untitled: The benefits of Marriage

 

 

Meanwhile, poor little sexually frustrated Eos wasn't getting any at all as he sat in the kitchens and stared into his tea. Falcon had gone to spend time with his father, the day’s events leaving everyone shaken. Still, the fact that Falcon had not yet consummated their love was bothering Eos greatly. Should something like this happen again - perhaps to Falcon the next time around - would Eos ever know the touch of his beloved before they met some sort of tragic end? He was frustrated and unhappy. Making things worse, Ranmaru was lecturing him about dealing with Starcs.

 

"You know, if his father is any example, he's not going to be very attentive at all...there is still time to back out and avoid constantly chasing after him instead of getting what YOU need. Maybe you should go for someone a bit more kind and caring. If it MUST be one of those dreadful Angels, why not a Jin? They're much nicer and I think they actually fuck once in a while..."

 

Eos ignored him as best he could, glowering at the piece of paper before him. He shivered, glancing up with annoyance at his sibling. Would he EVER shut up about it? He could not help the fact that he was in love with Falcon. He could not change his mind without hurting both himself and Falcon and he was not going to do such a disgusting thing. "I have told you, Ranmaru, NO!" He snapped in annoyance, nearly throwing his pen at his brother.

 

Ranmaru winced and cowered from his younger brother's rage, as Eos was much stronger than him. Varun was the strongest, but Eos was much stronger than Ranmaru. If the little one chose, he could easily beat the crap out of his older sibling without so much as breaking a sweat. Still, Ranmaru was too much of an idiot to stop. "But you're TORMENTING yourself with this guy! Tell me, have you done it yet? By the way he acts, maybe he's not interested..." Ranmaru suggests, making Eos growl. Of course Falcon is interested! There's a ring on Eos' finger and everything! Still, it's getting rather irritating the way the other skirts around the issue of sex. Falcon is a very staunch believer in no sex before marriage...but...well...Eos really can't wait that long. He's horny and a virgin and capable of raping if he needs to. 

 

"He IS interested Ranmaru!" He growled. "He just does not want to have sex until we're married." he grumbled in annoyance, hating that. He wanted him so very badly and yet somehow, each time he tried to seduce him somehow Falcon wormed his way out of it. Soon, Eos was just going to snap and rape himself on the other.  "It is frustrating me, but I can't force him to not believe in what he believes."

 

"Why dun't yah jus' ask 'im to marry yah already?" Jingarther says from behind Eos, almost making the annoyed little cutie jump. The large Jin youth with his curly green hair and kind green-silver eyes looked down at the other with a smile. He had just gotten back from spending some time with Crixa to see how the little one was doing. "What cha writin' there?"

 

"N-nothing!" Eos growled, hiding the paper protectively to his chest, as if he were hiding a secret that no one was to ever know. He growled softly, flushing as the other looked at him. "We are going to get married, we're just waiting for the ok." He pouted. They had marriage papers to go over and other things to take care of first and his lover had so much to do.

 

"Why should gettin' the okay matter anymore? After Rowan dun defected, it dun't matter what the hell them Starcs say....Hun, you've got yerself yer own free pass for gettin' 'im to be yer husband...I suggest yah use it," Jingarther says, tapping the other's head with a roll of his eyes. Honestly, Eos could be as dense as Ranmaru sometimes. He didn't even realize that, with Rowan leaving the Tenshihana government, so did Falcon! It didn't matter what Falcon's family thought anymore!

 

The little male chewed his lip. "B-but I want to make him happy..." He uttered softly, looking up with wide lavender eyes at the other male. He looked so upset, so unsure of himself that anyone would melt and want to coddle and protect him.

 

"Yah know, Eos...I think I saw 'im in his room after comin' back from seein' his dad...wouldn't hurt goin' and talkin' to him yourself," Jingarther suggested with a gentle smile towards the pouting cutie. He really did want to cuddle him, seeing as Eos was so adorable when he looked uncertain! Still, Jingarther restrained himself. He had a cutie of his own.

 

The little male nodded, chewing his lip before standing. His paper was kept to his chest, trying not to let either of the other male look at the precious slip of paper. "ok... I shall than." He replied softly and skittered away hurriedly, wanting badly to go and see his lover and maybe, just maybe slam him onto the bed and fuck his poor, silly brains out!

 

Falcon sighed as he leaned into the running water that caressed his skin. He was frustrated as well, his hands held out against the white tiles as he let the hot water clear his pale flesh. His entire being felt drained. Just being around his mother and father in this situation was terribly depressing, for Stannis continued to perpetuate the idea that he had to be loyal and spend every waking moment now dedicated to his new master. He was as bad as Urius in that sense, but it was the way he was raised...Falcon couldn't blame him for it, even though it frustrated his mother like crazy. The young Starc's brow furrowed. He thought he heard someone step into the bathroom. "...........Hello?"

 

There was a soft sound of cloth dropping to the floor with a soft slither. Before Falcon could react, Eos had slipped into the shower and pressed close, pulling Falcon down for a little kiss. "How was the visit?" He asked gently, cocking his head and looking thoughtfully up at his lover with glittering eyes.

 

Falcon BLUSHED outright, stepping back and bumping into the shower wall, surprise on his face. "E-E-Eos!! W-what are you doing? Th-this isn't appropriate behavio - !" he starts, realizing then that Eos' eyes have traveled hungrily down the other's body and have landed on that one little bit that Eos hasn't gotten to see. Ah, but seeing it now, he's convinced more than ever that he'll enjoy being Falcon's husband. Falcon quickly grabs a washing cloth, covering that area of himself with an even brighter blush. "Eos....!" the other says a little sternly, as if scolding him for being a naughty boy.

 

"What? Am I not to be your husband? Am I not allowed to look upon the body of the one I love?" He asked with a pout, raising a brow and insistently pressing closer. He wrapped warm arms about his lover’s waist, purring at the wet slick feeling of skin to skin. So soft, so lovely.

