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The storm stroke of the bells at the end of the night mass with its rumble shook the black cloud of bats that flew around that desolate chapel, like condensed darkness lurking, waiting to suck to the marrow of the poor heavy souls that leave the place.
The preacher who officiated the mass, was still at the altar, with empty eyes without reflection watching the doors of the chapel close heavily like a prison over his mortal soul.
「Praying won't save any of these souls...」
There was that voice again, whispering poison into his mind. Day after night, the devil spoke to him, in a peaceful and sweet tone like someone speaking to a cornered beast that could attack at any moment.
「Is this what your mind thinks of me? I can assure you that I am not such a low creature as a demon, Rhadamanthys 」
"Shut up…" The blond man didn't know the name by which the demon insisted on calling him and yet it was familiar… a distant memory that swelled his chest.
"Father Walden?"
The delicate voice of that lad attracts him like a siren song ... What was his name? Va-
"Are you okay, Father Walden?" The young man looked concerned, leaning slightly as he placed one of his strands behind his ear ... That beautiful look and pretty hair color made something inside him stir, scratching the inner surface of his own skin.
"Did you forget my name again, Father?" He looked amused at the blond's forgetfulness when he tried to refer to him. "I already told you that the name is Micheal, please remember it." He gave the man a soft, sweet smile as he played with his long pink lock. Already several encounters like this have happened throughout the week since the boy began helping in the chapel. But every time the blond man tried to pronounce that name, the words did not come out of his mouth, as if that name was not correct leaving a heavy sensation and a bitter taste on his tongue.
「You know that name is not correct. You know the name, say it 」But not a word left his lips. He has to ignore that voice. He didn't know that boy in front of him, did he?
"Sure, of course. Don't worry about me" It was an obvious lie, since the presence appeared in his mind, he could no longer sleep, neither his soul nor his blood were calm.
"Everyone has already left. So I will proceed with the cleanup before I leave. If you'll excuse me." The young man bowed his head in respect and began to clean the altar. While he carried out his task, for a moment seemed pained and his smile left leaving an empty expression on that beautiful face.
"What's wrong boy? Is there something ailing you?" Having caught that expression on the pink-haired young man, the preacher stopped him from his task before he could finish. It was something very slightly, barely visible to anyone's eyes, but he saw it, as the boy's always sweet expression changed for an instant.
"I'm not ..." The youngest, noticing that the blond realized his sorrow, tried to hide it. He didn't want to bother this good man with his laments but it was very difficult to avoid his gaze, as if he could see all of him, look directly into his soul. He gave him an intimate sensation of nakedness.
Unable to take it any longer, he delicately pursed his lips until his upper lip covered completely the lower one and he looked down at the ground, unable to meet the gold in that gaze.
「Always so shrewd and vigilant to the movements of your little harpy, you make any human envious.」 The disembodied voice spoke words that had no meaning to him yet. The echo of mockery reverberated behind his eardrums like he was inside a bubble.
"I think I'm a bad person ..." That took him completely off guard, he would never have thought that the boy would say something like that, much less that he would think such thing like that.
"What makes you think something like that?" No lie in saying that he was worried about the younger.
"I… I've been thinking a lot…" Before he could finish his sentence, the preacher stopped him by gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
"This is no place to talk ... Come, follow me." He led the pink-haired to one of the farthest pews in the chapel. He couldn't leave the boy alone with his grief, but a tingling sensation on the back of his neck along with a thought in the back of his mind told him to get away from him before he worsened his own sins.
A moment of deathly silence settled between them when the younger one sat next to him, as if neither of them knew when to speak, so still to the point that it seemed as if that voice in his head had never existed.
"I ..." The young man tried to speak but stopped, the older one could notice the nervousness in his person, how his voice vibrated and clearly saw a beautiful blush on his cheeks ... He had to take a deep breath at this image.
It took him time but the boy at the end condensed enough courage to be able to talk.
