I told you I wouldn't abandon this story, didn't I? Actually, I'm not sure anyone is still reading. Oh, well. It pleases me, at least.

Serious kink ahead because Angeal is a secret perv, sexual situations, blah. I don't own most of these characters, or yet own whatever newfangled game system the remake will be on. Still rocking PS2 here on the rare occasions that I play.

WITH THE DEAD
Chapter 8

In the parlance of another world, it would've been called a red-light district. In Gaia's Illyra, however, Rose Street needed no other name, for by its own it was well known. The residential part of the large town/small city made up the eastern-most third, to its west for almost two-thirds lay the business district, and Rose Street, being farthest to the west, was never a place someone went to or through by accident. North Rose Street was classier, brothels and courtesan houses, South was dirtier and cheaper, but it was all a place of prostitution. Which was not illegal in Illyra, but hardly something talked about openly on any other road.

The man just arrived on the illicit avenue was known in the business world as Leon Johnson, a respected accountant who had built a fortune out of bilking unsuspecting clients, but here, having as usual discarded his suit for a subway conductor's uniform, he was known as Nolly. The nickname was all he had kept from an impoverished and escaped childhood, and he used it because he was not always kind to the purchases he made here on Rose Street. An accountant being known to frequent a courtesan house was one thing; an accountant known to like spanking the most underage boys he could get was another.

Nolly walked his usual route to the central block of Rose Street, making his way with an ease born of practice beneath the pink-tinged street lamps. His favorite flesh market, this adventurous soul, was an emptied and abandoned warehouse, also lit with rose-colored lights, called Indy Place because this was where pimps and doms in need of cash waited each with a single offering to be rented to a bidder of the owner's choice. It was a good mix of the expensive and the cheap, useful to Nolly's unpredictable wallet, and tended to attract both a unique plate of delicacies and a unique clientele. Also, no records here were kept. He wasn't even always asked his name.

On this night, Nolly was arriving to the old building with a full billfold and an intent to treat himself; to what, he wasn't sure yet, but he usually found something he liked. There was generally no shortage of what he craved – boys, the prettier and younger, the better, best of all between 13 and 16. He tried to get new ones, even though they were the priciest, because they were still fresh and pure, not yet jaded by their occupation or dulled by drugs. He himself did not think he was harsh on any of them, and in comparison to others who came here, he was not. Nolly usually did not like to give pain. He did not like to think he was taking anything away, or at least not anything that someone else would rip away more painfully than he.

He saw right away on arrival a crowd of customers surrounding something, dwindling as one man at a time broke from the pack to speak to whatever they were ganged up on, then walked dejectedly away. Nolly took his time approaching, patiently waited his turn until he could see what the fuss was about, and wondered if it was something truly spectacular, something he'd be willing to spend a full half of his money on. He could hear now sums of money (less than what he had) being offered with no audible answer, then sums far greater than what he had, and presumably a negative answer was given, because the offerer each time would slink away. Figuring he had no shot, Nolly waited anyway, because he had never seen anything like this at Indy Place and was curious.

Finally, he reached the front, and at once, half of what was in his wallet seemed a laughable pittance, for he saw what had caused such a stir here.

The man who was presumably the pimp was tall, very broad and very handsome, with inky-black shoulder-length hair, a chiseled jaw, and a very serious, almost warning expression. The cause of all this fuss was what he had a protective arm around, a much shorter figure, a boy of 16 at the most, who was such the picture of innocence that the warehouse around them seemed darker and dingier by comparison. He was doll-like in a way, in that his features were perfect, his lips so deep a pink that they might have been painted, and his luminescent pearl skin reminiscent of porcelain. His spiky hair was black and his eyes a startling pale blue, a very striking combination, and as Nolly approached, he could not look into the boy's neutral gaze, so looked at the man with as little timidity as he could manage.

"Good evening, sir."

"And to you." The man had a very deep, pleasant voice. "Enjoying the night air?"

"Oh, yes, sir, principally why I come here. And you?"

