Author: Xadith Feedback: Sure but be mature Xadith@aol.com NOTE: You can now find this story as well as other of my work at the yahoo groups http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Xadith/ Please make sure you read the notice before joining. Subject Gay Male Science Fiction Summary: Logan has been made aware of his past, yet now something sinister seems to be hanging over the heads of the happy couple. Is it the force of Good or Evil that condemns them? Rating: NC-17 Adult content, Sexual situations involving like genders, language, Light BDSM, rape and more blasphemy then should be legally allowed. Enjoy! Chapter: 4 of ? (There will be another chapter or chapters after this one) These characters are mine and copyrighted. Any reference to real life people is unintentional.
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Author: Xadith Feedback: Sure but be mature Xadith@aol.com NOTE: You can now find this story as well as other of my work at the yahoo groups http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Xadith/ Please make sure you read the notice before joining. Subject Gay Male Science Fiction Summary: Logan has been awoken to his past, yet now something sinister seems to be hanging over the heads of the happy couple. Is it the force of Good or Evil that condemns them? Rating: NC-17 Adult content, Sexual situations involving like genders, language, Light BDSM, rape and more blasphemy then should be legally allowed. Enjoy! Chapter: 4 of ? (There will be another chapter or chapters after this one) These characters are mine and copyrighted. Any reference to real life people is unintentional.
Lucian. I felt the warmth of him stroke over my back, I felt his fingers in my feathers and I laughed to myself. How could this be? How could I have let this happen? I felt him pick me up, felt the pure pain in his body for the task and I felt him fall to the ground near the stream and dip his hand into the water to be splashed on my face. My eyes came open, blinking back the cool drops and I stared up into the face of the man, the demon I had loved from the moment my gaze had first touched him.
Logan's fingers laced around the back of Lucian's neck, pulling the demon down into a hard kiss, a deep, needed, soul moving kiss of acknowledgement and understanding. Logan was weak, the force of his awakening had drained every ounce of his strength but he had to do something about Lucian's condition. It was a simple healing, something he could have done days ago if he had just been opened to his past sooner. What a moron he has been, missing all the signs, yet that's one thing Lucian had always said about him, hard headed to a fault. His tongue slid inside his lover's mouth, taking a brief taste of the broken demon before he pushed himself up to a sit.
"Easy Logan." Lucian cautioned, concerned at the force of the awakening. Every demon and angel in any reality would have felt that. Logan was so powerful that he had sent out a wave of life force with his flood of emotions. It had given Lucian enough strength to get to his love and help the other man to his feet. There couldn't be anything left of Logan's will after that. However those black eyes watched as Logan forced himself up and pulled Lucian into him. His wings rose and Lucian shoved as best he could against the wall of Logan's chest.
"No way Fire, you need my miracle if we are both going to make it to the dawn." Lucian smiled as he held firmly against Lucian's need to protect him. "I'm okay, I promise. Hold still, if I miss I wont have enough left to do it a second time and breath after." Lucian glared up at him and just gave in, he was too tired to fight and he knew Logan could and would do it no matter what he said. His head fell to rest on the flat of the other's chest and his eyes closed. Logan smiled as his wings enfolded them together, wrapping them in a warmth one could only dream off. They floated, lost, together, found. They were at home in one another's arms. They were exactly where they were supposed to be, and as the white light of the heavens rained down so gently on their battered bodies, Lucian did what any demon would. He purred.
The morning light wasn't welcome at all. They were so tired, so worn out form their ordeal that Lucian just snarled at the sun and rolled over into Logan's wing fold. The two bodies were laced together, their arms and legs tangled, Logan's wings engulfing them in a blanket of soft feathered heat against the bitter cold of morning. Both nude, their clothing to tattered to take on another day, they didn't feel so much as a degree of cool touch their skin. Logan groaned at the invading light and pulled Lucian closer to him. His head was on Lucian's shoulder and fell to the ground with his sudden movement. That got the demon a quick cold blast of morning air as Logan pulled back and wing with a smug smile. Lucian's shiver and unseen glare was payment enough for the action and Logan replaced the feathered limb over his love.
"Mm...we have to get up Lucian. I need to fly us back to the cabin and you have to finish healing." Logan yawned as an arm slid over the other's hard body and tugged him back into a place where he could rest his head again. Lucian grunted in response, he wasn't going to move. He was enjoying his time right here and right now. Logan grinned and slid the tip of his tongue over the red flesh of a shoulder. Lucian shivered again but not from the cold. God it had been so long since that mouth was on him in tender care, with love and need in its actions, in his eyes. Logan sighed softly. "All right, five more minuets." They both smiled and slid back into a haze of morning "snooze."
The flight back had been....interesting. A bright red demon wrapped in black wings and a naked angel both doing their best not to be seen by the entire ranch who was more then likely still searching for them. Thankfully, Logan had been able to force Lucian out of the warmth of his embrace and into the chilly morning air long enough to fly them back still rather early. Their morning flight which would have only been seen by the early rising animals of the ranch and thankfully most people were still asleep. Most people.
