Story very loosely inspired by the song "I've Got Some Falling to Do," by Lemon Demon off their CD Hip to the Javabean.
WARNINGS: yaoi/lemon-aka graphic depictions of male/male sex; possibly offensive religious themes. This story is rated NC-17, or equivalent, and is not for children!
I didn't really notice it at first, but as I raised the back of my hand to wipe my face I realized I was dead.
It wasn't all that surprising a thing to realize, considering I had just fallen out of an airplane and plummeted thousands of feet to the ocean below; such things tend to have a detrimental effect on the health and well being of the human body. Then there has been the incident with the squid... I didn't want to dwell on that too much- it was just too... freaky. So, my general mental state wasn't yet exactly capable of the full appreciation of my surroundings that those surroundings truly deserved when I was addressed by a voice.
"Well," said the voice.
I looked up to see a man standing in front of me, a few feet away. Though, to call him a "man" would be extremely misleading really. He was not what you could call "human" but he was familiar to me. Perhaps too familiar... I wasn't all that surprised to see him there- particularly considering he'd called earlier with words to such an effect. I wasn't surprised by the locale either; that had been part of his message. What did surprise me was that it wasn't hot. I mean, you expect it to be hot in hell, right? But no, it was only pleasantly warm.
His voice drew my attention back to him. "You know, I wasn't expecting you quite this soon despite what I said earlier." He grinned, revealing gently pointed canines. His teeth shone whitely against the dark tan of his skin but it was the thick black fall of his hair against his neck that caught my attention. I have always been a fan of nice hair.
...Or should I say had been?
"I'm dead," I said, just to say it aloud, get it out there.
He paused. "Yes," he replied; he sounded a little sad about it... but mostly not. "I told you that you would soon come here. Did you not believe me?"
"I was a little busy at the time." I really had been. Being a flight attendant is demanding work, let me tell you. But I hesitated; it probably wouldn't do to piss him off. He had a really short fuse most of the time. Though there were times when he would shock the hell out of me by taking a whole lot of shit before he felt the need to dish it back out and it suddenly occurred to me, with the clarity of hindsight- the way you remember things when they don't really matter anymore- that those tended to be the days when I needed to be able to vent my shit at someone and he had appeared, offering himself. I looked at him measuringly. "I didn't choose the squid," I said conciliatorily.
He appeared mollified. "I know," he whispered, his mouth curving in a smile. "I was glad of that."
I frowned slightly to hear that. "You wanted me to die." It was an accusation more than a statement, but he didn't take it that way.
"But of course," he returned easily. "Then you would be with me." He stepped closer to me then, and I could feel the heat of his body, the heat I had expected from the room. I realized then that I was soaking wet from the ocean water and I leaned, unconsciously, toward the warmth of him. He stepped in closer, approvingly, and reached an arm to snake it around my waist. I hissed softly- his skin felt like fire close to mine. His face turned toward me, his lips touched my cheek and I hissed again, pulling away from the burning sensation they left behind.
"You were never," I started, before stopping myself with an expression of chagrin. He just smiled at me. "You were never hot like this before," I finished in a mumble.
He chuckled. "You did not find me attractive before this moment?"
"No, I…" I frowned again. "I didn't mean that."
He stopped me, a finger to my lips. It didn't feel as hot now. "I know what you meant. Give it a moment, your body will adjust."
I pulled back again, further. "I really am dead." I looked at him and he nodded in confirmation. "Do I have to stay here?" I demanded abruptly, the sudden urge to be able to control... something, anything, filling me. I had had precious little control over anything in the recent past. There had been the squid… But I didn't like to dwell there.
He paused at my question, something, some faint expression, crossing his face as he studied me. "No," he replied shortly.
I nodded. I stood away from him for a moment, looking at him though narrowed eyes. He was... very attractive. His face was long and narrow, his features as nicely chiseled as his abdomen- which was covered by the soft silken fluttering of a half un-tucked dress shirt at the moment, but I knew the outline of the muscles there from earlier encounters. His entire body was covered with well-defined musculature, but as I leaned back and let my eyes devour him I noticed a decidedly down cast to his expression. I had to think a moment before I remembered the last words I had spoken, and in so doing ferret out the reason behind his saddened eyes. I raised a hand to touch his face, his skin no longer burning me, and secretly marveled that such a being should take an interest in me of all people.
