Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2004 22:50:25 EDT
From: LimitlessFury02@aol.com
Subject: Kiss of the Fallen: A Tale of Supernatural Gay Erotica Part One

			    KISS OF THE FALLEN
		    A Tale of Supernatural Gay Erotica
				    by
				 A.R Booth

				~PART ONE~

The torrential blast of the fast-paced music was deafening.  The bright
strobe lights placed strategically around the dance floor were blinding.
The odors of sweat and sexual tension were intoxicating.  The entire floor
was crowded with every facet of gay life you could possibly imagine.
Different "scenes" mixing with one another until the sea of sweat-covered,
lust-filled men simply blended together in a symphony of simulated sex.
You hardly noticed the straps of the Leather-Daddies or the flashy sparkle
of the resident circuit boys.  Looking out among the mass of toned
shirtless sweaty men, you couldn't help but grow hard at the thought of
taking any one of these gorgeous cover-model could be's.

I however, had a different taste this night.  The musty smell of
sweat-dripping party boys long since ceased to awaken my desire.  The
painfully pleasurable crack of a Daddy's whip, or strong smack of a Dom's
bare hand against my ass had been playfully overdone throughout my long
years.  None of these "circuit" types would do this night.

Taking my leave of the crowded dance floor I pushed my way passed lustful
gropes and needfully erotic whispers.  I sauntered around to another of my
favorite haunts--the men's restroom.  It was a good place for a quick job.
Opening the door quietly I peeked in.  Only one stall had an open door and
two couples were unabashedly engaging in oral sex right there in the
open. The first couple was in a corner furthest from the entrance-barely
hidden by the last and ironically empty stall.  A muscle-stud leaned his
head back in orgasmic pleasure; his ripped, hairless abdomen heaving in and
out from strained breathing.  His pulse was racing.  Shiny beads of sweat
trickled down every perfectly developed muscle.  A scrawny blonde twink
knelt in front of him eagerly lapping up the other's erect cock with his
full lips--tonguing it...stroking it...loving it.  Taking notice of my
perusal, the muscle-stud beckoned me to join them apparently taking a
liking to what he saw.

Glancing at myself in one of the mirrors above the sinks directly in front
of me I almost got a hard-on at my reflection.  I am somewhat an egotist.
I have taken care of my body and very happy with the way it looks.  The
white silk shirt--unbuttoned to the navel--caresses my lean and toned
torso.  A thin patch of black hair sweeps over my defined pectorals.  My
shoulder-length ebony hair is pulled back...a striking opposition to the
fair cream color of my skin.  My eyes have always been the favorite part of
my body.  A pair of bright emerald irises peer back at me in the mirror,
glinting in the dim light of the public commode.  My vision travels
downwards in the mirror, showcasing the proud basket encased in black
leather pants that fit tightly as to show my bubble-ass.  It was not
unusual to find the recognizable lump of manhood resting itself on my thigh
(although half-hard at the moment).  It was still impressive, and
stunningly erotic trapped in it's leather binding.  Taking a final glance
at the overall impression I was happy with what I saw, and knew that for
most it would be impossible to resist my charms.

I looked around the small room again, and the muscle-stud was still
beckoning me over.  I leer at him letting a portion of my gaze penetrate
his stare.  I simply smile and take my leave of the disgusting display.  I
felt his disappointment as I felt the disappointment of so many others when
I left the dance floor.  Had I cared I might have went back and let him
worship me a little--as I knew he wanted to.

However, one doesn't live as long as I have catering to the needs and wants
of others.  You see, I am one of the Cursed. The Fallen.  As beautiful as I
am on the outside I know I am equally as ugly on the inside.  At one time
so long ago...I was one of the Chosen, made in beauty by magnificence
Himself.  I was one of the angels to see the dawn of mankind itself rise.
I was there at the Garden of Eden when the seductress Lilith--Adam's first
wife made from the dust as he was -- refused to submit to him.  I like so
many others of my kind fell under Lilith's betraying spell.  When she was
cast out to the depths of Hell we blindly followed her...damning ourselves
for all eternity.  At the loss of our immortal souls--and the betrayal of
Lilith to many other demonic lovers--our own souls became embittered, and a
lust arose out of the ashes of our former magnificence.  A lust for blood.
A lust for sex.  And above all, a lust for the thing that Lilith
refused...mankind.

