Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2012 17:36:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christos Kastellanos <christoskastellanos@yahoo.com>
Subject: Love Lost / Chapter Six / Beginnings and Fantasy

Love Lost, Love Found

By

Christos Kastellanos

Chapter Six

Cast of Characters

Chariton, Greek name meaning "grace, kindness and the ruling king of the
Lamia

Alexandros and Abaddon Michelakakis, identical twins and sons of King
Chariton

Alexandros, his name is Greek and is composed of the elements; Alex, which
means "to defend" and Andros "man," hence "defender of mankind and heir to
the Lamia throne.

Abaddon, Greek name derived from Hebrew abaddown, meaning "destruction,
ruination.

Michel, his name meant the avenging angel, and he was the youngest brother
of Alexandros and Abaddon.

Michael Lakis, Greek name derived from the word nazara, "the guarded one,
and FBI agent

Chris Nomikos, a descendent Chrysanthos and a young police officer with the
Springfield, Massachusetts police department

Demetrious, Greek for lover of the earth

Patrick O'Malley, older detective and good friend with Chris

Brian Mathews, local bartender at the Pub, a popular gay bar

Rickie, a seventeen year old hustler

Acanthus, Greek for `thorn'



Gergeli, Greek and it means, watcher.



I would also like to mention here that Michael is now Alexandros or
Alex. Chris and Michael have come to realize that they are Alexandros and
Chrysanthos, so the change to Chris and Alex.



Chapter Six

`Oh shit, ma'lord, what do I do now,' Rickie asked of Alex.

`Go to the foot of Olympus, there you will find the king's palace. Ask of
the guard to speak to Michel, the kind. He will know what to do to help
us. Now hurry and may the Gods be with you.'

Rickie waited, sending out spiritual feelers as he'd been taught, for
intruders and when he deemed it safe, left the safety of his lair in search
of the king.

***

"How did you know where to find me, Abaddon," Alexandros asked, struggling
against the hold that his shackles had on him.

"You forget, my brother that I made Rickie, and even though you may control
him now because you first fed him, I still hold a mind link with the boy."

"You cannot communicate with him, for only I and his future intended can do
that," Alex corrected him. "He would never betray me," he insisted.

"True, but that same link still works like a homing signal, and that is
what led me to your lair," he said, followed by his demonic evil laugh.

"What are you going to do with us," Alex demanded to know.

"First I am going to take your handsome one and ravage him sexually, and
then drink him dry of his blood. When he awakens it shall be my blood that
he feasts on and not yours, thus making him mine. How foolish of you not to
have converted him when you had the opportunity to do so, tsk, tsk," he
said, and then walked over to Chris, who was once again tied to the stone
altar.

"What a pretty slave you are going to make me," Abaddon cooed, running his
finger down the length of Chris' torso to his sex and gently fondling
it. "And to think that it will be me taking pleasure from you, and not your
precious Alexandros, tsk, tsk," and again the laugh as he lowered his mouth
ever closer to the vein that seemed to be throbbing wildly in Chris' neck
and licked it.

"I'll never serve or love you, never," Chris yelled out, spitting at him,
and Abaddon struck him hard across the face.

"Oh but you will, silly human, oh but you will," he challenged and struck
him again.

"Stop...please Abaddon, if there is anything left in you of the love we
once had as brothers, please don't do this to him. You can do as you wish
with me, but please spare him," Alex begged.

"Love, there was never any love between you and I, Alexandros. Besides,
where was that so called love when you let that human behead me or rather
the person that you thought was me, back in Massachusetts, where was it
then?" he shouted glaring over at Alexandros

"That was not you, but one of your minions pretending to be you. How many
times I could have killed you, but did not, thinking that maybe, just
maybe, there was a thread of decency left in my brother's heart."

"Oh please, don't play me for a fool, Alexandros, you and I never had an
ounce of love between us and you know it. It was always perfect Alexandros
in father's eyes, while I was nothing but the son that did everything
wrong."