"I don't want to leave," I murmured in verbal affirmation of the signals my body was sending as I leaned in close to him, sliding against him, one leg slipping to rub between his and one hand wrapping around his torso as the other traced fingers back over his cheek to bury in that beautiful, thick hair. His eyes were warm as they met mine and he smiled briefly before he leaned in and fully claimed my mouth in a searing kiss.
My knees buckled on me almost immediately and I fell against him, supported by his firm strength as I opened myself to him, feeling his tongue steal inside of my mouth and explore every inch with the same focus he'd always shown before. He released my mouth after a long moment and I gasped in air with a shiver, moaning it back out again as he turned those skilled lips on the sensitive skin of my neck.
I stepped backward, trying to balance myself, and my foot hit unexpectedly against the side of a bed. It threw me off enough that I made absolutely no protest when he pushed me down on that piece of furniture and in fact was too interested in figuring out what was going on to respond at first as he worked at getting my shirt open. It was a huge bed; a nice, old-fashioned four poster, with black sheets, and the kind of thing I think I really would have noticed if it had been there before. I worried a moment about where it had come from, but right then his tongue was grazing over a nipple and I found that it took too much energy to wonder about such things that, really, were very immaterial when you came right down to it. I lay back on the softness of the sheets and moaned my heart out as he attacked my chest with his enthusiastic fingers and mouth.
Pleasure sweeping over me, I brought my own hands up to pull his shirt completely out of his waistband and worked my hands underneath. His skin was smooth under my fingers and I traced every line, the ridge of every muscle and every bone, as his mouth devoured mine. I moved my mouth down slightly, pressing a suddenly tentative kiss to the hollow of his collarbone, revealed by the undone top button of his shirt. He shivered as my lips ghosted over the sensitive skin there and he stroked my hip appreciatively.
He made a sudden, impatient noise as his hands, working lower, tried to undo my belt. It was new, and had a complicated clasp, but in a flash of pique he spoke a word and it vanished. I pulled back, startled. He'd never evidenced such a power before, and I had a sudden inkling of where the bed had come from. "But..." His mouth was over mine again before I could continue. I turned away, freeing my mouth and subjecting my neck to his attentions so I could speak. "But if you can do that, why don't you just... mmmahh," I moaned, then tried to hold him away- hold him still- so I could finish a sentence. "Why don't you just vanish all of my clothes?"
He actually did stop and look at me, his dark eyes flashing with good humor. "But," he leaned in close to me, his breath hot on my lips, heightening my desire, "This is so much more fun," he leisurely worked my fly open and peeled the cloth back ever so slowly to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of my erection, "isn't it?quot; His hand reached inside and began to stroke me through the thin cloth of my boxers.
I almost died right there, his words going straight to my groin and stiffening my cock under his touch as I groaned in desire. Reaching out to grasp his shirtfront, I pulled at the resistant cloth desperately and felt it tear in my hands. He laughed softly at my eagerness, but his mirth soon disappeared in an appreciative moan as my mouth found his skin. I'd always believed it was the strange heat he gave off, though never before had it been so apparent, that made his skin so sensitive to my tongue… but whatever the reason he arced beneath my enthusiastic tasting and cried out his pleasure. Encouraged, I nipped lightly at one protruding nipple before tracing my way lower over his delicious abdomen, tongue and lips counterpointed with the occasional application of teeth.
I tried not to pause, to acknowledge it in any way, as my fingers slid under the waistband of his pants but I wasn't sure I could do that. This… this was the moment when it had always ended before. He would come to me, in what felt like a dream, and we would talk- or sometimes not- and perform various acts of desire, with rising passion, and always before I could see as much of him as I wanted to he would disappear and I would wake, aroused and unfulfilled.
His hands cupped around the back of my head, cradling it against him, and I knew he knew what I was thinking. "Not this time," he said softly, his fingers threading through my hair. "This time I won't leave you until you're satisfied." I moaned desperately, the throaty tenor of his words further heightening my desire, and pressed against him. My arms went around him as he leaned me back down against the bed, his knee rubbing softly yet firmly against my groin.
