Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2004 10:03:15 EDT
From: LimitlessFury02@aol.com
Subject: Kiss of the Fallen: A Tale of Supernatural Gay Erotica Part 3

*Disclaimer* This is a work of erotic gay fiction, and all characters are
merely figments of the author's imagination. Intelligent comments and
constructive criticism are gladly accepted and can be sent to
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			    Kiss of the Fallen:
		    A Tale of Supernatural Gay Erotica

			       by A.R. Booth

				  Part 3


Leading Julian inside, I flicked the lightswitch located to the right of
the door we had just passed through.  He gasped as the room was softly
illuminated by a hanging chandelier, decadently designed with many expertly
chiseled crystal and diamond accents.  The room was larger than I expected
he had ever seen one room to be.  The rug we stood upon was a very oriental
piece, woven delicately by hand.  The dark reds and blues of the rug
clashed pleasantly with the otherwise paler, more pastel hues that adorned
the remainder of the room.  A large table sat directly in front of the
entrance, decorated by a large billowing bouquet of fresh roses of various
colors and textures.  Directly behind the table was the servants entrance
to the kitchen and other dining areas.  To each side of the massive room, a
double staircase circled each opposite wall, leading up to the second and
third stories of the manor.  The staircase handles were carved from the
purest ivory, accented with gold and silver decorum.

Many portraits hung around the room...most of which I had painted myself
over the years.  All of them featured young men and women in various stages
of life, from late teens to late 40's.  They are a delicious reminder of my
conquests.  As is true with some others of my kind, we like to have a
detailed record of the souls we have corrupted--sort of a tribute to our
own undying magnificence.  The portraits hanging silently in the foyer were
my detailed records.  They travel with me wherever I may go.  In some ways
they are my most prized possessions.  To any normal mortal they would just
seem like various paintings...marvelous pieces of art to be enjoyed.

In other parts of the house, stored away in a secret hiding place, are many
drawings and paintings of my Euracles.  These I prefer to keep hidden,
artistic representations intended solely for my eyes.  I wondered to myself
what Julian would think, should he stumble upon them.  No doubt he would
see himself in the portraits.

Glancing at Julian a sudden twinge of guilt and loss flowed through me, as
I pictured his face in one of my grim paintings.

Deciding not to let these new feelings take over my senses, I quickly
pushed them aside and turned to Julian.

"Well, Julian, what do you think of my home?" I asked him in honest
curiosity.

He looked at me and seemed absolutely awestruck.  "I...it's awesome
mister....uh...oh, I'm sorry man.  I don't know your name." He blushed at
this, and the look of embarrassment seemed unfitting for him.

"My apologies.  My name is Lucius." I bowed to him in the traditional
European manner one greets others.

Julian smiled and his eyes took on a different luster.  "Lucius..." the
invocation of my name upon his lips called up various thoughts of lust and
pleasure in both our minds.

"That's a very sexy name, man.  Your voice is sexy.  Hell your goddamn
teeth are sexy!"

I was taken aback by his sudden lust-filled words.  Also very pleased to
see he was warming up to the situation.  I smiled my most conniving smile,
making sure to show off my pearly whites, and responded with, "You would
not be here if I did not feel the same."

He looked down at himself and realized his tattered and soiled clothes
clashed recklessly with these extravagant surroundings.  He blushed again,
this time with shame.

"I don't think I fit in here," he said bashfully.

"Oh I think you will fit nicely," I said, putting erotic undertones into my
inflection.

I took him by the hand and led him up one of the staircases that led to the
master bedroom.  There were about ten total bedrooms throughout the entire
manor, each with it's own sitting room, bathroom, hot tub and fireplace.
The master bedroom was by far the largest in area, and is where I choose to
sleep.  Not so much because of it's size, but as I am the master of this
'castle', I should live in the quarters meant for the master...and whomever
else he may be keeping at the time.

