Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 07:46:35 -0400 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Angel - Chapter 4 G/M Y/A Angel by Tom Cup Copyright 2001 by the Paratwa Partnership, A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving youth/youth and adult/youth sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. To support these and other stories by Tom Cup, visit: http://tomcup.isCool.net or http://www.boyztown.net ************************************************************************ Author's note: I would like to thank all the members of the Tom Cup Gallery for their support of these writings. You truly do keep these stories going. Please visit the members area for Chapters 1-3 of "A Place Called Home"; Chapter 7 of "Angel" and Chapter 17 of "Calvin". I will be adding new chapters to the Kevin and Tommy storylines as well as adding another new story, "Stephen Miller's Journal" for your enjoyment. Once again, thank you for your support and as always your e-mail is much appreciated. Tom. ************************************************************************ Angel By Tom Cup Chapter 4 "How are you my boy?" Father Kennedy asked. "I'm fine Father," answered Angel startling the old priest. "Angel....Angel...?" "Why are you here Father?" "Why I... it is a miracle! You speak!" laughed Father Kennedy hugging the youth before he could gain composure. "Why are you here Father?" Angel asked again. "Why don't you know? The dreams. The dreams. Over and over you called for me to come." "I did not call you here." "Perhaps God sent me this vision of your need. Or perhaps he wished me to witness this miracle. Blessed be his name!" Angel only stared at the priest. He knew Father Kennedy to be a good man, an honest man, a man full of faith. He never pushed Angel to speak but had only cared for him. Temptation was far from the man. He was always gentle and kind even to the worst of the children under his care. Angel had watch him clean up after his wards cheerfully, encourage even the most unruly, and praise all in humility. And yet, even the priest could see, he was concerned. "What is it, Angel? Please tell me." "You are not here for the reason you think." "How could you know this?" "I know." "Then why am I here." "To be tempted to do what you think is right." Zachy and Elijah knew it was wrong. They rarely broke the rules but tonight they couldn't help themselves. They had to see Angel. They had to talk with him. They knew that Darcy would have thought them foolish for trying but it didn't matter to them. They waited until they thought everyone else was asleep and then slipped down the hall to Angel's room. Neither knew what they would say to the boy or if he would speak to them but they simply had to go. They were surprised to find the door open. Angel was standing in the center of the room as if waiting for them. They stared at each other in disbelief and entered the room. "You want to ask me something?" The boys nodded in unison. "Ask." "What were you talking to that old lady about?" Elijah asked. "Why do you ask about things that do not concern you?" Confusion raced into the boys minds. Hadn't he said they could ask anything? No, he hadn't said that. He said they could about their lives. No, he hadn't said that, either, but they knew somehow there was something they were suppose to ask. "How come you're talking now," Zachy asked. Angel smiled, walked over and kissed the boy on the cheek, saying, "Because it's time." "We don't understand," Elijah said. "You don't understand?" Angel answered, "Zachariah does." Elijah looked at his brother who was blushing. He thought he knew his brother better than anyone in the world and yet the redness of his face clearly told him that Angel knew something that he didn't. "What?" he asked more to Zachy than to Angel. Father Cornelius was pacing. He knew it signaled a lost of his self-control but could not help himself. The older priest was asking questions to which he simply had no answers. "But Father surely there was some therapy involved, some sign that he was on the verge of speech." "I simply turned to find it was he speaking to me. Truly, Father, I do not know why and sometimes, I must confess, he does not speak to me at all. I do not understand any more than you." Father Kennedy scratched his head. "I apologize Father. It's just that...." "I know... not only is he speaking but he says things that amaze you." "Yes... enough so that I think it is our duty to notify the bishop." "He has warned me against such a move." "Warned you?" "Not in so many words," Father Cornelius stated hesitantly, "but clearly understood. As though, he will speak only when and to whom he wishes. We could look mighty incompetent should we speak of this as a miracle and then Angel decides never to speak again. The boy has such power." Father Kennedy nodded. "Nevertheless, there is something that you and I are not prepared to deal with happening here." Darcy watched as Zachy and Elijah slipped quietly back to their room, arms around one another. He stood watching the door trying to decide if he should try to talk with Angel. He began praying for the boy's soul and for the soul of those he was influencing. Tears streamed down his face as he prayed against the corruption