Date: Sat, 16 Jan 1999 23:29:34 EST
From: LouisdPdL@aol.com
Subject: Angel & Demon,... A Love Story

Disclaimer
The following is an erotic story detailing the relationship (both
emotional and physical) between two consenting males. It is for
adults with open minds only. If you are underage, or are not
comfortable reading about m/m sex, or if this subject matter is
illegal in your area, please leave. If the above does not apply
to you, then enjoy....

(Authors Note) This story is pure fiction. The characters within
exist nowhere except in  my heart and mind. Any resemblance to
real persons, living or dead is nothing more than a freaky
coincidence. Comments and critiques welcomed, flames will be
laughed at then ignored.


Angel & Demon... A Love Story
by Scorpio

Chapter 3
Behind the Mirror

The quiet sound of a door opening awoke Demon. Without moving, he
opened his eyes. It was dark in the room and he had no idea where
he was or who the two young men standing in the doorway were. He
quickly glanced down at the softly snoring body pressed tightly to
him. Angels beautiful face was laying peacefully on his chest.
Suddenly, everything came back to him in a rush and the flood of
emotions that swept over him he could only describe as 'warm
fuzzies'.

Demon glanced back up at the two Delta Kappas standing in the
doorway. He now recognized them from earlier that evening at the
tattoo pallor. They were both still fully clothed as if they had
just come home.

"What the hell?!" the red-head half shouted. Angel flinched
slightly in his sleep and then pressed tighter against Demon.

"Shhhh..." Demon whispered, bringing a finger up to his lips.
"You'll wake up Angel." He looked back down at the sleeping man
in his arms and lightly brushed a stray black curl away from his
closed eyes.

"Oh sorry dude." Said the stocky blonde in a hushed voice. "We
were just making sure Angel made it home. We got separated from
him back at the city."

Demon looked back to the two Delta Kappas. The tall red-head was
obviously upset, probably over finding a strange man in bed with
his friend, but the shorter blonde guy was openly grinning.

"Yeah, I know, he told me. I found him wandering around the
projects alone, so I brought him home before he could get himself
mugged."

"You're Demon, aren't you?" asked the blonde. "From the tattoo place,
right?"

Demon nodded.

"Well, thanks for bringing Angel home safe. See you in the
morning." With that, he waved and reached in to shut the door
again. Turning to his friend, he said, "Come on Joey, let's go."

Joey mumbled something that Demon couldn't hear, but he clearly
heard the blonde laugh and say, "Don't worry dude, it won't seem
so bad in the morning," as the two walked on down the hall.

Demon lay there in the dark thinking of what had just happened.
The red-head, Joey, had seemed shocked, even hurt while standing
open mouthed and staring in the doorway. Demon wasn't sure if that
reaction to finding him in Angel's bed was because he'd
unintentionally outed Angel, or if they were in a relationship
and Angel had just been caught cheating. The fact that Angel had
been a virgin made Demon suspect it was the former, but either way,
it would cause Angel problems. Demon sighed sadly. It was a long
time until he could fall asleep again.

                     *   *   *   *   *   *

The first sensation to register in Angels slowly awakening mind
was a powerful need to pee. As the pressure in his bladder brought
him closer to conscienceness he became aware of a body lying
behind him in the 'spoons' position. He smiled widely without even
opening his eyes. Demons chest was pressed up against Angels back
tightly, skin to skin. His right arm was wrapped around Angels
waist, holding him close while his left arm was under Angels head
like a pillow.  Angel couldn't think of anywhere he would rather
be than in Demons arms. He felt safe, protected, cherished and
fulfilled. He lay there for ten full minutes luxuriating in Demons
gentle embrace until finally his bladder would not be ignored any
longer.

Not wanting to wake Demon up, Angel tried to slip quietly out of
the bed. As soon as he started to move towards the edge however,
Demon pulled Angel tightly to him and snuggled down closer,
burying his face into the back of Angels neck. Demon moaned deep
in his throat sounding like a big cat purring. Angel reluctantly
took hold of Demons hand and slowly lifted it up off his waist as
he started to move away once more. Demon let out a little whimper
and peeled open one brown eye.

"Let me up Demon." Angel whispered, "I have to go pee."

After a quick squeeze, Demon let go and Angel slipped from the
warm blankets and even warmer embrace. The morning air hit Angels
skin in a rush causing him to shiver slightly. Without even looking,
Angel reached into the chaotic mess he called a closet and grabbed
his robe. He threw it on, holding it closed in front as he stepped
to the door.

