Fallen Angels discussion

Gardner?? My god, I have a gardner! Only in England! Well, at least the little guy likes the place--of course he got lost 3 times just trying to find the --what did he call it--the lavatory?? Right--the can--that's what we call it in good old America, the can! Honestly if he wasn't so cute, I would be thinking twice about inviting him over!

Alex wrote: "Hahaha. Umm, can I just say hun; ANTHONY doesn't wear makeup 'till Klaus made him..."

are you referring to the chapter??? Ah no--he has to--c'mon give me a break---be nice to me--I'm old and mean--don't make me rewrite my chapter!!

Sam bats her puppy dog eyes at Alex--pwetty pwease????

Alex wrote: "-_-' FINE. I guess he can wear subtle before... And Usion forced him to before he fell... And Klaus makes him change the type and how he wears it as he secretly wears it."

thank you Oh Sensei!!!!

Alex wrote: ".... I can't help but think anime, as head writers are called sensei as well as teachers...."

LOL--here it is the name for a karate instructor--the leader-in which you are--in all things related to our little adventure!!

Alex wrote: "I don't think I like Anthony wearing makeup though... :/"

ok--we need to talk

Alex wrote: "Yes, we do..."

where?

Alex wrote: "Sam! Just spoke to Jamie! He's lovely... So long as I don't like him too!"

WAIT---You DID WHAT???

Alex wrote: ".... I spoke to him....? *prepares for mega-slap or something* He was very nice, I might have flirted a LITTLE...


Anthony fumbled with the keys. "I-I've forgotten which one i-" The figure behind ..."

YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!!!!!

hahaha, trouble little big sis...? ;)

Lizzie wrote: "hahaha, trouble little big sis...? ;)"

Hello sweetie---Please--Please--keep him from talking to Jaime--Please!!!

Alex wrote: "Sammy2006 wrote: "Lizzie wrote: "hahaha, trouble little big sis...? ;)"

Hello sweetie---Please--Please--keep him from talking to Jaime--Please!!!"

Twas kinda sorta me.... *raises hand* doing Lizz..."

WHAT????

SO you spoke with Jaime to do Lizzie a favor---and don't for a minute think I did not notice that you are conveniently off skype so I cannot yell at you!!!

Alex wrote: "NO! I was commenting as Lizzie on HERE, silly! And I spoke to him of my own accord to see if he's right for Brother Bear!! (code for L****)"

OMG--I got the CODE NAME---I am not an IDIOT!!! LOLOLOLO!!!!!

You are in so much trouble---you are VERY lucky I am not able to speak with you until thursday---NO---NO---ABSOLUTELY NO talking with Jaime until I talk with you thursday!

Promise right now---ON the TRIP---PROMISE!!!!!

Alex wrote: "ANYWAY, 'BEEN POSTING STORY SEGMENTS HERE WITH NO REPLY!"

I'll GIVE YOU REPLIES!!!!

Alex wrote: "I-I'm in trouble? *shrinks*

Coming down the stairs a few minutes later with the laundry baskets (yes, plural), Anthony began to load the washer, unaware that Klaus was watching him. His hair was t..."

If one were to observe Klaus as he watched Anthony from the shadowed corridor, two words would spring to mind--hungry and mean. Yes hungry and mean described Klaus completely. His gaze rested on his angel--HIS angel--the very thought made him twist in glee and...maybe just a little guilt? "I treat him like shit and he just takes it. Why? What does he want from me?"

Alex wrote: "


The house was always spotless. Anthony made sure of that. It was the only way he could keep a place of residence; to live with Klaus, but be near enough his servant. If he wanted water, he got i..."

"Course then again, maybe I like to see you in rags. hmmm? Maybe I like having a Cinderella around--is that what you are?? A Cinderella?? SO, maybe that means I get to be your Prince, hmmm?"

Klaus leaned in, pushing Anthony up against the washer, batting his hand away as if he was nothing more than a pesky gnat. Bending over the fragile waif of a boy, Klaus slowly licked his lips as if he were getting ready to dine on a delectable morsel. Anthony trembled, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes going wide.

"Jesus, he is fucking gorgeous. And those damn eyes...a man could drown in those eyes." Klaus leaned in so close that with just a mere fraction of an inch his lips would brush against Anthony.

"but no...that is just what he wants--me...bowing to him...lusting after him...playing his game. Wants me to believe his innocent act...well I'm not buying it--nobody "helps" anybody for free--nobody "loves" unconditionally. Damn, he almost had me by the balls."

In just that second, Klaus' face turned foreboding and harsh. His voice snapped out like a whip causing Anthony to flinch and recoil in fear.

"Get this shit cleaned up!" And after you're done here there's a kitchen floor that needs to be scrubbed--on your hands and knees--do you hear me??"

Klaus was yelling now, his fists clenched hard, his breathing erratic. He was so mad, so angry. He was NOT falling in love---HE WAS NOT!

