire merely smiled and kissed his nose gently.

“I’m hurting you,” Israfel whispered.

“It does not hurt,” Gabriel whispered. “You are scared, so wish to hold something close.”

“That is no reason why I should be hurting you,” Israfel whispered, releasing Gabriel’s shoulders.

He leaned up, sniffing the warmth and saltiness of his lovers blood, and licked at the deep gouges. His tongue moved across the five wounds, Gabriel releasing a rumbling growl from deep within his throat. It made Israfel shudder with fear and anticipation.

Gabriel pushed against the smaller body, flattening him gently into the large bed, silk and satin sheets rippled and crumpled around them. He dipped lower, sliding his body along his yearling lover, his chest being pressed by a tight erection, lips caressing the smaller body down along a pale neck to the fast-rising and -falling chest.

His tongue moved like fire across the already burning skin, eyes half-lidded in lust and passion, breath coming out in puffing pants. He felt his lovers fingers gripping his shoulders again, pushing him lower, fingers twitching and trembling. Giving off a fair growl of warning, Gabriel indeed slid lower, driving across Israfel’s stomach to his belly button.

His tongue slid out, circled the navel, and then dipped inside the canvas. He felt Israfel gasp and shudder, stomach rippling with his growing need. He squirmed beneath the bigger body, head tossed back into the pillows behind his head, hair matted and tossed around his flushed face. He gripped the sheets as if he was falling, holding himself up from that tremendous drop or doom.

“G-Gabriel,” panted Israfel. “More ... please ... I need more.”

Guilt wrenched at the older Vampire, his hands sliding up along his lovers sides and down again across his thighs. He could smell his fathers scent all over the yearling, from where his fathers lips had touched Israfel’s, to the salty taste of his father in the depths of his lovers mouth. He wanted to eliminate that smell before continuing ... and he would do so.

Again, he kissed lower, bypassing Israfel’s weeping erection, and kissed along his inner-most thigh. His tongue bathed the sensitive flesh, the yearling’s erection jumping with excitement. Gabriel let his teeth graze across the skin, testing it, and searched for the best area. He sniffed, licked and sucked on the tenderest of flesh, searching for it ... and knew he found it when ...

“OH .... LORD ... GABRIEL ... SO GOOD,” Israfel cried and panted.

He smirked, fangs elongating, eyes rimming with the deepest of blood crimson. He let out a hissing growl and grazed his teeth harder across the flesh, claws scraping across his lovers sides and drown across the rounds of his cheeks. His tongue bathed the area, readying it. He sucked and kissed gently, his growl now continuous and rough.

“Israfel,” panted Gabriel, gathering his lovers half-conscious self back to reality.

“G-Gabriel,” shuddered Israfel.

“You must know, love,” whispered Gabriel softly, “that this will hurt you for a while. I promise, it will feel better once I am done.”

“W – what are you going to do?” whimpered Israfel.

“I, my lover, am going to mark you as mine – ”

And with that said, Gabriel snarled, fangs stretched to their limit, and sank his fangs into the tender flesh of his lovers inner thigh. He could feel Israfel’s erection slide against his cheek as the younger male arched and cried loudly, stirring against him. He felt the leg he was marking tremble viciously. It caused his fangs to sink lower, blood trickling out into his mouth, fogging his senses, and making him growl louder. He could feel that protective, territorial instinctive part of himself taking effect already, and hissed with anticipation for more.

Israfel whimpered, tears leaking heavily from his eyes, hands clutched tightly into the sheets. He arched back into the bed, pain erupting around him, his thigh tingling painfully. His eyes opened a crack, clouded and blurred with tears. He focused weakly on Gabriel’s head between his legs, his lovers hands placed on either of his upper thighs, pushing them farther apart.

“Gabriel ... stop ... it hurts,” cried Israfel.

His lover only hissed a warning to him.

“Please ... stop hurting me,” Israfel whimpered frightfully.

Another loud snarl, far more than a warning this time.

“Stop it ... you’re acting just like your father,” screamed Israfel, tears splashing from his eyes now.

It jolted his lover, and Gabriel stopped, his fangs retracting. He pushed away from the younger boys body, falling back ono the bed, blood dripping from his fangs and mouth, and let out a fearful, shuddering, gasp. Israfel slumped into the bed, pulling a sheet weakly around himself, and curled into a fetal position.

“Israfel ... I’m ... so sorry,” Gabriel whispered, his voice shaking. “We can’t do this ... not now ... not any more.”