As we stepped onto the lush carpeting that spanned the entire master suite,
I could feel his lust begin to rise with sudden fierceness.  I saw him gaze
at the huge bed (much larger than a king size) that could fit at least 20
people comfortably.  The canopy bed had posts on all four sides, each
reaching to the ceiling, about 15 feet high.  The bedspread was of a
luxuriously deep velvet, and colored in a dark burgundy that almost looked
black to the naked human eye.  The large room was decorated much in the
same way as the foyer, although there were some statues and other various
adornments that seemed to amplify the feeling of wealth, although not
seeming overly cluttered or emphatic.

I strolled over to the french double doors to the left of the room that led
to the bathing facilities.  Julian followed me into the room, and gasped
yet again.  There was a large ivory basin located directly in the middle of
the room, trimmed with gold and silver.  Bright marble tile swept the floor
in various patterns. Floor to ceiling mirrors adorned every wall around
this room. I had placed them there myself, in homage to the famous "Hall of
Mirrors" at the Palace of Versailles.  This was one of my favorite rooms in
the entire manor.  Brightly lit, and aided by the mirrors I could gaze upon
my naked body from every angle.  As I stated before I am very much an
egotist.

I walked over to the large washtub and turned the faucet, letting the water
flow steadily, until steam vapors rose from the tub's floor.

"I promised you a bath, did I not?" I asked Julian peering at him
mischievously.

Julian grinned back in the same manner, and peeled off the wifebeater that
had clung so tightly to his lean frame.  His back arched, and every muscle
in his torso stretched and flexed with his movements.  As he tossed the
garment aside, I got a chance to see his naked chest and abdomen for the
first time.  He was nothing short of masculine perfection.  Unlike
Euracles, Julian had a mass of silken chest hair that swept his pecs and
trailed down his abs in a thin line to his navel.  His musculature was less
defined than his predecessor, but nonetheless erotic.  His tummy showcased
a tight washboard stomach, and his pecs were slightly larger than I had
imagined them beneath the wifebeater.  Round caramel colored nipples grew
hard being released from their prison.  Oh how I wanted to kiss that
magnificent chest and suck on those nipples without mercy!

I walked over to Julian and gazed into his sparkling cerulean eyes.

"Let me..." I whispered as I unbuttoned his tattered jeans and pulling at
the material, throwing Julian off his balance forcing him to tilt forward
into me.  His hands grabbed onto my shoulders for support, and I grinned
lustily feeling his hands on me for the first time.

I let my hands trace the top of the jeans around to the small of his back,
and placed my hand on it.  Pulling him closer into a tight embrace, I put
my arms around his back and drew him closer to me.  Feeling the soft,
supple skin of youth, I ran my fingers along his spine.  I continued my
embrace just wanting to hold him.  Feel him out.  Enjoy the essence that
was him.

Instinctively he placed his cheek between my chin and neck.  I got the
chance to breathe in his musky scent from up close.  It didn't even seem to
matter that he hadn't had a proper cleaning in at least a week.  His hair
was dirty and unkempt, I could smell traces of sewage and trash, probably
from sleeping on the street or in garbage bins.

 'How long had he been without a place to stay?' my mind wondered.

Grasping the nape of his neck, I guided his face up from its position.  He
allowed my hand to guide his face up to meet mine.  Our eyes locked
together in anticipation, as I brought my mouth closer to his.  He let his
passions guide him as he closed his eyes and slightly opened his mouth, for
what was surely his first kiss from another man.  I brushed my lips gently
against his, and he whispered a slight moan with the intimate flesh
contact.

I am not sure which drove him more, the small seed of lust I planted in his
mind earlier, or his own carnal desires taking control, but soon we were in
a mad liplock.  Our tongues fought for control of the other's and our lips
pressed against each other so tightly for a moment it seemed we were taking
in each other's breath.  He moaned loudly through our kiss, and his hands
reached desperately to grasp my neck, in an effort to pull my lips closer
to his.  Wildly, I grasped his naked back and held him tightly, the hard
stiffness of my cock ground deeply into his.  He sported an iron solid rod
through his tattered jeans, and I realized he had was wearing no
undershorts.

Breaking apart minutely from our kiss I reared back and literally tore my
own silk shirt from my body.  He stood in amazement at my naked chest.  We
both stood there, our eyes silently feasting on each other's naked torso.
His passions had been ignited within his loins, and I knew that before long
he would be ready for much more.