"It was your lack of compassion for the human race and your total
disrespect for our laws that angered father; love had nothing to do with
it. Father loved us both equally. Besides, if he had continued to let you
run unchecked killing humans, our people would have been eventually hunted
down and destroyed."

"Oh rubbish, humans were created for us and for no other reason. They are
our supply for blood and other than that; they serve no other useful
purpose but to serve us."

"They are living souls just as we are, Abaddon, and are entitled to the
same happiness. If only you would let yourself see them for how they are,
they have such a capacity to love that it boggles the mind."

"You really do believe what you are saying, don't you brother?" he asked
and Alex nodded. "Brainwashed, bamboozled or whatever word you wish to call
it, but no matter the word, your brain has been deceived."

He waved his hand and a gag formed around Alex's mouth, silencing him from
further arguing. Abaddon walked back to the altar and Chris. He ran his
hands over the golden splendor of Chris' skin, along his chest, down his
abs and along his inner thighs. He too wore a gag, having appeared when
Alex's did and his eyes were large with fear.

"How sweet it is going to be to take you when the moon is full tonight and
the hour strikes midnight," he said with a seductive tone, his face close
and his eyes delving deep into Chris'.

***

Rickie stood at the base of Mt. Olympus and gazed up at the Castle. He was
in awe, for its very presence took up most of the countryside, and its
grey, granite walls were impenetrable, or seemed to be so from where he
stood. Spires, baring flags with the Michelakakis family crest on them,
waved gently in the summer breeze. Rickie swallowed hard, took a deep
breath and approached the gate.

"What is your business," a guard asked, stopping him from entering.

"I've come to see the king," Rickie replied. "It's urgent business and I
really need to see him," he begged.

"What is the nature of your business?"

"It's for his ears only," he argued back.

Two boys standing on one of the turrets looked down at the guard and Rickie
as they talked. It was evident that one of the boys was of the royal
family, simply by the way he was dressed.

"Do you recognize the lad," Demetrious whispered to a consort who gazed
down at Rickie and shrugged his shoulder.

"No ma'lord," he replied. "I have not seen him before, around the court or
even in town," he added.

"Go and tell the guard that I'll see the lad," Demetrious commanded, his
consort bowed and then hurried away.

"Yes ma'lord," he said, bowing and hurrying away.

"I dare say, the lad is quite handsome in a rugged sort of way," Demetrious
mused before leaving the area and heading down to the throne room.

As he hurried along he prayed to the gods that his uncle, the king, would
not be there. At the gate, the guard lowered his ear to the consort, nodded
and then turned his attention to Rickie.

"Follow him," he ordered, Rickie quickly fell into step with the consort
and followed. "What name shall I announce you as," he asked of Rickie.

Rickie looked up at the consort with playful amusement in his eyes.

"Tell his majesty that Rick Springfield begs an audience with him," he
mused, hiding his smirk and following the consort once again.

He followed the young man down a long hall, which had several doors off of
it, all of which were closed. He could feel a certain power or seduction
over powering him as he approached the throne room.

Rickie stood in awe of the beauty and majesty that radiated from the
room. Although untouched for ages, the room still looked as if it had just
been created. Then his eyes were drawn to a golden haired young man who sat
ramrod straight upon the throne.

His hair was golden, like the morning sun, his eyes blue, two pools of
liquid that were cool, and yet beguiling. He raised a hand, beckoning the
consort and Rickie forward; he approached with awe and reverence. The
closer he got, the deeper he became enthralled with him, not so much the
king, but the man. He offered a slight smile to Rickie; his lips were full,
voluptuous and beckoned to be kissed.

`So, Rick Springfield, what purpose brings you to my throne,' his voice
deep and seducing as it echoed in Rickie's mind.

Rickie was taken back by the sudden intrusion of his voice. It was sensuous
and it seemed to caress his senses as it flowed through him.

`Your majesty,' Rickie bowed, low, and kept his eyes focused down. `I come
to seek help for your brother, Alexandros Michelakakis. His brother,
Abaddon is holding them prisoner and means them great harm, even death,' he
confided, following the king's lead and using a mind link.