 

Falcon flushed an even brighter pink, feeling the cloth slip out of his hand as the other caressed him. He never thought he'd end up doing something like this, nuzzling up against Eos all naked and wet, until they were married. He's entirely too embarrassed to speak, looking down at the other with glistening blue eyes. Those eyes look upon Eos with unmistakable love, proving Ranmaru wrong a million times over. 

 

"Besides, you don't have to ask for permission to marry me anymore... not  when you are no longer part of the angelic kingdom." He murmured softly, nuzzling Falcon's chest, taking in the rich scent of him with a happy smile on his lips. Such a beautiful man, such a wonderful lover. He shivered adoringly, caressing the others sides. "I love you so much... please do not deny me any longer?" He whispered softly.

 

"But Eos...my beliefs..." he reminds in a gentle voice, trying to remain true to his faith. It's very hard when temptation is nuzzling up against him so cutely and that soft sweet body is aching to be taken. Falcon's arms reach out and he holds the other to him, caressing that long damp hair the color of a yellow-red sunset. "I don't want to betray them...you understand, don't you?" his words were gentle, but he felt as though they only had half the meaning they used to. The more and more he watched the way his parents acted, the more Falcon wanted a love far different from theirs. His arms tightened around Eos, wanting to keep his beloved there beside him always. 

 

"I-I know... but the waiting is so hard, Falcon..." He replied hoarsely, chewing his bottom lip. He felt so upset, wanting nothing more then to cling to his lover and beg him, or worse, force the other male to make love to him. He shuddered, nuzzling up against Falcon's beautiful, strong body. His mate to be, his lover forever and yet he had not even shared pleasure with him yet.

 

Falcon looked down at the other for a long moment then, staring into his eyes. The ache grew and grew inside his heart and soon he really couldn't take it! Seeing the other's face like that...the sorrow that he saw all too often on his mother's face, drove Falcon to action. He pushed the other away. Eos was so surprised, staring at Falcon as the man opened the door to the shower and tugged his lover out. Eos felt giddiness inside him, thinking they were going to the bedroom...but then Falcon started to dry off and get dressed..................what the hell?

 

His little smile turned into a frown and he watched Falcon with confusion written in his eyes. "Falcon?" He asked softly, confused by his lover's actions. He sighed, gathering his own clothes since it seemed that the other was not going to make love to him as he had hoped.

 

"Get dressed. We're going to the compound." His words are stern and he seems rather frantic about this. Eos is so desperately confused by his beloved's actions, though, seeing Falcon rush to go and find himself a suitable uniform. Eos follows him into the bedroom, still naked and a little wet, and stares at the other as he quickly puts on one of his finer military uniforms - the one that Eos said he liked because it had all the little silver details. 

 

Frowning, the small male began to start to dress. He frowned, glancing at the other with wide confusion in his eyes. "Why are we going there?" He asked softly, chewing his lips as he tugged his pants on. Whatever was going on, his lover was horribly frantic, hurriedly putting his uniform on as if he were going to be late for something.

 

"We're going to go get married." IT took a moment for Eos to realize just what was being said. He stared at the other, mesmerized by the thought. They were going to get married...at the compound. But, wait, didn't that mean there was no time to invite their family, no time to do anything involving cake and flowers? Eos felt his cheeks flush pink as he realized this was every bit like eloping with his lover. Something about that seemed terribly romantic as the idea of just having a private wedding for the two of them was beyond wonderful...and the thought of fucking madly immediately after wasn't that bad either.

 

Gods, it made Eos hot. He squirmed, looking up at the other wide eyes. "O-ohhh!?" He cried, and nearly flung himself on the other, glad for the fact that he has worn lovely clothes today. He heard a crinkling sound and fished out the paper he had put in his pocket. "T-this is for you, Falcon..." He uttered shyly and handed the little sheet of paper over. It had a little poem on it, not well written, but surely sweet.

 

Falcon blushed faintly, taking the paper and looking at it. "A...a love poem, for me?" His smile was beautiful as he looked from the paper to Eos. "Thank you. This is a wonderful wedding present." His reply made the other giddy, especially when he got a loving kiss for his efforts. Falcon took a moment then from dressing in order to read over the poem.

 

I will love you for always, come shadow, fire and ice, sweet lips taste finer then wine and soft skin finer then silk. My beautiful ice prince, you own me completely.... and then it trailed off, Eos having not know what else to write and from the blush staining his pale cheeks, he was very embarrassed of his work. "D-don't show anyone else! it's only for you!"

 

Falcon felt his heart warm considerably and he gently folded the paper and put it in his coat, right next to his heart. "No, Eos...I would not dream of sharing such sweet words with anyone else." His smile was warm as he took the other's face in his hands and kissed him lovingly, caressing the other's lips with his own until Eos was sufficiently dizzy with delight. "My bride...my beauty...You make me so happy." He clasped Eos' hand tightly in his. "Come now. Let's get married - I don't want to wait another moment to be with you."

 

Eos quivered and clung to the other a moment before he was dragged off by his lover. Married! Finally he would be wed to his love and they would share the marriage bed for the first time. He clung to the hand of his beloved, thrilled, delighted that the other loved him so, so very much. "Yes!"

 

As Eos was getting ready to take the big leap, Varun was just trying to get the one he loved to respond to him. After days and nights of studying history with Dovinitas and Roaden, Varun was rather wanting of some attention from his grumpy Angel. Just locating the youth wasn't all that hard, for he was predictably found holed up in the library reading through book after book after book. The harder part was trying to get him AWAY from the books. "Varun, you bastard! Give it back!" Alpheus growled, reaching for the book Varun was keeping just out of reach. 

 

"No, I think not." Varun replied with a grumble, holding the book high above his head. "Perhaps if you'd give me a kiss, I may give it back." he was getting agitated by the other not giving him the attention he desired. It got on his nerves, for he tried so hard to win the other over and he never go any attention. He'd not even gotten to give him his gift yet!

