In the Beginning

In the Beginning
By: Karie Chaos

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Atherial yawned as he fumbled a key into a dark blue-green door in a hall of plain brown ones. The gold number declaired it as room 288. Finally the lock clicked open and the door swung inwards.

\"D\'Leiah? You awake?\"

The dorm room was quiet as he locked the door behind himself. Then the lights flashed on, blinding him enough for a tiny, royal-blue eyed blonde girl to tackle him.

\"Athy! Athy Athy Athy!\"

The girl trilled in his ear, squeezing him tightly. Atherial just laughed, wrapping his arms around her equally as tight.

\"D\'Leiah, I thought you were asleep.\"

The blonde giggled and helped him up, blue eyes sparkling.

\"I can\'t SLEEP if I know you\'re coming to see me.\"

Atherial rolled his eyes as D\'Leiah pulled the small carry-all out of his hands. It was tossed onto a futon by the window, across the room from and unmade bed.

\"So what\'s been happening, Athy? Are you still on tour? Do you have groupies? A girlfriend?\"

Atherial laughed a bit, blanching a little at the word \'girlfriend\'.

\"Nothing\'s been happening, yes I\'m still on tour and no. No GIRLfriend.\"

He made a face which made D\'Leiah laugh before blue eyes got a devilish gleam in them.

\"Well how about a BOYFRIEND then, hmm?\"

Atherial turned white.

He had a stalker, but his stalker wasn\'t human... The Demon wouldn\'t.... Would he? The half-breed had gotten D\'Leiah\'s name, address and bank account number out of him but had promised not to come into direct vocal or physical contact with his sister.

\"I guess not. Are you okay, Athy? You look like you\'re going to pass out. Hey, why don\'t you go to sleep and I\'ll treat you to breakfast?\"

He nodded, relieved, and shuffled over to the futon, streaching out on it with his bag for a pillow.

-

He woke to a clock screaming at him. His sister reached out without looking and yanked it out of the wall, pitching it across the room and tugging her blanket up over her head.

\"D?\"

\"Nnnngh.. 5AM Close Call. Stay put.\"

He opened his mouth, but the question died as outside became a cacophany of yells and noise. He pulled his bag over his head and rolled over. It took a half an hour before silence returned. Then D\'Leiah rose.

\"We can get up now. The Hair Club for Harpies is gone.\"

He nodded and got too his feet, the strap of his bag over his shoulder.

\"Point me to the loo.\"

D\'Leiah gestured out the door absently, digging a shirt from the pile in the corner, sniffing them one by one.

\"To the left, end of the hall.\"

He nodded and hurried down the hall to the door marked with blue lettering. He got in without being seen.

-

Whe he walked back into his sisters room, he looked like a team of stylists had been at him for hours. Really it only took about 20 minutes.

A pair of dark jeans hung around his hips, accompanied by a wide leather belt with silve celtic designs scratched painstakingly into the black hide. The pants hung over heavy black boots and the outfit was topped off with a sleeveless dark blue muscle shirt and a bright silver link-chain around his throat. Even going casual he managed to look like a rock-star.

\"Athy... Can\'t you even look normal...\"

D\'Leiah sighed but grabbed his hand, pulling him to the lift. He shrugged.

\"This is normal,\" he muttered softly, turning his eyes downward.

D\'Leiah sighed and tried to explain.

\"I mean, don\'t you ever do the whole, undercover-hiding-from-the-public-thing?\"

\"No. I\'m not on stage, I\'m not here for them, I\'m not bothered.\"

The doors pinged open and D\'Leiah tugged him out, into the cafeteria. The room physically buzzed with sound, but eyes openly stared at them both. D\'Leiah went straight to a table by the wall, a small group of very pretty guys sitting there with cups of coffee and several them only had a tiny muffin. The smiled and scooted around to make room.

\"Morning Lee! Who\'s that?\"

D\'Leiah smiled.

\"This is my big brother, you ninny! Atherial Stone, meet my girls.\"

He blinked. girls? Sure they were very pretty boys, but....