"In my life, there's a very important man for me." The golden-haired man felt a certain unease growing inside him as the boy spoke. He needed to know more, what exactly were his thoughts. He unconsciously licked his lips.
"This man has a very important role and a mission to fulfill, I know it perfectly well. He is a great man, but…" He pursed his lips again, his head bowed in a pained way.
The other man was very attentive to the movements of the youngest. A lump was forming in his throat, as his heart beat faster and faster, a strange nervousness took over him causing a sigh to escape from his mouth.
"But I want him to notice me ... For a moment I want him to forget his mission and only see me. I want to be selfish and greedy ..." It seemed that he would burst into tears at any moment and at the same time he was furious with himself.
Next to him the other man was completely caught up in the movement of his lips, pink, thin and delicate… and surely very soft to the touch.
"Every time I see those eyes my whole body trembles, I feel as if my strength bends to his will." He closed his legs tightly together and stretched his lower back, an act that did not go unnoticed by the blond. With his pupils now dilated a growl died in his dry throat, his skin tingling intensely with no word spoken. "But still, I would never interfere between him and his mission. His mission is more important than me even more than himself, but I can't help but want more than what he already gives me."
"Why is that mission so important?" At last he dared to speak.
"Because he is a man of God." The lad turned to face the other man making their legs touch slightly, to this sensation the blond swallowed abruptly and when he saw directly the amber of that look, he saw him tremble. He felt like a wild animal was devouring him from the inside looking for a way out and all he could do was clench his teeth and close his eyes.
A very ancient beast was awakening in his blood.
"We all have all kinds of thoughts sometimes… It is in our humanity." It's the only thing the older man could say. The boy seemed to want to answer something but the preacher kept talking. "It's late now, you should go to rest. I'll finish here." The young man nodded slightly, he looked somewhat relieved. He rose delicately and murmured gratitude.
"Good night Father Walden. If you'll excuse me." He just nodded and watched the boy go. He stood for a moment looking in the direction in which the pink-haired man left, he closed his eyes again but this time with serenity. He could swear to glimpse a face in the darkness of his mind, as if that voice was now quietly taking shape.
He opened his eyes and murmured.
"Good night Valentine."
Having finished cleaning and preparing the chapel for the next day, Walden heads to his room. As he walked in the dark, that voice that he could say he didn't miss spoke to him again.
「It would not be the first time that you take responsibility for his offenses. Turn his sins into yours. 」
"Tsk." He really believed that he couldn't have a peaceful moment, so he just tried to ignore it. It had been a long day and the night would give him much to think about.
Completely submerged in his thoughts, a soft soap aroma suddenly penetrated his nostrils, freeing him from his mental prison. Driving away the demon and attracting the beast.
As if he had been hypnotized, he continued walking until he stopped in front of the door of the room adjoining his, it was ajar, enough to be able to peek inside it. He sidled closer, his heart pounding in his ears, his body tense.
The dim light of a lamp placed on a bedside table allowed him to see the room and there in front of the small bed was the young man standing, his wet hair letting small drops of water run down his jaw, his skin was still fresh and smoky. The source of that aroma.
The need grew under his teeth and on the tips of his fingers faster and faster, his gaze devouring those naked, shapely legs. Something invisible was pulling him in the lad's direction. He grabbed the door frame, squeezing hard, sighing heavily, he was so close and yet so far away, he had to be very careful. So the moment his eyes saw the other one turn his head slightly in his direction, he walked away from the door as fast as if he had been electrocuted by it, fleeing like a shadow back into the dark that was in his own room.
Leaning his forehead against the door, he cursed silently, clenching his fists, trying to remove that image from his mind ... Those thoughts ... The desire to touch something forbidden.
「Why do you limit yourself and just don't take what belongs to you rightfully? I made you part of my army because of your good judgment. You disappoint me, Rhadamanthys.」The voice was very weak, tired, as if was struggling to stay awake.