the boy was bringing to the lives of those with whom he was having contact. The sense of danger that came over him was tangible. He was unsure of what he should do. It was then he saw Father Cornelius knock on Angel's door and slip inside. "We have to talk Angel." "Are you attracted to me Father?" "Angel..." "If you will not be honest with me Father, I can not help you." "Help me? Angel, how are you helping me? My life was under control. Now, I don't know what to think from one day to the next." "Have faith Father." "Faith," laughed Father Cornelius, "Faith I have. I just don't know ..." "About me." "Yes, Angel. I don't know about you." "You're right, Cornelius. You do have faith. I am here to show you love and hope. You gave up on them so long ago that you have forgotten. Love and hope Cornelius." "You are just a boy," the whisper came harsh from the Father's voice. "Do I arouse you Cornelius?" The question brought back the images from the priest's past. Long forgotten. Images not of recent lust but of long forgotten lust. He felt weak. He sat on the boy's bed as tears of defeat began to fall from his eyes. He could not lie to the boy. His body would not lie. He nodded loosing all control. Angel sat beside him and gently rubbed his back as the priest wept uncontrollably with his hands covering his face. Darcy sat staring at the tea he had made for himself. He thought of Zachy and Elijah. They had been his friends. He was sure they were on the road to righteousness until this night. The way they held each other after leaving Angel's room was almost lewd in his mind. Then there was Father Cornelius' visit to Angel's room. He respected the man but somehow he felt that Angel was changing him; corrupting him. "There is a disease festering in our midst, Lord," he prayed, "I do not know how to stop it or how to help those in need. Forgive my weakness. Let them not suffer for my short comings, I beg you." Zachy and Elijah undressed slowly; almost as if they were doing a meditative dance. Before they knew it, the two boys were engaged in a naked embrace. The warmth of their bodies mingled. They savored the feel of each other's silken skin. Their lips touched, and parted, accepting the probing of one another's tongue. They broke only to slip beneath the sheet, for the first time, of a shared bed. The hardness between their legs melted into the warmth of their bellies. Their hand roamed freely over the mounds, folds, and cracks of each other's bodies. They formed a rhythm of gentle erotic movement. Panting, their love for each other exploded and mingled wet on their bellies. Brother Lucas rose to make his rounds. He was surprised to find Darcy in the dining hall. At first he thought to chase the boy back to his room but soon realize that the boy was in tears. "What's wrong Darcy?" "Everything." "Now, now... you can't possibly mean that." "I do. I'm sorry Brother, but I do." "It's OK, Darcy. Maybe you should talk to the Father in the morning." "I can not." "Surely you do not mean this. You and Father Cornelius have shared such a good relationship." "I know, but Angel..." "What about Angel?" "It's nothing Brother." "You're not jealous of the attention he has been getting, are you Darcy?" "No, no you don't understand. There is something.... evil going on." "Evil is a very strong word Darcy." Father Cornelius didn't want to open his eyes. The warm feel, and youthful smell, of the boy lying on his chest was a dream come true. He knew that the indulgence was dangerous. He was risking his career and, according to the Church, his immortal soul. Strangely, he didn't care. He wasn't sure how but Angel had removed his doubt and sense of guilt about the feelings he held hidden since he was a teen. As a child he had been an alter boy. He loved being around the other boys and looked forward to their times together. When he was in his mid-teens, he became aware that he was sexually attracted to the other boys, especially the younger ones. He was over ridden with guilt knowing that the Church considered homosexuality a sin. Never daring to confess his feelings and thoughts, he reasoned that the only way to atone his sin was to dedicate his life to the service of the Church. Angel suggested there was another reason he had chosen this vocation. "Why?" "So that you would always be near the boys you longed to touch but never could." A dam broke with the words and Cornelius wept out of shame and relief that he no longer had to bear the secret alone. He confessed to the child what he never dared to confess to any priest or his superiors. Angel listened to the priest's litany of confessions and told him he was forgiven. Cornelius laughed and began to explain to the child how the Church viewed forgiveness but Angel stopped him. "Is it written of children, 'See that you do not look down on the one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven?'" "Yes, but..." "Then believe me when I tell you Father, there is forgiveness for you in God's face. Accept it and be free to love and hope again." Cornelius had no answer for the boy and did not argue when Angel laid him on his bed; cuddling up next to him. To support these and other stories by Tom Cup, visit: http://tomcup.isCool.net or http://www.boyztown.net Send comments to: tom_cup@hotmail.com