My entire existence in recorded and unrecorded history has been spent
looking and searching, wanting that one soul, that immortal purity and
innocence found only within the hearts of mortals ... and destroy it.
Watch it writhe and become tainted under my touch, my lust ... my Kiss of
the Fallen.

Vampires have been slightly misrepresented throughout the years.  My kind
do not feed on blood.  It is not the blood that helps us survive.  More it
is the essence--or the energy from the source.  The energies that flow
through a mortal's veins are derived from their purest soul, their most
Holy existence.  It is abhorrently ironic, that the sustenance of which we
thrive, the evil that keeps us going, is fueled by the purest of Holiness.
The soul-energy of a mortal.  Human blood is simply the most powerful
outlet for this most supreme source of energy.

There are other ways a vampire can survive.  One of the most common (and
subsequently in my opinion the most pleasurable) is through the energies
given off in the act of sex.  During lovemaking a mortal's aura gives off a
most splendidly potent wave of spiritual energy.  This energy is absorbed
directly into our system, and converted supernaturally, to what our bodies
need to stay strong and virile.  The best source of energy in this manner
is through a young mortal--preferably just out of their teens and on up to
their early to mid thirties.  During this time they are at their sexual
peak, and radiate the most powerfully.

As I wandered through the dark corridors of the musty lust filled gay haven
appropriately titled "Ravenous," I became irritated with the wistful
glances of the other patrons. Their pleading eyes and stiffened cocks only
served to inflame my disgust.  I would not find the purity I so craved for
here.

Although it is true that any sexual energy would suffice to thrive upon,
the most delicious and most powerful is the blood or sex energy of a virgin
male.  His unspent cache of energies provide a very satisfactory meal
indeed.  That is what I searched for this night.  A virgin whom I could
corrupt and defile...partake of his vastly untapped sexuality.  It had been
centuries since I last supped on the virgin energies of a male.  I could
remember the last as if it were yesterday--his name lingered upon my
muffled storage of memories.  Euracles.  MMMMMMM...I remember him very well
indeed.

Stepping out into the warm spring night, I looked up at the darkened sky,
illuminated by a bright full moon. It's craters and vast expanse of hidden
trenches and valleys are unhidden to my powerful sight.  If I focused my
vision clearly enough, I could even make out the silhouette of the Flag
posted there but a mere half century ago.

As I continued to walk along the darkened street, the only sounds to pierce
the night came from the muffled club I had just exited.  The quiet of the
night and the warm evening breeze invoked feelings inside me I had not felt
since the night I had found him.  My mind wandered back what seemed almost
a millennia.  Euracles.  What a lucky find he had been.  Such a perfect
specimen of male adulthood not yet fully realized or tainted.  He was
barely into his 20s...a soldier of the Roman Empire my memory serves me
well.  I still remember the way his sandy-blonde hair was always mussed and
fell boyishly into his bright cerulean eyes.  He had the body of a mortal
god--maybe one akin to the portraits of Hermes or even Apollo.  Well
defined muscles from long hours in training shaped his boyish body and yet
his skin was like perfect silk--a tanned canvas of perfection to contrast
the rough hardness of his lean but bulky musculature.  I came upon him by
chance one evening just as the sun had started to set in^@^@ the western
horizon.

 I had left my current safehouse (a den of others like myself) in search of
a good meal to quench my undying thirst.  We were not as many in those days
as mortals had found a weakness--a way to dispose of our physical
bodies. Even now our numbers are in the low thousands worldwide.  Of
course, we do not truly die when our physical bodies cease to exist.  Our
souls--dark cesspools of evil--continue to live on.  Chained and bound in
the deepest recesses of hell itself, our damned souls endure eternal
torment in retaliation of our betrayal to The Maker. The psychic connection
between all of Lilith's children live on even in the spiritual realm.  We
can feel the torments of our brethren, now physically deceased, but
spiritually in everlasting torture.  The knowledge that their fate is
ultimately ours is also bitter-tasting and foul.  The few of us left are
careful not to let our true identities out, should we be forced into that
undesirable predicament.  I tend to not let my thoughts dwell on these
unfavorable matters.  They will progress in time.

But I digress.

I had left the current safehouse and went in search of nourishment.  I
happened upon Euracles, whom was bathing in a nearby spring.  I stood in
awe at his amazing presence.  Hidden among the shadows I leered at him as
he washed his body with the pure water and anointed it with precious oils.
It was an erotic experience--watching this boy-man touch himself
everywhere, cleaning the dirt and grime that the day's trials had
accumulated.