"No… I just need to stay calm." He was struggling with himself, circling like a large animal in a small cage. He clearly can hear the light footsteps of bare feet coming from the other room as if they were walking around him… Still with the fragrance permeating his brain. "I need to find out what God wants me to do."
「I AM YOUR GOD!」
The scream was shrill, paralyzing the man, fear froze his blood. He fell to his knees in the middle of the room, feeling like an invisible hand stiff as iron pulled his hair, forcing his head up high. His heart now piercing his chest with each beat stunning him.
「Stop being a man ...」 As if those words were pronounced like a spell the door began to open with a pitiful groan, slowly, in front of his eyes. 「Free yourself from that prison of flesh and become the specter that you were always destined to be.」 And with those last words the door finished opening, which from the shadows that young man now slowly emerged with his now completely naked body. His breath got trapped in his throat and when their eyes made contact at last the voice like a ghost vanished without a trace.
His eyes did not believe what was happening right in front of him but he could not look away, seeing how the younger got closer and closer, his impious beauty, beautiful as an angel and his look full of desire made him breathe again. Still kneeling on the floor, he wanted to stop him only managing to stand up awkwardly and take unsteady steps backwards until his legs ran into the edge of his bed making him fall sitting on it, something so futile to want to put distance between them when a part of himself wanted to run to him.
"S'agapo." That was what the boy said and like an enchantment he stole his breath right out of his lungs.
"Stop ... or I don't know what I could do to you." With each sigh his sense of control escaped through each one of his pores. The feeling of something inevitable pulsing over his head.
"I am only here to please you, my lord." The blond closed his eyes and begged internally at that word, still fighting a battle that from the beginning he wanted to lose.
The sudden pressure on himself exalted him and forced him to open his eyes, the image he saw made him bite his lips and squeeze the covers on that bed to keep himself from moving. Between his legs was the pink haired one on his knees, rubbing his left cheek against the other's inner thigh with pleading eyes.
He felt his crotch twitch intensely.
"Please my lord, say my name." The boy pressed his cheek a little more as his right hand traced the other leg delicately, squeezing his thigh until it reached his groin. "Please my lord." Saliva accumulated in his mouth to the point he could drown and it was difficult to swallow. To look at those eyes full of longing, something inside him was stirring with need to grab him between his hands and lay him on the bed, under him and take everything, to suck every last stretch of his delicious skin and that, that part of him was taking all the control.
A hoarse groan escaped as the younger one leaned against his thighs to help himself up onto his lap. His face was so close to his, it allowed him to admire each of his features ... the burning amber in his gaze, long curved eyelashes, and the beautiful freckles spread all over his cheeks like little stars. He didn't want to fight anymore.
When the lad placed a hand on his chest, gently laying him on the mattress. There was no going back.
Staring at the boy straddling his lap completely naked, a throne growl in his throat as the storm finally raged over that far-off place.
The older did not miss any detail of the other's body... his slim waist, his thick thighs, slight toned muscles, and all his movements... oh he could swear to die the moment younger leaned over, letting him delight in the sweet fragrance of his skin that took him to a very distant place and filled him with melancholy.
The sight of a pink haired young boy running with the most sweet smile on his face, was smiling for him.
Submerged in a very distant past, he felt humanity slipping away from his grasp, with his heart burning, a single tear ran down his cheek.
The soft hand of the other man cradled his face with great affection and without even thinking about it he affirmed himself in the touch of that caress as if he had been waiting for it all his life. When he opened his eyes without remembering when he closed them the boy was smiling now, with his two hands taking his face, he approached and brushed their lips together and whispered once more.
"My lord, please say my name."
"Valentine."
And with the din of thunders they kissed. A kiss full of fervent desire and tongues of fire, with the passion of too many lives, taking even the last breath of each other and when the need for air forced them to separate the mouth of the blond continued on the neck of Valentine, tasting the irresistible flavor of his soft skin, his hands firmly grasping his hips bringing their bodies closer together.
