On a hot summers night
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
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12
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Break and enter
Break and enter
/ If God had a name, what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question? /
_______
Weeks, and months had gone by, and Godiva had watched his phone trying to will it into calling, he felt his heart sink as after weeks nothing had happened, and when it did it was either his father or mother calling. No letters, no phone calls, no nothing! Had Nurreal really just played with him? Had he just been a meal ticket? He just couldn’t believe that. Tristan had tried to take his mind off matters, had tried taking him out to parties, and had tried making him join all kinds of after school activities. But nothing helped, even seeing the most divine creatures, he had declined offers, he had know would have perhaps taken his mind off matters, but none of these was Nurreal.
No he knew what he had to do, if Muhammad wouldn’t come to the mountain, the mountain would come to Muhammad – he had to find a way to go to the cities, he would not find rest before he had spoken with Nurreal. But how could he possibly go there? Uncle Harm! He could get him there.. but how to get a hold of Harm? An idea formed in his head, and he slowly walked out into the kitchen, his tail swushed back and forth giving away how nervous he felt as he opened the drawer and pulled out a knife. He looked up at the kitchen clock. It would be good 3 hours before Tristan would be back, that was time enough to... to.. he looked down at his hand and the rather over-dimensioned kitchen knife “overdoing it a bit aren’t you?” he whispered to himself.
Dashing off into the bathroom, he placed the knife on the cabinet and turned on the water, not bothering to rid himself of his clothes he picked up the knife with a hand that was not trembling. What in the world was he doing? What if Harm couldn’t reverse the action? No.. he had to do this, it was the only way. He stepped in under the water and let it soak his clothes before he slid down and with a slow move place the kitchen knife to his arm, “not across, from the wrist to the elbow” he murmured to himself, this way it would go faster. And he really didn’t want to sit here forever waiting, he wanted to see Nurreal. He place the knife feeling his heartbeat sped up, and in the last second he had to look away as he made the cut, looking at his arm afterwards, it didn’t really hurt that much, but the blood was flowing rapidly. Mixing with the water...
It felt like house until his arm finally started to get numb, and when the phone rang he was not even bothered to get startled, the answering machine made a beep and started, and when he heard Tristan talk to the machine he felt a pang of guilt.
/hey its just me, I will be home late, but I will bring some take-away, I take it you’re hungry. Take care/ a long silence followed and then his father added /I love you/ before he hung up and the message ended.
Was Godiva beginning to imagine stuff or could he hear the loneliness in his father’s voice, and for a second he felt like he understood what drove his father never to take upon himself another lover since the elf.
And as if called on queue, Harm appeared when Godiva started to loose faith and nod off. “Godiva, what on earth are you doing?”
“The cities uncle, take me there” Godiva murmured
“The cities?? Do you know what you are asking of me?” Harm kneeled down next to the catboy and pulled him out of the shower “why did you go and do something like this, my child?” Harm whispered
“you must help me” Godiva whispered closing his eyes. “I want to see Nurreal”
“Nurreal? As in the crown prince of the cities?? My God Godiva what have you gotten yourself into?”
“Harm.. Nurreal” Godiva sighed
Harm shook his head with a deep worried frown “you are your fathers son, no doubt about it” as Godiva passed out Harm ran a hand over the boys arm, closing the wound “let us go then” he said with a annoyed voice “no good will come from this, I just know it!” he shook his head and gathered the catboy in his arms. Before they slowly disappeared from the room
____________________________________________________________
Harm slowly landed in the shadows of Bernhard’s tall tower in the middle of the cities. He looked down on his brothers son and smiled sadly as he ran his hand over the kids face “wakie wakie” he whispered as the young catboy’s eyes fluttered open
“Harm?” Godiva whispered
“Yes, I got you here child” he looked up the tower “but I cannot go with you. Now you are on your own”
“The cities..” Godiva whispered and as if he suddenly remembered and looked at his arm seeing a fine line going from his wrist to his elbow “oh man... its gonna scar” he sighed
“Serves you good” Harm said with a stern expression.
