Why do angels have wings?
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,118
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited
Prologue
Hey everyone, I know...I should be working on the others, but this just would not let go. So here we are...a new insanity for you all to chew on.
No beta unfortunately so if there are any spelling mistakes please point them out or I won't catch them.
Now a bit of take on this. I am doing this as a first person, meaning everything is going to be from the main character's prospective. There will be dialogue between them, but it is going to be shifting always back into his mind. So fair warning.
Anyways onto the story....
Story Title:
Why do angels have wings - and where are mine dammit!
Prologue
"He'll never know."
Those fateful words that I remember my mother saying to her boy-toy of the month. I barely remember any kind words that she ever had shown me, but I remember the lust that her boyfriends would have for me. It always made me nervous and scared so I had learned to hide and be quiet.
I often wondered if this was how it started for me. My need to have silence. To me, silence meant that no one was going to grab me and make them their bitch. I don’t know why I did that. To me, it didn’t make sense, then again I was always talking in my head. But to others….days would go by before I realized that no one was in the house and it would be then that I would venture out of the closet I had been in to get more food and water. My mother was a health freak and would always have many bottles of water around so it was easy for me to steal a few and put them into the closet when it was hiding time.
Over time the need would progress, yet my mother never suspected. My father had been long gone, as he had died when I was a baby, leaving my mother a guardian to my vast fortune that my father had left me.
As I grew to adulthood I realized that my father did not trust her, so it made me wonder why they had ever gotten together.
It was not until I had turned twenty-one and I came into my full inheritance that I learned why. One of the stipulations of our fortunes was that we were to procreate, and as such was set up with betrothed from before we were even born.
I know….I know you are thinking what the hell? This is the twenty-first century. No one has betrothed anymore?! I however was different, special if you will.
My betrothed? The vainest bitch on the planet. Lucky ME!!
Not
Unfortunately for me, the most beautiful.
So for me, here I was. An introvert, shy boy that now had a tsunami for a girlfriend, and a mother that was till trying to get her hands on my fortune. Something that my father's lawyer's had managed to keep out of her hands while I was growing up.
My family's wealth has always been a sore spot, and my...god only knows what I should call her. Mother? Love provider? All of those terms seem wrong when you look at the big picture. Love was something that I did not get. I was in the way of my mother's greed and only my father's foresight to keep her away from the fortune is the only reason I have it now.
As such now I have to deal with Tamarina.
You would think that with a name like that, she would be beautiful. You would be wrong. Now, now don't get me wrong. She IS beautiful. But her soul...it is blacker then the night. There are days when I see her and I could almost feel that she isn't real, that she is a demon - sent to kill me. Then there are days where it doesn't seem so bad.
I have no idea what I am going to be doing in the future but I am not looking forward to the drama.
Oh forgive my manners, here I am rambling on and I haven't even introduced myself.
Good morning everyone!
My name is Aure. Aure Ainion and I am your host to my mind.
That didn't sound very good. Let me try that again. Ahem...AHEM....clearing the throat came be fun.
Shall I try that again?
I am Aure and I am descended from angels. This gives you some forethought into my mind. Now be warned. It can be pretty dull in here. And don't expect to see any porn in here. I'm still a virgin. I have to be. See being an angel, even if there is a trace remaining, we can only give ourselves to our soul mates. Regardless if they are any good to us. Some soul mates need many lifetimes to mature enough to handle us, and some get it on the first try.
My parents are the case of the first. Mom is too new, too world thirsty to be able to handle us. Least that is what daddy said to me after he passed on. He said that in a few lifetimes she will be able to settle down long enough for him and her to be truly together. For now, it was why he set up the trust fund for her. So she could indulge herself now, so that she will be ready for him later. That being said, Mother went through it very quickly. Or was it her boy-toy's? I could never remember. So here we are. To the left is the feelings of abandonment and let's not forget the boy-toys and their obsession with me.
See here is the thing. Angels are known to be beautiful. Even as children. We are the epitome of perfection and others want this. Regardless of age. It is our curse.
To the right though I know my soul mate is out there. I feel him. Yes I said him. That's right boys and girls. I am gay. A homosexual. Father knows but he told me that it did not matter as a few generations before the soul mate was male. And things were okay then. I asked him about children and he had smiled at me and told me to stop asking questions that I wasn't ready to hear the answer to.
So here we are at the juncture of my existence. On the one side I have a mother that if there were not enough stumbling blocks in her way she would have done away with me to get her hands on my fortune, and the other I have a fiancée that I think is a demon spawn.