Logan pushed open the door to the ranch house and helped Lucian come to sit on the couch before the hearth. Lucian was looking much better, his body was mended outwardly and inwardly he was healing much faster. Still sore and slightly weak he didn't object to Logan's care. The door was shut and Logan went to the bedroom to get a pair of pants for the both of them. Both men were shivering slightly. The dew and chill had gotten to them both. He tossed Lucian a pair of cotton boxer pants as he slipped on his own, pulling on a t-shirt as well. His wings having immersed themselves back into their hiding place with ease of a weathered angel. He set out a sweater for Lucian but the demon refused with an arrogant show male ego and a macho scoff. Logan ignored him as he went to the phone, calling the front desk to call off the search party. The manager spoke to him over an hour, trying to talk Logan into allowing the paramedics out to take a look at them. He refused at first but then finally allowed them to send one pair of EMT's to have a look at them just for legal sake of the ranch. Logan agreed but asked them to wait about a half hour so they could get a shower and dress. Lucian didn't like it but he reverted, with some effort, back to his human form. They both sat on the front porch and waited as the ambulance came swiftly up the path. Logan took off his shirt to allow the Emergency response folks to look him over, take some vitals and other wise see that they were okay over all. They had a few bruises and minor cuts, Lucian played up his broken arm to make it more believable that they had indeed fell 100 stories through brush, trees and other terrain. And although the medics wanted a few days to study why they both weren't dead, they reluctantly parted ways when Logan gave a final "we're fine, thanks for coming out." And slammed the door in their faces.
He had always been a private person and never let anyone touch him unless he wished to be touched. The violation of the medical instruments on his skin made him cranky at best. Lucian was making his way toward the shower, hell bent on washing off the filth of the woods from his body. He was stripping as he went, his good arm working open the button to his jeans as heavy muscles strained to keep him balanced up right,. He wasn't having the best week of his life but he managed to slide himself out of the garment with some means of dignity. Logan was coming up behind him slowly, the picture of health after his long ordeal. Lucian felt like smacking him just for the arrogant "I'm stronger then you are" grin his lover held on his lips.
God, how he had missed that smile, how he had longed for this moment and all the others to come. His desire for a shower went out the windo as he launched himself at Logan. The two tumbled with a loud shout from Logan's unexpecting lips before Lucian covered them with his own. They landed hard on the bed and Logan fought to keep them both from rolling over the side. Busy with the concept of gravity, Logan was helpless to stop Lucian's sudden attack of need and affection. He was laughing as he felt the demon tail swirl around his covered thigh, Lucian's skin faded away into dark crimson once more and his short demon horns perched high on his forehead. Logan's wings remained hidden as he wrapped his arms around the thick body of his demon counterpart. Lucian's hot mouth was smoldering even hotter kisses over Logan's chest and throat, making the angel moan and buck under him. "Come on Lucian we aren't well enough for this yet. Can't you wait?" There was a snarl of protest from the demon as he mumbled something against Logan's belly. "What?" "I said I have been waiting, twenty-eight years." Lucian lifted his head to lock his eyes with Logan's. There was something buried so deep within them that it threatened to overwhelm them both. Lucian had waited, had waited the entire fall, the entire growth and now all this time he had waited for Logan to remember who and what he was. Logan's palms moved to cup Lucian's face, lifting him up for a kiss and he pulled the demon into him, mindful of the injured arm and both men fought back nearly three decades of tears. Logan huffed an emotional breath, just holding his lover to him. Lucian had waited, and suffered through god only knew what to be here, to be with him. Then something dawned on him.
"You nearly burned my dick off! You bastard!" Logan shouted at the demon who was shoved off the bed and out of the warmth of protective arms to the cold wood floor below. He hit with a thud and a lower growled "ow" before Logan stood and marched himself into the bathroom. "You son of a bitch, you came in here and raped me!" There came a sharp gasp from the bathroom and Lucian just put his good arm over his eyes and laid there. Here it comes. "You called me your toy and you beat the crap out of me you god damned son of a bitch! Where the hell did you get off treating me like some fucking little toy. I could send your ass burning back to hell on a bad day you bastard." Lucian just grinned behind the protection of his arm. Logan was storming about, looking at the places he had been held captive and used by his own lover. "And what do you mean nine hundred years old? You are more like two thousand years old bucko!" There was more ranting he couldn't hear coming from the kitchen and Lucian worked his way up to a stand again, groaning at the pain in his arm. "Has anyone ever told you, you whine like a bitch?" He knew that would only add fuel to the fire but Lucian was a demon, he liked chaos. Logan came back into the room deadly calm and Lucian met the other's smoldering gaze with an infuriating, taunting and very male grin. Logan snarled and slammed the door to the bathroom behind him as he went. Lucian fell back on the bed, gently this time, careful for his battered body and mind. He let out a tired breath, too exhausted to move or fight anymore, he just wanted to rest and let the day pass him by. He had an eternity with his lover now; he had all the time in the world to make up for his rough treatment. They both knew he had to; it was just the way of things.
It wasn't long before the sound of the shower was going and Lucian finally slipped into a decent rest, comforted that Logan was close by and back to his old self again. There was something lingering in the back of his mind, like a detail he forgot, something that was nagging on him, and this wasn't the first time it rose to bother him. He tried to push it away, and succeeded when sleep finally found him again. The soft silk of the bed enveloped him but it was shamed compared to the feel of his lover's wings. Wings. The thought made his own tattered limbs ache, even in their protective holding deep within his back. They were the last thought he could recall before sleep claimed him completely.
