WARNING: Do NOT read if you don't like homosexuals/ gay sex, and fairly graphic sex scenes, because this is pretty much all this book will be. If you don't like gay people and the love between two men, go fuck a car exhaust. It's just as pure as hetero love.
For those of you who love boyxboy/ manxman stories, and are just looking for a good, sexy read, enjoy! :D
They say angels are spiritual beings, that they have no desires and are fairly basic. They say that they have only a few purposes, and that is it.
But you see, it's nothing like that. Angels are physical beings. They love, hate, hurt, fear and do pretty much everything you do. True, they are spirit, but they also posses a physical body. They also possess desires.
How do I know this? I'm an angel, of course. I'm one of those angels who was just under the level of an archangel. I've been sent to Earth, because I'm not good enough for Heaven, but too good for Hell. Does that make sense?
I woke on my stomach, the sheets all messed up around me, my wings draped over me and the bed. I sighed, sitting up and stretching, retracting my wings in an instant. Sometimes, an angel's wings can appear randomly, when they lose control.
I smiled, looking at myself in the mirror as I stood. I watched my chest rise and fall with my breathing. My chest muscles sat perfecctly above my sculpted stomach, and I was, to put it simply, fairly well- endowed. I was still so perfect.
There was a knock on the door; sharp, urgent. I pulled on a black dressing gown and went to answer the door, artfully ruffling my shoulder- length light blonde hair as I did so.
"Hello." I said as I opened the door, and stopped in my tracks. A tall man, with dark blue eyes and long black hair stood there, a small smile on his face. He was wearing some plain black jeans and a long trench coat over a thin T shirt. Around his neck was a silver pendant in the shape of an elegant wing.
Ah. He was a Fallen Angel. I could tell because every single one was given the last piece of their Heavenly soul in a pendant just like his.
"Well, you can guess why I'm here," he said, smiling up at me. In his mind, I saw images of us, of my own light blue eyes, of my smile, of a brief image of my face as I walked through a marketplace... so he was thinking of me. I exited his mind quickly, not wanting to intrude for too long. He stepped forward and looked at me expectantly, a sweet smile on his face.
Of course I knew why he was here. I was told, in a dream one day, that my Soulmate would come to me, out of the blue. Then, the next day, I glimpsed him in a market.The very same angel standing before me now... and he'd called me that night, telling me he'd had a dream... just like me.
Today was the day we would become One.
"Come in," I said, stepping aside and closing the door behind him. "It's so great to... I dunno, finally meet you, I guess." I smiled, my heart feeling so much lighter. His mere presence made me feel good.
"Yes, I feel exactly the same." He turned to me and pulled off his coat, hanging it on a coat hook on the wall of the open- plan living room/ kitchen. "My name's Dorian. What's yours?"
"I'm Sam," I said, stepping forwards as he did, so we met in the middle. "Dorian's a beautiful name." I raised one of my hands and stroked his cheek gently. "Matches a beautiful person."
Dorian laughed, his deep blue eyes sparkling. "Same to you." His eyes roamed up and down my body as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
Before I knew it, he was kissing me, his tongue gently exploring my mouth, his fingers burying in my hair. I gasped and kissed him back, my tongue colliding with his. Not breaking our kiss, I picked Dorian up in one swift movement, bridal style, and carried him to my bedroom.
Dorian was my Mate now. And I would take him tonight.
"Sam," he breathed as I laid him gently under me, the sheets messed up all around us. His fingers trailed down my body, and he untied my dressing gown, revealing my naked body in all its glory. "Can you strip for me?"
I smiled and kissed his mouth gently. "Only if you do it for me."
I sat up and pulled my dressing gown off my shoulders. Dorian sat in front of me and delicately peeled off his clothes, revealing perfect muscles and a thin line of body hair trailing from his stomach downwards. He laid down quickly and pulled me to him.
"Dorian," I murmured, stroking his lightly haired chest. I felt his heartbeat under my hand, drumming lightly deep inside his body. "Did you... ever think you'd be blessed with a companion?"
Dorian shook his head, stroking his hand down my body until he reached my dick. I gasped, trembling slightly as he began to stroke me softly, slowly. A small moan escaped my lips as I dipped my head to kiss his neck. Dorian stopped stroking me and pulled me to him by my hips, grinding up against me.
"Oh Lord..." I murmured a quick prayer, though I wasn't sure whether He would hear me. "Thank You so much... I have hoped You would give me a companion, for I have been so lonely..."
"Amen," Dorian whispered, kissing me tenderly. He stared up at me, his big blue eyes pulling me in completely, enveloping me in love and devotion. "Sam, I'm ready for you... Make us One."
I reached over to my bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant- I didn't know whether he had been in an intimate relationship before, and I didn't want to take a chance. "Lift your legs, my angel," I murmured, squeezing some out onto my fingers.
He did so, wrapping them around my body. I smiled down at him, marveling at the way his sapphire eyes danced with mercury silver, and fingered his hole, spreading the lubricant gently over it and my dick. "Take me," Dorian whispered in my ear, his arms around my shoulders.
I kissed his neck, giving him a lovebite as I slowly but powerfully pushed into him. I echoed his cry as he buried his fingers in my hair, shifting his hips upwards, pushing me in deeper.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" I asked Dorian, staying in that same position for a moment so he could get used to me.
"No, just, you're perfect," my love breathed, staring up at me. "Just take me, Sam, I want you now."
I slowly pulled out of him, one of my hands supporting my weight, the other fingering his nipple softly. Dorian let out a little moan, and I thrust into him deeper, harder, groaning at how I felt inside of him. My free hand strayed down his body, and I began to stroke his dick in time with my thrusts, fingering his tip, moaning more desperately with every cry that escaped his lips.
I buried my face in Dorian's neck, inhaling his scent, kissing him over and over as I stroked him again and again, thrusting deeper, harder. My legs trembled and my heart hammered inside my chest. I had never known love like this. I had never felt this good before. Dorian was mine and our souls- what there was left of them- were connecting in this moment, srengthening each other.
"Oh- Fuck, Sam, yes," Dorian cried out hungrily, moaning every time I thrust into him. "Yes, my angel, right there, yes!" His hands roamed up and down my sides and he thrust his hips upwards, letting me know I'd hit the right spot. I groaned hungrily and thrust so deep and hard I saw stars and Dorian's back arched.
"Oh... Dorian, Dorian... yes, I know, yes!" I shouted, trembling all over as I came inside him, Dorian's back arching as he came in that same instant, crying out wordlessly. We were One. All I could see was him, all I knew, all I felt, was him. God had given us each other, to share our lives, experiences and give our love to each other.
"Thank you, thank you," Dorian whispered, staring up at me, at my wings which had burst from me when I came. "I love you, my angel."
Is it good? It's my first oneshot, I don't know if it's long enough... See ya! :D