In those days it was not uncommon to find someone bathing in an open
spring.  It was even less uncommon to find public baths usually located in
or near the center of a town or province.  I sometimes ventured into these
public baths and took part in mutual cleansing. I always came away full and
satisfied.

This night, however, I had found my prize in the form of Euracles.  I
sauntered down to the water's edge, his strong and well defined back facing
me, the two bubble globes of his ass taunting me.  It was not uncommon to
bathe with strangers, so I slipped my tunic off and quietly waded in behind
him.  The soothing water of the spring was strangely warm and felt
wonderful against my naked body.  My cock immediately stiffened beneath the
waters surface in conjunction to being around this boys radiating sexual
aura as well as the pleasurable effect the soothing liquid had on my body.
Noticing my presence Euracles turned around and smiled
warmly...welcomingly. His smile was enough to melt even the coldest and
iciest of hearts.  His full lips perked up at the corners in a playful grin
and his cerulean eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Welcome friend, I gladly accept company...will you join me in my bath?"  I
smiled and nodded, letting my long flow of raven locks fall about my face,
and tensed my own well toned muscles, to show I appreciated his kind offer.

"Well, friend, I do not believe I have had the pleasure of meeting you," I
spoke looking at him with curiosity, "I am a traveler to these parts and
would welcome a friendly face."  He smiled and nodded.

Aided by my vampiric sight, I could see his aura jump start with electric
velocity as my supernatural pheromones began to embrace him.  His manhood
was starting to grow thick, and his sexual energies were on the
rise--almost to overwhelming levels.

 "My name is Euracles..." he said unafraid.  I caught a hint of lust in his
tone, and I smiled seductively in return.  "I am called Lucius," a slight
variation of Lucephrus, my unbidden angelic name of old.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Lucius," he smiled in unabashed
playfulness.

He knew what was going to happen and made no objections to stop it.
Suddenly (with a force even I myself didn't know I had) I lunged at him and
threw my arms around his neck allowing my tongue to separate his lips.
Surprised but undaunted, he welcomed my tongue and replied by opening his
mouth ever so slightly and wrapped his muscular arms around my back and
caressed my ass.  I pulled him closer and our bodies met.  Instantly--like
a reflex--my sensitive aura took in his, slightly draining his life-force
my spirit began feeding off of his.  I was careful not to take too much as
I wanted this delicious morsel to last.  I stopped the synchronization
before its hold was complete.  I knew the feeling it produced in him...and
I knew it well.  It left him feeling euphoric and completely lost in bliss.
Almost like a drug, when energy exchange happens so fast, it is like the
entire body stops for a split second and the flow of blood and endorphins,
hormones and adrenaline stops minutely then restarts itself in a rush to
regain it's course.  The overall effect on the mortal is agonizing and
erotic at the same time.  Unprepared for this tremendous feeling he fell
into me, holding on to me for support.  When I pulled away from our kiss he
looked up at me--the bright sparkle in his cerulean orbs only slightly
diminished.  This one had a strong will and an even stronger sexual
tension.  Instinctively I knew he was pure.  He had never been tainted...he
was a virgin in the best sense of the word.  He was truly a "golden boy."

He half smiled and half grimaced in painful pleasure as he said, "That
was...amazing!"  I grinned in response and gently tugged his face next to
mine.  "There is much more I can make you feel, dear Euracles," I whispered
huskily into his ear.

Maybe it's by some kind of guilt over forcing my lovers to submit, but I
always give them the choice--whether or not to go through with the act of
lovemaking.  Very rarely has anyone refused my offerings, but there have
been a few instances when their strength of will overpowered my own.  Maybe
their survival instinct kicked in. Maybe some hidden psychic block
prevented me from overpowering their will.  Who knows...but I knew that I
would not have to overpower this one.  He was willing from the moment he
saw me even without me exerting my gaze over him.  All the better for him,
since I cruelly disposed of any that would refuse me.

"Do you want this? Do you want me?" I asked of him, holding true to my own
tradition.  He eagerly nodded his head.