He raised his eyes slightly when an audible gasp echoed throughout the
room.

`How is it that you have come to know of this name,' Demetrious asked. `For
the man is not my brother, but my father,' he shared.

`Forgive me your majesty, but Prince Alexandros led me to believe that you
were his brother, Michel,' Rickie explained.

`I am Michel,' a man with hair dark as a raven's feather spoke, stepping
from the shadows beside the throne. `Demetrious is my brother's son and the
next king of the Lamia,' he confided.

"Forgive my uncle," Demetrious asked, bowing to Michel as he vacated the
throne.

`Yes your majesty, but your brother needs your help. Abaddon is holding him
and his mate, Chrysanthos, prisoner,' he said and immediately, Demetrious
rose from the throne beside his uncle's.

`You speak the name of my father, who I have assumed dead,' he said, moving
as fast as lightning to stand before a kneeling Rickie. `Rise and walk with
me,' he commanded and Rickie stood, follow a few feet behind the future
king.

`How may I serve ma'lord,' he asked when Demetrious stopped just outside
the throne room and turned to Rickie.

`Where are my fathers,' he demanded of Rickie.

`They are being held in Abaddon's lair, ma'lord, on the island of Crete,'
he said, daring to look into his eyes.

As their eyes met, an electrical charge surged through him, as if he had
been struck by a million bolts of lightning. Their eyes held for several
moments before Michel joined them, breaking the connection and leaving an
emptiness in its wake.

`What proof do you bring that what you say is true, concerning my brother,
other than your word?' Michel asked.

`Alex, what proof do I give them,' he asked of his lord and master,
Alexandros, and with a weakened voice, he related to Rickie what to tell
them.

`Speak or face the executioner's axe,' Michel demanded.

`You are the youngest of three brothers, with Alexandros and Abaddon being
identical twins,' he told the king.

`That is common knowledge to anyone over fifteen hundred years of age,' he
said motioning to the guard to come forward.

`Is the strawberry birthmark that you bear on your left hind cheek, is that
common knowledge also, your majesty,' he dared to say, bowing in submission
and noticing the gentle smile on Demetrious' face.

`Guard, place him in the containment room until Demetrious and I confer on
what has been said here,' he commanded and guards hurriedly seized Rickie's
arm, and lead him away.

`Surely the lad doesn't lie to us, for even I did not know of your
birthmark, which is known to no one but your brothers and you, my uncle,'
Demetrious argued for Rickie's sake.

`We cannot be so quick to take the word of a stranger,
Demetrious. Especially when the vampires seek to overthrow the House of
Michelakakis,' he warned. `Soon you are to be king of the Lamia, and with
that title comes great power as well as an even greater responsibility. You
must learn to us discernment,' he added.

`Yes uncle, but...'

`I am still king, Demetrious, and my word is law until the day that I
abdicate the throne to you. Now come, let us go and consult the Great
Oracle on the matter,' he commanded and both of them vanished.

`I only hope that we are not too late to save them, should his word prove
to be true,' he whispered to himself.

***

Alexandros could feel his strength ebbing, the ash wood chains seem to sap
the very life from him, leaving him without the will to go on. His heart,
how it ached and broke, seeing his mate tied on the stone altar and at the
mercy of his brother.

`Abaddon, I beseech you, as your brother, please, let Chrysanthos go,' he
pleaded; he begged and would give his life for Chrysanthos. `I shall serve
you for all of eternity if you will let him go,' he collapsed, his strength
finally gone.

`Where is your greatness, your strength now, my brother, no I shall never
let him go? As for you serving me, I have no need or desire for such
service from you, but will be merciful when I end your life,' he said,
leaning close to his failing brother.

With the last ounce of strength that he possessed, Alexandros rose, wrapped
the length of chain around his brother's neck and pulled. Abaddon quickly,
but regretfully, realized his mistake of assuming that Alexandros was
devastatingly weak.