The man smiled wryly, his acknowledgment of the lie. "Always."

Pleasantries exchanged, Nolly let his eager eyes fall back to the boy who was presumably what was being offered. Held protectively by the man's cradling arm, the youth looked at Nolly without fear or anything like it, but a sweet shyness. Every slight movement, every blink of those magnificent eyes spoke of purity, as though the kid were not only new to this place but new to his own existence, as if he'd been born only hours before. Nolly looked at the cerulean eyes with as much kindness and reassurance as he could, and finally the kid looked directly at him, sized him up for a few moments, then looked up at the man. Neither said anything, though it seemed that they had.

Any thought of his usual haggling had left Nolly's aroused and needy mind. "Name your price, sir."

"Baby?" the man asked softly. To Nolly's concealed joy, the boy nodded, and the man quoted a price just shy of what Nolly had on him.

"Wonderful. I'll just secure a room – "

"We have one already, there," the man said quietly, gesturing to the nicest hotel in view, and the three began to walk. The arm the man kept around the boy did not let go, even as they entered the elevator, the clean if not luxurious room, and Nolly shut the door behind them. As a gesture of goodwill, Nolly took out the money at once and left it on the dresser, something he had never dared do before, and turned to find the man seated on the large bed with the boy on his lap.

They look alike. They almost seem like…no, that would be too hot. "I go by Nolly, sir."

"You can call me Alex. This is Zack."

"Forgive me, but may I ask, are you both…new to this?"

The boy spoke at last, and he had a beautiful voice, pure as a silver bell. "I'm not quite a virgin. But I've only…been with…Daddy."

Nolly tried to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. What gods had he pleased to deserve this?

'Alex' elaborated with an easygoing smile. "My son is not a prostitute, you see. Just curious, and with my permission, being allowed to see what it's like with someone else."

"You…mean…" Nolly croaked, "…he's…yours?"

"In every way." Alex gently kissed along the vein of Zack's neck, while rubbing the toned stomach Zack's shirt left partly bare.

If Nolly was able to spontaneously ejaculate, he would've been on his fifth or sixth time by now. "He's…exquisite. His mother must be very beautiful."

Zack laughed, a lovely sound. Alex chuckled and said, "Yes, she is."

"Does she…know about this?"

"Oh, yes. She's quite protective, but what Zack wants, Zack gets." Alex caught Nolly's eye, and nodded as though in answer to a question. "You'll get in no trouble for what we do here, Leon. As long as you follow the rules."

I don't remember telling him my real name. Huh. "Of course, sir. May I know them?"

"First and foremost, if Zack tells you to stop, at any time, you do so."

"Of course, of course. I have no desire to force him." Not entirely true, but no way was Nolly going to mess this chance up.

"And you may not kiss him on the lips."

Small price to pay. "Agreed, sir."

"And you are not to cause him pain."

"Of course." No loss there. A little pain was fun sometimes, but not with one this beautiful. Nolly only wanted to see pleasure on the living doll's face.

"Otherwise, you can do as Zack, and you, like."

"May I…touch him?"

"Puppy?"

Puppy? Cute nickname.

Zack nodded and gave the stranger a smile that was equal parts seductive and innocent. Nolly edged forward slowly, as not to frighten him, and very gently framed the fine-boned face with his large hands. Now, a little conversation to ease the way…

"How old are you, Zack?"

"Sixteen."

He looked it, if not indeed a bit younger. Close-up, the boy's beauty was even greater, enough to make Nolly dismiss the strange coldness of his skin. Well, it wasn't the warm season, and though Zack wasn't dressed scantily, he couldn't be very warm in tight leather pants and a flowy shirt, both black.

"Would you like me to order anything, Zack? Some hot tea, perhaps?"

"No. Thank you."

"Are you nervous?"

"A little."

Alex wrapped broad arms around the small body and nuzzled the kid's face and neck.
"I'm here, baby. Nothing bad will happen to you."