\"We\'re drag queens, darling.\"

Explained a blue-eyed brunette. Oh, that explained it then. The boys were those androgynous pretty ones: the bright summer-blue eyed blonde boy; a pair of pretty strwberry-red haired boys with striking green eyes; a boy with long black hair that flashed bright blue streaks and dark steel-gray eyes; and another blonde with big scarlette-red eyes.

He offered a hand to the red-eyed blonde.

\"Atherial Stone. Pleasure to meet you.\"

The boy gave him a narrow, disapproving stare, but shook his hand anyway. Then a soft, cold voice murmured sharply.

\"Asshole. You cause \'Lee so much trouble flaunting yourself like you do. Why don\'t you just cut ties from her and go away.\"

Atherial snatched his hand back like he was burned, royal-blue eyes looking closed.

\"Anton!\"

D\'Leiah shrieked in horror, reaching over to swat at him.

\"I told you to be NICE to my brother, and you go off and snark at him! How DARE you!\"\"

Anton didn\'t look ashamed at all.

\"Its the truth and you know it. His fame only makes it hard for you to have a normal life; girls hate you, men try to gold-dig with you, teachers snub you, and cameras follow you almost constantly. And it\'s all HIS fault.\"

D\'Leiah just burst into tears. One of the strawberry-red haired boys swatted Anton feircly.

\"Shut UP, you idiot!\"

Atherial turned, long strides carrying him coldly. D\'Leiah raced after him, catching his arm.

\"Athy!\"

\"I\'m going, D. Obviously the way I\'m taking care of you isn\'t okay.\"

\"Athy! No! I love you, I think you\'re doing FINE! Don\'t mind the things Anton says, he\'s just not okay! He\'s got head problems.\"

Atherial turned.

\"I love you, \'Leiah, but I don\'t appriciate your friend. He knows enough not to act like that, instability or not.\"

\"I know, but he gets so... So ~snappy~! We just don\'t want to upset him. He... He cuts.\"

Atherial grouched.

\"That idiot.\"

-

Garnett hair turned nearly black in the strange darkness of the stage lights. A week. He\'d been with D\'Leiah for a week. And now he was at one of her friends\' \"drag\" shows. True, they all made very pretty girls. But even being pretty didn\'t help \"Antoinette\" as D\'Leiah told him he had to use their stage names while they were there.

\"Are you okay? You look upset.\"

D\'Leiah\'s smiling face popped up and he forced a smile on his face.

\"I\'m fine, go have fun with your friends.\"

D\'Leiah smiled and nodded, vanishing into the crowd. Atherial sat back, watching. It only took a few minutes before he desided to leave.

He crept out the back so D\'Leiah didn\'t see him go.But two bright pair of eyes did.

Atherial was pulling his ceel phone from his pocket when he was shoved into a crumbling brick wall rather roughly, phone slipping to the cobblestones and breaking against the ground.

\"The hell, you think you can just walk out on \'Lee again? I won\'t let you just get away with it.\"

Atherial turned and furious scarlette-red eyes slammed into him. Atherial was taller than Anton but he wasn\'t a strong man, he was thin and lithe, not powerfully built.

And suddenly Anton was ripping at his clothes until they were shreaded on the ground around them. He thrashed but all his struggling earned him was a blow to the head and he saw stars. Then hands were grabbing at him, groping him and trying to defile him. He opened his mouth to scream but Anton bit down on his lip feircly and he jerked, cracking his head on the wall.

*Oh god... This guy\'s gonna... Someone... Someone....*

He couldn\'t complete his thoughts as Anton ruthlessly took advantage of him.

-

Cold golden eyes glared dangerously from the darkness at that loathsome blonde human started assulting his intended prey. He slid out of the shadows and right up behind the two struggling against the wall. He got a handfull of blonde hair and ripped the other away from the red-head he was coveting. The red-head took one look at flaming golden eyes and passed out.

Attaken lifted him off the ground, ignoring the body of Anton lying broken beside the door. He carried him down the back streets, walking into what looked like an abandoned warehouse. He descended several sets of stairs before reaching a lit, lower level. He made his way through to a dimmer room and lay the slender figure in the wide, low bed.