Within the confines of the small bathroom, Logan was brooding. He was angrier that Lucian could have done those things to him more then the fact he had. With a half snarl he thrust his face under the hot jet and nearly groaned. Though his body had bounced back rather well, both due to the fact that he wasn't as battered as Lucian but also his healing light worked much faster on his own kind, he still had several superficial scrapes and cuts that made themselves known when the hot water ran over them. Nothing had ever felt so good. Well almost anything. The memory of Lucian's mouth on his by the water, their first kiss, it made whatever anger Logan had for the demon slip away as quickly as the heated water down the back of his crafted thigh. There was more then one way to get "back" at a demon. Logan's normally angelic face flashed with devilish intent.
Lucian hadn't had a dream in years. Literally. It was over 30 years ago that he could remember anything that resembled a dream. But at the moment, he was having a doozy.
White light, everywhere, so bright it was forcing him to squint, yet from the brightest of the glow came a spring of blue black water that seemed to spill forth like paint across a blank canvas. It wound about in a twisted path and springing up at its edges were bright green ferns and soft brown tree trunks. Vivid colors of yellow, purple, green and red mingled together as orange and blue burst from the tips of the tree trunk branches. His world was coming alive. Splatters of color marked the ground and from those dollops of life grew flowers and sprang softly painted winged creatures. The white sky suddenly erupted into a mass of red, orange and yellow, busting out as far as his eyes could see. His mouth parted and drew in a breath of such sweet air it seemed to pull him right off the ground. The twisted pat of water rounded him and as his feet left the ground, toes skimming the cold surface of the lake that was forming under him, the sun broke free of the rolling green hills and filled his mind with light so pure his eyes began to gasp. There was something warm, firm, and it pressed against him, from behind. Logan. Those demon eyes now blue, his blond hair waving out in the wind that carried the lovers high into the cotton candy sky made Lucian's heart sore even higher. Two powerful arms were laced around him, loving, protective, and they belonged to him. Logan. His Logan.
His arms were lifted as Logan's hands stroked up his naked chest, his legs stretching out with no pain, his wings sliding free from his back with a burst of crimson blood. Logan embraced him as he embraced Logan, and both bodies seemed to slide so provocatively together. Yet the crimson that had touched their painted world began to grow, and darken. The blood seemed into the green gold ground and turned the blades of grass Black. Lucian looked below them, Logan did not so much as glance, while the demon cried out in alarm. The darkness of the blood was spreading like a plague; it's blackness engulfing all the light until the sky itself was choking on the death it brought. Lucian thrashed, fighting to hold onto Logan but he was slipping away. His grip tightened but nothing, Logan just kept smiling, just kept looking on with love and acceptance. No. He thought. No, not again!
Yet the blackness was taking him, pulling him down into the blood which now boiled over and climbed over the body of his lover. Logan was sinking! He was sinking into the darkness, being engulfed. Lucian pressed his feet to the ground and pulled at his lovers slipping arms. No! No! No!
"Logan!" Lucian jerked up from the bed but found he couldn't move, his body was trapped somehow. In the haze of his dream he hysterically thrashed, trying with every fiber of his being to escape whatever bonds were holding him. Logan's image suddenly filled his view with a worried expression.
"What is it baby?" Lucian fell back on the bed, panting softly, his body was cool yet warm at the same time. His arms were stretched out at the sides and his legs were pulled far apart. He arched a brow at his lover, still trying to get a handle on the difference of the dream and the predicament he was finding himself in. The sudden devious smile on Logan's face gave the demon pause. That brow arched higher.
Lucian got hold of his wits and lifted his head as far as he could. What he saw made him blink. His wrists and ankles were bound to each of the four posts of the bed. In normal cases a normal piece of rope, hell even metal cables and chains, couldn't hold a demon where they didn't want to be. But should some cleaver person add so much as a single strand of angle hair to the bondage, and said demon was trapped. Lucian's black gaze came to focus on the Angel before him and he wondered where the horns has been hiding.
Stripped completely, Lucian found himself entirely at the mercy of Logan's whims. "What do you think you are doing?" The demon's voice was firm and cold, as it had been the night he demanded Logan to kneel and accept his fate at a toy and sex slave. Logan smirked and leaned his head over to bite the edge of sensitive demon ears. Lucian's eyes fluttered closed, he bit down hard on his lower lip to keep from moaning. Clearing his throat, he attempted to ask again. "If you think this is going to sway me from the knowledge that you have me tied down you are sadly mis...Oh god!"
Logan's hand slipped under the demon's rear, his index finger stroking over the muscled ring of his opening. Lucian bucked up into that hand, not sure if he was trying to get away from or closer to that taunting touch. The angel just smiled as his teeth raked over Lucian's throat, skimming the pulse until his lips sealed over it and began to draw firmly. Lucian's breath was coming in harder draws now. The hot spice scent of his lover filled his lungs and in moment Lucian was rock hard. Logan wasn't fully dressed, nothing but a pair of silk boxers which were hanging low on his well defined hips. He stretched out almost lazily next to Lucian, watching as the demon's body jerked and shuddered against his hand. Those probing fingers were only playing. Pressing against the other's opening, skimming the underside of his balls and cock, his warm fingertips caressing the inside of those sensitive thighs. Lucian was fighting it hard. Though they had always enjoyed switching rolls of top and bottom, aggressor and prey, it was often times Lucian that won out in that matter.
