Boy's dont cry

George had stayed, and Tristan found himself oddly glad at this kind offer to console him, he still couldn’t get past the fact that the elf seemed to care so much, they had had coffee watched TV and just stayed in the entire afternoon, just hanging out as were they old friends, the gods knew Tristan had really needed one.

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“Would you be greatly offended if I took a shower?” Tristan asked while turning the spoon in his cup, to no use at all.

“Not at all” George said and raised a brow suddenly feeling bold “want me to join?”

Tristan giggled like a schoolgirl, a sound George would never in his life have thought would come out of the silver creature. “If you want to,” Tristan said softly lifting his gaze to meet George’s

And with out a word Tristan stood up and walked over to the bathroom throwing out a pink towel on his bed “here” he said chipper and went into the bathroom once more, Tristan quickly got rid of his clothes and turned on the water, feeling slightly naughty – something he had not had happening to him for some while, he was humming a merry tone as he waited for the water to be the right temperature, and stepped in under the shower enjoying the warm water on his body.

George stepped into the bathroom and just studied Tristan he was perfect, and this early morning, night or whatever he had not had seen Tristan, really seen him – felt him yes, but not let his eyes feast on him. The large tattoo covered his entire torso, and ended on the roundness of his buttocks. And on the other side it properly ended down about his genitals. George titled his head looking at two triangular black scars, for an average eye it would be impossible to decipher from the insane patterns in the tattoo. He wondered what they could origin from, and with Tristan turned around he looked at the beautiful frame of the silver being. He looked like an elf George could see that now he lacked any body hairs “you are beautiful” George whispered attracting Tristan’s attention.

The angel smiled “come” he said and reached out a hand towards the elf, drawing him into a embrace under the water, “you are the beautiful one” he whispered and gently nipped on Georges ear

The elf melted in this embrace lifting a leg up wrapping it around Tristan’s behind trying to get closer “what are you?” George suddenly asked while lowering his head to gently suckle on one of Tristan’s erect nipples

“What do you mean?” Tristan purred and leaned up against the cold marble wall arching his back and enjoying the encounter

“You are no elf, yet you look like one” George mumbled and bit the nipple teasingly and was rewarded with a sharp hiss from Tristan

“Does it matter?” Tristan purred

George didn’t answer, but trailed down further until he was on his knees in front of the angel, showering the ending of the large tattoo with little licks, he looked up and saw that Tristan had closed his eyes and was biting his lip waiting for him to act, and act he would he started to kiss and lick Tristan’s erect member as good as he had learned. Curling his tongue around the tip before taking in his length in his mouth, trying to take as much of it as possible.

Tristan’s legs buckled, and he felt himself sliding slightly down the cold stone wall, clawing in the smooth surface this elf had a talented mouth indeed, he had to grip a hold in Georges golden tresses and pulling his head away “stand up” he whispered softly

And George did just that, before Tristan lifted him up against the wall, and he wrapped his legs and arms around the angel for support “fuck me” he whispered before he claimed the angel’s lips in a brutal kiss.

This Tristan did not need to hear twice he pushed himself inside the elf and started to move gently, when they broke off the kiss Tristan nibbled his way down to George’s throat “I am a angel my sweet elf, a fallen angel” he whispered hoarsely

“Oi” George managed to moan before Tristan sped up their love making, it was hard to hold this posture the water made them slippery, and they were too much lost in their lust to care if they got hurt, Tristan’s breaths came quick and irregular as he began to thrust up in the elf hard, and without any erotic rhythm at all

“I’m... I’m” Tristan moaned loudly but never finished before he emptied himself inside the elf, George pressed thrust against Tristan two times before he too climaxed feelings the cold wall rip off some skin from his back as they both slid to the floor

“Oh my god that was..” Tristan panted and chuckled

“That was the best sex I have had in a long, long time” George said tenderly and smiled impishly

“Me too” Tristan confessed.

The angel leaned in and kissed the elf tenderly, “you were right I needed consolation” he whispered and smiled widely, George was about to answer when they are disrupted by Tristan’s cell phone. “Hold on, I better get that” Tristan said with regret in his voice, before he stood up and hurried to the living room

“Yes?” he said as he picked up, instantly recognizing the voice in the other end “Ol what do you want, I was kinda busy”

“What?” Tristan gasped “you are not, damn Ol!”