 

"I'll punch you in the head if you don't give it back, so hand me that book!" Alpheus growled in turn, fumbling to get the book. Varun kept it far enough out of reach so that Alpheus would have to press his body up against Varun's in order to grab for his desired literature. The result was the two wrestling all over the couches in the library, Alpheus refusing to give up on the book he was reading.

 

Of course, Varun enjoyed that wriggling body against his own and he chuckled. "Awww... come on, please?" He pouted cutely, still keeping the book away from the other coyly. "You haven't even come with me to see the gift I have for you! Why are you being such a brat lately?"

 

"You're the brat, stealing my prose when I was getting to the good part!" Alpheus hisses, finally growling and pushing the other onto his back as he straddles Varun and snatches the book back. He immediately flips back through it, finding his page, and continues to read...all the while still straddling Varun. This guy is such a maniac for the written word.

 

Of course, Varun would never, ever tell him not to do so when he is so nicely straddling his hips. He sighed, watching the other with a brow lifted in amusement. How silly, so very, very silly the other male was. "Well, when you are done with that part, will you PLEASE come with me to the gardens? I really, really want to give you the gift."

 

"I don't want to...I just found a treasure trove of the books I like and will not leave this library until I have enjoyed them from cover to cover," Alpheus said most stubbornly as he flipped another page, seeming to sigh happily. They must have been romantic tragedies...Alpheus was a sucker for romances that made you cry. Varun wasn't sure if it was sadism or simply the fact that he was vindictive towards all manners of happy love. After all, he wasn't being very fair to THEIR love by ignoring it...

 

Varun whined and wriggled a little under him, brows knotted. "Oh come on, that'll take forever Alpheus! Why do I even bother, Echo would happy go with me to see a present even if he was in the middle of training!" Varun grumbled, looking put out. "I go through all the trouble of finding a really rare book for you and you just ignore me!"

 

"........................rare book?" Alpheus almost dropped his book, looking over it with WIDE glistening eyes. Varun had not realized the other could look so absolutely obsessed, for his face seemed to take on a whole different light, he flung his book away, and grasped to Varun. "Rare book?! Where? What kind?!"

 

Varun's eyes widened. "A romance...?" He replied unsure, startled by how excited and demanding the other had become. Perhaps he should have told the other sooner? Oh well, it did not matter now that he had the others attention! "Will you go with me now so I can give the gift to you?"

 

"Yes! Yes! Get up, stop being lazy, I want to see the book!" Alpheus cried, jumping off of Varun and slipping on his shoes and coat. Varun blinked and then sighed, knowing that Alpheus was far more excited about the book than possibly getting a gift from him. Then again, the proposal that came with it might change the other's mind....for better or for worse. 

 

Varun got up and drug his own coat on, slipping back into his boots and standing straight. He smiled faintly, wishing that excitement was for him and not just some rare book that he had found in the library and translated for the angel. He had left it in two languages so that the other could learn shadowshifter. "Ok, come along then... you'll like this book I think."

 

Alpheus' eyes were glistening at the prospect of a rare book and he happily tagged along after Varun, thinking nothing as to why Varun might want to be giving him a present. Alpheus didn't know that he was already promised to the young Shadowshifter and would spend the rest of his days as the youth's beloved. Oh, if only he knew, perhaps he wouldn't appear so giddy. Then again, it would mean he wouldn't have to lie to himself anymore - especially about being in love with Varun.

 

Varun led him out to the garden. It was one of the private ones, ones that the newcomers did not know about and could only be gotten to if one knew how to get to them. Varun smiled, gesturing for the other to sit down on the bunches under the honeysuckle and the willow tree. "Sit, Alpheus, I will fetch it." He smiled and disappeared into the shadows quickly to go grab it.

 

Alpheus sat obediently with a level of anxiousness. He wanted really badly to see this book that Varun talked about. anything with the adjective "rare" in front of it was at least worth a look, no? Still, the other found himself mildly skeptical when he looked around at the rather romantic setting he frowned a little and fidgeted, staring up at the tree with all the little fire flies dancing around.*

 

Varun returned with a small bundle, looking a little flustered and unsure of himself. He sat down near Alpheus and placed the blue silk wrapped bundle on the others lap. He glanced up, smiling warmly at the other male. "Open it..."

 

"...pretty..." Alpheus says, admiring the silk before beginning to open the package with the same determination he has for going after any book. Varun watches as the other pulls the silk away, running his fingertips over the cover of the book with a look of near-arousal on his face. Varun can't imagine how literature could be so orgasmic, but Alpheus looks so pleased at the moment. "...It's Shadowshifter..." he says, mesmerized by the writing on the front. 

 

The book cover Varun had made tenderly of soft pale lavender leather. He had pressed the papers himself. This had been started around the time he had found out the other loved romances and the project had gone swiftly for Varun he was so excited to show it. His writing was gorgeous, a swirling, elegant print. Upon the book, there was another little package waiting to be opened, but Varun did not push. "The story... is special." Varun breathed softly, "This is the story of the Original two shadowshifters... they are my ancestors and I wished to share with you their tale. It is a tragic romance, the ending will leave you in tears."

 

Alpheus bit his lip, ever so excited as he opened the book and caressed the pages, even pressing it to his cheek to nuzzle it. "It's beautiful...and the craftsmanship is so fine..." Alpheus purrs, stopping a moment and then looking to Varun with a puzzled stare. "But why are you giving something like this to me? Wouldn't you want to keep it for yourself?"

 

Varun smiled gently. "It is a hand crafted translation from one of the big combined stories from our library. I made it myself for you after I found out that you liked romances and good literature. please, open the other package." He urged gently.

 

Alpheus blinked, looking at the small package that he hadn't noticed before. He detaches it from his precious book, putting the book down on the silk, and then inspects it. "This is an oddly shaped bookmark..." he says, shaking the package to see if it makes sound. Varun just about blanches as he sees the other do so, knowing that there's a very special ring he made just for Alpheus inside.

 

He winces, watching the other. "Open it please... don't shake it so much." The others expression was too cute, but still, Varun did not want him damaging the beautiful craftsmanship of the ring he had commissions by one of the best death angel jewelers. He would hate to see it ruined.