Logan just smiled, watching Lucian's face change from anger to need and back again. They both knew it was and always would be a partnership, but there was something about forcing the demon to beg that just made Logan growl with delight.
The angel's mouth fell, catching a dark red nipple between his lips and tongue, sucking as Lucian, attention starved, his body hypersensitive from his wounds, arched up off the bed in complete ecstasy. Images were suddenly flooded into his mind. Lucian was reminded of the nights he had pinned Logan down and rapped him, repeatedly. He was reminded of how it felt to have that tail plunging in and out of Logan's body while he had forced his lover to take his cock down that talented throat. This was payback. Lucian growled as he felt teeth take hold and roll that tender nipple. They had a strong enough bond that both men could send thoughts to the other. Demons and Angels could read the thoughts of men and only one another when the other allowed. Lucian had used that to his advantage when he first came to find Logan, and now it was being used very bluntly to tell him just why this torture was ensuing.
"Bastard." Lucian growled as he felt Logan's hand slide up his side, his thumb nail dragging along sensitive skin, forcing his body to jerk and his cock to throb. He could feel Logan's hardness through the silk against his hip. Logan wanted this just as much as he did, but he was making sure Lucian was properly "punished" for his earlier actions. He bucked up when he felt Logan grind against his thigh, teasing him with his own need.
The angel grinned, mouth moving down to lick and suckle on warm patches of flesh. His hands stroked up Lucian's body, over his arms until he stretched out far enough to straddle the other's hips.
He was a smart one, my Angel. He knew I was capable of thrusting up into him if I wanted. He was seated on me just at the right angel but those damn silk boxers would keep me out. I snarled, we both knew that I just had to get my cock inside him and Logan would be gone. Angels were incredibly sexual creatures; they just never knew it until they tasted it. It was like chocolate. After the first taste, you needed it again and again, and in Logan's case, he couldn't go more then a few hours between chocolate bars. I bucked up anyway, I wanted to tease him just as much as he was me, tease me, fuck, he was driving me insane.
His hands moved over my arms and I flexed them for him. It was only then I realized my arm didn't hurt. It felt good actually. A piece of my dream came back to me briefly and I recalled the bright light. It must have been Logan healing me again. In fact nothing hurt, everything throbbed with an electric heat he had put there. God it felt good to have him on me again. I rolled my hips, just to feel his cock stroke against my hard stomach. He purred into my ear as he licked and nipped around my collarbone. His nails scraped alone my arms, down my sides and ribs. Oh fuck it felt so good. I couldn't keep my moans in anymore, and Logan seemed to purr right along with me. He was rocking back and form on my, just enjoying the feel of the silk against his cock, against my cock, and the sound of the bed as it groaned under our weight. I was going mad.
He found my mouth with a needy growl and I was more then willing to oblige him. Our lips met, fevered tongues working to taste one another. My arms flexed again. I wanted to burry my hands in his hair, I wanted to feel his shoulders roll under my palms, grip his ass and plunge into him where I belonged. I pushed images of what I wanted to do to him into his mind. He allowed them, always had allowed me free access into his mind and I used that to mentally rape him again.
Our mouth parted and he tossed back his head, long strands of hair flooding down his shoulders and back and I watched with lust-hazed eyes. Gods be damned I wanted my hands free to pull him closer, to feel the bulge of those muscled thighs, to yank him down and burry myself in his body. I growled, frustrated with my need of him and he only smiled down on me as he slid between my thighs, his cock stroking against mine with that damn silk keeping us apart. My fangs extended, hissing at him with warning. He just laughed at me. That of course making me even angrier at my situation.
Logan smiled as he kissed his way down my chest, his warm mouth making my skin flare with heat. My stomach was sucked in as his tongue swirled around my hot spot, just below my belly button. I groaned, arching my head back and gasping when his teeth took hold the spot and tugged.
"Oh fuck baby please!" I was so hard by now I knew the bed must be soaked in my precum. My cock throbbed with such raw heat I felt I might explode. Logan just purred against my inner thigh and I arched my hips up, pleading with him silently...okay, not so silently, to take me down his throat. He avoided my dick. His tongue lapped at my thighs, his fingers pushed at my opening, his nose even nudged at the base of my balls but he refused to take me in that wonderful mouth of his.
By this time I was all demon. Snarling, hissing and thrashing against my bonds, I needed that man's mouth on my cock and I needed it now! Logan was just toying with me. We both knew we could never hurt the other, not more then a sock to the jaw in hard love play so it was this torture of waiting that he knew would ultimately punish me. I gasped out in complete frustration and looked down to the gorgeous man between my thighs. "Logan please, please!" I hated that he could get me to do this, to beg for him, but it was beg or die and I much prefer the choice that offered me a chance to get back at him.