Nolly gently traced the pouty pink lips with his thumb. "I won't harm you, Zack. I promise. Maybe…" Nolly gulped hard. "Maybe if your papa comforts you a bit, you'll feel more ready."

Zack only blinked curiously, but Alex understood, laughing a moment. "So, you first want to watch me to take care of my son."

"For his sake as much as mine, sir," Nolly began…

"I have no objections. Zack?"

The boy responded by turning his head, finding Angeal's lips and opening his mouth against them. Nolly somehow found a chair to fall upon as Angeal, kissing Zack, slowly unbuttoned the boy's shirt and bared a pale, toned chest and stomach that had Nolly fully drooling onto his hardening crotch. Zack's head fell back on a shoulder when his father reached and began toying with his pale pink nipples.

"He likes to be touched here," Angeal said, in a tone reminiscent of his old teacher-voice. "He likes them rubbed and sucked, but not hard, and no biting."

Zack suppressed a giggle at that while Nolly nodded fervently. Angeal's hands worked the hard chest for a bit longer, then slid down to massage the thighs taut beneath their leather covering. Zack nodded as if answering a question, and 'Alex' unbuttoned and slid down the pants, grabbing at the shoes and socks as he pulled them off. The boy was wearing no underwear, and with a little shifting, he was now completely bare in his father's lap.

Nolly, meanwhile, was quietly losing his mind. He had never minded paying extra for the most beautiful thing on offer, especially after the unfortunate business of accidentally killing a few who hadn't been worth his utmost care. (Well, what else was hush-money for?) But this boy, this nearly-a-child beamed the way the room's lamps gave off light, his luminescent skin pearly white like the moon in a clear night sky. He was slender, tiny waist curving into hips that did not look female on him, for he was all boy, from the muscled abdomen to the fairly small, hairless (he was completely devoid of body hair) cock that 'Alex' now took in hand and slowly began to manipulate.

"Ohhhh," Zack sighed, head falling back on Angeal's shoulder. "An- "

"Say what our guest wants to hear, baby Puppy," Angeal reminded him quickly.

"Daddy, it feels so good."

Nolly started, having come a small amount into his briefs, which startled him, as it was extremely uncommon for him to ejaculate without working for it. But the scene before him was more beautiful than any fantasies the man had, fantasies that occasionally involved some measure of pain, even what some would call torture. He had spoken the truth to these strangers, though; even were he alone with the boy, he would be all gentleness, as such purity demanded even of the wicked, of the condemned, which Nolly did not know he already was.

Zack didn't seem to be able to hold out long either, and quickly went into the longest climax Nolly had ever seen in a human being. Alex held him close through it, gently pumping the seed out of him, occasionally pausing to massage the small testicles as though helping them to empty. As Zack caught his breath, Alex said with a smirk, "He can always go again quite quickly. And many of his orgasms are as long and lovely as what you just witnessed."

"It's almost not human," Nolly said in wonder.

Zack, catching his breath, laughed lightly and sweetly, and Alex smirked again. Nolly briefly wondered if the boy was something else, a nymph out of Cetran folklore, or a succubus ready to steal his soul. Well, if the latter, he could have it. Anything for a taste of him. As though seeing this thought, Alex lifted and spread the boy's legs wide. The cock bounced, and began to lift itself up again.

"He wants you to suck him," the man said, though the boy had said nothing. "Remember. Gentle."

"Gentle, of course, anything you ask," Nolly babbled, actually falling on the floor where he was, and completely uncaring of his dignity, he walked on his knees the short distance to place his hands on the little waist, rub the skin there…how can a human's skin be this soft and flawless? Especially a teenager's?

He looked up to see if the touch was all right, and Zack answered this time. "Yes, you can touch. Do you want to taste me?"

Nolly held off coming again just at the utterance, just at the thought. "May I? I promise, I won't do anything that will hurt."

"Taste me." The voice was sex itself made words. Maybe a succubus after all, but one worth a soul.