Hours later, he walked back in, lips a lush red and skin warm. He eyed the boy in the bed with a faint smile. That would all be his, that gloriously pale flesh that so enjoyed wrapping itself in several impassible layers of black leather. Tonight it was clad in flimsy cotton. Yet he would not take clear advantage of him.

After all, he wanted him awake for it.

But the figure in the bed was quiet, the vision of golden eyes roiling in flames having knocked him cold. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossing in dark denim. He brushed heated fingertips across the pale forehead, brushing aside long garnet bangs. He smirked, teeth glittering in the dim light.

\"My prey...\"

His touch stirred the boy and he pulled his hand back, watching as eyelids twitched and pouting lips turned downwards. Long fingers twitched and curled against the sheets before royal-blue eyes slipped open, looking around. They caught his profile in the light and he started to sit up before a wave of dizziness caught the human and he groaned, one slender hand coming to his head as he sank down.

\"......Its you....\"

Attaken smirked, lips parting.

\"Only that? No hello kiss?\"

He was given a withering glare.

\"Stay away from me you bastard. And stay away from my sister.\"

\"I haven\'t an ounce of interest in your sister. Its you that interests me... So pretty, you\'re a prize, and I want you.\"

He jerked his head away and finally sat up, scooting away with narrowed eyes.

\"Well you\'re certainly no prize and I don\'t want you. Let me go.\"

\"Is that any way to thank me for saving you? You were about to be raped by some crazy human and you haven\'t even got a thank you for me?\"

\"No. I would rather be caught naked in a prison full of sex offenders than be with you.\"

\"It could be arranged.\"

He murmured seriously. Those eyes rounded out, and it was clear he was thinking, \'He wouldn\'t DARE....\'

\"And I assure you I would dare.\"

He got an open palm across his face. He reached out and grasped the delicate wrist tightly, pulling him forward with the grip. He grasped his chin firmly.

\"I want you, Atherial Stone. And I\'ll do anything it takes until you\'re finally mine. You belong with me, only I can take care of you the way you need. No one else will ever make you feel the way I make you feel. Your blood is roiling already, I can smell it, the anticipation. The desire. You want me in a way that is so deep it scares you. Because you know I will never let you go.\"

Atherial was pulling away, lips open to protest, but the sound died as a whimper in his throat and slowly his eyes closed with a shudder. Attaken could tell he was breaking him down, cracking him open and making him almost accept that this is where he really could be safe. And it was true.

He leaned over him and brushed those parted lips but pulled away.

\"I won\'t take you here, not now. But if you want to go I\'ll take you to the surface, let you go. But you\'ll always belong too me. Your heart is in my hand.\"

Blue eyes opened and he gave a slightly upset sound but then he nodded and a slightly thick voice rasped.

\"I want to go home...\"

Attaken smirked and lifted him off the bed. Long arms wrapped around him and a head burried itself in his shoulder. He took him up and let him out of the warehouse doors.

\"I\'ll find you, no matter where you go. No one will hurt you.\"

-

Atherial walked into his sisters room quietly and started packing his bag. He couldn\'t believe what had happened. That... That... DEMON.... He had nearly let him have him, let him take him. It was impossible, he had to go. He couldn\'t stay, it was dangerous for his sister right now. He just had to get back on tour.

She was waiting on him.

\"Athy!!!!! What happened, you vanished! And Anton is dead! Are you okay, you look sick! Lay down! Athy?\"

He shook his head and slung his bag over his shoulder, eyes haunted, avoiding his sister\'s stare.

\"I have to go. I\'m needed on tour. I\'ll- D\'Leiah, I\'m being followed. Its not safe for me to stay here, I\'ll call you okay?\"

He turned and hurried out the door, trying to ignore the hurt look she was sending after him. He made his way out into the darkness, hurrying to a subway from the college he\'d sent her too with what money he had. Most of it went into paying his manager, his publicist, and the record company. But he sent everything else to D\'Leiah, trying to give her a normal life, the life he couldn\'t have.

-+flashback+-

A lanky 12 year old stood tall as the dark brown casket was lowered into the ground, blue eyes cold, closed. Beside him, clinging too his hand was his 6 year old sister, watching with big blue eyes to match his own. Long blonde ringlets tumbled down her back and she tugged his hand desperatly.