Logan's satisfied and very arrogant smile up at me gave me cause to rolls my eyes but he most devotedly, and finally, took the tip of my cock into his mouth. His hot mouth enveloped the tip and I cried out at the shockwave ripped through me. He stroked the flat of his tongue over me, again and again, lapping up the river of precum that dribbled down the long shaft. He sucked along the path, lapping under my cock, nibbling at the gland gently until I was gasping and jerking so hard I thought I might break my spine. His mouth lifted off my dripping dick and he blew a warm breath across the wet skin. I nearly came right then and there.
Before I could, his mouth fell down on me, plunging my cock into the tight wet heat of his soft mouth. I choked on his name and he began to draw on me, lifting me up off the bed by the hips just enough to swallow me again and again. Every breath came as a groan, ever groan was followed with a gasp until I was so close I thought I would die from the pleasure of it.
Then he was gone. Just gone. And I was too dizzy with my own need that I couldn't lift my head to look for him. Then I felt him, his hands slid over my thighs, my legs had been freed but only so he could lift my hips enough to get a decent angel at me. I felt the tip of his naked cock press against my opening and I groaned a pleading "Yesss."
That's all it took and I found myself stretched around him. I cried out, bucking up so hard he had to pin me in place to keep from losing contact with me. My body arched and I felt the first thrust like it reached into my depths and stroked my soul. I couldn't breath. I couldn't see anything but the white hot light behind my eyes and Logan's face. He was pounding into me, as needed as I to cum and feel the other explode with me. His palm came down over the underside of my cock and as he thrust forward he stroked me in time. I was most grateful but not sure how long I could hold out. It had been so long since I felt Logan in me, since I felt anything in me, and my body was in complete bliss. My arms tightened and flexed again and again, I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to roll him over and fuck him as hard as he was fucking me. I bucked as best I could but with my ankles off the bed I was still forced to his desires. And then something occurred to me and my eyes came open to meet his half-masted lust coated eyes, and he knew too.
"Lucian no I...Uh!" My tail plunged into him, hard and fast. Since I felt asleep with it coiled inside my body he couldn't tie it with Angel hair and now it's blunt tip was ten inches deep inside my lover.
We were both gone. Logan was bucking so hard both on me and into me that our rhythm turned from fevered to frenzied. He was jerking me off as we battled to make one another cum and still too lost in our own bliss to know which end was up. Finally he bent over me and Logan's teeth locked into my shoulder, my weak spot and his. He clutched to me and we both spilled over into ecstasy. My cum came with such a powerful rush I felt it splash against my chin and throat. Logan came so hard he arched and plunged deep, I swear I could feel ribbons of his cum welling up in my throat.
Gasping for breath, bodies nearly steaming in the cool air of the cabin, we collapsed together in a heap of sweat, cum and silk. His legs were tangled with me, his cock still nestled deep within me and my tail buried just as deeply in him. We were fighting to catch out breath, slow our heart rates before they both exploded. My arms ached in a marvelous way but a soft growl on my part got me my freedom. My arms came around him the moment I was free and I pulled him even closer. Logan groaned, his eyes and mine both closing as we just lay there, letting out skin cool.
"Bastard."
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The afternoon went by quickly. Logan and Lucian spent some time catching up, lounging in bed and just chatting about things that had gone on while Logan had been living as a mortal. They paused now and then to stroke one another to orgasm, enjoying the slow even pace of the day, the lazy sex, and marveling in their ability to touch one another any time or way they felt like. Tangled in sheets and one another's limbs, it was only until their stomachs spoke up that they finally pulled each other out of bed to eat and shower....again.
"So Alexander and Raphael fell only two years after me? But what about Gabriel? Everyone thought he would fall before Alex, I mean, Gabriel hated being an evening angel just as much as I did." Logan put away the last dish from a late lunch as Lucian started a fire. The sky had clouded over and the temperature was dropping fast. It would be snowing before the sun went down.
"Yeah, everyone thought that too but Alexander fell in love with a mortal. A young pagan woman and you know how much the Big Guy loved that. Not only did he force Alexander, who by the way had no conviction to do it himself, to fall, but he killed the woman the very moment before he lost his memory. Alexander fell knowing his soul mate was now in heaven kissing Jesus' sandals." Lucian waved his hands over the gathering of wood and watched the orange yellow flame burst into being. Logan shook his head.
"He let her into heaven? Even though she was Pagan?" Logan came over to the couch with two glasses of wine, setting one down on the table in front of Lucian who was now seated comfortably on the floor before his roaring masterpiece.
"The rumor was he wanted Alexander to know even if he remembered who he was, what he was, and chose to kill himself to be with her, that he still wouldn't be permitted to have her. She would be in heaven serving God, the one place a fallen Angel can never be again." Logan would have snarled over the matter if he hadn't felt such absolute sorrow for Alexander. They would have to find him, later, when things settled down. Keep him from doing anything stupid.
"What about Gabriel and Raphael?" He took a sip of his wine, admiring his lovers dark crimson skin and silky black main. It was still damp from his shoulder and slicked back, highlighting his small horns and giving him a deviously sexy look. Lucian gave a slight shrug.