"My lord Rhadamanthys..." Valentine melted between sighs and little moans that his beloved lord ruthlessly wrenched from him with each of his caresses and kisses. He had missed him so much that the joy of being by his side again was greater than his body.
Without resisting any more the desire, he began to grind against the crotch of Rhadamanthys, he could feel how the member was hard against his touch, needing to feel the burning skin of his master, he put his hands underneath the dark shirt. Tracing the muscles of his abdomen, he was fascinated by the exothermic sensation of their skin, the warmth of his lord against the cold of his skin. How he loved him.
"How much did you miss me?" That question made the younger giggle slightly.
"I could tell you or… I could show you My Lord because I'm afraid words are not enough." After saying that he sat again on the lap of his master but completely upright this time, pressing with his own weight, unbuttoned the pants tentatively licking his lips while he looked directly into his eyes.
"Greedy little harpy." Upon witnessing such act he grabbed his lover by one of his arms and threw him on the bed, under him. Rhadamanthys would never deny the feelings that Valentine provokes in him and how much he enjoys it, how he offers himself to him and then begs for more. He really need him by his side in this life as in the others and in which they will still have to live.
He kissed him again but this time more slowly, a light kiss of an ancient love. But they were no longer humans and now with a purpose to fulfill, but will always safeguard those feelings in the depths of their souls.
He took Valentine's legs, spreading them, taking his place between them as his lieutenant ripped off that cumbersome shirt, freeing him at last. The kiss was intense again now with more room for their skin to collide freely. The pink-haired whimpering let Rhadamanthys know that it was time and neither of them could hold out another second, releasing his erect member and lining it up with the already wet and slippery entrance. He licked his fangs with a smile, he always ended up losing to the lust of his loyal subordinate, and as if he had read his mind he spread his legs wider, inviting him.
Wasting no more time he began to penetrate him slowly as he bit his neck, a mark of mere fierce possession, Valentine writhed by his path, wrapping his legs around his general's hips, scratching his back until he sustained himself by grabbing the back of Rhadamanthys neck and shoulders.
"I really can't be without you, you're going to drive me insane." He took the young man firmly by the waist.
"Perhaps in a next life. And so we will both insane My lord, because I can no longer live without you Rhadamanthys." As if hearing his name from the lips of his beloved bird were an order, he began to move, at first slow as he left tokens with his mouth on the soft chest, but those moans made him lose control and started to thrust, watching how Valentine crumpled into mewls under his body every time he hit that sweet spot. Twisting, unable to avoid the impact inside him, tightening harder and harder with each thrust bringing him too close to the edge.
"You are mine." His thrusts grew more erratic and deeper, the warmth inside was melting him and cold skin made him sigh in relief. He could feel Valentine so close. How their cosmos rose and merged as the end drew near. Bringing them even more close together.
"Rhadamanthys s'agapo". How he loved to hear those words from the mouth of his beautiful harpy and more when they were making love, he felt his whole body tighten under his tongue and around him, more and more until he spilled his seed between both bodies without even having touched him, he loved each part of him and his immortal and immoral devotion, which only belonged to him and their God.
"I love you too Valentine." After a few more thrusts he couldn't bear the tension and overflowed inside.
Completely exhausted and in the haze of post orgasm he leaned over Valentine, while he hugged around his neck and placed a soft kiss on his temple.
"We still have time my lord. You should rest a bit before leaving." He was gently stroking the golden strands of his master, who had his head nestled into the curve of his neck, breathing on his skin.
"You're right… we could rest like this. Just you and me for a moment." Those words brought a pure smile to the youngest.
Valentine raised his waist that would soon show the evidence of their encounter, to let Rhadamanthys put his arms around hugging him, giving him more comfort to rest.
Letting down his guard completely and letting himself go was something that his master allowed himself only when they were together.
Whispering one last time the name of his lover, Rhadamanthys closed his eyes in peace.
Both still entwined, sleeping one last time in the world of man while the rain covered the dry land like a cry for the war that was to begun.