\"Athy?? Athy.. Why are they putting Mommy in there? Mommy still has to make breakfast! Tell them to let her out! Athy?\"

She turned and tried to run to the hole, but he held her tightly back as she started yelling.

\"Mommy! Mommy! Its time to get up now, Mommy! Mommy! MOMMY!!\"

The diggers started shoveling the dirt back into the hole and she started to scream.

\"MOMMY! Athy! Make them stop! Mommy can\'t breathe! MOMMY MOMMY WAKE UP! MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!\"

Atherial pulled his sister away, his black clothes absorbing the bright sunlight. D\'Leiah\'s long blue dress caught the light, reflecting it. He got her into their aunt\'s car, leaving her to bang on the child-proof windows ineffectually. She tired herself out and fell asleep on the long ride back to the manor. Short red hair fell from it\'s carefully gelled spikes as the ride grew long. He leaned down, wrapping his arms around his sister.

\"D.... Mommy\'s okay, but now it\'s just us.... I\'ll always take care of you, D.\"

-+end flashback+-

He sat back on the subway, leaning his head against the window, bag in his lap. He stared at the lights lining the tunnel, watching them flash past until they hit a black spot. The lights flickered out and then back on seconds later and a lean figure sat across from him, a white button down and a pair of slacks on him. Long silvery hair flowed down the shirt and golden eyes gleamed in amusement.

He gasped as the lights flashed out and then on again and the demon was gone. He turned his head, eyes closing. He was going to be free.

-

He was on stage, in some city he couldn\'t remember, they were all the same, masses of screaming black-clad teenagers excited over a poster pinup. He hated them, but he loved making music, and creating an atmosphere with his voice. Because once he started singing, everything went away. His worries about D\'Leiah, his anger and fear at the demon that seemed to mock him from every attempt to flee him.

As he sang his eyes closed and a flash brought them open again. He\'d sworn he\'d seen gleaming gold eyes in the sea of movement. But they were gone. He sighed slowly as he sang, cooing into the microphone in his hand. Then he saw him. Royal-blue eyes fought the urge to widen and he concentrated on not letting his voice break. Gold eyes gleamed from a frame of long silver hair. He stood his ground stubbornly and glared at the demon, continuing to sing.

As soon as he could he got off the stage and ran into his dressing room. The door slammed after him and then there was an ominous locking noise. He froze. He hadn\'t had time to lock it.... He closed his eyes firmly.

\"Don\'t jump to conclusions, Atherial....\"

\"Conclude away my dearheart.\"

He whirled around, eyes flying wide open.

\"YOU!\"

\"Yes, you were expecting Lucile Ball perhaps?\"

A smirk graced the face of the demon as he advanced, making Atherial step back until his knees caught on the end of the couch, sending him into the cushions with an \'oof!\'

\"Convinent.\"

He purred as he continued forward until he was kneeling astrid the leather wrapped hips, hands holding the back of the couch to either side of Atherial\'s shoulders.

-

Attaken smirked, looking down into eyes that showed anger with an underlying fear. He would, after a fashion, dispel that fear. And replace it with hunger. He smirked as he leaned down, lips hovering just centimeters away from the human\'s, breath brushing his skin softly.

\"You look delicious sitting like this, staring up at me, if only it were desire in those pretty blue eyes of yours.... But I could change that...\"

Atherial\'s lips parted unconciously and he leaned down, devouring them, hands shifting to grasp his hair so he couldn\'t pull away from the kiss. Lips met, melded and slid against one another smoothly, Attaken\'s warm tounge slipping into the human\'s mouth and partaking of the sweet ambrosia that Atherial was. Far too soon - for demon and human alike - it was over, Attaken was pulling away, fingers sliding down, caressing the back of his neck, up the side and cupping the slender jaw lightly, thumb tracing the full, moist lower lip.

\"Oh yes... Its a wonderful change of expression. Ethereal. Were you an angel I would gladly bring you from grace.\"

Atherial gave a soft whimper and his hands twitched from clutching the couch to resting on the demon\'s hips, fingers curled in stolen black vinyl. Attaken purred and leaned down, stealing his breath with a second kiss, teasing his tounge and stroking his hands down the leather wrapped chest to the bottom buckle which seemed to hold the whole top peice together.