Nolly coaxed the smooth legs onto his shoulders, rubbed the thighs soothingly as he inhaled the boy's scent. Where a man would be musky, Zack smelled clean, not like soap, but almost floral. Not rose-garden, girly floral, but like wildflowers on a windy day, in a meadow untouched by man.

"Untouched by man," Alex said softly. "Yes, indeed, until now."

Nolly didn't find it strange that the father was echoing his unspoken thoughts, because he was busy taking the erect cock into his mouth. Angeal reached down and pinched the organ just above where the lips had settled.

"Otherwise he'll come in seconds," he explained. "Go on. Make him feel good."

"Daddy," the boy moaned, stretching his head back on Angeal's shoulder. Angeal stroked the bared neck with his free hand before putting his arm back around Zack's waist.

"I'm here, baby Puppy."

Nolly began to suck, slowly but hard, since he knew the father was preventing Zack from coming for now. Experimentally, he moved his tongue all around the enclosed organ as his cheeks hollowed, puffed back out, hollowed, puffed back out. Unable to help it, Zack was thrusting into the pressure, and Nolly put his hands on the narrow hips to guide him in and out. After a little while, Nolly held him still and began teasing the slit with tongue, which prompted groans that were louder but less urgent.

He had spoken the truth; he had no desire to hurt this particular merchandise, but quickly realized that as many did, Zack seemed to like the pleasure-pain of the slit being irritated. He stopped thrusting, though his hips occasionally rolled in a seductive manner no whore Nolly'd ever known could match.

"No pain." Before Nolly could wonder how the man knew – the boy certainly wasn't objecting – Zack spoke, or groaned, rather.

"Nnnnn…I like it…"

"No pain, baby Puppy," Angeal murmured, pausing to trace the boy's ear with his tongue. "I had to promise Gen."

Nolly regretfully pulled back, despite a whimper from Zack. "Jen? His mother, perhaps?"

"Indeed. Very protective." Angeal left off pinching and began to roll the boy's balls in his large hand. Zack's eyes rolled back into his head and he thrust into the air. "Hurry or he'll come without you."

Nolly barely had time to latch back on before there was a beautiful cry and a spurting stream of sweet, milky fluid shooting down his throat. Why it tasted good when no other's ever had before, Nolly didn't question. He just knew he wanted all of it, and it was several minutes before the font ran dry. As he pulled back wondering how to express his gratitude, he saw the young nymph shift restlessly on the lap holding him.

"Need…Daddy, I need…"

Nolly's crotch dampened further. This 'Daddy' thing was really doing it for him. "What does he need?"

"My cock, usually," Alex said casually. "Would you like that, Leon? Like to watch me fuck him before you take your turn?"

Holy fucking Gaia. "Would you…I mean…"

"Puppy?"

"Yes," the nymph groaned. "Please…need inside…now…"

Angeal's teacher-voice returned; Nolly wondered how the man stayed so calm with Zack on his lap, no matter how used to it he must be.

"No matter how many times he's fucked, he remains as tight as the first time, Leon. He has to be loosened patiently every time. Would you like to prepare him for me?"

Nolly briefly forgot how to work his mouth. "M-May I?"

Angeal handed him a tube of very expensive, gold-colored lubricant. As Nolly squeezed some out with jittery fingers, Angeal adjusted Zack to make sure he was comfortable against the familiar chest. Kissing him, he spread the boy's legs again and held them up, baring his most secret place. Somehow, Nolly had a coherent, non-sex thought.

"Should I turn up the heat? Is he cold?"

agzagzagz

The man was certainly conventionally attractive enough, but that wasn't why Zack had picked him. The newborn had had little practice with mind-reading, but in the crowd that had come up to him, Angeal had read each would-be customer and telepathically listed the crimes of each. Most were minor, misdemeanors Zack hesitated to execute anyone for. Leon, however, was the perfect combination of what Zack had wanted – perverted enough to be disarmed by a few "Daddy"s and guilty enough of rapes, murders, sessions of torture - to warrant execution. Like his parents, Zack wanted to hunt the evil-doer.

