The Dawning

The dawning

Title; The dawning
Author; Az (azmodan76@yahoo.co.uk)
Parings; Tristan/Harm (angel smut *yum*)
Warnings; Oh my – sacrilege, incest, yaoi, kink
Rating; N17
Summary; a stand alone fic –Thanatairan are punished to do labourer work by his father, but along comes his brother Horatio, to entertain him.
claimer; Horatio & Thanatairan are both mine, touch then and die slowly and painfully. Unless you ask first of course.
Authors note; I am aware that this can offend allot of people, so PLEASE take the warnings seriously, don’t flame me, cuz I told you to read the goddamn warnings fist... and when I say sacrilege I mean it. But fb I would like *smiles* - This was made for Cali as a get better gift – and what is better to do that than angel’cest-wing-smut ??!??!, if you know tell me cuz I cant think of one :P – so get better baby,I love you. *hugs* - last but not least, where would I have been now if I had not danced around to HAIR as a child? ‘hahaha’

-Az
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When the moon is in the seventh house
and Jupiter aligns with mars
then peace will guide the planets,
and love will steer the stars

this is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
the age of Aquarius

Hair – Aquarius.
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Tristan was cleaning one of the numerous altars as his father had ordered him to, and right now he was not so proud about the prank he and his sister had pulled on a poor arch angel. It had just seemed so much fun when they had thought of it. But his father had been furious, and so now he did not only have a red cheek from the slap he had received, and sore arms from cleaning these huge altars, but most of all a hurt pride. This whole stupid little jest had cost him another years waiting for proper training in the army of heaven; he had even watched his father as he had written the scroll for the general.

“Why do they have to have a shrine for every goddamn saint?” he sighed and looked down the rows of large golden altars “couldn’t they share?” he pouted and returned to removing the things on the surface on the altar he was cleaning now. Gently he put the urns and incense down to the ground, careful not to knock it over with his wings, sometimes he just wish he could pluck them out of his shoulders, it would make allot of things easier on him, this for instance.

He had been lost in his own thoughts and low mumbled curses to each of the saints who altars he had to clean, so when someone touched his shoulder he spun around, knocking a urn over with his wing, hearing it shatter against the stone floor seconds after.

“oops” a gently voice said

Tristan looked up right into the pitch-black eyes of his brother, “Harm, what are you doing here?”

“Helping you” he chuckled and kneeled down and began to gather the pieces of the shattered urn

“Thanks allot” Tristan hissed and crossed his arms over his chest “now tell me why you are *really* here”

Harm looked up and smiled “really brother, I wanted to help you”

Tristan’s wings shuddered with annoyance letting out a swoosh sound as the young angel snorted, “like hell you were”

Harm placed a hand on Tristan’s leather sandal that was wrapped around his foot, and smiled once more “ok, ok, I came to entertain you”

Tristan’s face gentled, as he couldn’t hide a little smile “now is hardly the time for a song brother”

Harm chuckled, “I wasn’t thinking of singing Tristan” he stood up and trailed his hand up along the inner side of Tristan’s leg, all the way up to his groin, just resting his hand on the inner thigh, as he wrapped his other arm around the turquoise eyed angel, “I was thinking of some other fun all together” he purred

The smaller angelaxelaxed and smiled a bright smile “really Harm, now is not the time”

“But I just came home on a two day leave, is this anyway of greeting me?” he pouted as he leaned in and began to nibble on Tristan’s neck

Tristan herd himself purr as a response “you are right, I missed you Harm” and let out a little yelp as Harm moved his hand the final inch up under his toga

“So you did” he chuckled and kissed his way back op the soft neck, to end on his brother’s soft lips

The younger angel wrapped both arms around Harms neck and opened his mouth to welcome his brothers searching tongue. When they broke off the kiss, Tristan blinked sheepishly and smiled “did you miss me too?”

Harm laughed a soft laughter “what do ‘you’ think” as he lifted Tristan up to sit on the altar, undoing the knot to the skimpy toga

“I think you are horny” Tristan laughed but leaned back and watched Harm as he ripped the cloth from under him, and he felt the cold marble of the altar on his bottom.

“I think you are right” Harm snickered and trailed down Tristan’s torso with a hand before he started to undo his own shoulder pads and dark blue toga

“What a shame, I kind of liked the shoulder pads” Tristan said with a whisper

“I can leave them on” Harm answered as he leaned in to claim his brother in another kiss

At the contact of their skin they both gasped in the kiss, it had been so long since they had touched each other that Tristan almost had forgotten just how divine his brother felt

“Yes” he breathed as his brother began to trail kisses and little licks down his body “keep them on”

Harm raised a brow and licked a catlike lick in Tristan’s navel “does it turn you on?” The young angel blushed but nodded “then of course I will” Harm whispered and slowly rose to his feet again picking up the heavy golden shoulder pads, strapping the leather straps around his chest, looking down at his brother’s visible lust at the sight. Harm leaned in over Tristan and placed his hands oe ale altar on each side of Tristan’s hips “so?” he whispered “better?”