Alex wrote: "The angel trembled against the washer. Using his slender arms, he pulled himself up onto the washer itself and dropped his head down, almost as if he were bowing.

"Y-Yes, Klaus..." A tear dropped ..."


Klaus carefully crouched down and gently tucked a strand of blond hair behind one delicate ear. He looked at the sleeping form of his angel. "oh god, he is just....he is just so beautiful." Klaus slowly traced one finger over Anthony's cheek. As if pulled by some unseen force, he than reached down to caress the pouty lips, licking his own as if in anticipation of kissing the boy who lie splayed out on his kitchen floor. As if moving through a dream, Klaus found himself bending closer and closer toward his angel. Just as their lips were about to touch, Anthony opened his eyes and looked up at Klaus. This time there was no fear...no shadow fell over that piercing lavender gaze. No this time those eyes beheld Klaus with the purest expression of love. Klaus froze and drank in the sight of his angel. He felt a stirring in his groin, his heart began beating faster and his lips parted as his breath began to come in great gulps, causing him to pant just a little. They stayed there, eyes locked together, hearts beating out a frantic pace, lips wet and ready. Then Anthony spoke

Alex wrote: "His voice was soft, running like fresh honey; sticky; sweet; syrupy; one would have thought it impossible for a newly-woken person to speak in such a way. His hands went to Klaus' neck instinctivel..."

Klaus looked down at the dismal little heap before him. Had he done that? Had he been that harsh, that cruel? Klaus gave himself a mental shake. Who cares if he did--this was nothing but a lying little bastard. That's right Klaus knew exactly what he was dealing with. Ever since his family had died, people had been trying to worm their way into his life. They wanted to "fix" him..."heal" him...bastards! All they really wanted was his money--his Father had been a successful business man before his death and had left Klaus quite well off. SO yeah, he know what this little "angel" wanted---and he was damned if he was going to fall for this innocent act again!

"Get up and get your sorry ass to bed."

Anthony flinched again at the harsh tone in the other man's voice. He crawled around Klaus, slowly rising to his feet His shoulders hunched as if at any moment expecting bows to rain down upon his head and back.

"I expect a proper english breakfast by 7am tomorrow--after all my little angel wouldn't want me to be late now would he?

Anthony mumbled something. "WELL, WOULD HE?" Klaus' voice rolled like thunder over miserable boy who stood in the kitchen doorway.

Anthony said, "N--n-n-no."

"NO WHAT, BOY?" The man's voice dripped with anger, slicing at Anthony.

"N-n-n-no S--s--suh--sir!"

"Good. Now get the fuck out of my sight!"

And with that, Klaus turned his back on the miserable angel.

Klaus walked into his room and closed his bedroom door. He pressed up against it and ran an hand over his face. If he closed his eyes, he knew the image of a pale lithe figure would rise immediately to mind. A firm body, creamy skin and shapely legs. Legs that seemed to go on forever and ever...that led right up to a fine shapely ass--oh god, what he wouldn't give to grab that ass with both hands. And then to thrust in...Klaus shook himself, trying to think clearly the lust-filled fog that was enveloping his mind.

He groaned and pushed away from the door, stumbling to his bed. As he stripped himself down to bare skin (Klaus always slept in the nude--any kind of clothing caused him to toss and turn all night--making him feel as though his very bedclothes were choking him). Pushing at his half hard shaft, he climbed into bed and tried to find sleep--it was elusive at best.

Alex wrote: "Meanwhile, Anthony's shivers became more and more distracting; he found himself thinking of Klaus in his sleep; Klaus didn't love- no, he didn't like Anthony.

The angel bolted up, shaking. "A-Ahh..."



Klaus jerked as if on fire.

"Who the hell was in bed with him? Janie? No, god Janie was dead. what the fuc...?"

Klaus looked down to see the huddled, trembling angel in his arms. Desperately trying to shake the last remnants of sleep from his weary mind, he realized for the first time that he was holding the younger man to his chest and stroking his hair. "god, how this felt so right! When did I stop feeling? When did I become the bastard I am? This boy, this..angel deserves more, so much more. Jesus, he is so damn hot, so beautiful. Maybe just one kiss...just one..."

Klaus grabbed Anthony's chin gently and raised his face to meet his own. Such a beautiful face, and those lips...a guy could get lost in the softness of those lips. Dipping his head ever so slightly, he brushed his lips against Anthony's cheek, and then began trailing a line of gentle nips and pecks down the boys face until he hovered right above his lips.

"Tell me now if you want me to stop...now, because once I start I don't know...don't know if I can stop." Anthony remained frozen, mute. In a slightly harsher tone, Klaus demanded an answer again. "I want an answer angel--do you hear me? I NEED an answer...I NEED...you...oh sweet mother of god...you ...need...