Godiva just blushed slightly “so what now? How am I supposed to find him here?” he looked up the impossible high tower “this place is fucking huge”
“Start with the servants entry there” Harm said and pointed to a little door. “But so try and stay out of sight, you don’t want anybody to see you”
Godiva nodded and listened to Harm
“Nurreal, the one you seek is the crown prince of hell, he son of Bernhard” Harm said
“And he is?... the dude that runs this place?” Godiva asked
“Yes, he is the highest, most powerful being here” Harm said, “This is most dangerous”
“I laugh in the face of danger” Godiva said quoting some move with a cocky grin
“You wont laugh when he gives you to his creatures in the pits of agony, or perhaps of despair.. He got so many of them, I lost track” Harm said crossing his arms over his chest
“Oh” Godiva said paling
“The good news is that you got yourself a ally in there” Harm smiled “you need to make your way to the very top” he pointed upwards into the sky “but the calamites chambers are not all the way up there, they are only half way”
“What the fuck does that have to do with Nurreal? And besides what the fuck is a calamite?” Godiva said, his tail once more swished from side to side in impatience
“A harem whore” Harm said smiling as he saw Godiva’s weak blush “you can find Ol there”
“Ol? He is there?” the catboy gasped
Harm nodded “yes, find him and he will take you to Nurreal” the angel of death just looked at his brothers son, “but don’t get caught, I don’t want to explain this to your father”
“Oh Tristan” he had forgotten all about his father “he will be quite pissed, don’t you think?” he lowered his gaze to his feet and smiled a little apologizing smile
“Oh yes, he will be rather angry with you, if not even furious”
Godiva nodded “I will just have to do this quickly” and suddenly he felt his uncle embrace him tightly
“Take care child” he whispered, “I don’t want to come for you a second time”
“I will” Godiva said as his uncle let him go. And he turned to go into the tower he turned and wanted to say something to harm, but found him gone. Godiva turned to the little servants door “only one way now” he whispered and snuck inside
-tbc-
/ If God had a name, what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question? /
_______
Weeks, and months had gone by, and Godiva had watched his phone trying to will it into calling, he felt his heart sink as after weeks nothing had happened, and when it did it was either his father or mother calling. No letters, no phone calls, no nothing! Had Nurreal really just played with him? Had he just been a meal ticket? He just couldn’t believe that. Tristan had tried to take his mind off matters, had tried taking him out to parties, and had tried making him join all kinds of after school activities. But nothing helped, even seeing the most divine creatures, he had declined offers, he had know would have perhaps taken his mind off matters, but none of these was Nurreal.
No he knew what he had to do, if Muhammad wouldn’t come to the mountain, the mountain would come to Muhammad – he had to find a way to go to the cities, he would not find rest before he had spoken with Nurreal. But how could he possibly go there? Uncle Harm! He could get him there.. but how to get a hold of Harm? An idea formed in his head, and he slowly walked out into the kitchen, his tail swushed back and forth giving away how nervous he felt as he opened the drawer and pulled out a knife. He looked up at the kitchen clock. It would be good 3 hours before Tristan would be back, that was time enough to... to.. he looked down at his hand and the rather over-dimensioned kitchen knife “overdoing it a bit aren’t you?” he whispered to himself.
Dashing off into the bathroom, he placed the knife on the cabinet and turned on the water, not bothering to rid himself of his clothes he picked up the knife with a hand that was not trembling. What in the world was he doing? What if Harm couldn’t reverse the action? No.. he had to do this, it was the only way. He stepped in under the water and let it soak his clothes before he slid down and with a slow move place the kitchen knife to his arm, “not across, from the wrist to the elbow” he murmured to himself, this way it would go faster. And he really didn’t want to sit here forever waiting, he wanted to see Nurreal. He place the knife feeling his heartbeat sped up, and in the last second he had to look away as he made the cut, looking at his arm afterwards, it didn’t really hurt that much, but the blood was flowing rapidly. Mixing with the water...