Angel got to the bathroom just as Tommy was stepping out. His hair
was slightly damp as if he had just showered. "Morning dude."
Angel called with an easy smile.

Tommy gave a startled double-take. "Um,... er,... I mean,...
ahhh,... morning." Tommy said, blushing a deep red. He couldn't
seem to meet Angels eyes as he stumbled over his own words.
"Um,... ughhh,... I gota go dude. Ahh,... see ya." With that, he
hurried down the hall, stopping once to glance over his shoulder
at Angel. Seeing Angel staring at him with a confused look on his
face, he blushed again and hurried to his room.

What's wrong with Tommy? He acted like he had never seen Angel
before. He shook his head. Angel had to take a piss way too bad to
think about it. He stepped into the steamy bathroom shutting the
door behind him. After relieving his full bladder, Angel glanced
into the mirror over the sink. His cheeks were full of short
stubble and his six-pack was coated with Demons dried cum. He
really needed a shower and a shave, but he didn't want to be away
from Demon for that long, so he settled for a quick wash from the
sink and quickly brushing his teeth. Just as he was rinsing his
mouth with a shot of Scope, the door opened and Demon peeked in.
Seeing Angel standing at the sink with his robe hanging open, he
flashed his crooked smile and stepped in.

As Demon shut the door behind him, Angel spit out the mouthwash
into the sink and turned to face his lover. "Good morning." he
breathed as Demon stepped into his arms. Demon ran a finger along
Angels neck to his shoulders and then down his bare chest.

"No fair, I don't have a toothbrush."

Without any hesitation, Angel reached over to the sink and grabbed
his. "Here, use mine."

"You'd let me use your toothbrush?"

"Sure. Everything else I own has been in your mouth. So go for it
dude." Angel grinned as he walked to the door. "Oh, by the way,
nice outfit." He looked over his shoulder at the tattooed man
wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and lewdly
eyed him up and down.

Demon laughed deep in his chest, "Pervert!" he called to Angel as
he stepped out into the hallway.

Back in his room, Angel stripped off his robe, flung it over the
back of his desk chair and climbed back into his bed. He could
feel Demons body heat lingering on the sheets as he let his mind
drift back to the marvelous feeling of waking up in those strong,
tattooed arms. He remembered the sensation of hot skin against hot
skin, Demons soft breath on his neck, the pleasure of total
relaxation, but what stood out most was the sense of togetherness.
Of not being alone.

			   *   *   *   *   *   *

Angel was lying naked in bed with a sincere smile on his face and
a dreamy faraway look in his eye when Demon returned to the
bedroom. His cock twitched and his heart melted. Angels black
curly hair was lying unruly against his forehead. The slight
darkening along his jawline didn't make him seem any older, it
only served to accentuate the innocence in his green eyes. The
smooth creamy skin and muscular arms and chest once again made
Demon think of the Greek statues he had seen on TV. He wondered if
the Greeks nad a God of Love.

"Eros." Angel whispered.

"What?"

"You asked if there was a God of Love." Angel said softly.  "Eros.
He's the son of Venus, Goddess of Beauty and Desire."

Demon blushed. He hadn't realized he'd spoken out loud. Feeling a
little silly, he walked over to the beautiful young man in the bed.

"Venus and Eros are actually Roman deities, but I guess that's
close enough, huh?" Angel said with a shy smile.

As Demon looked down into Angels face, he could feel his cock
start to lengthen. He found Angel so seductive and desirable.
Mainly because Angel didn't try to act sexy. He was shy and
innocent and his passion was real. His grace was natural, not
studied, and he was open in a way that shook Demon to his core.
He'd never met anyone like Angel in his whole life, and if someone
had asked him before yesterday, he would have swore to the powers
that be, that no one like him even existed.

With a gentle smile, Angel shifted over slightly and lifted the
covers up so Demon could slide in. His cock sprang to full hardness
at the sight of Angels body being revealed to him once again. Not
being able to resist the invitation, Demon dropped the towel and
stretched out alongside Angel. Pressing his body close, Demon bent
 his head down and kissed Angel. Electric sparks, both sexual and
sensual raced up and down Demons spine. Angels lips were soft and
gentle and they devoured Demons with a tenderness that left him
breathless. Demon looked into Angels gentle green eyes and saw
things he barely recognized and didn't understand at all. He
suddenly felt as if he had the most fragile and delicate substance
in the universe cradled in his arms. Demon made a decision.