Klaus was a mere breath away from taking Anthony's lips and ravishing them. His breath came in short bursts, his heart beating so fast his head was spinning. Anthony stared at him, lips parted slightly, panting with ...need...yes...need. Wetting his lips, Anthony strained to close the narrow window of space that separated him from the man who had alternately tormented and drove him mad with desire...desire that previous to this moment he had not even known existed.

With one last push, Anthony felt his lips press against the firm flesh of Klaus' mouth. Electricity shot through him as his body jerked in a spasm of absolute need and desire. Two hot bodies collided as one kiss ignited a passion that threatened to destroy them both. After what seemed like an eternity, Klaus broke away and drew in a harsh deep breath. He looked down at the sensuous sight before him. Hair tousled, lips red and full from the bruising kiss, mouth parted slightly, breath escaping in hot little pants, his angel looked debauched, sexy, so damn hot.

And then he spoke...

Are you back on now. Or are you breaking rules??!!??

Alex wrote: "...Breaking rules/. *shhhhh* I'm innocent here; sat in "my" room (aka Mum and Dad's) watching Disney (aka catching up on crap). Please don't say ANYTHING!!

Anthony also managed to fall out of the ..."

My lips are sealed. I missed you sweet boy. Be careful!!! And send me the next chapter please!

Alex wrote: "... I haven't done the next chapter... I'll get it done at school, and type it up at home."

Klaus leaned closer, his hand snaking out toward the soft halo of hair that surrounded the boy's face. Just as he was about to touch the golden crown of curls, he jerked back as if stung.

"What am I doing? God this guy has me all in knots, thinking about shit that I haven't thought of...since..well since before the accident. What is his power over me?? Why do I feel as though I should hold him safe in my arms, protect him one minute and kiss him the next? Get a grip Klaus--this shit has got to stop right the hell now, before I let this guy worm his way nay further inside my head, inside my he..."

Klaus cut the thought off before his lust addled brain could finish it. He shook himself roughly, giving himself a mental slap upside the head. No more nice guy. Look at where it lead---to this! Klaus cleared his throat loudly. Anthony started and opened his eyes, disoriented, trying to wake up after a night of unbroken sleep and dreams that were so real he felt as though he had walked a living nightmare.

"Get up pretty boy! I told you to have breakfast ready by 8am and it's almost 9am now--get your lazy ass out of bed!" Klaus was early barking the orders by the time he had finished. He watched with some amusement as Anthony sprang from the bed, hurriedly pulling on ripped jeans and an oversized black tee. As he noticed the fine tremble that had begun in the boy, Klaus felt a momentary twinge of guilt that made him pause. Looking down at the boy, Klaus felt himself leaning in, closing the gap and, to his horror, reaching out to caress the creamy pale cheek of his angel.

Hey there--I am home today! Hope your day went well!

Alex wrote: "Anthony remained, breathing heavily. What had been done to him? He felt a flutter in his stomach; it was a heavy stone, a sinking; it felt as though his heart was dissolving. Breaking. But it was i..."

Klaus watched with a bemused expression on his face. His calm exterior a false front for the uneasy thoughts running through his head. What the hell is wrong with me? Do I really like this guy? I can't seem to keep my hands off of him. Jesus, it makes me hard just watching him. The whole thing was disturbing. He could not let himself be drawn to this boy...this angel. He needed to keep his feelings in check--make sure the other man knew none of what he was actually feeling. Hell, he wasn't even sure what it was that he was feeling himself.

Anthony placed a plate of eggs and sausages in front of Klaus and stepped back, bowing his head, his hands clasped behind his back. He knew that whether or not he ate was completely up to the man he had just served. If he found it to his liking, then Anthony would be allowed to sit and have some as well. But, if the breakfast fell short of the man's rigid standards--standards that seemed to be constantly changing, Anthony thought to himself, why then the boy would go hungry. That had been happening a lot recently--Klaus was so growly, wanting more than Anthony was able to give. As hard as the boy tried to stay one step ahead of the older man, he never seemed to get it right. And now...there was so much tension--so much sexual tensions in the air. Anthony did not understand what was happening--why he was desperate to be touched by Klaus at times and at others totally repulsed. The whole ordeal made his so sick---he simply did not know how much longer he could go on like this.

Alex wrote: ""I-I hope you like it, K-Kl... Sir..." He said, pulling a strand of his loose silver hair back over his shoulder. On his nimble toes, Anthony danced over to the sink, and began to draw hot water fo..."

...Klaus holding a plate heaped with under his nose. With tears pooling in his lavender eyes and lower lip trembling, Anthony reached up to take the plate.

Why...why do you hate me so much?

Klaus cocked his head to one side and stared down at the trembling angel. Slowly, he reached up and with one finger wiped the tear that was cascading down the creamy pale cheek. He stood, transfixed, drinking in the beauty of the boy that stood before him. How could one small man come to mean so much to him, so quickly? Shit! Could it be that he was falling in love?

