• 1-The Promise

Disclaimer: I don’t own the story or plot and I don’t make no money tear. Ok and
I don’t own the song the Song is called the promise by whatshisface. I would know if I actually took the time to
make a few clicks and look it up on my music that’s playing right now but lazy
to right done now

The Promise

The house was cold,
dark and empty. Colder then it ever had
been, despite the many hateful meetings in the house many years ago where cold
leaked through the hearts of the hating.
It had a darker feeling then on those dreary nights when cloaked men and
women circled around their Dark Master.
It was emptier when it had spent those lonely years with out anyone
living in it. And here there was one
living in its recesses and yet it was more empty then then it ever had before.
Emptiness flooded around the man filling his heart and soul with
nothing.

If you wait for me

Your warm embrace.

The man paused at the affection, turning slowly to face the
silhouette of the figure he felt so near to.
The man pulled a far from romantic move by undertaking his figure to the
floor. Being triumphantly able to pin
his victim to the cool tile floor but he was rudely awakened when he was
flipped from his position of dominance and pressed to the floor an almost rough
arm pressing his neck to the floor. A
glow of fire in a warring lover’s eyes almost drove the man to fear.

I'll find my way back you you

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As the man’s body began its shudder, under the tear from one whom
had loved him so, he was soon relieved to find that his face was being pai
wi
with compassionate laps of tongue, warmth of breath, and pressure of lips.

If you'll be waiting

The man breathed his loves name as he only could with an arm
pinned to his throat. Hen>He reached around
pulling submission into their game as the man was released and a weight rested
on his chest a heaving chest pressed against his naval. The man closed his eyes running a hand down
to entwine his fingers in hair.

If you dream of me
like I dream of you

The man ran his hands over arms, head, neck, back, chest, stomach,
sides, arse, thighs, knees, calves, feet, fingers,
toes, ears, a nose.
Tracing hands over his favorite place putting fingers in the cave of a
mouth, imagining everything that made up the angel placed in his arms with only
a touch.

Equal learning was shared with his angel as the man found where he
like his hands most on seraph’s body, the founding was enjoyed just as much by
the guardian.

In a place that's warm
and dark

His fingers playful ran along the snaky tongue. The tongue lapped at the fingers but was soon
lost when the man ran his fingers on the roof of the mouth making sure to run
his fingers along the back of the teeth. spanspan>This got a response of only a shiver.
He rubbed his fingers up against the silky insides of the cheeks before
they were sucked back in by the tongue which was aching for attention. The tongue circled the intruding fingers the
teeth rubbing gently along the upper knuckles and the tips of his fingers
reached towards the back of the throat a place that he was only all too
familiar with. The tongue found this intriguing
and happily licked the palm of the fingers humming its appreciation.

In a place where I can
feel the beating of your heart

The man let his fingers slip from the mouth being pleased when
seeing his darling fully aroused at this point he knew that it was arousal for
he got a mouthful of an arousal in the shape of a tongue.

Remembering

He grunted his disapproval he was not about to go and do this in
the middle of the grim old hall! He
wanted to be in bed in their bed; snuggled beneath the covers and beneath each
others arms. He grabbed his being of the
floor and then led the way up the stairs into the room. The moon flooded its lights on the bed bring
a glow of heavy darkness despites its brightness. He sat down on the end of the bed and waited
for what was coming.

Your touch

Soon delights stretched along the mattress, the man slipped over
the enriched ivory skin until he was lying above their hearts beating
rhythmically together. Separate by
nothing but skin and a few messily bones either of which could quickly
disappear so that their hearts would be lying side-by-side beating out the
words that were unsaid and the emotions that had no wonder at all.

Your kiss

The man lifted up slowly and moved to place a kiss on the flesh
that separated his lover’s heart from his lips.
A smile filled his eyes at the thought of the importance that heart made
to their love.