Not waiting for me to make my next move he gently caressed the back of my
head, grasping the thick ebony locks of my hair, and slowly pulled my face
toward his.  I could only gaze into his twinkling eyes as he parted his
lips to extend my tongue an invitation.  With a passion I had not felt
since my life as a vampire began, I eagerly accepted his offer and plunged
my tongue into his waiting mouth.  We had kissed like that for several
minutes, feeling each others naked body, gently massaging each other's
buttocks, feeling our naked cocks dance together under the warm water.

After a bit, Euracles pulled away hesitantly and confessed, "I have never
done this before...I am confused as to why I am smitten so, by you
Lucius..." his voice trailed off overpowered by his passion, and he
aggressively assaulted my lips with his own once again.

After a few more tongue wrestling sessions and lingering fingers on various
body orifices, he pulled me to him in a great bear hug.  My senses went
into overdrive as my supernatural feeding kicked in involuntarily.  I
started feeding off of his soul so violently that he shook in my arms.
With much effort I ceased my feeding.  I had only a taste really, but it
was more than enough to fuel my passion and sexual drive.  I made him turn
around so I could grasp him from behind.  Using my tongue I caressed his
earlobe as my hands roamed his chest and groin--feeling the taut love
muscle that had so been aching my touch.  He leaned back into me moaning as
I mentally flooded his mind with desire, lust and passion.  As if on cue he
instinctively arched his back, causing his asscheeks to separate and allow
my now achingly throbbing cock to pass through his virgin hole.  He gasped
in pain...and I feared I may have hurt him, causing him to snap out of the
mental sexual trance I had put him in.

I whispered in his ear, "It is all right Euracles, relax and let it
happen."

I had no sooner said that when his rectal muscles softened and allowed me
to slowly push my full length inside of him.  I must have hit a pleasure
spot because just as his ass reached the base of my cock he gasped in an
entirely different manner--his entire body tensed as if every muscle, every
cell, every atom had been paralyzed.  The formerly strong sexual aura about
him suddenly blast out and radiated all around us.  It permeated my pores,
my very inner-being, as I viciously fed off of the current of sexual
ecstasy.  It showed no signs of weakening, so I fed harder...slowly at
first, but escalating in synch to rhythmic slams, as I pumped my cock hard
into him.  He met me thrust for thrust as his moans intensified.  Fisting
his own impressive cock, he allowed my hands to explore the rest of his
body as I mercilessly fucked him.

Deciding to indulge in a double pleasure I allowed my fangs to be bared and
tickled the jugular vein, now very pronounced, trailing down his neck.  I
could almost smell the sexual heat that now pumped through his veins.
Fucking and feeding, I sank my fangs deep into his throbbing neck, and took
the hot liquid down my throat as if it were ambrosia.  If he knew what I
was doing to him he didn't care because he never failed to meet my thrust,
never faltered in the rhythmic pumping of his own cock, never allowed a
single pleasure-filled moan to go silent.  Automatically I transmitted the
pleasure he was giving me directly into his thoughts.  I permitted him to
feel the same pleasure he was giving me as I felt the pleasure I was giving
him.  His forehead became permeated with beads of sweat as he called out an
orgasmic cry.  Jets of sweet virgin spunk streamed out of his cock, as I
continued to fuck him.  Eventually I became close to cumming, and I let him
have it with all my might.

After many minutes, my hot load began to empty into his weakened body.  My
long canines withdrew themselves from their lodgings and I realized -only
too late- that I had taken too much blood from him.  So much so that my own
senses and strength were increasing by the second.  He was almost
completely drained.  Close to anemia.  Swearing into the suddenly quiet air
I scolded myself for losing control.  Euracles slumped against me--too weak
to support his own weight.  His head hung limp against my shoulder; his
eyes closed in peaceful exhaustion.  His perfectly tanned skin had taken on
a lighter tone ... almost transparent.  If death had a portrait this young
boy would have been the model.

I pulled my still erect cock out of him, picked him up and carried him to
the shore of the small pool.  Laying him down gently I quietly malented as
I laid there beside him, determined not to let this beautiful young mortal
die undeservingly alone.  As I laid there with my arms around him listening
to his heart slowly try to pump what little life-force it had left, I knew
he would be dead within minutes.  Wanting to feel his lips one more time, I
leaned over him and placed my warm lips on his.  They felt cold and
stiff...as if he were already headed for the River Styx.  Surprisingly, his
cold wet lips kissed back.  With effort he opened his eyes and I stared
into the cold darkness that had replaced the warm sparkle he previously
sported.  Still caught in the euphoric trance I had placed him...he tried
to smile.  Hoarsely he whispered my name into the cold night.