 

Alpheus pouted. "Fine, fine, I'll open it..." he grumbles, turning to the package and breaking the pretty seal. He blinks, finding that there is something small and shiny that slips out of it, it being a ring the side of one of his left fingers with intricate jewel work and an inscription in the precious metal. Alpheus seems confused. "....I don't get it."

 

It was gorgeously made, simple, but with elegant swirls and a jewel set in it to match the eyes of the angel. Varun gulped and took the ring, sliding it onto the ring finger of the other male gently. "This is my betrothal gift to you Alpheus.... Rowan has given me permission to ask for your hand."

 

Alpheus' eyes got HUGE and for a long while he didn't say anything, only then scurrying away with this terrified look on his face that made Varun's heart plummet into his stomach. "...b-betrothal....? P-permission....? Is........is this some kind of sick joke?!"

 

"No..." Varun lowered his gaze and decided he would tell Rowan to cancel it. The look on Alpheus face made all his hard work fell for not. Alpheus clearly did not want him. He stood, rubbing his hands together. "Forget it... I will have Rowan cancel it, Alpheus, you clearly do not desire me the way I desire you. It was foolish of me to even think you would. Forgive me."

 

Alpheus looked up at the other, angry at him for a reason he couldn't understand...and sad too for a reason he knew and yet would not admit. "H-how could you do something l-like that behind my back!? You........You didn't even ask me if I was ready to get married! O-or be in love! Or.....or b-be your lover and kiss and hold your hand...and...and those things!" Alpheus stammers out desperately, biting his lip. "That wasn't fair, Varun....You........You should have told me first."

 

"R-Rowan suggested it because you kept running from me!" Varun replied, biting his lip. "I asked him not to force you into it until I gave you the gifts to see if you even wanted me.... but I can see you don't...." He trailed off and shook his head. "Keep them though, they were made for you. Just please don't hate me for trying to win you over..."

 

"I-I don't want gifts!!" Alpheus says as he pushes the book away, looking all the more upset. "Varun, you idiot! You stupid, stupid idiot! I....I don't want any of this!" Varun looks so incredibly crushed as he stares at the other, watching as he takes off the ring and puts it on the soft blue cloth. There is nothing more that Alpheus could do to hurt him now, for Varun is utterly decimated. However, just as he is about to give a shuddering breath of pain, he feels the other suddenly latch onto him, pressing his cheek to the other's chest. "....I just want you!"

 

The male went stiff, his whole body taut as a bow string and his eyes wide. This.... this was not what he expected after what had been said. Was he imagining things? Surely he would wake up in his bed and this would have been nothing but a pleasant dream. But, the others arms felt warm about him, gripping him close to his body and his cheek nestled so close to his heart. "R-really...?!" He gasped in shock.

 

"I-I do hate the fact you're a Shadowshifter...I get angry at you...a-and I....I don't know how to h-handle when you touch me....I get impulsive and sad and........and yet I'm happy when you're with me." Alpheus shakes his head, still clinging to Varun as he presses himself against the other. "Even so, I don't want to marry you! I....I don't know what I want, but...but I'm not ready for that...all I know is that I want you and I hate myself for it." Varun blinks, feeling tears soaking through his shirt. "..Why you? W-why did you have to be the person I fell in love with?" He sniffles. "It's not fair..."

 

Varun wrapped his arms about the other gently, holding him. "I would be lying if I said I am sorry you falling in love with me..." Varun murmured gently, caressing the others hair with a pale hand, his eyes troubled and his expression gentle. "Alpheus....it was not shadowshifters that killed your parents..." he uttered softly, "Rowan told me the story...."

 

Alpheus sniffles, shaking his head. "No....they killed them...I saw it...they killed them....a-and I'm going to hell for loving one...." he says between little sobs and hics. Varun can't help but pull the other up and kiss away his tears, being ever-so gentle and getting the Angel to whimper and nuzzle against him. Alpheus loves soft kisses...especially the Varun kind. "I-I hate this....I-I'm not suppose to be like this....”

 

"Alpheus.... would I ever hurt you?" he asked softly, brows knotted and his expression upset. "Please, don't dislike me for my race, I love you very much and I hate seeing you sad." He held the other gently, kissing at him tenderly and rocking him slightly. "Don't cry, beautiful one... please don't cry."

 

Alpheus whimpers and hiccups between gentle kisses, the sounds of his sadness at last being swallowed up by the other's warm mouth. He's pressed up against Varun and made to moan by the way the other kisses him. It's like that delicious moment in the tower all over again with Varun's lips searching and sealing his love and Alpheus timidly returning it as he tries to repeat Varun's actions with his tongue. Not exactly how Varun wished it to transpire, but the giving of the gifts seems to have produced the desired result. "Uhnnmmff...uhn....mmmnnnh...." Alpheus moans against the kiss, his hands clinging to Varun's shirt.

 

Not wanting to scare him, Varun took it slowly and gently, his tongue sliding against that of the smaller angel. His hands cradled him, making him feel loved and desired. Varun was reeling, the taste of the angel's mouth leaving him wanting more. "Alpheus... so beautiful..." he uttered hoarsely, petting the others cheek gently.

 

Alpheus whimpered and he melted into Varun's hands, just letting the other kiss him until his lips were all swollen and pouty. His tears were gently wiped away and Varun cradled him lovingly to his chest with a smile. Alpheus was at last his, even if the other was having a hard time accepting that...Oh, but Varun wouldn't let the other slip out of his hands again. He'd have Alpheus no matter what.

 

Varun leaned down, gather Alpheus up into his arms gently, nuzzling that teary eyes face. "How about... we go to my room and I read some of that book to you?" He asked gently, kissing the others brow. "I think it would be nice, don't you?"

 

Alpheus sniffled and nodded despite himself, sitting there in the other's arms and looking to wretchedly miserable. Even so, Varun knew that these feelings Alpheus head for him were not all that bad, for there was no doubt now that he was loved. Surely, that love meant more than Alpheus' hate, or else he would not feel this way in the first place.

