Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2001 15:04:07 -0400 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Angel - Chapter 6 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. 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Once again, thank you for your support and as always your e-mail is much appreciated. ************************************************************************ Angel By Tom Cup Chapter 6 He was naked. There was no doubt of it. He was not bound but laid still on the cold of the stone altar as if he were. He could hear the muffled whispers and chants about him. He could smell the incenses as they perfumed the air. Three days had past and yet the ritual remained the same. Just before sun up he was taken blind folded from his small, damp, cell and brought to this place. They had taken his clothes from him the first night. He allowed himself time and again to be led to the altar and laid upon it as the ritual began. "Do you renounce Satan and all of his evil?" "I have nothing to renounce." "Do you claim to be without sin?" "I know of no sin I have committed." And then would come the voice with its accusations. He knew the voice, of course, belonged to Darcy. He wondered if the other boy stood as naked before the inquisitors as he himself. "What says the witness?" "He did lure boys and men to his room for unnatural acts." "What says the accused?" "I have committed no sin." "Do you then deny unnatural attractions to those of the same sex as you?" "There are no unnatural attractions, save those that a anchored in your own minds. `To the pure, all things are pure.'" "Homosexuality is an abomination unto the Lord!" "There is no sin in loving your brother, only in oppression, hatred and the killing of a loving spirit." "You are warned! Give up these heretical ways!" Naked he would be returned to his cell to await the noon and evening inquisitions. Margaret watched the shadows become alive. She saw as the man that had been talking with Angel turned and walked toward her. She wanted to scream out as the shadows surrounded the boy. She wanted to get up and help him but could not. Before she could understand what had happened, the boy and the shadows were gone and the park was filled with people looking concerned and asking her questions. She could tell they were speaking but the sounds and the words that came from them made no sense. When she woke, a doctor stood over her. His mouth moved but, again, the words made no sense. She tried to tell him that she was an American, that she spoke English (why they used foreign doctors these days she would never know - the least they could do was to speak the language!) but the words would not form on her lips. The doctor smiled to reassure her and soon she was asleep. The door to the cell opened. Angel looked up into the face of the young priest. Yes, he had noticed this one before, had seen the doubt in his eyes. The priest double-checked once more to insure that he was not seen and entered the cell, closing the door behind him. "I brought you something to eat," he whispered. "You are kind," responded the boy taking the loaf of crusty Italian bread from the priest and gently stroking his hand. The priest pulled away. "Why did you do that? "Because you wanted me too." "Why do you say these things? Why don't you tell them what they want you too? There are those that want you freed. If you just told them what they wanted to hear..." "I have told them the truth, is that not enough?" "Please Angel," the priest whispered. "Jonathan," spoke Angel to the young priest's wide-eyed surprise. He started to ask how Angel knew his name but the boy brushed the question aside with a wave of his hand. "Listen to me," Angel continued, "You would never break your mother's heart by being who you are because you feel this would dishonor her. But she loves you and wants to see you happy. Does not your unhappiness dishonor her?" "I am not unhappy." "But you are Jon. You deny what you feel everyday, even now, for the sake of a lie. I proclaim what I feel and who I am for the sake of the truth. Which do you suppose that God loves more?" "You are confused. The Scriptures teach...." "Lay with me Jon. Let me rest my head in your bosom as John with Christ. Show me the love that David had for Jonathan of old." "This is heresy... it is blasphemy...it is..." "the truth! Even now your body testifies to it. Is this not a miracle, Jon? The spiritual being manifested in the physical world. Love has become tangible in you." "Love? No Angel, lust. It is my burden. My sin. I am a lustful person. There is no virtue in me." "Then we are both lost," Angel responded throwing the half eaten loaf at the priest's feet, "Go, rejoin the others. Proclaim how you withstood my temptations." Jonathan looked at the boy. He was beautiful beyond compare. Angel shifted giving the priest an even fuller view of his boyish lines and copper toned colors. His hair shone even in the slightest light and his smile was sweeter than the fragrance of roses. But it was the eyes that captured the priest. They were longing, not out of desperation, but out of caring. Caring for all that looked into them. At this moment, caring for the young priest alone. "I can't leave you." "Why?" "I don't know. It is wrong what is happening here." "Is that why you can't leave me or is there something else? "You can't possibly understand." "Oh, but I do Jon. It is you that does not understand. You think that if I share my body with you that it is lust. You think that only a male and female can share their bodies and it be love. You are wrong. You believe that there is no place in God's plan for a male to love another male and then express it in the exchange and surrender of the body. You are wrong. You are also convinced that a boy of my age could never know or understand the things of which I now speak, disregarding that even as I speak them I prove you wrong. "You wish to hold me and wish for me to want to be held by you. You wish to love me and wish me to love you in return. You wish for our bodies to mingle together until they are lost in one another, until the two become one. "But even as you wish these things you rebuke yourself and condemn those that dare to hope as you hope. You cling to the law and ignore grace and love. Thus you crucify Christ again in your heart!" "Stop it child!" protested the priest, "You do not know what you say!" "You are a good man Jonathan. I know you will not hurt me. I know you love me. Therefore, I will give myself to you. All you have to do is take me." 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