`Guards...seized him and free me,' he screamed within the minds of his
minions, and within seconds, a horde of demonic vampires filled the room.

Quickly a weakened Alexandros was subdued and Abaddon released from his
grasp. Abaddon stood trembling over his brother, rubbing his neck where the
chains had gripped him so tightly.

`Know this brother dear, I shall not make the same mistake again and under
estimate your strength,' he scolded into Alexandros' mind.

He moved away from his brother and with a wave of his hand, his clothes
disappeared as he hovered just above a struggling Chris. He nodded, Chris'
legs spread apart wide and Abaddon lowered his body down and upon the bound
Chris.

`It will go easier for you if you do not fight what is inevitable. Just
think of me as my brother, for we do look so much alike,' he suggested to
Chris.

`You may look very much alike, but that is where the similarity ends. You
are all that is evil whereas Alexandros is all that is good and wholesome
in the world,' he replied, causing Abaddon's anger to rise.

`Have it your way,' he sneered as he thrust his cock deep into Chris.

Chris cried out in pain as Abaddon raped him. He turned his head and sought
out and found Alexandros' eyes. They locked together, seeking comfort from
each other as his body was ravaged by Abaddon.

`Forgive me Chrysanthos, forgive me for not defending you,' Alexandros
spoke, his voice weak and his words filled with the pain that he felt.

`It is not your fault; you did all that you could to not only defend me,
but also all of mankind. I may end up another of his mindless minions, but
he will never know the love that you and I have.'

`Enough talking with him, I am your master now,' Abaddon yelled, severing
the mind link between Alexandros and Chris.

He sat up, thrusting deeper and with great violence into Chris. Chris
refused to show Abaddon the pain that he was feeling. He simply looked him
in the eye and smirked, knowing how angry it would make him. Angry men make
foolish mistakes, he thought.

Abaddon pulled from Chris, his anger great as he waved a hand and
redressed. He moved with the speed of light, grabbing a sword from a guard
and coming to rest as a kneeling Alexandros.

`Noooooo,' Chris screamed out and Abaddon turned to look at him. `I will
give you all that you desire, only don't kill him,' he asked.

`You will give to me that same love that you gave to my brother,' he asked
and Chris nodded.

`No, Chrysanthos don't do this for me; for I do not want to live knowing
that you and he are doing what was meant for us. Please my love I beseech
you, let me die knowing that it was only me that you would ever love,' he
begged.

`How touching brother, sacrificing yourself for a human. I have had enough
of you and your superiority to last me a lifetime and beyond,' Abaddon
cursed, raising his sword high in the air.

`Stop, for I am Michel, your king and sovereign Lord, obey me,' Michel
called out as he and his army flooded the room.

Abaddon turned suddenly and gasped, his minions immediately dropped to
their knees in submission to the only one, other than Abaddon, to be able
to control them. They bowed their heads and just as quickly as they
kneeled, their heads were severed.

`Hello brothers,' Michel said to Alexandros and Abaddon, standing over them
and smiling warmly down a Alexandros. `Layland, see that Abaddon is bound
heavily and taken back to the palace dungeons,' he commanded of his army's
captain, and the man bowed to him before shackling Abaddon.

Several guards unshackled Alexandros and when he went to stand, he stumbled
and began to fall. Michel rushed forward and caught his brother, helping
him stand.

`I take that the man bound and unconscious on the altar is Chrysanthos,
father to Demetrious,' he asked and Alexandros looked up into his brother's
dark eyes and nodded.

`For a human, Chrysanthos is every bit as courageous and honest as any of
the House of Michelakakis,' Alexandros whispered, slowly but surely
regaining his strength.

Michel led him to the altar and summoned his soldiers to leave them. As
one, the army vanished, leaving Alexandros and Michel alone with
Chrysanthos. Alexandros undid the ropes that bound Chris and lowered his
face close to his.

`Chrysanthos awake, it is I, your husband commanding you,' he whispered to
his lover's mind.