 

The male nodded and gathered up the book. He smiled gently and placed it in the others hands. "Hold tight to it, ok?" He breathed, eyes soft and gentle. How cute, Alpheus was too sweet for his own good. With a chuckle, Varun shifted up into his room and right onto the bed. He sat his companion down and snuggled up with him, opening the book. "wipe your eyes, sweetness, there are pictures in here as well and I think you'll want to see them."

 

"t-this is wrong...I shouldn't be doing this...I...I shouldn't be with you..." Alpheus sniffled, but he obediently wiped his eyes so he could see the pictures. The beautiful blond was cuddled close, Varun running his hands down that long braid to free it from the tie. He liked to have Alpheus' white-golden hair fanned out against him. The lightly curling ringlets were fun to pet and caress.

 

"There is nothing wrong with me reading to you Alpheus..." he chuckled gently, running long fingers through that gorgeous pale blond hair. So soft and curly against his fingertips. "Now hush love and let me read to you, yes?" He cooed gently, wanting the other to relax. He would have to wean the other off of his thought train of this being wrong. Varun was not the one that had destroyed his love's family.

 

"...a-alright..." he says, only cowed by the other constantly petting his hair. Alpheus likes it when Varun plays with the long blond curls and runs his hands against his scalp to almost make him purr with delight. Varun is so damn good with his hands. No one can resist him!

 

Softly, Varun began to read to him. The story began to Death longing to create life, curious and wishing to see what soft of creature he could make from things other then himself. There was a picture that Daire had watercolor painted of Death making something, a child out of thin air. Varun continued to read, his voice husky and soft, gently petting the Valen's soft hair.

 

 

 ~ ~ ~

 

"Wait a second, you want to get MARRIED? It's the middle of the damn day, Falcon! Go bother someone else!" Christian growled irritably as it was about to shut his door. Falcon put his boot in the way, ever the insistent person, and glared right into Christian's eyes with all the force of his will.

 

"Christian, you cannot detour those truly faithful to the Lord who wish to be bound in a holy union...you know that. Besides, I'm of age. I've already passed sixteen winters and I'm not seventeen. You can't tell me what to do," Falcon says sternly, holding tightly to Eos' hand. Christian looks from him and then to Eos, scowling. The little Valen Angel is of such an ill-tempered sort, but he IS a deacon and he IS able to marry two people.

 

Eos looked desperately at the small angel. Such a pissy little male but he could marry them and Eos really, really wanted to get married now! "Please?" He echoed softly, chewing his bottom lip and looking utterly pitiful and adorable. Not that it would work on this one, but he could not help but look cute.

 

 

 Christian sighed as he looked to Falcon and then frowned. "Fine...give me your ten gold and get your butts in here. I'll be a minute in getting ready," Christian said at last as Falcon smiled broadly. he grasped Eos' hand in his and the two walked in to the modest parlor that was simply adorned with only table, chairs, and some bookshelves. Christian quickly disappeared in a room and Falcon and Eos were left standing there, nervous and breathless with happiness. They would be married and ten gold pieces would buy that for them.

 

Falcon took the pieces out of his pocket and gently placed them on the table. He turned back to Eos, smoothing out his hair. "You look beautiful, love."

 

Eos flushed and leaned up to place a tiny kiss on the others jaw line. "And you look handsome..." He whispered, smiling. He looked more then handsome... he wanted him so badly already, but he was patient and waited with his lover's hand clasped tightly in his own.

 

"Are you nervous, love?" he asks, seeming nervous himself. Falcon has never really done anything except by the rules...that is, until he fell in love with Eos. He seems to be breaking more and more rules lately, not caring so long as Eos is happy. Certainly, Falcon is not his father. That's a good thing. 

 

"Yes..." Eos shivered, smiling up excitedly at his lover. "But I am happy...." He uttered. Finally they would be wed and his lover would be able to fuck him into the mattress. That final connection would make the little male so very happy. He adores his lover, but not being able to make love to him is utterly frustrating.

 

"As am I..." the other returned as he squeezed Eos' hand. It was not long before Christian appeared in long white and gold robes with the holy bible in his hands. He looked rather sternly at the two, placing down a goblet and some wine on the table, along with a gold coin inscribed with a cross. With that, they began their rites for marriage, the silence in the air almost deafening between the drawling tone of Christian as he read from the book. They drank from the cup, repeated words, kissed both sides of the coin, and said some more. At last, Christian closed his book and sighed.

 

"Kiss, damn it, so I can get back to work." Eos felt a shiver of excitement run up and down his spine as he looked then to Falcon. It was obvious by the other's expression that he was feeling it too - that nervous delighted twinge deep in the chest. They were married. They were connected by this promise they had made. And, best of all for Eos, it meant that they could make love without a care. 

 

The slim male dragged Falcon down for a kiss, their lips meeting and their tongues rubbing against each other gently. Eos shivered, stroking the others hair gently as he adoringly pressed close. So warm, so strong against him!

 

Falcon felt the full press of the other's body and had to force himself away before their marriage kiss became something more appropriate for their marriage bed. Christian gave them both a look and then sent them on their way with a legal document signed by both which stated the ceremony had taken place and both were of a legal age to sign. Eos gladly took the paper and signed it, knowing that he was making all this official. No one would be able to contest his love for Falcon now or vice versa.

 

Excited, he signed his name with a flourish. The little male glanced at Falcon and licked his lips, looking fit to pounce the other and fuck him there on Christian's floor. Of course, that was not the sort of behavior a prince was to uphold!

 

"Alright, now I'll keep this document on file in my records and copy another so that it can be kept with you...for now, get out of here. I don't want that brat drooling all over my floor," Christian hissed coldly as he rolled up the parchment they had just signed. Falcon didn't hear him, or else he likely would have growled at Christian for his rude words. Honestly, neither of them cared as both clasped hands and quickly left the room. 