He clapped the phone together and threw it in the bed, running around to find his kimono. He wrapped the black silk around him and tied the belt before opening the door, looking directly out at the grinning face of the pureblood elf.

“What are you doing here?” Tristan said while Ol was pushing paim aim and into the apartment.

“I thought that we had gotten off at a bad start, and I would offer you dinner, so we could perhaps talk like civilized beings” Ol said and sat down on a dining table chair looking up at Tristan,

In that moment George emerged from the bathroom with a tomato red flush. “Hi” he mumbled as he went to gather his clothes

“Hello again” Ol said an smiled, before he turned his head to Tristan who was smiling impishly at the vision of the half naked elf, how he wished hat Ol had not been here, then he could have feasted on the damp skin of the beautiful elf. “Shagging you secretary now? – How ordinary Tristan, I would have suspected something a little more imaginative from you”

“Sure” Tristan said with a tired voice, “Nothing besides the goddamn prince of darkness would surprise you would it Ol?”

“Very funny Trissy” Ol said venomously

Tristan shook his head and left for the kitchen, he needed coffee; he needed a drink.

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He heard Ol mumble something to George who giggled, Tristan frowned, and this was not at all how he had pictured this day. Not at all! He heard the stereo being tuned, and the pickup moving. Was Ol putting on a record? When the tunes came out he Tristan had to laugh to himself, he remembered that Ol had loved that tune. It had been such a longs time since he had heard any record, or any music for that sake.

He heard Ol begin to sing and George laugh, and he stepped out of the kitchen he just reached to put the tray on the table before he was pulled out Ol swirling him around laughing. He let go and threw his arms up in the air and sang.

“I had to phone someone so I picked on you
Hey, that\'s far out so you heard him too!
Switch on the TV we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light
If we can sparkle he may land tonight
Don\'t tell your poppa or he\'ll get us locked up in fright “

Ol Laughed and stoke a silly pose dragging Tristan close singing

“There\'s a starman waiting in the sky
He\'d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he\'d blow our minds
There\'s a starman waiting in the sky
He\'s told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it\'s all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie “

They both broke down laughing, “Oh my Ol, it sure have been a long time since I heard that tune”

“Me too” Ol said and slumped down on a chair

George giggled and seated himself at the table too, if some one had told him that a fallen angel and a pureblood elf would dance around to silly oldies he would have laughed them up in their face. He had never seen Tristan like this; he had never seen anything else but the serious and brooding museums curator. Now he saw the layers there was to him, there was a lustful, a tender and a silly side to the angel he had never thought was there.

Tristan sobered up and handed George his cup, smiling to the elf. And Ol looked at Tristan with a unreadable mine, he felt a jealous stab he had been with Amdir for a life time, and he loved Amdir like nothing else, but it still twitched in his heart seeing the little tender caress and the soft gaze Tristan gave the young elf. All this should be his! It had been his, and it ought to still be his!
It was not like Amdir had never given him a soft caress, but the sharp sting from the back of his hand was more familiar

Ol was shook from his dark thoughts when Tristan’s cell phone rang once more. He picked it up and suddenly went impossible pale before he hung up. “we have to hurry to the museum, something terrible have happened” he whispered

“What?” George gasped

“Ruben had a heart attack, the ambulance men are there now” Tristan said and stood up searching for his clothes

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Ol, Tristan and George hurried to the museum and once there the angel ran into the little room where Ruben was on the floor with several paramedics running around, Tristan frowned “Oh no”

“Tristan?” a voice said soft like a summer breeze

Tristan spun around and his eyes widened in shock “Harm!?”

Everyone in the room starred at him, and Tristan smiled apologizing before he turned and hurried into his office, followed closely by the entity no one was apparently able to see. Once there he closed the door and turned around “what the fuck are you doing here?” he fumed

The dark entity formed into a large silver being but with black wings and pitch black eyes, the long silver hair flowed down his back, and he broke out in a large grin

“Long time no see little brother,” the angel said


TBC-

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humm yea so we meet yet another char here :*smiles* we will get more of him and his superior soon *lol* - this chapter goes with *starman* by David Bowie (my hero) it is also the piece of the songtext that is used. I don’t own david bowie or his songs (what a pitty actually) and no harm intended.

- Please rewiev me, *does the puppy eyes trick*

-Az

NB; this not betaed, but i actually found someone to beta my original stuff, i was just too impatient :/ sowwy