That steady pressure threw me into a wild frenzy and I pulled at him above me as my hips thrust against the hard presence of him between my legs. Impatient, my hand felt its way down his body and cupped between his own legs, feeling through the cloth of his pants the presence of his desire there- the proof of his desire… for me. His lips were hot against my skin again, and I moaned, helpless in the face of such passions- his and mine, feeding and building off of each other.
I was still touching him when I felt the remainder of his clothing disappear in another impatient flash. My hand cupped the bare length of his cock, my fingers curling around that flesh as he thrust against my hold. He was so hard already I though he was going to burst any moment; as he buried his face in my neck and whimpered with the intensity of the emotion that seized his body, a thrill of strength passed through me. Seriously, how had this amazing creature ever noticed me? I turned my face toward his, my mouth close to his ear. I traced the slightly pointed lines of it with my tongue before I kissed his temple. "I love you," I murmured.
He jerked back slightly, I could see his eyes opened wide in disbelief, and he came, the white milk of him staining my hands and both our stomachs. He sighed in completion, his hands coming to cup my face as he sat straddling me and leaned down close. "You... you do?" he murmured uncertainly, seeking confirmation of my words.
I looked up at him. "Yes. I mean it." He knew I did too. Several times he had asked for such declarations from me, but I had never even thought about obliging him. The words seemed more important that something you just gasped out in a dream in the midst of desire, but I knew now that what I felt for him truly went that deeply, down to my very core.
A shiver seemed to pass through him, pulling at his entire body. I thought I saw a white light appear off to my side, but when I turned to look at it he blocked my eyes. "Don't look at it," he demanded.
I blinked. I'd never heard that tone of voice from him before. Ever. He sounded… desperate. I glanced up at him instead only to find him looking at the light. When I tried to turn that way again, he pulled my face against his chest. "He is mine," I heard him demand of some unseen entity, so much force in his words that I felt them in my bones. "He has declared himself, of his own free will- that thing you are so fond of. You have no further claim here."
"He is not yet sealed," a strange, echoing voice replied. "Only then does my claim disappear."
I managed to turn my head enough to see the owner of the strange voice, a huge, whitely golden presence, abounding with a glory of feathers. How predictable. I sighed. Though, I supposed, it was also predictable- wasn't it?- that there would be angels and devils fighting over my soul to the bitter end. "Hurry up and seal me or whatever so he'll leave," I murmured against the strong chest pressed close to my face.
He started, surprised I think that I was paying attention- or maybe surprised by what I had asked of him? He looked at me, wonder in his eyes, and kissed me. I fell into the hot power of that kiss and completely forgot about feathery white things.
He broke the kiss, his fingers stroking my face, and murmured wonderingly, "To be sealed to my realm, you must eat of its fruit."
I nipped at his lower lip. "Bring me some damn fruit," I commanded. I tried to imitate the demanding force of his earlier voice, but I think I failed in that regard.
He smiled at me, then took me by the wrist and raised my hand to my mouth. I was perplexed for a moment, before I saw and remembered the sticky moistness of his come covering my fingers. "Not all fruit is of the tree," he murmured, and without hesitation I placed my fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean.
He shuddered again, and I took advantage of his distraction to glance over and see a decidedly grumpy feathery thing take its leave. I stuck my tongue out at it; childish yeah, but there was a thrill of adrenaline coursing through me that needed some outlet. I felt as though I had won some great battle with just that simple gesture, and I turned back to my lover then, pushing his unresponsive body back on the bed so I could lick all remaining traces of come from his cock.
The convulsion released him and he reached for me, pulling me down against him, tasting himself on my tongue. "I never dreamed…" he murmured, pulling back to look at me with wonder; cupping my head between his hands he stroked his thumbs lightly over my cheeks. "Usually when they see…" he started again, before breaking off and pulling me closer. "No one chooses me."
I paused. I'd never really thought about it, but his words indicated something I had always, in the back of my mind, known was true- I was far from the first to experience this bed and the pleasures of his flesh. It made me wonder… did he feel for me what I felt for him?