Before he allowed his thoughts to get any closer to the idea he abruptly turned away and muttered:

Eat fast pretty boy, we leave for school in 20 minutes. And make sure you clean up this kitchen before you meet me at the car.

Alex wrote: "Anthony feasted for the first time since his fall that morning; the kitchen sparkled after he'd finished.

He went for a shower, and, seeing as it was a "casual" day for school, he braided his hair..."

Klaus looked back at his boy--or should he say his girl. Anthony was dressed in a short black mini-skirt, with a white blouse that tended to slide down off one pale creamy shoulder. Around his neck was the new shiny black collar that Klaus had made him wear. In the center of the collar was a tiny silver lock holding the necklace in place. Klaus fingered the key in his pocket, smiling to himself. His slave girl looked very pretty today! Suddenly a thought occurred to him. With a low seductive purr in his voice he turned and asked,

No, pants under that pretty little skirt right?

Anthony shot Klaus a confused look as he stumbled in the high heeled lace up boots he was wearing.

(i>Fuck, what do you call them? Uhm...Knickers--that's right--no knickers under there right pretty girl?

Klaus watched with amusement as the little color ever present in his slave's face drained away. Guess he didn't know that today he was going to school commando!

Alex wrote: ""K-Kl... Sir.... W-Why can't I we-wear anything...U-Underneath...?" He mumbled, fumbling with the laces on the boots. Klaus shot his 'girl' such a vicious look, Anthony bit his lip and silenced him..."

Klaus froze, his shaft hardening against the fabric of his jeans. God, he had to get a grip!

No way angel face! We're already late--you'll just have to make do with what you have on---and speaking of that...GIVE...NOW!

Klaus held out his hand. Anthony gulped and slowly slid his hands up under the tiny skirt. Grabbing hold of his underpants, he slowly slid them down, wriggling his hips and thrusting upward to pull them completely off. He put the tiny red thong into Klaus' outstretched hand and felt himself blush a bright red. He hated the man seated across the car from him...and yet...there was something so...hot...so very sexy about knowing that nothing but a flimsy piece of skirt separated him from the rough hands of the boy seated behind the driver's wheel. Anthony's heart began to beat at a frantic pace and one thought raced through his mind.

oh gods, what is happening to me? Why do I feel...so excited

Alex wrote: "Anthony leant for'ard in the seat, putting his head near his knees. He was in deep thought. T-This is supposed t-to be my p-present...?

Klaus clearly didn't understand why Anthony was doing wha..."

Klaus whipped his hand up and behind Anthony's head, dragging him to within mere inches of his face. His tongue reached out and licked a slow line across the angel's lips. Panting slightly he bent down and slowly kissed the tender lips. As he did, the other boy began to frantically push at the older man's chest trying desperately to escape the kiss. Klaus remained lip-locked, his kiss gradually becoming a bruising assault against Anthony's mouth. The angel pushed against him in vain--his puny strength no match for the rock hard wall of flesh the other man represented. Anthony whimpered and to his absolute horror felt his traitorous lips begin to respond to the blazing kiss.

Alex wrote: "A slap hit Klaus' cheek; no response; Anthony's legs flailed. Y-You bastard... Tears fell down onto the leather seat; Anthony trembled; it was the worst birthday of his now sixteen years."

Klaus pulled back, breathing harshly. Finally he saw the tears running down the angel's cheeks. Guilt washed over him and he felt his insides twist and turn. Bile rose in his throat as the need to relieve his stomach of its contents pushed forward into his throat. What had he just done? How had he lost control...AGAIN! Klaus felt the sickening wash of shame pour over him. What would his Mum say to him if she could have seen what he had just done? He felt a wash of pure grief and defeat hit him like a wall. Dully, he said:

Get the fuck out and get some proper clothes on. You have 10 minutes and after that I'm leaving without you.

Anthony's face registered shock. Klaus blanched at the expression. He had done that--he had made the boy afraid--and on his birthday to boot. Klaus felt the shame within slowly change to anger. It began as a small fire within him but quickly rose too volcano like proportions. Why the fuck did he feel bad? What the hell did he care about some damn angel's birthday anyway. After all who the fuck cared about HIS birthday? No ONE! That's who--fucking no one! Klaus turned with a snarl and said:

STOP THAT FUCKING SNIVELING! Now get your ass inside the house and change or you're going to regret that you were ever born. Fucking birthday shit--GO!

Alex wrote: "Emerging about 5 minutes later with ruined makeup, and the plainest clothes possible, Anthony got in the car.

The car started; the radio came on; usually the angel would complain of the volume; no..."