`Alexandros, tell me you are safe, for I could not and would not want to
live without you,' Chris said in return, refusing to open his eyes.

`Open your eyes, my love and see for yourself,' he whispered, his lips
brushing the tenderest of kisses to his.

Slowly, Chris' eyes fluttered open, and when he saw the handsomeness of
Alexandros staring down at him, a soft, warm smile came to his lips. His
eyes moved to the handsome man that was standing beside Alexandros, and
instantly he rose in defense of Alexandros.

"Come another step closer and I'll kill you with my bare hands," he shouted
aloud, and both Alexandros and Michel began laughing.

"This is my youngest brother, Michel, king of our people," Alexandros said,
pulling Chris into his arms, only after he covered his nakedness with a
wave of his hand.

"Forgive me your majesty, I did not know," Chris said and dropped to a knee
before the king.

"Rise brother-in-law and let me welcome you back amongst the living," he
said, offering a hand down to Chris, who took it and rose.

They hugged and kissed each other's cheek before Michel turned him back to
Alexandros, who welcomed Chris back into his arms.

`I shall meet you back at the palace, where a feast shall welcome you both
back home,' he said, speaking to their minds and then disappearing.

"Rickie is he alright," a worried Chris asked.

"He is very well and keeping Demetrious, amused." Michel assured them both.

Chris looked up at Alexandros and softly brushed aside his hair from his
brow. For a moment, no words were spoken, but a volume was said between
their eyes. Alexandros lowered his mouth to Chris' and kissed him, his
tongue delving deep into the moist recesses of his mouth.

`Brother, we are delaying our return for a day and night,' Alexandros spoke
directly to his brother and Michel acknowledged him.

`I had a feeling that you would, we shall be waiting for you on the morrow'
evening,' he replied.

`Come, let us return to where it all began for us,' Alexandros said his
voice thick with emotion as he vaporized them and left the cave.

As they burst free of the rocks, Alexandros took to his form of the eagle
with Chris a soft brown rabbit in the clutches of his talons. The sky was
awash with pinks and magentas as the sun's last rays cast their fading
light over the water.

Soaring high in sky, Chris felt secure in Alexandros' hold as they dove
downward, seeking out the sands of the beach below them. Even before their
feet touched the sand, they were as themselves again, and walking hand in
hand toward that special place... their cave.

Chris stopped, he pulled back on Alexandros, and a new fear had
parallelized him.

`No, this is where it all ended for me, Alexandros,' Chris shared,
remembering that night so long ago when Abaddon took his blood and beheaded
him.

`Fear not, for I am with you, my love. Abaddon will no longer torture and
harm us. I know that all our grief and troubles began here, but so did our
love. It was here that we confessed our love for each other and spoke the
vows that joined our souls for all of eternity.'

`I do remember, Alexandros,' he replied and allowed Alexandros to lead him
into their cave.

Inside a fire was burning, a real fire, and the bed that it all began on
was there. Chrysanthos closed his eyes, his senses took in the smells and
the sounds as his mind remembered.

Everything became very familiar, even his love for Alexandros, as he turned
and stepped into those strong muscular arms that surrounded him. He felt
their security, their embrace, and most of all, he felt their love as their
lips met and he was lowered to the bed.

`One moment,' Alexandros got up and began moving his hands in a variety of
patterns in the air and sparks flew from his fingertips as he wove what
appeared to be a web across the opening to the cave. `I should have done
this the first time that we met, and then we would not have had to endure
this separation.'

Satisfied that they were secure and safe within their cave, Alexandros
stood stoically staring over at Chris.

`Come to me, my pet,' he whispered suggestively to Chris, and Chris shook
his head no. `I command you to come to me, now,' again Chris shook his
head.

`Your commanding days are over, mister, you come here to me,' Chris
demanded, and gave him a demure smile, for he was determined to hold his
ground.

`You dare to challenge my authority,' he asked smiling, taking another step
closer to the bed.

`You are not the king, your brother is,' he reminded him.