However, the boy felt that he was the one being tricked, by his own possible mistake more than Leon. Even though the man was playing along with prostitution of a minor and what he must have thought was child abuse, he was also being gentle with the boy, seemingly satisfied to follow the no-pain rule, and he was showing apparently genuine concern about Zack's well-being, namely his skin being cold even though the weather wasn't very. As Nolly's latest question hung in the air, Angeal instantly answered Zack's sudden guilt at the same time he answered the customer's question.

"My son has a minor medical condition that keeps his skin cool regardless of ambient temperature. I appreciate your concern, but I assure you, it causes him no discomfort."

Baby Puppy, this man has raped dozens of boys your age and younger. He's murdered some of them, left others traumatized by abuse and torture. Even a career criminal can in a moment, enchanted by a victim's beauty, feign concern for him. Remember. He believes I am your biological father who has a relationship with you you cannot consent to. He is a bad man and you chose wisely your kill.

You're…I know you're right.

You can do it without pain. Remember Oliver's story.

Be kind to them, right? Because we can't survive without them.

I'm right here with you, baby Puppy. I'll make sure you get through it. I love you.

Had they remained still, speaking telepathically for more than a couple moments, Nolly might have thought it odd, so Angeal caught the customer's eye and gestured to Zack, whose legs he still held open.

"Go on. Zack is an especially lovely sight while he's being fingered."

Nolly didn't need much encouragement. With an entire hand he had messily slicked while jittering nervously, he moved in, first stroking the skin surrounding the tempting hole. Zack made an encouraging "Mmm" sound, but pushed forward a little, saying "Hurry up" as silently as his previous conversation with Angeal been, but Nolly got the message, and with his thumb began to circle his target. He was so turned on and the boy so beautiful that the man was in no rush at all, save for his need to see what Zack felt like on the inside. When he could tease no longer, Nolly slowly began to slip his index finger in, and the hole briefly showed its sweet pink color as it took the invader, seeming to grip and swallow the digit.

The inner walls felt like slippery wet silk, so smooth that the finger went in fairly easily, but as Angeal had warned, the boy was tight. The insides clamped down, making Nolly wonder how and if he could get another inside…maybe if he relaxed Zack a bit more. He felt around and at last found the small mound that, when firmly stroked, made Zack groan loudly and thrust into the exploring hand. Encouraged by the small penis quickly hardening and rising up, Nolly kept stimulating the prostate, and was surprised but pleased when Zack came without anyone touching the excited organ. (He loved the ones who were able to do this, and after all, Alex had said his son climaxed easily and frequently. The night was not over.)

Forgetting what he was supposed to be doing, Nolly pleased himself by making Zack orgasm this way twice more before Alex's voice startled him as though out of a good dream.

"Enough playing. Stretch him a bit for me."

This wasn't as much fun, but Zack seemed to enjoy the pressure against the inner walls, the three fingers widening him as much as they could, which was not much. Angeal had expected this, but figured it at least got Zack slick and ready for him. Wordlessly, he lifted the young vampire off the penetrating hand and laid him down on the bed reverently before shucking his own clothes. He was faintly amused to read that Nolly found him attractive as well, though of course much too old for his tastes.

"Who do you belong to?" Angeal asked softly as he knelt between Zack's legs and rubbed a comforting circle over the tight stomach.

"To you, Daddy," the boy murmured, looking at him with absolute love and trust.

"What do you want Daddy to do?"

Never one to be subtle, Zack wrapped his legs around Angeal's middle. "Inside…please…"

"Say it plainly, so our guest understands, baby Puppy."

"I want you to fuck me, Daddy," Zack managed, with genuine shyness.

With difficulty, Angeal held off long enough to quickly read Nolly. The man was intensely turned on, the vampire saw with disdain, eager to see his "purchase" fucked by his supposed biological father. (Much as Angeal considered himself Zack's father in every way that mattered, he enjoyed their "Daddy" thing only because they were not blood-related, at least not in the way Nolly believed.) He saw also that Nolly was extremely eager to fuck Zack himself.