 

Eos would have killed him probably, but he was too busy nipping and kissing with little growls at the others neck. He was eager and excited to go to bed and he whined eagerly. "Come on... come on." he urged. "Bed!"

 

He didn't have to repeat his desires twice, as Falcon's fingers were already working at his buttons by the time they made it out of the compound and into the castle. Falcon's room was what they came upon first and Eos found himself pressed back against it as they kissed fervently. Whatever Death Angels were walking the halls came upon the couple nearly ravaging each other's mouths in the midst of Falcon trying to unlock the door. When the latch finally clicked, the door was swung open and shut and locked hastily behind them. Falcon broke their kiss only briefly to rip off his jacket and begin working on the tightly buttoned shirt underneath that concealed his pale rippling muscle.

 

Eos eagerly helped him, panting like a dog run hard, eyes bright and glistening with excitement. He growled, nearly ripping the others shirt off in his haste. He simply could not ruin his lover's shirts though! As much as he'd like to, Falcon did have to look nice for his job.

 

At last, the final button was managed and the shirt flung open quicker than Falcon's fingers could work. Eos' warm hands traced all that muscle that he had caressed only sparingly before. It was no small delight to the beautiful youth that every inch of Falcon now belonged to him and him alone. Falcon was reeling from the same thought, his large sword-calloused hands caressing at the other's shoulders as those fine robes were easily removed with a flick of his fingertips and a bit of tugging. Perhaps that was the most frustrating thing about Tenshihana clothing - the sheer amount of it and it's design to be technically impossible to remove quickly.

 

The lovers didn't seem to mind as they kissed and nipped, Falcon's hands going to the small of Eos' back as he crushed the other to him in his passion. That limber lithe frame was his and all his, something that Falcon enjoyed most intensely. He would make every moment of their first lovemaking worth the months of waiting - that much, he promised.

 

Eos gasped, shivering as his robes pooled about his slender hips. His soft skin was like heaven beneath the fingertips of his lover and Eos nibbled and sucked at one of Falcon's nipples, growling and whining eagerly. Such a fine, fine body his lover had and it was all his and no one else’s!

 

Falcon shuddered with the other's eager little mouth questing at his nipple in a most insistent way. The Starc found himself chuckling as he suddenly slipped down to his knees before the other and began to gently work away Eos' boots, pants, and socks. The little lovely shivered when his husband's mouth touched lovingly upon the flatness of his belly, caressing warm hands to Eos' slender hips as he planted little open-mouthed kisses below his belly button.

 

Soft moans and little gasps escaped Falcon's little hybrid. The pale lavender eyes watched him intensely, lashes fluttering and hands fisting lightly in his short hair. Eos liked those touches very much, feeling the soft, warm press of the others lips and the fanning of his breath against his quivering belly. "Ooohhh... oh feels good Falcon..." He rasped softly.

 

The Starc couldn't help but smile against that smooth pale skin, his hand working down to trace that line that lead so happily to the meeting of Eos' thighs. A hand cupped at Eos' delicate genitals, stroking them to life as Eos' skin went from cool to warm to intensely hot. Fingers were soon joined by that warm mouth as Falcon's lips caressed the pink head and the soft velvety skin of the shaft. 

 

Eos whimpered, hips giving delicate little bucks. His body felt intensely hot and the young male's fingers tangled hard in the hair of his adoring husband, feeling those warm lips attending him. The smaller male mewled and tossed his head, rocking and clinging to the hard body of his mate.

 

Falcon didn't hesitate to swallow the little beauty whole, looking up with his gleaming silver-blue eyes as he enjoyed the full splendor of Eos' expression. His mouth gaped, pouting lips parted so beautifully, as his long red-gold hair fell to his back and dipped against his exquisite buttocks. His eyes were glistening and lidded, showing the full force of lavender behind thick dark lashes. Falcon saw to it that Eos arched for him, whimpered for him, the boy's nails digging into his scalp as Falcon worked that cock into a state of bliss beyond the point of return. It was not long until he made his inexperienced little lover cum.

 

The little male cried out, arching his back and tossing his head with delight as he came into the warm and welcoming mouth of his new husband. It was good, so very good and Eos was sobbing for breath and nearly collapsing against Falcon. "Ohgodohgodohgod..." He panted, caressing the hair of his beloved gently.

 

Little Eos' knees felt weak as Falcon slipped off of his cock and swallowed the whole of the other's essence. He licked his lips and stared up at the other's flustered face, his cheeks dusted pink from both embarrassment and pleasure. Slowly, Falcon came to rise and gathered his naked little beauty in his arms. His embrace was strong and warm, wrapping the other in a sense of complete safety as he was carried lovingly to the bed. There, Falcon settled him down as he stepped back to give his lover a nice little show.

 

Knowing just where the clasps were on his pants, the process was much quicker than Eos' groping desperate little hands. Falcon slipped off his belt and tossed it aside, leaning down and doing the same for the buckles of his boots. They were off and gone, leaving his breeches and stockings. One by one, every article of clothing was removed until Falcon stood before his twitching lovely as bare as the day he was born. 

 

Eos was watching him with wide, intensely focused eyes. He shivered in delight, eyes grazing over the others body as the rest of his clothes were slowly, slowly removed. He whined with delight the moment the pants were removed and he got to see the beautiful length rising from a bed of curls, just for him.

 

Falcon had the modesty to blush when he saw Eos' excited stare, feeling almost as though he should be covering himself up. However, this wasn't the time to be abashed. With gentle hands, he lifted up the other's chin and looked into his eyes. "I'll be gentle, I promise. It may feel a bit uncomfortable at first, but if you stick with me I believe you will enjoy this very much." Their lips met briefly in an almost teasing kiss, stoking the fires again as little Eos squirmed in his seat. "Remember always that I love you and will never harm you on purpose."

 

Harm him? Ha! Eos could care less if he was torn just as long as Falcon was buried balls deep inside his body. However, he did not say it, trying not to spoil his lover's mood with his own cheeky attitude. He kissed back gently, moaning excitedly before rolling his hips coyly. "Mmmn... you won't hurt me." He purred gently, stroking at the others shaft with tender, slender little fingers.