`This is true, but I have it under sound authority, that I will find favor
with the new king,' he mused and moving his hands in the air toward Chris.

`And I have it under even greater authority that he will listen to me
before he does you, now come to me,' he insisted but Alexandros shook his
head and smiled.

Chris found himself floating through the air toward Alexandros and no
matter how he tried; he could not prevent himself from moving.

`I'll scream,' he threatened and Alexandros chuckled.

`There is no one to hear you, so scream,' he laughed, knowing that he could
not hold out much longer with his game, closing the distance between them
and taking Chris into his arms.

`Let me go, Alex ... I swear that someone will hear my cries for help and
come to my rescue,' he demanded. `Rickie, he'll hear me and come to my
rescue.'

`You forget that I control the boy, now kiss me, my beautiful husband,' he
commanded and their lips met in a blissful kiss.

Chris did not call Rickie, but let out the softest moan when Alexandros'
mouth took his by storm. He did not pause, but consumed Chris' mouth,
dominating him as his tongue plunged deep and quickly subdued Chris' cries.

`You don't fight fare,' Chris groaned with their mouths locked in a heated
kiss.

`You would not surrender to me,' he countered.

`I was not aware that we were at war, your highness,' he replied, his hand
splayed across the naked expanse of Alexandros' chest, his fingers teasing
his nipples.

`Never shall we be at war, my husband, never,' he whispered, bent and
scooped Chris up from his feet and carried him to the bed, kissing him
before he gently laid him down. `I lost you once because of my neglect, but
not again,' he said, lowering his mouth down to Chris' neck.

`No, not yet my love,' Chris asked, Alexandros knew what Chris wanted, and
lifted his head, looked at him lovingly, as he eased his sex into Chris'
love canal.

Chris let out a gasp, arched his back and closed his eyes, pure rapture was
enveloping him as his arms wrapped around Alexandros' neck and pulled him
into a kiss.

Alexandros' thrusts were demanding, and then slow and gentle, as he eased
them into a rhythmic motion. Chris lifted his legs and wrapped them around
Alexandros' waist, using them to pull him in deeper.

Outside, they could hear the rhythmic movements of the waves as they kissed
the sandy beach, while inside, our two lovers were in paradise.

Alexandros lifted up, his eyes that once were black, now sparkled with gold
flecks and then turned red. He smiled and Chris gasped, he saw the fangs,
long and sharp and he knew that it was time.

`Take me, my husband and let us be one,' he surrendered to Alexandros'
love.

Alexandros quickened his rhythm, his cock surged ever deeper, faster, and
together he brought them to the precipice of their climax and pushed them
over into the abyss of ecstasy.

Chris cried out as his seed shot out violently between their sweat
glistening bodies. Alexandros felt the volcanic eruption building deep
within him, and when his seed erupted, he sank his teeth deep into Chris'
vain.

Chris' eyes sprang open from the sudden sting and then he surrendered the
bliss that coursed through, as Alexandros drank. Chris' fingers were fisted
in his lover's hair, holding him to his neck, and feeling the warmth as it
slowly turned to cold.

His body began trembling, then it began to violently shake as the light,
turned to dusk and then to black.

`I'll see you on the other side,' Chris whispered just before he took his
last breath.

Gently, Alexandros closed the wound and lay him back onto the bed. Chris
looked so peaceful as he lay there, as if asleep. Alexandros brushed aside
some errant locks of golden hair from Chris' forehead, before he wrapped
his arms around him, holding him tightly to him.

"Sleep my beautiful one, I shall be here when you awaken,: he whispered
against his lips, kissed him lightly, and let himself drift off to sleep.

***

The moon's light gave the water a silver glow, and the stars seemed to be
shining even brighter than normal, as Rickie walked along the beach beside
the castle. He bent, picked up a tiny shell and tossed it out into the
water and contemplated going for a swim.

"It'll badly burn you, you know," someone warned, he turned around quickly
and found Demetrious standing there.

