10Story Name: My Guardian Angel.
Warnings: Male/Male Slash, Sexual themes, mentions of abuse and rape, And slight Language.
Summary: What love is supposed to be like, The real beauty of making love. I've found my angel who showed me it all.
When I see your smile,
Tears run down my face,
I can't replace,
I let out a tear-filled breath as my Father walks out of the room, All I can feel is the pain and the blood running between my legs. I pull up my boxers slowly. I was supposed to go to a friend's house when he grabbed me. I hope he won't be mad when I come a little late.
I turn slowly so I don't cause pain to my sore body and look up at the clock. Damn, I have twenty minutes to get there. I sigh and suck the air through my teeth as I sit up slowly trying to pull myself across the floor to the bathroom, I get myself standing and into the shower to wash the blood and 'dirt' shall we call it, off of me.
I just let the water pound down on my bruised skin. Then leave the shower before I have to leave to go to my friend's. I look at myself in the mirror for a while, hating the bruises all over my skin. especially the ones on my thighs.
I rid myself of thinking of these on-going thoughts of what my Father just did to me. I'm going to hang out with someone who loves me, i don't need to think about my Dad.
I throw on some skinny jeans and a band T-shirt. Then I quickly drive my way to his place and when I get there I knock on the door to see the tall, thin (deathly thin) perfect boy standing in fornt of me. Dressed in checkered skinny jeans and a Drop Dead Gorgeous band shirt. I notice his beautiful hazel eyes are darkened with black eye liner. Man, He is the most gorgeous boy I've ever met.
And now that I'm strong I have figured out,
How this world turns cold,
and breaks through my soul.
I know that I'll find deep inside,
I can be the one.
"Heyy!" He gives me a hug. I fight to hold in a gasp when his arm meets the bruises on my back. "You okay?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." I give him a smile.
"You know, You have a beautiful smile." He says.
I blush and giggle a little, looking down and back up again.
"You're so cute." He says, running his hand on the side of my face, making me look up at him. His finger slides softly to the bruise on my eye. "Who hit you, beautiful?" he asks.
"Its nothing." I say, pulling away and walking inside.
He comes up behind me and puts his arms around my waste and lies his cheek on my head, since he's a bit taller then me. "You can tell me baby." he says.
"It was my Dad but, its nothing." I say, wishing he would change the subject, damn, I should have covered the bruise up better.
"I didn't know your Dad hit you." He says. "I know how you feel, believe me beautiful." he says, petting my head.
"I know..." I say.
He turns me around, holding my hips, softly rocking me back and forth. "You know I love you right?" he says.
"I know." I say, but, I sometimes doubt it. See the thing is. I've had a crush on him for a while, but, he never seemed to want to do anything but, be my friend, but, his flirtiness always have me hope.
I will never let you fall,
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.
He bends in slowly, stopping half way there, with his eyes closed, he asks. "Can I?" His voice crackly slightly.
"S-sure." I stutter, You have no idea how much I've been dreaming of this day.
He lightly presses his soft lips against mine, kissing ever so slow and softly. He pulls back a couple inches and stares into my eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes staring at me, and I can see he really loves me. I giggle a little at that thought. And brush and look down as he stares into my eyes.
He brings his hand up and caresses my face with the palm of his hand and kissing me again, this time I kiss back, the soft kisses become more and more passionate. He unzips my hoodie and slides it off me and lets it fall to the floor. Then opens his eyes and jerks a little when he sees the bruises on my upper arm from being grabbed, shaken and dragged across the floor.
"I'll kill him." He says, running his hands over the purple/blue bruise on my arm softly. "How could someone hurt someone has beautiful as you?" He asks. His hand slides to my neck and rests there as he bends in for another kiss.
"I...I love you..." I whisper.
"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" He asks me, looking at me softly. "Only if you want to." He says.
I nod and slid my hand in his and we walk slowly to his bedroom, I'm a little nervous honestly, I just hope he goes softly, After what Dad did. What am I saying? Of course he'd go softly, he would never hurt me. He loves me.
Its okay. Its okay. Its okay.
Seasons are changing,
and waves are crashing,
and stars are falling all for us.
Days grow longer, and Nights grow shorter.
I can show you I'll be the one.
I start to pull on the door, damn thing won't open.
"You push it gorgeous." He says with a soft laugh.