Israfel looked up at his lover, eyes tear-stained and puffy, and leaned up, keeping the thin black sheet drape over his lower region. He could feel blood trickling down across his thigh and over his rear, making him shudder. Now that the fangs were gone, it didn’t hurt any more. But ... hadn’t Gabriel warned him it would hurt? He should have known, he heard his lover say so that it would, and now he was saying he didn’t want it any more.

“I – I need to go,” whispered Gabriel. “I have work that needs to be done ... battle strategies to – to consider.”

The older Vampire, turned from his lover, afraid to see the look of pain in young eyes, and hung his legs over the side of the bed. He was still hard ... painfully hard, but it would go soon. The cool feeling of the wooden floor beneath his feet was already helping some. Soft, slow fingers wound their way around his wrist, stopping him mid-step from sliding off the bed and heading toward his armoire. He turned, slowly, he Israfel’s apologetic pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he heard the young Vampire whispered. “I – I didn’t mean it.”

“You’re still far to young for this, Israfel,” said Gabriel in a slow, soft voice. “I should have known this. Should have told you ‘no’.”

“Gabriel, please,” pleaded Israfel. “I want you to be with me ... and I want to be with you. Don’t leave me like this.”

“You’re to young,” sighed Gabriel.

Israfel’s lips were upon his once more. He felt himself being shoved back into the bed, his lover above him, kissing him daringly. He felt the blood from Israfel’s mark and wound dripping onto his own leg. It made him sick to his stomach and he tired, without effectiveness, to push his lover away.

“Israfel, it isn’t right,” growled Gabriel.

A tongue rolled along his lips, slipping inside his mouth, and pulled out again. He groaned, the descent of his lovers mouth along his neck, chest and stomach, only increasing his sexual tension. Only ... he didn’t want it this way. Israfel merely wanted him because of what Gabriel’s father had done and said. Gabriel, in turn, wanted to make his lover his out of love alone, not lust or pressure.

“Israfel, stop this,” Gabriel sighed.

Suddenly, like a hot fire, he felt his lovers tongue slide across his erection, having not noticed his pants being slipped down his masculine hips and over his knees. With a warning growl (that happened not to work) Israfel engulfed him. He hissed, pleasure coursing through him, and tangled his hands into Israfel’s unruly silver hair.

“This isn’t right,” Gabriel muttered, sighing as he felt his young lover sliding across him and back again. “He shouldn’t be doing this ... I shouldn’t be allowing him to do this ... ”

Closing his eyes, Gabriel tired not focusing on the sensation between his legs. He gathered his scattered thoughts slowly, pushing them together in a string of empowerment and possibility, and sat up, gripping Israfel’s shoulders. He hissed angrily, pushing his lover away from him, and brought their faces inches apart.

What he saw, made him freeze with shock. Israfel’s eyes were poised with nothing but tears and shame, his face bright and pink with embarrassment. His shoulders trembled with every wallowing tear that was shed from his eyes, and he hid his face through his long tousled bangs, sparkling tears collapsing from his precious eyes and falling into the satin sheets.

“Israfel,” whispered Gabriel.

“I – I know I’m young,” his lover whispered through tears and shame. “I know I can’t – can’t give you everything – you want.”

Pain seared through his heart.

“But – I want to be with you,” whimpered Israfel. “Every day you go to war – every time I see you leave – I fear you will never return to me.”

“Israfel ... ”

“If I know I am yours – if I know were together,” cried Israfel, “then maybe – I wont fear so much.”

Gabriel brought the yearling to his chest, allowing him to cry. He brushed his long fingers through Israfel’s soft hair, feeling his entire body tremble against him. With his finger, Gabriel lifted Israfel’s face and leaned down. His tongue ran rough over his lovers cheek, licking away a salty tear, tasting his lovers pain.

“I want to be with you too, Israfel,” Gabriel said softly. “But ... I do not wish to cause you pain. You are still only a yearling. I cannot take from you something that is to precious. Not only is our love forbidden; if I am to mate you and make you my own ... it can be our death.”

Israfel looked up at him, shocked and confused.

“What ... are you saying?”

“It is illegal among Vampire’s of age to mark one who is younger than a century. If it is to happen, they and the one who was marked are condemned to death,” Gabriel informed in a whisper.

“But ... ”

“That is why I ask you to wait, my love,” Gabriel said, petting Israfel’s wet cheek. “Trust me, little one, it is difficult even for me not to pull you into my bed each night and make you mine. I wish to, every night I am with you, but I do not wish to hurt you.”

“Gabriel ... ”

They looked at one another, love of love, and soul of soul.

“Yes, little one?”