What is a boy to do?
Feedback is always appreciated
No beta unfortunately so if there are any spelling mistakes please point them out or I won't catch them.
Now a bit of take on this. I am doing this as a first person, meaning everything is going to be from the main character's prospective. There will be dialogue between them, but it is going to be shifting always back into his mind. So fair warning.
Anyways onto the story....
Story Title:
Why do angels have wings - and where are mine dammit!
Prologue
"He'll never know."
Those fateful words that I remember my mother saying to her boy-toy of the month. I barely remember any kind words that she ever had shown me, but I remember the lust that her boyfriends would have for me. It always made me nervous and scared so I had learned to hide and be quiet.
I often wondered if this was how it started for me. My need to have silence. To me, silence meant that no one was going to grab me and make them their bitch. I don’t know why I did that. To me, it didn’t make sense, then again I was always talking in my head. But to others….days would go by before I realized that no one was in the house and it would be then that I would venture out of the closet I had been in to get more food and water. My mother was a health freak and would always have many bottles of water around so it was easy for me to steal a few and put them into the closet when it was hiding time.
Over time the need would progress, yet my mother never suspected. My father had been long gone, as he had died when I was a baby, leaving my mother a guardian to my vast fortune that my father had left me.
As I grew to adulthood I realized that my father did not trust her, so it made me wonder why they had ever gotten together.
It was not until I had turned twenty-one and I came into my full inheritance that I learned why. One of the stipulations of our fortunes was that we were to procreate, and as such was set up with betrothed from before we were even born.
I know….I know you are thinking what the hell? This is the twenty-first century. No one has betrothed anymore?! I however was different, special if you will.
My betrothed? The vainest bitch on the planet. Lucky ME!!
Not
Unfortunately for me, the most beautiful.
So for me, here I was. An introvert, shy boy that now had a tsunami for a girlfriend, and a mother that was till trying to get her hands on my fortune. Something that my father's lawyer's had managed to keep out of her hands while I was growing up.
My family's wealth has always been a sore spot, and my...god only knows what I should call her. Mother? Love provider? All of those terms seem wrong when you look at the big picture. Love was something that I did not get. I was in the way of my mother's greed and only my father's foresight to keep her away from the fortune is the only reason I have it now.
As such now I have to deal with Tamarina.
You would think that with a name like that, she would be beautiful. You would be wrong. Now, now don't get me wrong. She IS beautiful. But her soul...it is blacker then the night. There are days when I see her and I could almost feel that she isn't real, that she is a demon - sent to kill me. Then there are days where it doesn't seem so bad.
I have no idea what I am going to be doing in the future but I am not looking forward to the drama.
Oh forgive my manners, here I am rambling on and I haven't even introduced myself.
Good morning everyone!
My name is Aure. Aure Ainion and I am your host to my mind.
That didn't sound very good. Let me try that again. Ahem...AHEM....clearing the throat came be fun.
Shall I try that again?
I am Aure and I am descended from angels. This gives you some forethought into my mind. Now be warned. It can be pretty dull in here. And don't expect to see any porn in here. I'm still a virgin. I have to be. See being an angel, even if there is a trace remaining, we can only give ourselves to our soul mates. Regardless if they are any good to us. Some soul mates need many lifetimes to mature enough to handle us, and some get it on the first try.
My parents are the case of the first. Mom is too new, too world thirsty to be able to handle us. Least that is what daddy said to me after he passed on. He said that in a few lifetimes she will be able to settle down long enough for him and her to be truly together. For now, it was why he set up the trust fund for her. So she could indulge herself now, so that she will be ready for him later. That being said, Mother went through it very quickly. Or was it her boy-toy's? I could never remember. So here we are. To the left is the feelings of abandonment and let's not forget the boy-toys and their obsession with me.
See here is the thing. Angels are known to be beautiful. Even as children. We are the epitome of perfection and others want this. Regardless of age. It is our curse.
To the right though I know my soul mate is out there. I feel him. Yes I said him. That's right boys and girls. I am gay. A homosexual. Father knows but he told me that it did not matter as a few generations before the soul mate was male. And things were okay then. I asked him about children and he had smiled at me and told me to stop asking questions that I wasn't ready to hear the answer to.
So here we are at the juncture of my existence. On the one side I have a mother that if there were not enough stumbling blocks in her way she would have done away with me to get her hands on my fortune, and the other I have a fiancée that I think is a demon spawn.
What is a boy to do?
Feedback is always appreciated