Enjoy your fantasy, it's all you'll get. I have to let you touch him, fine, but you will die without knowing what it feels like inside him.

Angeal bent down to give his son a long, sweet kiss. Zack kissed back happily, but his hands also flailed to grab at the elder's hips and pull, pleading in gesture and speech and thought all at once.

"In, in, please."

Angeal quickly made sure his member was slicked enough, then placed the head so it just breached Zack, massaging the sensitive opening with a circular pressure. Automatically Zack relaxed, moving only slightly to take it in a little more, letting Angeal slowly feed it in at his own pace.

"Daddy…" Daddy Daddy Angeeeeeal…

My boy, my baby forever. "Good boy, stay relaxed for me. I'll put it right where you want."

He did, he found the prostate as easily as always, and then focused entirely on pleasing Zack; rather than thrusting, Angeal used his dick to rub every millimeter of the little gland with just the right amount of roughness. Zack groaned and panted, getting lost in the pleasure but staying just aware enough to remember Nolly, for whom he tried to keep his face visible, turned to the man's direction. Each time he climaxed, he made sure Nolly could see his eyes roll back, his head fall back to expose his pale neck. Zack was still a beginner in terms of mind-reading, but he was practicing now, taking note of when the stranger was most excited and trying to give him more of that.

However, once he sensed Angeal was close, Zack turned his attention fully to the sire he adored beyond words, between deep kisses moaning, "Yes, Daddy, pleeeease…"

As he often did, Zack did his best to lift his hips to meet each thrust. Angeal was as controlled (well, almost) in the bedroom as he was out of it, but was also eager to get this business with Nolly over with. He let go earlier than he usually would have, filling Zack with lukewarm semen and kissing the boy's forehead before cleaning the mess off Zack while the boy caught his breath. Nolly held back just long enough to let his "purchase" be wiped clean, but his usually-patient erection forced him to approach the bed hurriedly.

"Sir, may I…"

Alex looked at the stranger silently for a moment, then offered a tight, unconvincing smile. "You like boys when the fight has gone out of them, when they're weak and docile and don't or can't fight back."

Nolly blinked a few times. "Well, since you say it so plainly, I suppose…I just thought perhaps best to do it while he's still relaxed."

"Baby Puppy?" A beat, and though Zack said nothing aloud, Alex nodded as though he had. "Remember the rules."

"Thank you, sir," Nolly stuttered, bowed quickly (an old habit from years of living in Wutai), and tried to slow down as he got near the bed, much the way a person would approach a timid caged animal so as not to startle it. "Zack?"

The boy had enough energy to easily prop himself up on his elbows and smile half-innocently, half-seductively, passably hiding how nervous he felt. Not scared exactly, Angeal was with him, standing statue-still nearby, ready to pounce in less than a second's notice if Nolly did anything he wasn't supposed to. Zack bit his lower lip childishly, and he could feel Nolly's desire for him, like heat emanating from the human body, skyrocketing even further. When the man gently cupped his face, Zack turned into it and let the warm hand caress him.

Funny. I almost forgot that they're warm.

"Zack, may I touch you? I promise, I – "

"I know you won't. Go ahead."

Zack let his head and shoulders fall back onto the bed as Nolly's unwelcome hands reverently began at his chest and worked their way down. Angeal was keeping his murderous rage and jealousy clamped down and hidden from Zack as best he could, wishing like hell this didn't have to happen. But even Genesis had grudgingly agreed that this was the approach Zack needed to learn to take in case he ever needed to hunt. The boy didn't have the size or the strength of a bulky vampire like Angeal, especially as a newborn; overpowering a human was out of the question. He had to learn to use his beauty and youth to lure victims in, and learn how to lull them into a feeling of safety so he would have a chance to make the kill.

Zack was doing incredibly well at the whole ruse, so much so that it even surprised Angeal. Much as it disgusted Zack, he was even helped by the features of vampiric youth; despite not wanting what was happening, the boy quickly got aroused from his body being stroked. Angeal, unobserved, rolled his eyes to read Nolly's pride at turning on the beautiful boy.