The silver angel let a shaky hand run over the cold metal, down over the buckle and leather strap, sensing his brothers warm soft skin next to the rough leather strap, he liked the idea of Harm being not only his brother, which in itself was wonderfully decadent, but that he was about to the fucked senseless by a sentry of the royal heavenly army brought his blood to the boiling point

“You ‘do’ like it” Harm whispered and guided his brothers hand up to his face, smiling as he looked down as his younger brothers flustered cheeks and eyes dilated with lust, he then teasingly began to suck at each of the slender pale fingers.

But instead of a answer Tristan let out a gasp, as Harms over hand found his arousal, and slowly began to caress it along with the moves he did with his mouth on Tristan’s fingers “L-let m-me” Tristan whispered shakily and tried to sit up, so he could touch his brother, but a firm hand pushed him back against the large picture of the saint whose altar this was

“no little brother, this is my treat” Harm whispered and let go of the hand and Tristan’s aching member. Before he kneeled down on the stone floor, spreading Tristan’s legs apart, and smiling up to his brother as he let his tongue run up from the opening to the tip of the hard shaft, that was already leaking slightly

Tristan let out a shaking moan and rested his head against the picture frame, closing his eyes, just feeling the rough leather straps, and the cold metal, along side Harms soft hands and wet tongue this would have him undone too soon, and he tried a feeble attempt at tugging in Harm’s long silver hair “p-please” he moaned

Harm smiled against the warm skin of his brothers groin, loving every little sound, every littlea tha that spilled from the rose pedal lips, yes Tristan was indeed the meaning of the word angelic, his long liver hair, turquoise eyes surrounded by long dark lashes, a perfect complexion, rosebud lips and always slightly red cheeks, - but innocent he was not, maybe this was what turned him on so much, knowing his brother too well, and seeing what lay beneath the innocent facade. He moved away from his brother and looked around to see if he could find something to ease the friction, and there, of course the room was filled with it. A little urn filled with myrrh oil, you are a bleeding genius he thought to himself and grabbed the urn, he then poured it out over his own erection and leaned in over his brother again “are you ready?” he whispered

“Yes” Tristan answered and opened his eyes half, licking his lips

The older angel wrapped his black wings around them, and pushed forward, inching inside the welcoming heat, groaning at the sensation, and when Tristan wrapped his legs around his waist pushing him inside hard, they both moaned in delight. No need for words between them they just set a slow pace for their love making, the sound of flesh meeting flesh, soft moans and the rattle of the feathers from their wings was the sound that filled the great hall

Tristan’s little noises got needier, and he grabbed the iron shoulder pad, in a effort to stable himself, and as Harms lips came down to silence him, he felt like es ees erupted from that warm tongue sending tendrils down to his groin “I- I cant” he moaned in the kiss “I.. I..” he would have said allot of things, but as he felt his world fall apart, he clawed the metal with a strange sound that non of them ever heard, and moaning out loud in Harm’s mouth as he climaxed spilling himself on his stomach

Harm felt his brother tense and thereafter scream out his release, making him slamming harder into the younger elf, reaching his own release shortly after, slumping down and kissing his brothers shoulder gently

Suddenly Harm heard Tristan giggle, and he looked up at his brother puzzled “what’s so funny?” he mumbled

“You got scratch marks on your uniform” he chuckled and blushed “I’m sorry, I can come up with some possible lie to them”

Harm laughed softly “I can’t very well tell them the truth, but I can tell them I battled a incubi of you like”

Tristan blushed once more and giggled, “I am not, and I will have a uniform like you some day”

“Sure little brother” Harm whispered and kissed the soft lips again, before he gently moved away from the altar and from his brothers warm embrace.

“Oh my” Tristan gasped as he saw that semen had been spilled on the Altar, and looked up at Harm with a bewildered look

“Don’t worry Tristan, we will just clean that up” Harm said and wrapped his dark tunic around him, and handed Tristan his

Tristan took his tunic on, and jumped down from the altar stretching his wings to their full span, arching his back hearing it crack, “that was not the most comfortable I have ever tried” he pouted

Harm looked at his own damaged feathers and telltale shoulder pads “I agree, but it was fun”

Tristan nodded and smiled a mischievous smile “yes it was indeed fun” he kissed Harm sweetly, and then turned to clean the mess they made, picking up the little urn of myrrh oil, or rather where there should have been oil in, but all was gone, he paled and turned “you didn’t” he said with a shocked voice “its holy”

Harm blushed “I know, but I didn’t have anything else, and it *did* work wonders, don’t you think?”

Tristan nodded wearily but sighed as he began to wipe off the altar with the rag he had used before and cold water from his bucket.

“I think I know why all these old farts like it so much” Harm mumbled as he sat down to pick the things up that should be placed on the altar

“What? like what?” Tristan said and raised a brow

“Myrrh oil silly” Harm answered, rewarding him with a roaring laughter from his younger brother

“That is just nasty Harm” Tristan said with a disgusted mine, pointing at the angelic painting of the saint from the altar they just used for their own purposes. “Imagine him naked will you? Ew Harm”

Harm laughed back and just kept gathering the incense and broken pottery, “well I guess the old saints there are secrets that we don’t know of”

Tristan just shook his head and smiled “so are we going to snag some for later?”

Harm just laughed and nodded

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- the end –