 

Falcon felt himself shudder, Eos easily seeing the blush spread upon his husband's cheeks from the delicate explorations of his manhood. The impressive cock - at least 8 inches - was already half grown and getting bigger the more Eos tried to coax it. Falcon seemed almost rather shy about letting the other touch him, but welcomed this coy little teasing with hot kisses to the other's pouting pink lips. Eos could feel the other's tongue ravaging his mouth, no doubt mirroring what would be going on in a more southerly direction. "Lay back, love. I need to prepare you." Falcon's words were gentle and softly spoken. His body gleamed a pale peach in the thin golden light that trickled through the crack in the curtains. It left a long beam along the bed, reminding them that they were enjoying themselves in the middle of the day.

 

Eos pouted, wanting to caress his lover's cock more. However, the idea that soon the other would be deep inside him had Eos moaning and laying himself down eagerly. "Yes love..." He purred, eagerly rolling his hips, thighs sliding against his lover's.

 

Falcon swallowed hard at the sight of the other's thighs spreading before him to offer up that tiny winking hole which would soon be claimed by his twitching need. He blushed as he moved away only briefly to grab some lube he had been hoarding in one of his bed table drawers. Breaking the seal and opening it up, he worked the wet goo onto his hands and lathered it over his fingertips. The other watched whilst writhing, already looking so sinfully cute. "Ready, beloved?"

 

Eos nodded eagerly, shivering and looking up with wide, excited eyes at the other. He wanted him so badly it hurt. "Yes... hurry love, I want you inside." He purred, toying with the others chest as he leaned over him.

 

Falcon nodded gently before looking back down at that tightness which teased him now and then when Eos spread his hips wider. Slipping his fingertips between those soft round cheeks, Falcon's fingers found purchase at the entrance he so coveted. Eos found himself moaning for the cool contact of the lubricant against his skin and the gentle press of large fingers to his virgin orifice. It was impossible for the Starc not to shiver as he slipped his first finger inside and was met with such a hot tightness that it made him almost groan. 

 

Eos quivered, arching and helping the other angle his finger in. He shuddered, lashes lowered over his bright eyes and a look of flushed delight on his face. Finally, the moment he has desired for so long! He moans sweetly, looking eagerly upon the other.

 

Falcon's lips meet with Eos', kissing the other as he gives little whimpers of encouragement between lusty gasps of pleasure. Falcon is quick to begin stretching him, using his finger at first and then adding another and another. His hands seem rather adept at parting the muscles with minimal amounts of pain, working with the other's body until he has at least three fingers in there and can insert the tip of a forth. "It doesn't hurt, does it?" Falcon asks softly against the other's neck as he rubs the boy's prostate repetitively.

 

Eos shook his head silently, little moans and whimpering cries escaping his mouth as his lover opens him up upon his fingers. Such a delicious sensation, this stretching, burning feeling. "Oohhh.... please, Falcon... I won't break." He breaths, eyes watering and body arching eagerly.

 

The other smiled softly at his encouraging words, dipping his head a little lower to catch a nipple between his lips. He then nips it with his teeth, tugging to give the other a sharp sensation of tingling pleasure and pain all at once. It's delightful for Eos and he writhes, his limber body arching and wrapping itself around Falcon for further encouragement. To be honest, this is just about as much as Falcon can stand. His cock is already large and dripping, working well on a stain to the sheets. If he doesn't press in now, he's likely going to lose himself even before claiming the other in their marriage bed. "As you wish, my love," Falcon breathes against the other's skin. With deft hands, he grips to the other and suddenly pulls him up. The suddenness of the action startles Eos, finding himself upon the other's lap. A thick hard rod pulsates between his delicate cheeks, Falcon's eyes glowing in the dim light as he looks directly into Eos' questioning violet gaze. "If I start now, I cannot stop. Know that much before we begin."

 

Shuddering, wild excitement gripped the young male and he rolled his hips. "I am not afraid." He replied haughtily, tossing his head and peering seductively at the bigger male, daring him to fuck him hard into the mattress. "Come now Falcon, make me yours completely."

 

The other smiled, that same sly smile that Eos remembers that first night they cuddled together, just before Falcon teased him witless on the bed. Falcon obviously had an idea of Eos' hidden talents for manipulation, for he had a knack of getting around them with his forthright and direct nature. This time, however, he was deciding to be devious. "You need not ask me twice," he replied in a cool whisper as his hands caressed at the other's sides. Eos suddenly felt himself shiver as his hips were lifted and forced down upon a hard throbbing heat now easily estimated at nine inches by how it fit within the other's tight ass. Falcon gave a hiss for the abrupt entry, sliding in so easily with the help of the lubricant and the stretching. It was marvelous...like the fires of the sun bound within a tight smooth cavern that sucked continuously at the Starc's twitching need. Being inside Eos was like being inside the universe, penetrating the last vestiges of the unknown and discovering the meaning of existence. Falcon gave a full-out moan for this feeling, gripping the other's hips.

 

Arching, the small male took him with a little whining whimper, toes curling. He growled, tugging insistently at Falcon. The other male was in him, now it was time to stop teasing and fuck him hard into the mattress! Eos' bright eyes peeked open and he looked poutingly upon Falcon, wriggling his hips to try and get the idea across that he wanted him to move now!

 

Falcon only smiled slyly and leaned forward, slipping his hand down to grip at the other's buttocks. It was then that the other felt the change in temperature. It was so slight at first that he did not note it, but there was already frost gathering on the long mirror in the corner. Falcon's eyes glowed so intensely that they nearly left a reflection against the other's face. Hands that felt like ice met with hot needy skin with almost a sizzle...and his rod...Dear Gods! His thick member was suddenly cold, despite the very nature of an erection. It made Eos' nipples perk and his very skin burn from the sensation before Falcon slipped the other off him and pulled him back down onto his member. Lips like little icy butterflies kissed at the other's nipples and collar, surrounding him in this sensation of hot meeting cold and the tingle that burned and froze as the two opposite elements met.