He pulled me off of him then, placing me back on the bed as he bent over me, his fingers tracing every hollow among the planes of my back as his tongue cleaned the last of his come from my body. "Now," he murmured, "There have been enough distractions- it is time I see to your pleasure." And with that, his lips closed over the hidden tip of my cock.
I cried out, my hands flailing for purchase in the huge expanse of the bed, thrusting up against him as he continued to kiss me through the thin cloth of my boxers. Slowly- at a ridiculous, agonizing pace- he pulled my pants away to reveal my thighs, interspersing kisses to my covered groin with kisses to this exposed skin. He nudged me to lift my hips, but I was mostly gone by then and I hardly remembered anything but the sheer pleasure of his touch. He worked the pants down slowly until the reached my knees, then they disappeared the same way all our other clothing had. He started kissing his way down one leg, holding my foot tenderly in his hands as he massaged it gently. I groaned, my suddenly neglected groin begging for attention, and I moved my own hands to take care of that.
He was there in a flash, smacking my hands away and kissing the covered length of my cock again. Just as I thought I was going to go mad with wanting his to touch me more, the cloth vanished from under his lips and he was touching me, god he was touching me, and I screamed out my ecstasy to have reached this point. He was taking my cock in his mouth and working the stiff length of it with tongue and lips that were far too talented for one being to possess, his hand stroking over my stomach. Helpless with desire, I reached a hand down to cover his, our fingers twining together. I marveled at the darkness of his skin which made mine seem so pale. He seemed to embody warmth and heat, the very essence of it radiating off of him and pulsing through me.
He released me, his body shifting up to lay full against mine, and I noticed that his desire had returned full force, his own cock thick with blood and pulsing as he moved with a carefully controlled impatience, shifting my legs to make room for him between them. He was crouched there but he seemed all around me, his fingers and lips warm and distracting against my skin as his other hand traced its way over the seam of my hip and down behind my eager cock to find the opening behind. I felt one moistened finger slip inside of me and I hissed at the intrusion. It felt so odd in the most pleasant way and I almost couldn't stand it. Or perhaps the pleasure was derived from knowing what was to come… He twitched his finger a certain way and I gasped, my body jerking against him as I moaned. He kissed me and added another finger, seeking to find the same spot again.
I jerked and thrust against him like a puppet with its strings cut but I hardly cared. God, it felt so damn good I could hardly stand it. "More," I begged, demanded, and he complied, adding a third finger and working me again until I thought I would burst if he didn't fill me, now, immediately, and fill me completely. He shifted everything again, lined up his cock, and drove that slick, fat appendage inside of me.
I wanted to scream, but found that my voice was gone. I'd already hissed out all of the air, but my fingers still worked and I buried them fiercely in his thick, black hair, pulling his closer demandingly. He wasn't even completely in yet, but he stopped, turning to look at me and my demanding hands. "What is it?" he asked, his voice worried.
His concern penetrated my haze, and I realized that the reaction caused by the force of my pleasure could have been mistaken for a reaction of pain. "More," I hissed, and, having pulled more air into my lungs, again, "More, goddamn you, more, harder, faster, dammit more…" I was out of air again so I kissed him, trying to devour his face and, that way, pull him further inside of me somehow.
He laughed, leaning closer to return my kiss and sliding fully inside of me with the same motion. I pulled away then, gasping for air desperately. Damn… He filled me so completely I almost couldn't stand it. I had never felt so full, not once in my life. I tried to turn away so he wouldn't see the tears that beaded in the corners of my eyes, but he caught my chin as I tried and he kissed them away. He touched my face, cupping my cheek in his strong hand. "Did you think I've never before seen tears?"
More tears threatened and I wiped them away with the back of my hand. "I… didn't want you to misunderstand the reason."
His lips traced the line of my jaw as his hips pulled away, then thrust his cock back fully inside of me. I clutched at him and cried out, the full coming of my tears inevitable now. "Then tell me why."
He was moving again, moving against me in a rhythm that felt unstoppable. "I…" I stuttered, my mind too full as well, too distracted to finish a thought.
He kissed my face. "Why these tears, my love?"