"Gabriel hasn't been discovered yet, but it's assumed that he is in Italy. Raphael hasn't been found either, however both left for the same reason. Tired of butchering innocent mortals for Gods enjoyment." Lucian reached back and took his wine, drawing in a swift sip before he forced himself up and joined Logan on the couch; both of them still very nude and neither complaining. Logan turned to press his back against the arm rest and small mountain of pillows. One leg lifted at the knee and the other with foot flat on the ground. With his one in one hand, he used the other to motion Lucian close. The other didn't hesitate to take up the invitation. He pivoted and pressed his back against Logan's chest, arms draped over the angel's thighs, one hand keeping his wine from tipping.
"Why Italy?" Logan nudged the hair from his lover's well-defined shoulder and nibbled lightly on the strong column of his throat. Lucian purred softly, the rumbling in his chest vibrating them both pleasantly. Lucian shrugged the shoulder not being nibbled on.
"There was a lot of talk that he had a brother that lived in Italy, I wouldn't doubt that his sibling found him the moment he fell and is keeping them both hidden there. Gabriel's brother, another fallen angel, Decius, fell ages ago."
"Oh yeah I remember that. Wow, he was one of the first. I didn't know he was Gabriel's brother."
"Well Decius is wanted back, by God and by Satan. He isn't in either plan so we know he lives, but no one knows where he is, or even if he is awaken to his former life, but everything is pretty sure he is. He is trying to stay under the radar of both sides, it wouldn't shock me if he is keeping Gabriel out of trouble too."
Logan's hand slid up Lucian's chest, tugging lightly on a nipple and echoed a purr from the demon once more. His lips parted with a soft sigh, black eyes closing dreamily. This was bliss. Logan lifted his head and took a sip of wine, swirling it over his tongue before using his free hand to move Lucian's mouth close enough for a heated kiss. They both moaned against the others lips before parting with soft smiles.
"Why does Satan want Decius?" Logan nuzzled the side of Lucian's neck as the other took a sip of wine. He tilted his head, eyes closing again.
"Something about the blood of the maker within him. Seems Decius is a rather powerful weapon against the High and Mighty One. Satan is looking, more or less, to keep that weapon from vanishing. If God finds Decius, he is as good as ash. The creator of all is not prone to many mistakes but he made a big one when he let Decius fall rather then destroying him." Lucian stretched out lazily, like a big jungle cat getting the kinks out of its muscles. Logan grinned as he stroked his open palm up the demon's stomach and chest, enjoying the feel of him. Outside the small cabin, the sun was setting, snow was falling pretty steadily and the creatures of the world were settling in for a cold night.
"Are you sorry? About Rex I mean." Lucian's comment caught Logan a little off guard and he blinked, remembering his long relationship with the other man.
"I'm sorry he is hurt, I never wanted that for him, not really. But I'm not sorry I traded him for you." He smiled and kissed Lucian's shoulder. The other man grinned and squeezed Logan's thigh firmly.
"He was a prick." Lucian smirked.
"Yes he was." Logan laughed. "but he still didn't deserve what he got." Lucian mumbled something under his breath but Logan let it go.
Knock knock
Both men lifted their heads toward with door with an arched brow. Lucian moved to stand but Logan stopped him.
Ignore them, they will go away. He sent the message directly into Lucian's mind and the other nodded, settling once more.
Knock knock
Logan rolled his eyes but he was not getting up just so Kimmy of all people could throw her arms around him and thank god he was alive or something else to that pointless affect.
Knock knock
Logan growled and Lucian sat up as the other rose on a curse. Logan struggled to get on his jeans as he moved to the door.
"This had better be damn important I said I didn't want to be disturb....ed...?" Throwing back the door, once Lucian was ducked into the bedroom to dress and change the collar of his skin, Logan was rather shocked to see who was standing there. "Marie. Uh...hello, what are you doing here?"
Marie's copper curls were hanging loose at her shoulders. Her simple white silk blouse was buttoned up nearly to her throat and I was thankful for that. The last thing I needed was this lovely and seemingly intelligent woman throwing herself at me. Her black leather pants, something one might seen on a woman at a club rather then a ranch, were sucking up the light in the room unlike anything I'd ever seen. She smiled up at me and like before I found myself smiling back at her. However the smile didn't touch her eyes, in fact those soft brown eyes seemed to be sad, very sad.
"I'm sorry for the interruption Mr. Sabian, I came to speak with you if you don't mind. I promise to be brief." Her soft voice was soothing; it set me at ease like everything else about her. I nodded and opened the door more for her, stepping to the side to allow her entrance. I suddenly recalled I was half naked.
"Come on in, excuse me a moment, let me get a shirt." I moved to retrieve one from the bedroom but she called me to pause.
"No need I wont be that long." She smiled again, but again that smile didn't reach her sad eyes. It was then Lucian came from the bedroom, his fingers sliding through his blond hair to pull it up into a tail. He looked at me with a smile then looked around the room for the voice he had heard. I blinked when I saw him go stark white.
"What are you doing here?" I blinked at Lucian's reaction, a cold chill reminding me to close the door. Something I hadn't notice before now was in the forefront of my mind. It was twenty degrees out and Marie wasn't wearing a coat.