It felt like house until his arm finally started to get numb, and when the phone rang he was not even bothered to get startled, the answering machine made a beep and started, and when he heard Tristan talk to the machine he felt a pang of guilt.
/hey its just me, I will be home late, but I will bring some take-away, I take it you’re hungry. Take care/ a long silence followed and then his father added /I love you/ before he hung up and the message ended.
Was Godiva beginning to imagine stuff or could he hear the loneliness in his father’s voice, and for a second he felt like he understood what drove his father never to take upon himself another lover since the elf.
And as if called on queue, Harm appeared when Godiva started to loose faith and nod off. “Godiva, what on earth are you doing?”
“The cities uncle, take me there” Godiva murmured
“The cities?? Do you know what you are asking of me?” Harm kneeled down next to the catboy and pulled him out of the shower “why did you go and do something like this, my child?” Harm whispered
“you must help me” Godiva whispered closing his eyes. “I want to see Nurreal”
“Nurreal? As in the crown prince of the cities?? My God Godiva what have you gotten yourself into?”
“Harm.. Nurreal” Godiva sighed
Harm shook his head with a deep worried frown “you are your fathers son, no doubt about it” as Godiva passed out Harm ran a hand over the boys arm, closing the wound “let us go then” he said with a annoyed voice “no good will come from this, I just know it!” he shook his head and gathered the catboy in his arms. Before they slowly disappeared from the room
____________________________________________________________
Harm slowly landed in the shadows of Bernhard’s tall tower in the middle of the cities. He looked down on his brothers son and smiled sadly as he ran his hand over the kids face “wakie wakie” he whispered as the young catboy’s eyes fluttered open
“Harm?” Godiva whispered
“Yes, I got you here child” he looked up the tower “but I cannot go with you. Now you are on your own”
“The cities..” Godiva whispered and as if he suddenly remembered and looked at his arm seeing a fine line going from his wrist to his elbow “oh man... its gonna scar” he sighed
“Serves you good” Harm said with a stern expression.
Godiva just blushed slightly “so what now? How am I supposed to find him here?” he looked up the impossible high tower “this place is fucking huge”
“Start with the servants entry there” Harm said and pointed to a little door. “But so try and stay out of sight, you don’t want anybody to see you”
Godiva nodded and listened to Harm
“Nurreal, the one you seek is the crown prince of hell, he son of Bernhard” Harm said
“And he is?... the dude that runs this place?” Godiva asked
“Yes, he is the highest, most powerful being here” Harm said, “This is most dangerous”
“I laugh in the face of danger” Godiva said quoting some move with a cocky grin
“You wont laugh when he gives you to his creatures in the pits of agony, or perhaps of despair.. He got so many of them, I lost track” Harm said crossing his arms over his chest
“Oh” Godiva said paling
“The good news is that you got yourself a ally in there” Harm smiled “you need to make your way to the very top” he pointed upwards into the sky “but the calamites chambers are not all the way up there, they are only half way”
“What the fuck does that have to do with Nurreal? And besides what the fuck is a calamite?” Godiva said, his tail once more swished from side to side in impatience
“A harem whore” Harm said smiling as he saw Godiva’s weak blush “you can find Ol there”
“Ol? He is there?” the catboy gasped
Harm nodded “yes, find him and he will take you to Nurreal” the angel of death just looked at his brothers son, “but don’t get caught, I don’t want to explain this to your father”
“Oh Tristan” he had forgotten all about his father “he will be quite pissed, don’t you think?” he lowered his gaze to his feet and smiled a little apologizing smile
“Oh yes, he will be rather angry with you, if not even furious”
Godiva nodded “I will just have to do this quickly” and suddenly he felt his uncle embrace him tightly
“Take care child” he whispered, “I don’t want to come for you a second time”
“I will” Godiva said as his uncle let him go. And he turned to go into the tower he turned and wanted to say something to harm, but found him gone. Godiva turned to the little servants door “only one way now” he whispered and snuck inside
-tbc-