Your warm embrace

Enthralled by the beauty that filled the worshipped eyes caused
the hands to run up the man’s silky sides fingering each of the slightly under
fed ribs; drawing in pleasure that can only be given when one transforms the
beast into the remarkable prince when hands finally groped over the abdomen.

I'll find my way back
to you

The man was taken by surprise as his traveler folded into his arms.
He forgot his breath a moment for his sheep had come to place sloppy kisses on
his throat and a bite in his shoulder.

I’ve longed for you
and I have desired.

The man moaned in pleasure there was no need for the hot steamy
interplay of their burning passion; relishing in the existence of each other
forgetting the pain and aching of their unforgivable separation. They could only find satisfaction in every
piece of flesh that was met with a moments kiss or a lifetimes epic love,
satisfaction in every drop of glistening silky, flavoring sweat that seeped
though their eyes, satisfied to be, right there, everlasting.

To see your face your
smile

The Man paused only a moment to suck softly on the salty cheeks of
a beloved. A look caused a sheer of joy
to be released in the form of a laugh.
The strength was shedding rain from eyes that had never felt the
lubrication of such a feat; this was certainly something that was not eased by
the laughter. The tears could never stop
as long as they were one.

To be with you
wherever you are

A pace quickened between them as if it was no longer about just
being together there was something more they had to do. Without words or glances they knew right away
exactly where they were going and what had to be done. A gift that would be wasted if they spend
another moment ravishing in each others beauty, nothing however short of lovers
could have known to pick up such a pace landing on an equal pace that made
grunts usher from both of them.

Remembering

Naturalness took hold of them the strange tears gone as they laid
stripped on each other. Nothing was
between them but bare skin and yet the world was being shown and opened to them
as if they had just been born. As if not
until this very moment have they been living.

The room breathed for them as they forgot anything that did not
belong to them in that very moment.
Hands being lost as the others hand; the melting of two seemingly
separate bodies into a grand being that knew nothing but being pleased.

Your touch

Inside, shaking the fabric of innards, as the rhythmical pushing
and pul, cl, clutching and releasing. Things that brought all of senses to a halter and left only the
feeling inside them, the warmth inside the loved.

Your kiss

His mouth took in the ear lobe running a lick along the seam as he
sucked gently, during his unstopping mission to reach the final peak of
pleasure. The cherub sent out love cries
of the various varieties but none so appreciated as the sound of the man’s name
on the cherub’s tongue.

Your warm embrace

The burning was relieved as fresh warmth of delight filled and
overfilled them into limp bodies. Where
one, he drew out and pulled his dearest into chest again letting the room
breath for him as he whispered not coherent sounds and mews.

I'll find my way back
to you

Slipping fingers though long soft hair sucking light kisses on a
prefect jaw line up along it to ears, eyes, temples, and of course the lips,
with that tongue twirling around with its own special love, the angels tongue. The man was suddenly sure that his dry mouth
was only being wetted by the tongue of his sweetheart.

If you'll be waiting

His one-and-only parted the kiss burying into the man’s body. In the man’s neck was a relaxed face. Sandwiched in between his legs were the
slender legs of nakedness. The man
pulled the covers over them to keep in the warmth poured out of their bodies.

I've longed for you
and I have desired

Seraph grasped the musk coming from the man as the nose was buried
in the crock of the man’s neck. A smell
that brought more then just the love of the man but also the filling spirit of
the powerful in beast that resided inside the man.

To see your face, your
smile

He reached his hand down to his beloved and raised the face of the
angel to look at him. He knew what was
running though the mind. He knew that
there was no way that his enthralled was going to be able to be with him and
not think about the time when he was lost running, trying to get back to
him. Trying to be there standing with
arms stretched open offering the man home, that image, that separation would
always be burned in them. The only
escape for the thought was the long tunnel that showed between their glances.

To be with you
wherever you are

Beloved, turned over facing the other way the man wrapped his arms
around the waist. The man sighed not out
of disappointment or unhappiness but of relief.
Relief that he could hold his enchanted close to him his arms being able
to once again be the shield for both of them, not letting anything come in and
take them apart. No his arms would hold
Love there forever.