The drive was tense the entire way. Every once in a while, Klaus would clear his throat and Anthony would visibly tense. The one time Klaus moved his hand to fumble with the volume button of the radio, the angel actually flinched. Klaus had a running diatribe going on in his head--berating himself over everything that had happened that morning. He knew he had to do something to ease the tension or he was going to explode. And if he did that he wasn't so sure what he would do--maybe hit...maybe...fuck...maybe something that would still cause bruises but not the kind that came from abuse...the kind that came from...passion. SHIT! He needed to make this better and now!

Clearing his throat he said, Uhm, I thought we could maybe go out for dinner tonight--I mean--since its your birthday and all. A person shouldn't have to cook on their birthday, At least that's what my Mum always told my Dad.

Anthony turned shocked eyes toward Klaus and choked out a reply.

Alex wrote: ""

pretty

Alex wrote: ""Yeah, whatever." He mumbled."

SHIT! Now the damn angel was going to sulk! Ok, he could do this. Just stay positive-don't let the anger get the best of you . And for god's sakes don't look at his face--those damn eyes get you every time. Now man up and make this the happiest fucking birthday that slave boy has ever had!

Great--Hooters it is!

Anthony looked questioningly at Klaus, not saying a word.

You know...Hooters?? Where the chicks wear tight tank tops and tiny flirty shorts?? You know--sex on a stick??

Again, the angel stared uncomprehendingly---what was a hooter and why was Klaus talking about SEX???

Klaus began to get frustrated, This birthday crap was going to drive him crazy. Getting a grip on his anger, he said:

Jesus Christ! Hooters is a restaurant back in the states. All the waitresses have tits out to here and are willing to put out. So, I guess your deafening silence is a no. Fine, we'll go to Zombardis and have pizza. God you are the biggest pain in the ass, slave boy!

Alex wrote: ""Fine." Anthony wasn't up for anything, not least with Klaus.He was desperate to do SOMETHING however and, upon leaving the car abruptly in the car park, sprinted over to his best friend Charlie an..."

Klaus paced and fumed...fumed and paced. The phone rang and rang. No answer--yet he know the angel was there--knew the angel was hiding from his at that Charlie's house. Fucker! He hated that boy--no matter that he didn't even know him--he had what Klaus wanted--ANTHONY!

Pulling on his shoes and grabbing his keys, Klaus headed to his car. He was going over there and dragging the little angel back by his hair if necessary! Te drive took mere minutes but to Klaus it was like a lifetime. Pulling to a roaring screeching stop in front of Charlie's house, Klaus left the engine running as he bounded out of the car and up to the front door. Just as he was about to pound with his fist upon the door, it was yanked open and a clearly pissed off Anthony stood in the faint light of the hallway.

Alex wrote: ""Go. Home. I'm not g-going with you... I-I'll be home tomorrow, o-ok?" The angel had folded his arms; another pair of arms slid around him; Charlie's. "Is he bothering you, Annie...?" He gave Klaus..."

Klaus saw red---later he would swear that he could not be held responsible--later when he was talking to the police and fucking Charlie's parents and slave boy was in his room--LOCKED in his room crying. Who knew he had the ability to break someone's nose with his fist. All in all, Klaus was smirking inside==even as he tried his damndest to look sincere and sorry on the outside.

Thank you so much Inspector for not pursuing this--I just was beside myself. I mean I am the boy's guardian and I saw the other boy--what's his name again? Oh yes--Charlie--well I saw him practically raping my sweet angel, er, Anthony and of course I had to step in. I really do apologize for losing my temper that way...yes, of course...no, never again Inspector...I certainly WILL keep a tighter rein on the boy...thank you so much...good day to you as well.

Klaus turned from the door, picked up the leather belt and began to walk down the corridor to Anthony's room. Someone had an ass whipping coming and then they would have a little chat!

Alex wrote: ""G-Get it over with..." He mumbled, standing up from where he had been sat on the bed. In the corner of his room, the pile of clothes from the morning lay scrunched up.

"I-I won't a-answer you bac..."

He saw the angel tense, a small whimper escaping his rigid form. Klaus lowered his arm and ran a hand roughly through his hair--he hurled the belt across the room where it landed with a sound that resembled a gun shot. Anthony seemed to cave inward with fear.

With a cry, Klaus snatched up the boy into his arms and buried his face in his hair. Trailing kisses down his head to his cheek, his lips felt as though they were on fire. Anthony groaned aloud and turned his head and feverishly began to respond with small kisses of his own saying over and over again:

"I hate you, hate you, hate you."

Klaus moaned in response and closed over Anthony's mouth with a brutal kiss, putting all his frustration, all his anger and YES, all his LOVE into it!

Anthony clung to the other man like a drowning victim, whimpering and grasping at his shirt. As Klaus trailed his hand lower, Anthony thrust his hips into the other man;s groin, and sparks erupted behind Anthony's closed eyes. Frantic hands pulled and tugged at shirts and zippers. A fierce animal heat had consumed both men and there was no stopping this storm of raw emotion.