The leather came away from the heavy steel with a sliding sound and the whole thing fell off with a mutted thump. He strolled his fingers upwards over soft pale skin, unmarred but he would have to change it soon enough. He made slow circles around the boy\'s nipples, teasing close but never touching.

The human was giving low moans into the kiss and eventually the red-head pulled his head away to gasp for breath, tounge flicking out to wet his lips. Golden eyes followed it\'s slick trail hungrilly and he leaned down, retracing the path with his own tounge before sucking the tounge into his mouth voraciously.

Atherial moaned under him and hands clutched his hips tightly, tugging the vinyl slightly before it gave with a plastic slipping sound, rent from waist to knees by the boy\'s nails. It fell from smooth skin with a flutter and pooled around his knees as he straddled his prey. Hazed royal-blue\'s slid downward and that pink tounge slipped across his lips again, almost hungrilly. Blue eyes looked up, already asking for permission which was conveyed in a smirk and a gentle downward shove.

Atherial slithered down so that he was kneeling on the floor, arched back so that his shoulders and arms leaned on the couch, lifting his head and wrapping his lips around the dripping tip of the nearly albino man\'s cock, tounge dipping into the slit delicately, a moan thrumming through his lips and against stiff flesh. Attaken simply leaned over to grip the back of the couch, head ducked down to watch his flesh dissapear into the soft lips, dark lashes fanned across his human\'s cheeks, hiding those startlingly blue eyes from him.

Then the eyes flashed open, turned nearly black with wanton desire, full lips taking more flesh, head tilted until the whole of him was jammed down a willing throat, hands rising to wrap around the backs of his thighs for stability. Attaken growled and thrust into the hot mouth, making the human give a whimper as his throat was jabbed into a little further. He swallowed out of reflex, and then again when Attaken hissed and arched his hips a bit. The demon liked that, and he repeated his movement of thrusting forward, making him swallow hard to keep from choking on cock.

After a bit of this, though, Attaken pulled back and hauled Atherial up onto the couch, tossing him down to the arm and pushing him across it to lean his head towards the floor. This left his rear upturned and long arms were pressed too the floor, hips writhing slightly as the human\'s hard cock rubbed tantilizingly against the expensive italian leather. He stilled the shifting body with his hands and rubbed the tip of his saliva slick cock against the twitching opening for a moment before he thrust into him, earning a keening wail of pleasure from the throat of his prey.

The slim form arched against him, body writhing slowly as he was impaled. Strong hands bruised his hips as they held him still there at least, the muscles around him clenching and spasming madly. He hissed a bit as he slid out and then plunged back in, earning another keening wail of desire tinted faintly with pain that was swiftly receeding and reeling away as he struck his prostate, sending stars to implode behind his eyes, scattering his vision with myriads of colours.

The door rattled, but upon being found locked, whoever it was went away. Attaken bared sharp teeth in a snarl as he thust into the more-than-willing body below him. His human writhed, fingers scraping at the floor while gasping moans dropped like honey from the red-head\'s lips. His voice, that rich, enveloping sound, it huanted the demon\'s ears, and he leaned over him, hips driving forward until the human gave a ripped cry. Atherial arched and writhed as he came hard, ruining that leather under him, body claming and twitchnig around the hard, hot flesh that slammed into him twice more before the pent up, much starved for, release was given to the demon over him.

Attaken held himself for a moment before he pulled out and slumped back on the couch. He watches as some of his essence slid down the pale thigh before Atherial moved, sitting up with a tremulous moan. He shifted a bit before his back stiffened with realization. But Attaken was swift.

\"Your name.... Give it too me.\"

The demand was not to be denied, and the name was proffered, no matter how grudgingly, \"Atherial Stone.\"

Attaken chuckled and leaned forward, lips brushing his ear.

\"Ahhh, my pet... How pretty you are.... You proved as lovely as I\'d imagined, face washed in pleasure so carnal. And how easily you give yourself too me. I\'ll never let you go, Atherial.\"

He smirked and licked his ear before he rose, sliding his clothing into place as he left, the door clicking open.

~OWARI~