 

Eos cried out sharply, pleasure spiking from where heat met cold. This was a trick that left him off balanced, but wriggling in pleasure around that icy shaft. Gods, oh gods it felt good and the little male whimpered and clung to Falcon, arching his chest up for more kisses to his pebbled little nipples. "T-this is how you should use your talents..." He panted, moaning and tossing his head." Oh fuck me, Falcon!"

 

"I have every intention..." Falcon panted, suddenly pulling the other down and splaying him over the bed. Eos didn't know what hit him as, suddenly, all that muscle was focused on ramming in that hard yet cold shaft into his hot twitching body. His prostate was hit every time, cooling and warming in the same sensation as cold hands gripped those warm thighs and spread them further. Eos was just about ready to arch himself in half as Falcon gave him, thrust for thrust, the very passion that he craved.

 

The screams he slammed out of Eos was luscious. The little hybrid shrieked and moaned and thrashed, spreading creamy thighs to let the other in deeper into his tensing, hot body. Falcon was wonderfully vigorous and he cried out his bliss for his husband, wanting him deeper. His bright eyes closed, body focused on the pleasure coursing through him.

 

Falcon grunted as he gripped the sheets above the other's head and threw one of Eos' slender legs over his shoulder for better leverage. The sound of their skin smacking together was delicious and even the Starc was surprised by his own vigor. Still, he couldn't dream of stopping this pace now, especially when Eos looked to be enjoying it utterly. His red-golden hair, like fire and sunlight combined, spread over the purple sheets as the young beauty's cheeks stained read and his lips parted again and again with moans and gasps. Falcon sought to collect some with his own firm mouth, sealing his thinner lips upon those pouting ones as his buttocks clenched from the straining of each thrust. His muscles were working all together now to give his little husband the best ride he would ever have. Even so, the other's heat was fast melting the ice about Falcon's cock and fingertips. It wouldn't be long before the two met a blissful climax for the first time.

 

 

 Eos was reaching it quickly with this fierce pace that his love set. He whined, nipping eagerly at his mate's lips. "Oh... ohhhh.... ohohoh!" He shrieked, arching and clutching tighter. His body was rocking viciously back onto the others cock, forcing him deeper, swiveling his hips wildly. Falcon was good at this, very good and Eos was sure he'd get better the more they did it.

 

"U-uhn...ah...E-Eos....i-if you keep squeezing your a-anus like that....ah....I'm going to lose myself -!" Falcon whispered hotly against the other's ear, feeling as though his eyes might be rolling back into his head soon. Still, he kept the frantic pace and gripped the other's hip with his free hand. The bed by now was creaking madly and shaking, Falcon dizzily watching as Eos' cock bounced with every thrust and the impact seemed to ripple through his skin. That tight little ass jiggled every time he came down upon his beloved, seeing that white skin flex to accommodate the force of their love-making. It was all so beautiful.

 

The flexing, shivering muscles clenched at Falcon. Eos's hard, dripping cock smearing pre against his tensing belly. His hands scrabbled at the shoulders of his taller lover, tugging him down for breathless kisses and snarling moans of endearment.

 

 

Falcon could barely take it anymore, knowing that he was so close. With a gentle hand, he reached forward and began to stroke the other's cock with every effort to give Eos his pleasure first. The young Starc wanted so desperately to see the other reach his climax and enjoy their first experience together. He wished for the passion he so ardently felt for the beautiful Shadowshifter hybrid to be conveyed through his body in some way, hoping that Eos would see the level of his ardor for him and feel confident in their commitment to each other. Thus, Falcon worked the other's velvety cock, watching those violet eyes as he refused to take his gaze off the other's face.

 

 

Eos mewled the name of his beloved, clinging to him as his hips jerked. Pleasure was mounting, his whole body shaking as he stared up into the beautiful eyes of his Falcon, his handsome husband. Finally.... finally his! His head swam and his limbs felt like they were going to fall off, but he continued to slam his hips up onto Falcon's cock until with a ragged sob of pleasure, Eos spilled himself into Falcon's loving hand.

 

That was it. Beyond that point, Falcon could hold out no longer as that euphoric heat compressed around him and forced him to cum. With a few dying thrusts and a long low groan, Falcon's body filled the other's with hot semen and thus claimed the little lovely as his own at last. Light sparkled before his eyes in little points as he held them there for long moments, finally collapsing forward against the other, shivering from the intense pleasure he has just been afforded. The room is silent, all but for the sound of their shallow breathing and Falcon's gentle voice between rasping pants. "I.....love you....Eos..."

 

The slim arms of the hybrid wrapped tightly about his lover, a soft moan of pleasure leaving his throat. "Love you too, Falcon...." He husked, smirking and nuzzling his face gently into the hair of his sweaty, tired lover. "You're wonderful."

 

Falcon had the modesty to blush, but still smiled for the words. "Did I....live up to your expectations?" he asks as Eos' hands move through his short and choppy jet-black hair. His smile his glowing and warm as he gazes down upon the person he loves most intently, never willing to share moments like these with anyone but him. 

 

"Mmmn... yes, yes you did." He breathed and leaned up for a nibbling kiss. He sighed, snuggling the other warm, wet body close. Such a happy feeling, he felt as if he were floating and Eos happily nibbled at his precious mate with a soft, happy smile.

 

The two cuddled there for a long time, basking in the glow of their love making and enjoying their newly formed bond. As the two of them locked themselves away from the rest of the world, wrapped in blankets of passion, love, and desire, the reality of the outside world was growing harsher. In that one day, many had died. The Sombs were now a battle zone, littered with bodies and encampments built on the bones of the dead. Demons raided across the land, killing Angel and Human alike. Angels retaliated with utter destruction to any Demon horde they came upon, showing no mercy even to those that surrendered. It was a bloody lawless time. And, at the edge of it, sat Rowan and his soldiers.