As they broke from their kiss, Klaus looked into his Angel's story eyes, taking in the flushed cheeks and pouty red lips that almost appeared bruised from the passionate kisses. In a hoarse voice that was laden with lust, he said:

"Tell me now...tell me now if you want me to stop."

Alex wrote: "The boy closed his eyes, still giggling. "K-Klaus, what a-are you doing...?" He had always known nudity to be an embaressing prospect; beautiful, but embaressing.

He sighed. Rolling over, the tear..."

As much as Klaus tried, he could not make his feet move...slowly he reached down to fondle a lock of hair that had fallen across his angel's cheek.

so soft, so beautiful...god what is he doing to me? He's like a drug, I can't resist him any more...

Moving slowly, Klaus pulled on a thin pair of sleep pants and then lay down on the bed and pulled the boy close.

Alex wrote: "Anthony listened to the shallow breath that was against the nape of his neck; he rolled in Klaus' arms, his eyes very slightly open.

I don't love you... Do I...? A fear was instilled in him; Kla..."

Well, hello pretty boy.

Anthony winced inwardly hearing the nickname. But hold on...always before when Klaus called him by that name it was said sarcastically, or in anger...but not this time. This time, could it be? Was Klaus actually TRYING to seduce him?

Anthony shifted as if wanting to climb off his handsome captor. But quick as lightening, two large hands snaked out to grab hold of the whippet thin body, sparking a fire deep in the angel's belly and, oh god, what is that? What is happening to me?

Anthony felt a hardening under the ridiculous panties that Klaus had demanded he wear--they were girls' bloomers really--they made Anthony blush...but they WERE soft, and so pretty,with lace and ribbons.

Anthony's thoughts were yanked back to the hard hands that had now left his thighs and were inching coser and closer to his...

Alex wrote: "... Crotch. Anthony turned his cheek; if he was going to be known, he didn't want to have to watch. In fact, did he want to be known at all?

The jeans slipped further and further down his legs, ev..."

The kiss went on for ages, suddenly a tongue was pushed between Anthony's open lips and began to thrust in and out. At the same time, the angel's body was being moved up and down sliding against Klaus. Anthony could feel the iron hard rod slide against his body. He blushed furiously realizing that he was feeling the other man's erection now pressing against his own rapidly hardening shaft.

Oh god, oh god, what is happening to me. Why am I so wanton, so intoxicated by this man? Can I really be thinking about giving this brute of a man my innocence? Does he even love me...do I love him?

So many questions swirled around in the angel's head. The sensual pull of his body, the steady assault on his mouth was too much. He pulled back with a gasp and tried to cling to the edge of reason, panting harshly.

His heart stopped. He wanted this boy...no...this angel. Wanted him so badly he felt the burn trace its way down to his shaft. But he was 16. Granted it was the age of legal consent in the UK, but not in America...not by a long shot. Klaus sat back on his haunches, staring at the slender back as it rose and fell with each breath. So beautiful, the skin so translucent, so soft. Klaus closed his eyes and remembered running his hands up and down that delicate back, remembered the thrusting of the angel's prick against his. He felt his own cock harden even further as he imagined what it would be like to finally take his angel.

He let the dream-like vision take him away for a moment--completely forgetting the real live boy sitting at the end of the bed, he let himself sink into the fantasy of taking his dream lover.

The boy sunk further into the pillows that lay scattered about the bed, The room was illuminated by several lit candles that cast a shadowy glow. He reached out to caress the soft cheek of the boy as his lips parted to receive two of Klaus' fingers. "Suck on them baby, make them good and wet." The boy complied with enthusiasm, moaning as he pulled the fingers in and out of his wet, hot mouth. Klaus reached down with his other hand and flicked one tender nipple with the tip of his finger. Anthony moaned again, arching into the fleeting touch. Klaus continued to torture the tiny nub, flicking it back and forth, occasionally taking it between his fingers and twisting it, causing the angel boy beneath him to writhe and whimper. All the while, Anthony continued to suckle the fingers in his mouth. Finally unable to resist, Klaus leaned down and tuck the tiny nub into his mouth, sucking and biting ever so slightly. The angel beneath him twisted in ecstasy, finally letting the fingers lip from his open mouth as he panted and moaned wildly!

Klaus slipped his wet fingers down between Anthony's legs that were spread wide, wantonly, waiting. Finding the tiny pearl of puckered flesh, he circled Anthony's entrance, dipping just the tip of one finger inside. Anthony responded with a small scream and thrust his hips up into the hand that hovered right above his hard and dripping cock.

That was all the invitation Klaus needed. He reached over, grabbing lube off the bedside table and flicked the lid open. Angel watched each movement with lust filled eyes. Pouring a generous amount onto his fingers, Klaus once again breached the angel's waiting hole, now thrusting in and out so very gently with one finger. Anthony's eyes rolled back in his head as unspeakable pleasure caused his slender frame to shudder and shake. Klaus began to stroke Anthony's cock up and down in time with the thrusting finger. The boy was on FIRE. He moaned and whimpered with the dual assault, panting out the other man's name over and over again.