Israfel’s lips came only inches from his own.

“I don’t care about the rules. I don’t care about it being illegal. Please, my Lord, my love, make me yours,” whispered Israfel. “Have sex with me ... mate me ... make love – to me.”

And he was in bliss. Their passion expanded beyond reality, and Gabriel pulled his lover close, kissing him passionately. Their hips ground together, pushing hard and tight, erections straining against one another. Their lips danced, gasps of wanton pleasure passing between them. They breathed each others scent, pulling forth their love. Their tongue dueled, fighting for dominance, which Gabriel one easily.

Like silk, Gabriel pushed himself to Israfel’s entrance, stopping briefly for reassurance. Glowing blue eyes shone tearfully before him, petal soft lips stretched into a lithe smile. And he thrust, pushing forth with softness yet strength. He felt his lovers fangs bare down on his shoulder, his small trembling body gripping him with every bit of life he had.

They stayed that way, unmoving for minutes on end. He pulled Israfel up to sit on his lap, hugging his lover close, feeling the fangs deep into his skin. He petted the yearlings soft hair, hushing to him softly, kissing his forehead tenderly. He could feel the cuts and wounds within his lover and knew the pain he must had endured. Slowly, the fangs embedded in his shoulder were retracted, a gentle tongue licking at the tender wounds. He smiled, running his tongue across Israfel’s temple to his ear, nipping it playfully.

“Hurt,” he heard his young lover whisper.

“Sorry,” mumbled Gabriel.

“S’okay,” sighed Israfel.

“It will get better, love,” Gabriel said kindly. “I promise you it will.”

Israfel leaned away from Gabriel, looking into his elder Vampire’s deep crimson pools, watching as the emotions swam so effortlessly to the surface. He smiled softly, leaning forward, feeling himself glide up along Gabriel’s length, and kissed his lover. He slid back down, moving slowly and gently. Gabriel was very big, and he didn’t want to feel pain.

A tongue ran along his lips and slid within his mouth. His own tongue slid out, and hands pulsed into the back of his scalp, Gabriel’s talented mouth dancing within his own mouth, coaxing his own tongue into playful battle. He shuddered, sliding back up along the extraordinary sex of his lover, and back down, a whimper of pleasure and mingled pain escaping his lips.

Their lips parted, gasping breaths of release moving from their mouths. Gabriel leaned back, his head falling into the pillows beneath his head. He watched, mesmerized, as his young lover rested small hands on his chest and pushed upward again. Gabriel’s hands rested softly on Israfel’s small thighs, his young lover sliding back down on him, letting loose a cry of pleasure and pain yet again.

“You’re moving to fast,” Gabriel whispered.

He grabbed Israfel’s hips, stopping him before he was able to slide all the way up again. Israfel, shuddering and panting, opened his eyes wider to look into Gabriel’s foggy crimson ones. His blue eyes sparkled with tears, hands resting, trembling, on Gabriel’s falling and rising chest. He licked his lips, one hand stroking softly his lovers bitten shoulder.

“Slow,” said Gabriel.

Israfel, with Gabriel’s guidance, slid back down the elongated flesh. He felt it harden more within him, growing longer and stiffening, and whimpered sensitively. Again he was sliding upward slowly, tot he tip and stopping. He felt Gabriel’s sex twitch inside him before sliding back down along the warmth and falling into heavy bliss.

“Nnhn ... Gabriel ... big,” Israfel moaned, unable to pull together a working sentence.

Gabriel’s hands ran up his lovers torso, over his erect nipples, down across his arms, back up his sides and down to his inner thighs. He arched upward, controlling Israfel’s thrusts, panting and moaning along with his lovers own cries. Israfel was, indeed, very tight. He could feel each wound and rippling cut rutting passed his own gliding erection.

Again, that prefatorial instinct to protect his new mate kicked in, and he growled lustfully.

He grabbed Israfel’s hips and sat up, his erection sliding back inside his lover. Israfel whimpered, his arms snapping around Gabriel’s neck. Their bodies came together, and the black haired Vampire lord slunk his arm around Israfel’s waist, the other leaning back to hold him up as he switched their position.

Slowly, he laid his lover back, making them lie on their sides. He lay behind Israfel, one of his lovers legs drape up and in behind both of his own. His hands moved slowly across his lovers stomach and chest as he pulled back and thrust forward again, a low and loving hiss escaping his lips.

Israfel moaned, the new position Gabriel placed them in making his older lover brush his prostate continuously. He leaned his head back onto Gabriel’s shoulder as his lover slid out again and back in, his sharp elongated fangs scraping across his shoulder and upper arm. He entwined their fingers, shuddering with each thrust, and moaning out his pleasure.