Taken by surprise at the strength of love and passion in this mortal, my
next actions would haunt me for the rest of eternity.  It was now or never
(his next breath would most certainly be his last), and I decided upon that
moment that a being as perfected as he was should not be taken in this
way--this earthbound angel destroyed by a demon's invocation of lust.  In a
rare moment of compassion and guilt, I willed myself to tap into the stolen
energies he had supplied me, and spiritually reversed a large portion of it
back into him.  I had never before attempted it--never before had a reason
to try--so I wasn't entirely sure it would work.  Knowing he would need
more than energy I forced a bit of his blood, now trapped within my
abdomen, back into my mouth.  Taking my fingernail I sliced open a vein in
his wrist and placed my lips upon it.  Whereas before I had taken it, now I
would give a little back.  My gift to this magnificent mortal would be his
life.  Of course I would have to make him forget it ever happened, but in
some small way I felt I might have atoned (however tiny the rectification)
for my invasion into his life.  I was more bewildered at my sudden act of
selflessness than anything.  Pausing only for a second to reflect upon my
actions, I forced his blood in my mouth back into the vein I had opened and
it soon flowed throughout his entire body.  Not much...but enough to
suffice him to thrive.  One last kiss and a look into his eyes told me that
he would be all right.  Mentally I reached out and gently grasped his mind.
I placed dark clouds over the past events.  He would wake up feeling
disoriented and weakened, but the event that took place would seem only a
dream and quickly retire to nothingness.  He would be all right, I silently
hoped.

I laid there a bit longer feeling his sleeping body start the slow process
of rebuilding itself.  Soon his eyes fluttered, and he began to arise from
deep sleep. I quietly got up, gathered my garments and left him there,
naked on the banks of the pool.

After that fateful encounter I returned to my safehouse, fully rejuvenated
and feeling stronger than I could remember through the eons.  My already
keen senses had been jump-started even further...I could hear the tiny
rustle of beetles beneath the sand miles away from where I stood.  The air
itself opened up to me a cornucopia of scents and aromas I only faintly
detected before.  My keen eyes seemed to radiate with ferocious intensity.

By this time the cool blanket of darkness had swept the sky, and yet I
could see as if it were the middle of day.  My own fingers--touching the
bark of a nearby tree--could feel all the tiny residents within, squirming
and hissing their curses at my fingertips' invasion.  Yes, this was the
awesome beauty that was the pride of my brethren, the Fallen.  Euracles had
been my first true virgin, the purest of energies within mortals, and never
before have I felt the power that beautiful young man gave me.  Everything
about me was heightened to limitless levels.  The intensity of it was
almost too much to bear.

Feeling very aroused at that moment, in the euphoria that was Euracles
inside my very being, I stripped naked and frolicked around under the cover
of the forest.  Dancing and humming to myself in mischievous glee, I began
to touch my body, feel my own taut muscles, the silky soft hair that swept
my chest, the sensitive nerve endings of my penis head.  Even my sense of
touch was heightened so erotically that my fingers roaming my body felt
like a multitude of hands caressing me, teasing me, raping me...

Snapping out of my memorable trance I realized that I was still near the
exit of "Ravenous".  I was more determined than ever to find a soul like
Euracles had however impossible the task seemed to me.  However, this night
when I found him, I would not simply restore him and leave him to live his
life.  Oh no, I would make a slave of him and remember him as I remembered
Euracles.  I would find my Euracles again this night.  I simply had to look
for him.  I might even taint him. Oh how exotic and sensual that feeling
would be...to feel his most Holy self writhe and lament under my putrid
touch.  To see his humanity die away in agony, to be replaced with only the
promise of eternal torture in hell to look forward to.

Converting a soul was tricky at the most basic.  They had to willingly give
themselves over, or they would simply die and rejoin their spiritual
brethren in Heaven.  However, if it was accomplished correctly, another
beautifully virgin soul would be tainted and impure.  They would walk the
earth undying, and wait for the day of Final Judgment. Like the rest of us,
they would search for the one thing that could keep them strong, young, and
healthy--the things that they once were; untainted and pure souls--to
satiate their own disgusting hunger.  Oh it would be a glorious night,
indeed!

			    ~ end of part one ~