While Demon was not one to kiss and tell, he had had sex with
plenty of men. He was on a first name basis with several hustlers
that worked the projects where he lived and he had many lovers
that frequented the leather bars that he usually cruised. He had
earned a reputation as a creative and sublimely cruel top with a
cold heart and hot desires. But it was a whole different world
with Angel in his arms. He was going to do something he hadn't
done in years, something he didn't think he'd ever be able to do
again. Demon wasn't going to have sex with Angel, he was going to
make love to him.

Demon softly kissed Angels lips, jaw, cheeks, and even his eyes as
he explored Angels chest with nothing more than his gentle
fingertips. Angel responded to his touch with a long leisurely
stretch and a quiet little purring moan. Angels face was open
and every thought and emotion flashed across his masculine features.
Looking into Angels revealed soul, Demon felt a small stab of fear
and knew he was lost. Something cold and hard dissolved within
Demon, briefly banishing his personal darkness and he began to
worship Angel in the only way he knew how. With his body.

Demon licked, kissed and caressed his way down Angels chest, and
then down his tight abs. He kissed the tip of Angels swollen cock
before slowly sinking it into his hot wet mouth. Angel moaned and
ran his fingers through Demons short cropped hair. He made love to
Angels cock with his lips and tongue. He brought into play all of
his skill and all of his passion. Soon, Angel was writhing with
pleasure and whispering Demons name over and over.

Not wanting this to end so soon, Demon pulled off of Angel,
placing one last kiss on the tip of his cockhead. Moving slowly
so as not to break the moment, he leaned up to kiss Angels mouth
once again. Their tongues exploring each other, Demon positioned
himself over Angel and between his long muscular legs. Angel
brought his hands up and rubbed Demons back softly.

Sitting up on his knees between Angels outstretched legs, he drank
in the erotic sight of the naked young man laying before him,
burning with desire. His need for Angel reached a fever pitch.
Demon lowered himself down, spreading Angels legs and kissed his
inner thigh down low by his groin.

"Ohhhhh...." Angel sighed as he shivered with pleasure.

Demon licked a path from Angels thigh down to the succulent firm
globes of his ass. With his hands, Demon gently squeezed and rubbed
Angels cheeks before spreading them apart to reveal his puckered
lovehole. Pausing only a second to whisper a quick "Thank you Eros"
to the Roman God of Love, Demon leaned forward and gently kissed
Angel on the tight ring of muscles that guarded the gateway to
paradise.

"Mmmmm... Oh Demon, my Demon." Angel breathed, grinding his ass
into Demons face.

Demon felt a drop of pre-cum escape from the piss-slit of his
throbbing cock. He licked and sucked at Angel, quickly loosening
him. Soon he was able to probe Angels depths with his hungry
tongue. Slicking him up with plenty of spit, Demon made love to
Angel with his mouth, as the young beauty moaned and whimpered
with indescribable pleasure. Wanting Angel to be ready for what
was to come, Demon slicked up a finger in his mouth, then slowly
inserted it into Angel. He heard his lover gasp.

"Ohhhh, yessss..."

Probing and searching, Demon quickly found Angels prostate and
rubbed it. A shudder of desire raced through Angels body and he
pushed back on Demons finger. Gently working in and out a few
times, Demon then added another finger. Angel began to  rock his
hips in time to Demons fingers. He quickly put in a third and
began to gently spread them to further loosen the muscles.

"Oh-ma-gawd!" Angel gasped. "Oh Demon. Ohhh."

Demon knew Angel was ready. He removed his fingers and raised up
on his knees. He spit in his hand and then lubed up his hard as
steel cock. Demon took careful aim at Angels lovehole then stopped
and looked into his lovers face questionly.

In a voice husky with desire, Angel whispered a single word,
"Please."

As slowly and as gently as he could, Demon began to enter Angels
virgin hole. "Push back against me Angel." He said softly. "Yeah.
That's it baby. Open up for me."

Demon reached down and pulled Angels legs up so his ankles were on
Demons shoulders. He could feel the muscles in Angels ass relax
around his cockhead and he slid in another two inches. Angel took
a couple of deep breaths, then opened up even more. Demon slid
home. Exquisite pleasure rushed in a wave from his tightly gripped
cock outward through his whole body. The muscles of Angels ass
clutched at his dick and for a moment Demon thought they were both
going to cum. Holding perfectly still for a few minutes, Demon
backed away from the point of no return. In control of himself
once more, Demon slid Angels legs down to his waist and leaned
forward and over the beautiful black haired young man. Supporting
himself with his arms planted firmly on either side of Angels
chest, he leaned down and kissed those delicious lips. Angel
kissed him back with a passion that stole his breath and burned
his soul.