Grinning with lust, I grasped Julian's unzipped jeans and rolled them down
his thick legs.  Synchronizing my body with the descent of the his jeans I
found myself kneeling to him, his jeans in a wadded pile around his ankles.
Looking up his hardening cock was at eye level, and I smiled to myself at
its magnificence.  He was long and thick, the tip of the circumcised head
turning a crimson color with the flow of blood.  My hunger came upon me in
a rush at that moment, and I could feel my fangs start to unsheathe
themselves from my gums.  Closing my eyes I willed them back.  No, I would
not feed yet.  I wanted to enjoy this, and feeding on him would weaken him
too much.  I wanted to play with Julian more, before I let my true
intentions be revealed.

Leering at his gorgeous cock, I saw that it was accompanied by a swollen
scrotum.  It looked as if it contained two peaches.  Nested at the base of
his cock was a patch of dark brown hair, that narrowed up to meet the line
of hair at his navel.  His thighs were not huge, but thick and nicely toned
with muscle.  A thin coat of silky dark hair covered his thighs and legs.
I rubbed my hands up and down his legs...loving the feel of this boyish
man's masculinity.

I stood up before him, and stepped out of my own leather pants.  Soon we
were both standing together, naked and horny as all hell.  Suddenly and
with a lot of force, I pulled his willing and naked body towards my own.
As soon as each of our fully naked bodies met the other's, we grabbed hold
of each other as if we would never let go.  We resumed a rough tongue
wrestling match, and ground our cocks together.  Soon we were both covered
in sweat and our body hair mingled together deliciously, sending shocks of
small ecstasy through our sensitive bodies.  I could feel him begin to
tense, his lust and passion pent up for so long.  I knew the ravaging
massages of my cock on his would bring him to cum.  Hesitantly, and with
much resistance from him, I pulled my body off of his.  I did not want him
to cum yet.  He looked at me like a lost puppy dog, until I made my reasons
known.

I pulled him to the bathtub, now about halfway full with steamy water.
Turning the faucet off, I stepped into the luxurious warmth the water
provided.  I held my hand out to him, and he accepted it, stepping over the
rim of the tub to join me.  I sat down with my back to the side of the tub
and pulled him down to sit in front of me.  I wanted to bathe him.  I
wanted to worship him.  I wanted to be everything to him.  Unknowingly to
me, this is what sudden love does to a person.  I had unwillingly began to
fall in love with this young human.

We positioned ourselves in the tub together.  I sat leaning back into the
curve of the tub, and he sat in front of me, his ass on the tub floor, my
hard cock trapped deftly between his lower back and my tummy.  He spread
his legs so that they overlapped my own, and we relaxed there for a minute.
He rested his back on my chest with his forehead just underneath my chin.
I leaned down and kissed his cheek and he closed his eyes, apparently
loving the way the water soothed his body, and feeling quite comfortable in
my embrace.  I wrapped my arms around his chest and he trailed his fingers
beneath the water down the length of my thick hairy legs.

"Why did you come over to me?"  He asked, breaking the sudden silence
between us.

I knew I could not tell him the truth of it, so I settled for a less
fantastic explanation.  "Quite simply because I was lonely.  And you looked
like you could use some company yourself."

His comfortable grin slipped into an uneasy grimace.  I suppose I had
brought up something of a bad memory for him.

"What's wrong my..." here I paused.  I almost said "My love."  Catching my
mistake, I quickly covered it up, before he became suspicious. "...boy?
What are you thinking about?"

His lips quivered a moment, frozen with unspoken words.  After a bit, he
decided to tell me his story.

"I...I'm not what you think I am..." he said in earnest.  "I'm not
a...a...ya know...I ain't no hooker."

His language, the language of urban youth, appalled my educated ears.  At
the same time it invoked yet more lust within me.  His youth, in part, is
why he was here to begin with.  Every bit of his humanity screamed to me in
erotic pulls of untainted purity.

"Oh?" I replied, trying to put emphasis on surprise for his benefit.