"Klaus, Klaus, Klaus."

Two fingers now thrust in and out as Klaus leaned down to lick the drops of precum that were flowing from the tip of the angel's rock hard shaft. His movements were frantic now. He had to get inside his angel now! Removing his fingers he lined up his cock and just as he was about to thrust in, he heard...

Klaus had broken from his reverie only to discover the object of his fantasy had once again disappeared.

Not this time, he thought to himself. This time we are going to talk. I need..oh god, I can't believe I'm saying this but I need to hear angel say he wants this too. I have to make him see, have to make him understand..somewhere, somehow I...I...

Klaus couldn't make himself even think it. Love...how the fuck had he gone from abusing...yes he had fucking abused the boy to loving him? Everything he had ever loved in this world had been taken from him. Everything. He couldn't go through that again..he couldn't pick up the pieces of his fucking sorry life again. He ran his hands through his hair. He heard the door off the kitchen open.

Holy shit? He sprang off the bed, heedless of his nudity and began running down the steps. If that was Anthony...if he was running away...NO, Jesus NO! I can't lose him...I can't!

He skidded to a halt behind the door leading to the kitchen. What he saw made him sag against the wall in relief. Anthony was re-entering the kitchen, and then closing the door, locking it once again.

Klaus remained hidden in the shadows, waiting to see what the boy would do next. As he wandered into the lounge, heading for the sofa, Klaus stepped forward.

"I thought you were leaving."

Anthony cocked his head in a questioning look,=.

"uh...uh..n-n-no, I just saw a f-f-fox, I was giving it mi..."

Klaus wasn't listening. He had closed the distance between them and swept Anthony up into his arms. Leaning down, his face a fierce picture of lust and desire, he growled at the angel in his arms.

I don't know how you bewitched me, but I do know this. I will never let you go. I will never let you leave. You are mine, do you hear me angel, MINE. I WILL have you. I WILL love you.

Both man were panting now. Each wore a face that betrayed it's shock! Klaus had just said he LOVED him! Angel felt as though he was going to faint.

Klaus smiled...he doesn't hate me. Good...so good. He watched the boy begin to move, trying to get away. Uh, uh, uh no escaping me little mouse!!!

Klaus grabbed the boys legs, pushing his long t-shirt up over his slim hips. Then, he leaned back for a moment, drinking in the sight of the beautiful boy that sat before him.

One creamy shoulder lay bare where the over-sized tee had slipped down, exposing a pink tight nipple. Silky locks of hair draped down over one lavender eye seductively as pouty swollen lips pressed tight into a shocked O. His lithe smooth body lay back, arms pressed behind him, giving the illusion of lounging back wantonly. His legs were spread, and the naked length of his semi-aroused cock pushed against the hem of the shirt, just begging to be touched, licked, sucked.

Klaus licked his lips in anticipation.

"Tell me you want this...tell me you want me."

He marched his boy up the stairs. Whenever Anthony resisted or attempted to hold back, Klaus would jerk lightly on his arm, effectively pulling him forward. Try as he might, Anthony could not resist what happened to his body every time he felt the yank on his arm and the low growl that emanated from Klaus' mouth. He LOVED it! Anthony felt the blush of shame crawl up his cheek. He was excited by it and was nearly panting as the two of them climbed the remaining stairs.

Yanking one last time on his arm, Klaus tossed the boy onto the bed, his t-shirt rucked up around his groin, exposing him.

Oh my, what have we here. Looks like you're not running anymore!

Reaching out Klaus ran a finger down the angel's long leg, making it twitch and his hips thrust forward as if on a spring. Anthony turned his head, embarrassed at the betrayal of his body. He didn't want to have his first time be like this. He wanted to be held, cherished. Oh gods, why had he run? Now Klaus was angry and that never led to anything good. Just as Anthony was going to try once more to shove the man away, to stop this assault, he froze at the words he heard coming so close to his ear. When had Klaus lowered himself atop his body--Oh sweet gods, the feel of him.

Klaus looked down, feeling his angels sweet body unknowingly pushing against his own. He saw the blush, the turned away face and knew a shame unlike any other. Gently ever so gently he made a move to stroke the pale cheek before him. As his fingers trailed down to the pink lips, he said,

I'm sorry baby, I just got crazy when I saw you run. I didn't mean to hurt you. Oh angel, I love you, you have to know that.

As he began to pull away, Anthony's hands reached up, grabbing him by the shoulders, stopping him. He looked, questioningly into the beautiful eyes of his angel.

P-p-please, I-I-I was scared. I have never been in l-l-love before.