Demon slid his forearms up under Angels shoulders and began to
slowly pull back his cock. Angel moaned into his mouth. Demon
began to longdick his lover gently, caressing Angels prostate with
the whole length of his cock on each pass. Angel brought his hands
up, one running through Demons hair, pulling him into another kiss.
The other traced a path along Demons spine as he began to thrust
his hips up to meet Demons strokes. The rhythm they built was slow,
tender and eclectic. Two quick short thrusts, followed by a slow
long stroke, then a deep circular grind. They moved together, as
one, in a dance as old as time.

"Oh Baby, Oh Angel." Demon breathed into Angels ear.

Angels sweet ass clutched at Demons cock with every thrust, the
muscles sucking on it gloriously. Demon made love to Angel with
every muscle in his body. Their sweat slicked skin sliding
effortlessly against each other. Angel wrapped his legs tightly
around Demons hips and both his hands traveled to grasp the small
of Demons back. Pushing and pulling at Demon, guiding him in and
out, Angel threw back his head and moaned with feverish passion.

"Deeeemonnnn..." he whispered as he squeezed his eyes tight.

Suddenly, Angels cock began to pulse and he shot blast after blast
of hot creamy cum between their bodies. The intensity of his
orgasim stole his breath. The muscles of his ass clamped down hard
on Demons cock, relaxed, then clamped down hard again with each
jet of cum from his cock. Demons mind went numb as the sensation
of Angels orgasiming ass on his cock sent him over the edge. His
balls pulled up tight and released his creamy load deep into Angel
with an intensity he'd never felt before.

"Ahhhhh!" he almost shouted.

Demon could feel his cock jerk and pulse as he shot again and
again inside of Angel. His whole body tensed up until he stopped
cumming. Suddenly, all tension drained from him and Demon collapsed
on top of Angel, shaking and breathing heavily. He felt Angel
tighten his legs around his hips and wrap his arms around his
chest to hold him tight. Both men laid in each others arms,
feeling the other shiver with pleasure as they slowly came down
from their shared orgasim. After a few minutes, Demon raised his
face from Angels neck and Angel covered his face with tender kisses.
Finally Angel pulled back from the kiss to look Demon in the eyes.

"If I could live in your arms, I'd be happy for the rest of my
life." Angel whispered, his face an open book.

Demon buried his face into Angels neck, kissing it tenderly as a
single tear rolled down his face.

"Baby...." Demon whispered into Angels ear.

"Hold me." Angel breathed, almost to soft to hear.

Demon held him tighter, marveling at the exquisite perfection of
the trembling young man beneath him.

                    *   *   *   *   *   *

An hour and a half later, both men now being showered and shaved
found Demon dropping Angel off in front of McNearnin Hall for one
of his classes. He watched the college studs sexy body jog up the
steps and walk through the doors before he put his Harley Davidson
in gear and sped back to the inner slums of the city he called home.

As Demon rode home, his thoughts churned within his mind, stumbling
over themselves. His emotions burned and throbbed, pulling him
apart. Guilt, anger, and fear battled with joy, love and desire.
When he reached the open highway, he sped through the gears and
flew down the road as if trying to out race his own mind.

Demon was a smart man and had a firm grip on the harsher realities
of life. The lessons he'd learned from experience were all taught
on the 'Pain Scale'. The more important the lesson, the more it
hurt. The more it hurt, the faster you learned. Demon figured he
had earned the street version of a P.H.D. He had survived his
'education', but just barely. To drag Angel into his life, with
all the pain, hatred, and violence would be unforgivable, yet
the thought of never seeing him again made all the world become
as ashes before Demons eyes.

Demon cursed himself for what he perceived as sheer stupidity. How
could he have allowed himself to feel so deeply for Angel? How
could he have allowed his heart to open up once more? How could he
have allowed himself to seduce Angel? Angel! With a crystal clarity
and a painful honesty riding on a wave of guilt, Demon saw himself
in the 'grand scheme of things'. He might be a big player in the
poverty ridden slums ruled by the bikers who called themselves
'The Guild', but Angel was destined to be so much more. Demon knew
that in his heart. That knowledge brought the realization that he
wasn't good enough for Angel. Angel deserved better than an
emotionally burned-out biker with no real future.

With his battered heart breaking, Demon realized that he loved
the young man that was so perfectly named. He loved him more that
anything else in the world. He loved him enough to lose him. With
a cry of rage and pain ripping from his throat and tears streaming
down his wind lashed cheeks, Demon vowed never to go see Angel
again. For Angels own good.