"What will burn?" he asked, overwhelmed by the handsomeness of the soon to
be, king.

"The salt water, it's very deadly for us and will severely burn our skin
should it get on us," he explained. "I'm surprised my father did not
explain that to you."

"He might have explained it to me, but then I was very overwhelmed with
just being a vampire, to really comprehend all that he told me."

"Lamia," Demetrious said as he came closer to Rickie.

"Lamia?" he questioned.

"You called yourself a vampire, but you are truly a Lamia, Richard," he
corrected and Rickie flinched at the sound of his proper name and
laughed. "What so amusing, Richard?"

"No one ever calls me Richard, unless they are really pissed off at me," he
explained. "Some how though, it sounds totally different when you say
it. It's as if it's a song to my ears, kinda weird huh," he asked, kicking
at the sand with his toes.

"It's a beautiful name, its strong, courageous and very masculine," he
whispered, his voice hypnotic to Rickie's ears. "It derives from the
German, French, and English "ric" which means ruler, leader, king and
"hard", strong, brave, court, therefore it means "powerful leader" as well
as "King's Court".

"Really, my name means all that?"

"Yes, and tonight you lived up to each and every part of your name, taking
charge in the face of danger and pushing through."

"I love them; they are the only family I have, even though I am not blood
related to them."

"Yes you are, to my father Alexandros you are blood related, after all, was
is not him that first fed you upon rising?"

"Yeah, but I mean..."

"I know what you mean, handsome, I was just teasing you," he said, resting
his hand on Rickie's shoulder.

"Handsome," he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. "You called me
handsome; do you really think that I'm handsome?"

"Yes, why is that such a surprise to you?"

"I never saw myself as good looking, never mind handsome. You are the one
that is handsome, ma'lord, I would even go as far as to say that you are,
wicked gorgeous," he said, lowering his eyes in a flirtatious manner.

"Please, call me Demetrious, and are you flirting with me, Richard?"

"Demetrious, would it offend you if I were?" he asked, taking Demetrious'
hand in his and smiling warmly at him.

"No, but..." he began but Rickie cut him off when he boldly kissed him.

The kiss was tender, spontaneous, and Rickie held him so tightly to him,
that a guard came running, ready to rescue his future king.

`I'm fine David, go back to your post,' he commanded the guard, mentally.

"I'm sorry Demetrious," Rickie said, releasing his hold and turning away
from him.

"Don't be, because you only did what I lacked the courage to do myself," he
told him and when Rickie turned around to face him, Demetrious lunged at,
engulfing Rickie's mouth with his own.

"Ahhh Demetrious, this could prove to be a bit awkward," Rickie said,
pulling away from him. "If I am of the same bloodline as you, wouldn't this
be considered incest," he asked.

"No, because we are of the same bloodline, but you see, I am directly of
Chrysanthos' blood, where as I am, like you, of Alexandros by conversion."

"You were once human also? That is so wicked cool, De," Rickie said and
Demetrious raised a brow when Rickie called him De.

"De, first I am ma'lord, then Demetrious, and now, I am simply De?"

"Oh fuck, sorry, I mean shit, oops sorry again man, dammit..." frustrated
as all hell, Rickie through his hands in the air and turned away in shame.

Demetrious looked at him and began laughing. "You are so cute when you get
all flustered, Richard. By the way, stud, I find it wicked cool as you say
when you call me De. Because of protocol though, let's stick to De only
when we are alone in private," he asked and together they both laughed.

"Sure thing, De," he said and again they roared with laughter.

"Come, it is time for my uncle to hold court," Demetrious said, taking
Rickie by the hand and leading him toward the castle.

***

"Acanthus, see how he carries on with that... that converted human,"
Gergeli whispered, as they stood watching the two young lovers from a
castle tower.

"This is why I am challenging Demetrious' right to be king," Acanthus
replied. "After all, as Abaddon's son, I am better qualified to be king,
then some human convert," he added, swirling around and storming toward the
throne room, followed by Gergeli.

To be continued...

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