Klaus' eyes widened in shock, then quickly turned to lust. Slamming forward he took his angels lips in a bruising kiss.

Alex wrote: "The kiss lingered; Anthony moaned; Klaus turned red, for his angel was glowing.

Anthony's lips were purple and pink, shimmering with the fluid from their kiss. Continuing along, his t-shirt hangin..."

As if the scales had fallen from his eyes, Klaus saw Anthony-really saw him. Saw the fear that lurked in his eyes...saw the doubt, the uncertainty. Klaus felt self-loathing rip through his entire being.

Christ, I'm no better than a fucking pedophile. Taking what isn't being freely offered. What in the hell am I doing? What kind of monster have I become?

Roughly Klaus shoved Anthony off the bed. Anthony looked up from where he hand landed, sprawled on the floor.

Klaus yelled,

"Get out. Get the fuck out. Go back to your from where you'll be safe."

Anthony shook his head as if trying to make sense of that had just happened--what had changed?

Klaus continued to yell.

"I said get out ANGEL. NOW!"

Anthony flinched. The way Klaus had said his name--with such hatred, such venom. Slowly Anthony stood and with as much dignity as he could, left the room.

The moment Anthony went through the door, Klaus dropped his face into his hands and wept bitter, uncontrollable tears...

"My god. You...they...so beautiful. You are so beautiful". Klaus reached out with two fingers stopping just short of actually touching the translucent wings. He held his breath and through tear streaked eyelashes looked at the angel....his angel, silently asking for permission to stroke the soft down ofthe feathery creation before him.

"Who did this?"

Klaus rose up from his angel's lap. Putting his hand to the side of Anthony's face he turned his gaze toward the damaged site.

Turning the face back toward his to meet his burning gaze. Klaus asked once more, his tone soft, like steel wrapped in silk, the ton glacial, and oh so terrifying>

"Who DARED to hurt my angel?"

Klaus felt a savage need to kill surge through his veins. How dare they touch my angel. How dare they mar his beauty. This is mine...MINE..MY ANGEL. SO help me god I am going to kill whoever did this!

"Tell me now Anthony, who did this to you? I swear to god I am going to tear them limb from limb. No one hurts what it mine. Do you hear me? NO ONE!"

Klaus suddenly realized that he was roughly shaking the boy in front of him. With a strangled curse, he crushed the slender body to his and held him tight.

Whispering into Anthony's ear and stroking his now folded but still protruding wings, Klaus said,

"No one will ever hurt you again, do you hear me? No one will ever touch you again...give you pain...make you feel ashamed of who you are. You are mine now and I will protect you...always. Your safe now, do you hear me? You're safe now...you're safe with me."

He stroked the trembling boy in his arms gently, ever so gently, rocking the two of them back and forth.

This is so good guys!

Klaus hesitated. There was something off--something about the eyes...but what?

Alex wrote: "Reading back, a "brick shithouse" is used to describe a really big, muscly, hench, rugby-player kinda guy over here... XD Ohhh dear... :P BUTCH GIRL BUTCH GIRL- :O BULL DYKE?!??!"

make the change---or is it on one of my posts??? what's the number of the post so I can change it!

Alex wrote: "He couldn't put his finger on it; leaning down to Usion's neck, he noticed another difference; the hair; it was straight. And the smell, that innocent, lavender, pure smell was replaced with one re..."

Klaus shifted slightly continuing to hold onto the waif-like creature in his arms. It just didn't compute--the body--slender, pale, yet finely muscled--it appeared to be the same. The hair? Check. The lips, soft and full. Check.

Before Klaus could dwell another minute one slender, long finger sporting black nail polish scraped gently across his chest, followed by a quiet chuckle. A chuckle? His angel never laughed like that--his angel was timid--sweet, utterly innocent.

The finger trailed its way slowly down, lazily drawing swirls every so often in his flesh. It came to rest at the top of his sleep pants and gently plucked at the waistband, once...twice...three times. Klaus felt himself becoming aroused. He fought against the feelings that lone finger produced in him. Something was wrong with this--but what?

What had he just been thinking about? It was as if a cloud had settled over his memory and now the only thing he could focus on was the soft strumming of that finger.

Shocked, Klaus heard himself moan...

Klaus watched as Anthony? ran his fingers through his lustrous hair and licked his lips. Klaus could feel his traitorous body responding and silently willed himself and his raging hormones to calm down. This was not his angel--somehow he knew this to be fact. The eyes, the scent--it was all wrong.

As Klaus opened his mouth to challenge the imposter, he once again felt the strange lethargy return, causing his mind to turn sluggish and unresponsive. As if drawn by invisible strings, he body moved forward in a herky-jerky fashion until he hovered just above the boy beneath him. His lips hovered there, his heart raced.

Just one kiss, he thought to himself. I'll take just one kiss-those cherry lips look so good--so plump and full. Klaus leaned in, a dazed look in his eyes.