                  *   *   *   *   *   *

Angel spent his entire class in a sort of daze. He kept loosing
his consentration on the lecture and would slip into a daydream in
which Demon was the star. He pictured those dark, haunted eyes in
his mind as he replayed the events of earlier that morning. He
remembered the sounds, the smells, the touches and the emotions.
When Angel realized he was sitting in the lecture hall with an
erection tenting his jeans, he painstakingly forced his mind from
roaming and back to the less than exciting lecture.

Finally, the class ended and everyone poured out of the room into
the crowed hallway. Not paying close attention to where he was
going, Angel bumped into a short blonde girl with an armload of
books. The look she flashed him was very odd. A mixture of
confusion, startlement and just a touch of fear. It reminded him
of something familiar, yet different. He walked away trying to
track down the memory her expression had stirred in him. And then
it hit Angel,.... Hard. Tommy!

Stunned, Angel came to a complete stop in the middle of the crowed
hallway, like an island in the middle of a stream of people that
parted around him. Every detail of his encounter with Tommy in the
hallway outside the bathroom at Delta Kappa house this morning
replayed before his eyes. The startled expression of his face, the
stammering speech, the blushes, the way Tommy wouldn't look him in
the face. Tommy knew what he and Demon had done! Angel started
shaking violently as he felt his world fall apart. A feeling of
claustrophobia crept over him, choking him, bringing on a rush of
panic. He felt eyes staring at him and the speaking people around
him made no sense at all. The talk floated past as words and
phrases without coherence. Angel did the only thing he could think
to do. He ran out of the building and across campus.

Angel was halfway to Delta Kappa house when he realized where he
was heading in his blind panic. He forced himself to stop, take
some deep breaths, and get a hold of himself. Angel had never
experienced a panic attack before and he was sure he didn't like
it. Looking around, he saw an empty park bench under a shady tree
besides Van Dorn Hall. Angel walked over and sat down. He needed
to think.

Angel had never told anyone he was gay. He had come close to
telling his best friend and brother Delta Kappa, Joey, on two
separate occasions, but had chickened out. Now he guessed the
whole frat knew. Angel groaned. Last night, he had drunkenly
decided that if anyone commented about Demon spending the night
in his room, he would just say they had passed out cold from too
much beer. No big deal. That kind of thing happened all the time.
But now?

Angel figured that the brothers had heard them and guessed what
was really happening in the cramped bedroom. He groaned again.
Angel had been careful to stay in the closet ever since Junior
High when Dave Rawlins was beaten up for being gay. He'd come away
with a broken arm and a body full of bruises. Angel didn't think
that the other Delta Kappas would become violent like that, but he
did fear they would be hurt, angry and reject him outright. He
would become an outcast. Scorned.

As Angels mind raced he found himself staring at a question he had
asked himself only yesterday before going out to the city. His own
words echoed in his ears.

"If I find the man of my dreams, what would I do? Go after him and
give up my life,.... Or give up him and live in misery?" The frat,...
or Demon? It wasn't fair. Why couldn't he have both?  He could
lie, say that he was drunk or that Demon drugged him and he didn't
have any choice,... or he could tell the truth and risk having his
friends hate him for being a fag.

But what was the truth anyway? So much had happened so fast that
it made Angels head spin. Angel took a deep breath and tried to
sort everything out. Truth; Angle was gay. It wasn't the alcohol.
It isn't a phase. It just is,... and always was the truth. Truth;
Angel felt a powerful physical attraction to Demon. He stoked the
fires of passion in Angel as no man ever did before. Truth; Angel
was intrigued by the lifestyle Demon led. He had been overprotected
and sheltered his whole life and Angel was fascinated with the
dangerous vibes that surrounded Demon like a dark cloak. Truth;
Angel was touched to the quick by the deep hurt and sadness he saw
in Demons eyes. He could feel a loneliness in Demon that echoed his
own. Truth; Demon made Angel feel things both physically and
emotionally that Angel never even imagined he could feel. Truth;
Angel had fallen in love.

Angel sighed deeply as he made his decision. He assumed (and
correctly too) that Demon had been betrayed before, but Angel
vowed that he never would. He loved Demon, and to deny that would
be the worst betrayal of all. He wouldn't say anything to the
brothers, but if they confronted him, he'd tell the truth and hope
they understood. It would be hard, but the way Angel saw things,
it was the only real choice.

Trembling slightly with fear of what was to come, Angel stood up
and started to walk home once more.