"No Lucius, I'm not.  Ya see, I left home like, three months ago, and I had
gotten in with some bad people, and to make a long story short I hitched a
ride to the city.  I didn't have a dime on me and didn't have no place ta
stay.  I tried lookin' for jobs, but there ain't any.  I only had the
clothes I was wearin' and a will not to go back..." here he paused and his
eyes flashed with sudden ferocious anger.  "...back to HIM. My father.  The
BASTARD!  Ya see, he ain't a very nice man.  Not like you, Lucius.  He
ain't never done nothin' ta me 'cept hit me and spit on me and treat me
like shit. The night momma took a gun to her head was the night I swore I
would leave and never go back.  NEVER!."

His eyes suddenly welled with tears of furious pain and sorrow.  He had
probably kept this revelation secret, even to himself, and he was surprised
and angered at his own carelessness.  The information made him seem even
more human and vulnerable, and I relished every bit of it.  I did not need
to hear any more of his family life, as I have seen it too many times
before.  I simply stroked his chest and held him even more tightly as he
silently spilled angry tears.  He simply needed to be held.  To be shown
kindness.  I would give him whatever he needed, before I cruelly took what
I desired.

After a bit, Julian broke out of his sobs, and leaned his head back into
me.  I bent my head down and kissed his tear stained cheek.

"I'm sorry for your pain, Julian."  I whispered quietly into his ear.

With those words I felt within the (as yet unattainable) recesses of my
soul, that I meant those words.  I truly was sorry his life had been
nothing but torment from the day of his birth.  I felt a sort of kinship
with him.  From the moment of my "birth" into this human world, I also have
been consumed by torments.  My heart melted even more and I wanted to just
hold him, be with him, show him that there is so much more in this world
then the pain and humiliation he had been subjected to his entire life.  A
fury also rose inside of me.  How could anyone treat such a beautiful man,
a veritable god in human clothing, the way he had been treated?  Looking at
his innocent face I realized that there was much more to what was going on
than I cared to realize.

For the first time since Euracles, I felt that stab of pain that is usually
forbidden to my kind.  That pain that is called...love.  In essence, we do
not know love.  Nor have I ever heard of my kind falling in love with a
mortal, or falling in love period.  Of course we knew what it was.  As
former angels in the Maker's army, we were nothing BUT love given physical
form at one point in our immortal lives.  I had thought that we had lost
all capacity for it.  That our damned souls were never meant to feel love
again.  Yet, as I sat there in the tub with that mortal, love slowly crept
it's way through the cesspool of filth that was my soul.

My lips were so close to his neck.  The jugular vein prominently displayed,
pumping full of this virgin's blood.  I could just tear into it right
there, and drain him mercilessly.  Kill him even.  Anything to stop the
agony that his love and trust filled soul was torturing me with.  I could
even feel my fangs unsheathing themselves.  My eyes flashed with anger.
Another emotion I had not felt in centuries.  The fact that this mortal
could stir feelings in me that were never meant to be felt by a vampire was
enough to rouse my anger.  I am a demon.  I am not meant to love.  I am not
meant to care.  To feel. To be loved.

That was it. I realized my anger wasn't at Julian for making me feel this
way.  It was at myself for believing that I could be loved by an angelic
creature such as he was.  The purity of his essence was tainting my own
soul, with ten times the power that I used to taint others.  Call it good
vs evil.  Call it what you will, but the evilness within my putrid essence
was fighting to keep Julian from entwining his love around me.  And it was
losing, big time.

My mind's wanderings were interrupted by Julian's beautiful voice.

"Lucius?"

I snapped back to reality and quickly forced my fangs to hide.  I turned my
face away from him, thinking he might have seen my extended canines.

"What's wrong?  Ya got all quiet alluvasudden."

I found it difficult to find my voice, but succeeded nonetheless.  "I
just...I am sorry, dear Julian, your past...it is horrible.  Those
inflictions should not have been reigned down upon you.  You are a good
person, you have a lot of love to give.  You are an angel among men, do not
ever forget that, my love."

His body tensed within my embrace, and I sensed the sudden return of fear.

My mind flooded with realization.

I had said it.

Damn it!  I had said it...'my love'.