Remembering

That’s how it was the two of them.
Being one for pleasure and becoming two to love. Two was better for loving, it was better for
sharing in each others presences. It was
better for making the coffee just right even after years of separation. It was better for telling stories with. It was better laughing as two. Laughing as one was haunting and eering but laughing and recalling nights of youth were
better as two. But as one they could
only be to find the honest, rarest, purest pleasure that had just barely
slipped out of the fingers of earth when it was being created. And it was only just found with in there one.

Your Touch

Being two allowed the man to being charming for his one. He caused a shutter down the beloved as the
man stroked his fingers from the neck to the curve between the shoulder blades
tracing an I *Heart* U gently with crafty fingers.

Your Kiss

Being two he could rest his lips on the enchanted with’s milkin, in, causing the needed to face the man
placing a tongue in the cravens of the man’s mouth.

Breaking the kiss the man knew what was coming next a deep long
sleep something he had been without for many months; for sleeping was better
with two, but he could not let go of his one and only after such a wonderful reunion
could he dare close his eyes. He was not
in vain the loved one pulled the man into the body holding and rocking the man
to sleep.

Together Again

The man leaned over in bed.
He looked around seeing that it was not so. The foreplay in the hall and the love in the
bed was it was just a dream. Pulling the
empty pillow towards him sniffing it trying to draw in the last bit of scent
wrapping his arms and legs around it, this was the only way to get his angel
back that night.

It would feel so good
to be

He imagined that it had been his dear that had come with arms wide
open smilingly brilliantly at him. But
he was at a lost for there was nothing. Just a cold dank pillow, just a long dark hall way, just an empty
old bed. The bed should have been
theirs it was meant to be a theirs not a, his or her,
but a theirs. That was what was wrong
the bed it was going unfulfilled back in the bed shop the other beds were
laughing and making fun of him because he was a theirs bed and he only had a
him in him not a their.

The Man felt like the bed everyone laughing at him. He was not meant to be an I and one a he, he
was meant to be a they, a couple, a them and yet he
never was one of those.

In your arms

The
man buried his face in the pillow that he clutched. He imagined that it was his devoted. That his devoted was enjoying the feeling of
his face buried in the crock of the devoted ones neck. But it was not the devoted one it was a
pillow. The coldest, hardest, pillow
that probably not not even fit to be called a pillow any long, but he clutched
it for he was trying to grasp the last parts of a love that had just
disappeared.

Where all my journeys
end

A howl rang though his body if not the house. It was the howl, that’s what the man had
learned from being a beast. What a howl
was. It was being lonely, being able to
howl up at the nights sky and think that the one that
loved you could see the same sky. A howl
was being able to call out ones loneliness and here the other’s howl about how
lonely they were to. He howled was to
show how lost he was. He was lost in a
wildness he was not familiar with but his howl was as lost as him for no one
would hear that howl. The one he howled
to was terminated.

If you can make a
promise If it's one that you can keep, I vow to come
for you

The man stirred under the warmth of his sheets; a
warmth that was eating him alive for it was not the warmth he
needed. He groaned out and kicked off
them. He mumbled out the name of his
dearest into the ear of the pillow. It
was of course full of fluff but as he repeated the name over and over his
tongue hissing out the letters so that it was almost as if he was singing he
did could believe that his angel had heard his desperate calling. A rush of relief came over him which was
equivalent to the fatigue
that caused him to drift to sleep.

If you wait for me and
say you'll hold

The man could imagine what it would really be like. He wouldn’t just stand there watching has his
home been held out to him in out stretched arms. No the Man would out stretch his arms so that
he was the only holding the home. So
Seraph would come home. He would be the
one to grin and he would be the sight for sore eyes. His lover would look apon
him with sheer delight. The man would be
the one running the marathon to each him.
Then then it would be real and he wouldn’t be
lying in his bed.

If you wait for me and
say you'll hold