It was that appellation that undid me; that, or the hard presence of his cock pounding into my ass. I cried out again, more a scream than a moan, and the words poured out of me, no order to the disjointed ramblings of my mind. "Do you… god I… love me? God… so much… you're so goddamn beautiful, and wonderful… I… love you… why me? God, never… I've never been so full, ever, never in my life… I want to be here with you, always…"
"Always?" he interrupted, asking in a murmured voice. "Always is a very long time." He was trying to control our pace, draw out my pleasure, but he was thrusting faster against me now, the hard smack of flesh against flesh a steady counterpart to my almost constant moaning.
"Always…" I mouthed, barely voicing the words. He raised a hand to my cock, his long fingers curling around my hot flesh and I screamed it, "Always!" His lips were hungry against my chin, my neck, my cheek, and I used the freedom of my lips to speak a prayer. "Always," I demanded again, three the magic number, and as he shuddered and moaned in the embrace of my arms, I continued, "Goddamn it, now and forever, amen."
As I spoke the last word in a voice trembling with ecstasy he thrust against me again, and it was too much. I came, thrusting up against his fingers curled around my cock and shooting my seed into their slender, firm embrace.
I thrust up and up again, coming and coming, and I felt him cry softly, his face hidden near my ear, as his hips snapped, quivering, against me, harder and harder, before he slowed, stuttering to a stop. It felt like an eternity before I stopped orgasming and he came down as well. Both of us lay, breathing heavily, too exhausted to move, to think.
He moved first, rolling off of me. I hadn't minded the weight of him; somehow he didn't seem to weigh as much as a body his size should and the warm pressure was comforting. I'd never really been one for the traditional scene when it came to sex, so the opportunity to lie in bed and savor what I had just experienced was fairly novel and I didn't want it too end. When he moved away I went after him, pulling him against me and wrapping him in my arms again. I sighed, pleased and sated, and I completely forgot who he was, where I was, and the fact that I couldn't treat him just like any other partner.
All that occurred to me several minutes later; actually, I wasn't sure how long it had been. I'd dozed off but when I woke again I looked up at him to find him watching me, his face impassive. Everything occurred to me then- that he wasn't just a trick… that he wasn't even human.
I don't think he knew what I was thinking. He reached over and stroked fingers through my hair with a small smile. "I trust you enjoyed that."
There was a pardonable level of egotism in his words, but rather than remember the unbelievably mind-blowing sex we'd just had, they made me think of what he'd said after the angel appeared; he had a lot of experience seducing men by offering them whatever they wanted. I had wanted him- I would be an idiot to think I was the first, and I never had, but the skill with which he performed the coital acts evidenced that he'd had a hell of a lot of experience. It made me wonder how much he cared for me, or if this was just all in a day's work for him; it made me wonder if such a being was truly capable of caring about me, or of caring in the same way I cared. I then remembered that I'd confessed something of the sort in my rambling, orgasm induced digression and I blushed.
His hands reached for me, pulling me close and stroking soothingly over my back. "What is it?"
It seemed like such a silly thing to ask him, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. "Do… you love me?"
He went still, not answering immediately. I sighed; well, that was my answer. I leaned against him, savoring the warmth of his body. It didn't matter. No one had ever loved me before, why should that change after I was dead? A voice inside me whispered that I had never loved any of them before either, and that now I knew what that felt like I would never be satisfied with anything less, but I forced myself not to listen.
His fingers on my chin raised my face to his and, after taking a deep breath, I met his eyes. What I saw there out and out shocked me, completely. There was such… longing, in the way he looked at me that it took my breath away. "Would you believe me if I said yes?"
My eyes never left his. "Yes," I breathed.
He sighed, his eyes drifting closed as something within him, long in need of affirmation, seemed to receive what it desired. His forehead rested against mine and he vowed, "Then know it to be true." I kissed him, and he continued, "And know that I am yours." He made some complicated gesture with his right hand and I frowned in confusion.
"I don't understand."
He smiled, the gesture so easy and full of warmth and I had to return it. "I am yours," he repeated. "You chose me, and so it is my duty- and my greatest pleasure- to give you anything you desire- forever, or until your soul chooses to reenter the wheel of reincarnation."
I blinked. "So I really could stay here with you for always?"
He laughed, kissing me softly. "Always," he whispered, "is a very, very long time."
I grinned.
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