“Israfel ... can I?” panted Gabriel.

“Yes ... please, come inside me,” pleaded Israfel.

Gabriel hissed again using his other hand and wrapping it around Israfel’s neglected erection. He stroked it slowly, pulling and thrusting on the twitching and needing flesh. His tongue bathed his lovers pale skin. He ran his rough tongue across Israfel’s ear, his strokes becoming faster and more protrusive.

Suddenly, Israfel was flipped onto his back. He felt Gabriel slide back into him and cried his pleasure. His head arched back into the pillows beneath his head, his fists clutching the bed sheets. Gabriel’s hand was no longer stroking him. Their bodies pressed together, trapping Israfel’s erection between their bodies creating a tight passage. Gabriel growled low and seductively into Israfel’s ear as he rocked back, causing the yearling’s erection to be stroked.

Gabriel thrust forward, gripping the pillows above Israfel’s head to hold himself steady, and took his lover with kindness and gentleness. He kissed his lovers lips tenderly. Israfel deepened it, forcing his mouth more firmly together and dueled their tongues. Gabriel growled his approval and moved faster, unable to hold his slow thrusting any longer.

He began to pump rigorously, his thrusts shorter and deeper. Israfel whimpered with each push, his prostate being struck harder and harder each time, causing bursts of stars to shoot behind his eyes. His erection was being tightly thrust between their bodies, and he was losing control.

“Gabriel ... AHN ... AHHNNN ... ”

He came hard, his body pulsing with release. Gabriel came immediately after him, the muscles tightening around the Vampires large erection. He pumped one last time, paralyzed deep within his lover as his own seed was milked so thoroughly from his body. His arms trembled, erection twitching and pulsing as his semen leaked into his lovers tight passage.

“Israfel?” Gabriel whispered, seeing the tears in his lovers eyes.

“Thank you,” whimpered Israfel.

“Did it hurt?”

Israfel pulled Gabriel close, the older male resting himself over top his young lover. He touched their lips together briefly and parted, brushing back a sweaty strand of white hair. Israfel nudged his head against Gabriel’s chest, sniffing back his tears. He licked at the dried blood he had caused and felt Gabriel roll them to the side.

“I’m fine,” Israfel finally said.

Gabriel pulled out gently and looked down. He glared at the blood he saw coating his limping erection and looked back at Israfel’s teary gaze. He laid down, pulling his young lover into his chest, and stroked his hair softly.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he whispered.

“Don’t leave me in the morning,” said Israfel.

“No, never,” Gabriel said.

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A dark cloak flowed freely, blowing in the dll corridor. The grey haired man turned a corner and stopped, the many grouped Elders watching him soundlessly. He stared at them, a dark and predatory smirk gliding across his icy cold lips.

“Did it work, Lord Malachai?” Morrisey asked.

“By this time tomorrow, my son will have broken the mating rules,” Malachai whispered.

“You really think he’ll mate the little cretin?” Beatrice asked.

“Especially after what you did,” Dorian said, nodding.

“I’m sure of it. The yearling will want to wash me from his body,” Malachai said, staring down the hallway. “Both Gabriel and his little slut will play their part.”

“What about Damien?” Morganna asked.

“Don’t worry about him,” Malachai sighed lazily.

“We need an heir,” Hellion informed.

“Do you think I do not know that. Worry not, my fellow Elders. Gabriel will be sacrificed. His little slut lover will be killed. And Damien will take reign or die. If my younger son does die, I will merely produce a another heir for us,” Malachai informed.

“Have it all planned out, do you,” Beatrice said, smirking.

“Yes, my dead, Beatrice,” said Malachai, smirking lustfully at her. “And you, are one of my choices for mating.”

She smiled thankfully at him and the group parted. Malachai stood quietly, twirling a silver knife in his hand. He whistled calmly, walking up the stairs to the sick ward. The door creaked open as he pushed it with his foot. Slowly, he walked up to his younger sons bed. He looked at the pouch of blood dripping into his sons mouth, watching as the silver/white liquid dripped into his throat.

“You’re so weak, Damien,” Malachai hissed. “You don’t deserve to live, being what you are. You are dirty and foul. I should never have mated with that blood thirsty Werewolfess.”

Drip ... drip ...

“I should just kill you now,” whispered Malachai.

Drip ... drip ...

“But ... I need you a little longer, my son,” chuckled Malachai. “Just a little longer.”

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A/N: And ... SCENE!