I let out of embarrassed laugh. "Hehe, sorry." I giggle and push open the door. God, I am so stupid sometimes.
He leans me in the room walking backwards with my hands in his. He slides off my shirt over my head and looks sadly down at my chest. "You're so skinny." He pulls me into his arms. "You're perfect." He whispers in my ear. God, his voice is like one of an angel's. So low and dark, let soft and beautiful. It melts me.
I giggle like a school girl. "Really?" I blush.
He runs his soft hands on my back, feeling my bones and skin softly as I pull his shirt off and look at his flawless boney chest, the bones slightly sticking out upset me a bit, Because I wish he knew he was perfect too. "You're more perfect." I say, pulling myself into his arms, closing my eyes and just enjoying the scent of him. Right now I feel more safe then I've ever been.
He softly runs his hands up and down my back and through my hair. "Should we go on?" He asks.
"Yeah," I sniff. "In a second."
"Are you crying beautiful?" He asks pulling me back and wiping the tears from my eyes with his thumbs. "You're too beautiful to shed tears." He says.
I blush. "Thanks." I sniff again.
"Why are you crying?" He asks.
"Because I love you, and have loved you for a while." I say.
"I love you too." He says. "I love you so much." his hand slides down to my zipper. "What do you want me to do?" He asks softly, looking at me with those breath taking hazel eyes.
I will never let you fall,
I'll stand up with you forever,
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.
All I can do is nod. And he slides the zipper down and unbuttons and slides the skin-tight jeans off and looks in sorrow at the bruises on my thighs. Tears well up in his eyes and he pulls me to his chest.
"He will never hurt you again, Never! I'll never let him!" He chokes, I can feel wetness on my head. He's crying? Why does he bother to waste tears on me?
"I love you." That's all I can say, that's all I've been able to say since I got here. I look down at his pants and slowly pull them off. God his legs are like sticks. I wish he didn't starve himself. I wish he could see himself through my eyes because he is so beautiful to me.
His hands slid carefully on my hips and he slides the boxers off and I step out of them. This time its me almost crying. Just letting out fast short breaths.
"Don't worry, He'll never hurt you again." He promises, as I slowly pull off his boxers and get down on my knees, this is what I'm used to doing.
"Beautiful, you don't have to do that." He says. "I know you must hate it."
"But, I want to please you, I don't know how else other then letting you fuck me." I say softly.
He puts his hand on my face. "I'm pleased no matter what you do, if you do this, if we make love, or even if we just cuddle in the dark all night, I'm pleased. Don't do anything you don't want to." He says.
I look down. "I really hate doing this whatever Dad..." I stop myself.
He takes my hand and pulls me up. "Then don't." He says. "I would never force you."
Cause you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart,
please don't throw that away,
Cause I'm here for you,
Please don't walk away,
and Please tell me you'll stay.
He sits down on the bed and pulls me with him and this time I work up the guts to kiss him. gliding my fingers across his jawline. "You're beautiful." I say.
"You're the beautiful one." he says back.
"No, You are the beautiful one." I say.
"Lets not fight gorgeous." He says, lying me back softly. "I'll go easy, I promise I won't hurt you, if I do, just tell me and I'll stop." he says as I turn over, when I first feel him come inside it kind of stings the rips already there from my Father but, after a little it doesn't hurt anymore. He's defiantly not rough at all, he doesn't hit or thrust too hard, or bite me or anything, he just goes in and out slowly and carefully as he leaves butterfly kisses up my back and to my neck, where he softly runs his lips over the bite marks on my shoulder and gently kisses them.
Right now I realized some things about sex.
It CAN be beautiful,
It CAN be clean,
It CAN be full of love,
And it CAN be everything I dreamed it was before my father started with me.
Use me as you will,
Pull my strings just for a thrill.
And I know I'll be okay,
Though my skies are turning gray.
He softly comes in and out. Asking me over and over if he's hurting me, of course he's not, this is the best thing I've ever felt, It feels like finally being loved not fucked.
I'm with someone who really loves me.
And would never dream of hurting me.
I trust him, and I know he'll save me from my nightmares.
Because he loves me for me...
I will never let you fall,
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all,
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.
FIN.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ain't that cute! Nothing hotter then two Emo boys makin' love. =)
PLEASE review, tell me how I did. This was my first slash where they have sex and its not rape! So tell me how I did. It would mean allot. THANKS!