"Lucian, you have to take Logan to the underworld now. We don't' have time to argue about it, you are both in great danger here." I blinked at them both now.
"Excuse me what are you..." but Lucian cut me off.
"In danger from who? You?" He folded his arms over his chest, wrinkling up the white T he had pulled on. Marie sighed and looked out the window briefly before striding toward us both.
"No, from Him. He will be coming for you any time, I can't hide you any longer. If you don't flea to Hell now I will not be able to stop him from taking you both." To say I was confused was a large understatement. But something told me this "Him" was the one I had fallen to get away from.
"Hold it, Marie, what are you talking about, Lucian do you know her or something?" My temper flared as I came to stand beside my blond demon, looking at Marie as if she had lost her little female mind.
"You broke the rules Lucian and you know it." They were both ignoring me. "You don't have a choice, the entire world felt him awaken, I have to protect you both." Marie folded her arms over her chest, trying to look intimidating but her small stature beside Lucian's towering muscled body took all her thunder.
"I did nothing to bring it about, he did it on his own. I followed the rules, he woke on his own and he is mine. You and He can fuck off!" Lucian's body darkened to crimson, his hair streaming black as tail and horns came forth once more. I suddenly got what was going on.
"Satan." I whispered.
Marie looked up at me and signed, the sudden motion of her chest caused her hair to tumble over one shoulder and it blackened to coal and straighten in to streams of seamless raven. Her warm skin came to match Lucian's crimson, her height extending on long tapered legs while those black and white garments melted in a flowing gown of blacks and deep purples. Shadows around the room seemed to swirl around as if alive, while two horns broke through her forehead, extending up into sharp points rather then the small blunt attachments Lucian bore. Her soft brown eyes seemed to freeze and became ice violet and burned with black flames. Her elegance was stunning, her body toned and skin flawless, her hair shimmering in the fire light like polished stone. She met those frozen eyes to Lucian who was for lack of a better expression, hissing at her.
"You do not have a choice in this Lucian. The laws are clear. You claimed him as toy before he awoke, then...."
"He is mine Satana!" Lucian wasn't going to hear it. He had made up his mind that I wasn't going anywhere and I couldn't blame him. I was at a loss for what was going on.
"Lucian I don't have time to tell you the whole story, if we don't get you both out of here within the next few moments I will loose you both, I wont allow that! I'll take you both by force if I have to and explain later but one way or another you are both coming with me." Both demons exposed their black-clawed hands with a snarl and moved to lung at one another. I had had enough. From my back both sets of black-feathered wings came forth, splattering black crimson blood against the white wall behind me but I no longer felt any pain from the process. I thrust myself between the two devils and lifted my wings to break their eye contact.
"Enough!" Lucian tried to push me aside but Marie, I mean Satan, stood up straight and paused as she looked at me, as if measuring something inside me. I saw her claws retract and so I turned to Lucian, taking him by the wrists and looked into his very soul. "No one is taking me anywhere until I find out what the hell is going on. All right?"
Lucian didn't seem very pleased by my comment, but it was enough to calm him down to a point of reason. He let his claws retract back to normal and I moved to stand beside him, looking on at the woman that stood before us. With the fire behind her, the shadows on the walls bending to her very presence, and the soft unholy wind that stirred the wafting edges of her layered gown, it was some sight to see.
She moved to take a seat in the lazy-boy. Lucian didn't move, he kept his eyes on her. I took a seat as well; something told me I was going to need it.
"Start explaining Lady." I had never met Satan, was never really on my top ten things to do, but I knew that she, like all of us, had once been an Angel and servant of God. Her cold eyes shifted from Lucian to me and I just arched a brow. She drew in a breath.
"When an Angel falls, they have until the first birthing of their wings to remember who they are. Most times, a Fallen will remember their past about the time puberty hits. You were different. You went nearly 12 years past the normal date. Lucian came to me, told me he wanted to invoke the right of a Demon to mortal. Demons can take control of mortals that have been abandoned by God. Like murders, pagans, so on, people that god refuses to admit to heaven, no matter how badly they may plead for forgiveness. Believe it or not, God holds a grudge. Fallen angels fit in that category. The catch is, if the demon takes a Fallen, they cannot be allowed to recall who or what they are. I have to admit that even I thought you were never going to wake up Logan. Lucian has been with you since the day you were found in a dumpster. It was he who placed you on the doorstep of that family you knew as your own." Lucian flicked inwardly, I saw it in my mind but only because our connection was that strong. I tried not to look at him, I knew that would only embarrass him further, but I made a mental note to thank him.
"He watched over you all your life, sending you signals as best he could without directly interfering. No one is allowed to tell you who and what you are, it's against the rules so to speak. So when Lucian came here to take you as his toy, his servant, he knew he couldn't let on to your past."
"And I didn't!" Lucian roared at her his fang lengthening out of rage and I spared him a glance.
"Wait, if he wasn't allowed to tell me what I was then why do it when he first got here, why birth my wings for me? Lucian wouldn't do that knowing it condemned me." I was getting more and more confused, none of this made any sense.
"You were claimed, once claimed you can be told what you were, but not who. If you remember who you are after being claimed then it doesn't matter." Satan looked at Lucian again and sighed. "Lucian's motive was to have you remember on your own, and hoped that would snap you out of it enough to recall the rest on your own."
"And he did. Damn it Satana, he remembered and woke on his own!" Lucian was fuming by now, apparently this was making perfect sense to only him. Then it hit me.
"No....no I didn't. You told me you loved me." My voice was so soft, I could barely hear the thoughts forming in my head. "In the water, when you were delirious with the fever. You said you loved me. That's what made me remember." I looked up at Lucian and he squinted at me, trying with all he had to remember just what he had said.
"Oh god... I did...I fuck Logan I'm so sorry." He looked like he might cry. The strength left him, it just drained out of him and he toppled on weak knees to the floor, one hand struggling to catch him as he fell but he hit before he knew what happened. I sat still, I was in too much shock myself to act on my desire to move to him. "Oh god Logan, I'm so sorry."
"This can't be the end of it I mean....he didn't know what he was saying...I...I had that dream, the dream it has to be the reason I..." She cut me off.
"I'm sorry Logan, it was Lucian's words that caused the dream, caused you to remember. I have to take you, for your own good." Her ice eyes looked sad, even with the frost that seemed to cover them. I shook my head and stood up.
"No way, I'm not going, I'll take you out if I have to I wont...."
"You don't understand Logan." Lucian's soft voice, half choked with tears broke through my growing anger. "She isn't the one that's enforcing this. She is here to protect you from God. He has every right to destroy you now, take you out of existence as if you never were. She wants to take us to Hell, to keep us out of his reach."
"What?" I was getting that familiar confused feeling again.
"They aren't my rules Logan, they are Gods. When you awoke, it took everything I had to mask you and Lucian from him. I have you 24 hours, it's all I could do, you are just too powerful, and you grow more powerful every time you use your abilities. I can't keep you masked much longer, His minions are already looking for you both. If I don't take you now, both of you, he will find you, and destroy you." She got up as I helped Lucian to his feet. He looked so ashamed, as if he had condemned me to this. I pulled him to me, using our mental path to speak.
This isn't your fault baby. You didn't make the rules, and I'm hardly going to blame you for talking when you were as out of it as you were. He didn't respond.
"Look, there is a way out of this but I need you both to come with me now before He finds you. If he gets to you before you complete this task I can't help you. You have to trust me on this."
"Then take my wings. If you turn me mortal then God wont have any choice but to accept that price for Logan's life. A Demon that gives up his power is equal to..."
"That wont be necessary Lucian. There is another way, but it wont be easy."
"We will take it." I asserted. I knew where Lucian was going, he wanted to trade his power, his demon birthright for my life and his. Tear of a Demon's or an Angel's wings, and they became mortal, giving up all their power. I wasn't going to allow that, no matter what. "I'm not letting you live as a mortal Lucian, forget it."
"You don't understand Logan, the only way you can stay out of God's radar is to rid yourself of the blood of God. Lucian was born a demon, but you, you are like a white light in the dark to God, a beckon that will take you both out if you are not careful. You will have to embed your wings, seal them within you and never use a hint of power for this to work. I can mask you to a point as long as you do but you are still growing in power, you only have so much time before nothing I can do will save you from him."
"How do we rid him of the blood? I mean, I didn't know you could do that." Lucian was looking more hopeful but he was now sharing my lost expression.
"I can't. But I know someone who can. Or rather, I know of someone that can." She met my eyes and then I knew as well.
"Decius."
"Yes," she responded to me, "Decius is your only hope, but finding him, as mortals no less, is going to be difficult at best. And you only have about three weeks to do it. That's as long as I can predict my ability to mask you, given neither of you use your powers while searching.
"But why would Decius have this ability and no one else? He was an Angel too, he fell just like the rest of him, what makes him different?" Lucian was too much like me, he didn't like questions and puzzles, he wanted straight answers.
"We can't get into that right now. He is on his way here, you both must leave, at once." She stood back from the fire as the flames leapt up to a roaring vortex of black and crimson, swirling until it opened a portal into the depths of Hell.
"Wait," I pulled back where as Lucian was already headed for the Gateway. He paused to look at me. "We don't have a clue where to start, Decius could be anywhere."
"You will have to start with Alexander. Gabriel swore he would find Alexander and protect him when he fell. If you find Alexander, you will find Gabriel, and...."
"And Gabriel will lead us to Decius? What if Decius doesn't want to help his bother?" I interjected; this was too much of a gamble.
"We don't have a choice Logan. If we can't find Decius, we will both have to pay the price of our wings. This is our best shot of getting around the rules." My demon was right of course, but I hated being told what to do, and by a woman no less, Satan to top it off. I growled.
"You must go Logan, he has come to destroy you. Lucian, take him to my palace, We will discuss this more there, now go!" I felt as if a large hand had scooped me up and shoved me forward, up until the last possibly moment when it was clear I had to step inside of my own free will. Lucian went first. I glanced back and noticed that Satana looked as if she was mentally preparing herself for a war. I didn't doubt she had one in store for her when God found out what we were up to. Defeat God by using his own cast out refugees against him. Oh yeah, he was going to love this. I turned, and then I followed the only being in the universe I had ever loved, into the Gates of Hell.