Zack further annoyed himself by moaning when Nolly began to kiss and nuzzle his sensitive neck. Involuntarily, his crotch lifted up into the man on top of him, seeking contact, for this part of him didn't care who handled it, just that it be handled. Nolly unhurriedly slid one hand down the lithe bare body to carefully take hold of the stiff organ.

"Is this okay, Zack?"

"Oh, Gaia," Zack groaned, "please…"

"You are so beautiful…almost not human."

Zack's laugh at this got lost in a stream of lovely whimpers, which aroused Nolly further and made him wonder half-seriously if there was any way to get the boy away from Alex, to somehow keep him. If this evening wasn't already set up to end with Nolly dead, Angeal would have snapped his worthless neck for even pondering such a thing. Zack sensed his sire's mostly-concealed tension, and resolved to end this as quickly as possible. As if saying "I'm in," the boy's manhood erupted all over them both, neither much caring, and Nolly absentmindedly, while staring at Zack's face, licked his hand. With a look of surprise, the man then licked the rest of the come off his fingers, then proceeded to bend down and eagerly lick Zack's body until not one smear was left.

Humans think I taste good, too? Maybe it was something mom fed me while I was growing up…or maybe it's my blood type? Hollander did once say that Type B2 was really rare.

Zack's distracted thoughts were interrupted by his own sudden, involuntary gasp, a sound of unmistakable pain. Before Zack had time to realize what prompted it, Angeal was at his side, lifting him into a protective embrace.

"Why did he make that noise?" Angeal's lowest voice was scarier than anyone's shouting. At ShinRa, this tone had been more successful at making captives talk than any of the Turks' torture devices. "You knew the rules, Leon."

I'm almost certain I never gave him my name… "I'm so sorry," the cowed human stammered. "I didn't mean – it just tasted so good, and I sucked too hard. I apologize, truly."

"Daddy, it's okay. I'm fine. I was more startled than I was in pain. You can let me down."

Nolly first cursed himself for probably ruining his shot at Zack, but then thanked the gods when the grizzly bear of a man set Zack back on the bed, gave the stranger a pointed look of warning, then went back to where he had been standing before.

"My apologies, Zack. Did I hurt you?"

The nymph gave him a coy look, then sniffled with obviously put-on sadness. "Just a little."

Nolly felt himself smile. "What can I do to make you feel better?"

"Do you want to hurt me?" the boy whispered so softly Nolly could barely catch it.

"O-Of course not."

"Haven't you hurt others?"

"I…you don't know me, right? You weren't…this ain't a setup or anything, is it?"

"Setup?" Zack could play the sweet innocent he looked like very, very well. "I don't know you, neither does Daddy. I just wanted to…experiment."

Nolly seemed relieved. "But…you said…"

"You really don't want to hurt me, do you?" Oddly, the boy looked somewhat melancholy as he asked this.

"Not at all."

I have to…

I'm sorry, baby Puppy. You have to.

"What can I do, Zack?"

With a shy smile, the boy opened his arms wide. Warmed by the sweet, childish gesture, Nolly happily folded the boy into his arms, laughed softly as a cool face nuzzled his neck. Then there was the faintest sting, a wave of pleasure so powerful he thought he was drowning, and though Angeal and Zack could not know it, Leon Johnson entered the Lifestream into a small crowd of family members that had predeceased him.

Zack settled the cooling body down on the mattress. His face was clean, he had not spilled a drop, but his expression was confused, which he was. The warm blood coursing through his body was very pleasant, but he felt fuzzy somehow, numb, like his emotions had been switched off.

"Pup? Did you remember to close the wound?"

Faintly wondering who was talking to him, Zack slowly nodded. He couldn't stop looking at the face-down corpse laying before him. Even when Angeal covered it with a sheet, Zack found himself lost in the simple thread pattern of the cotton fabric.

"Baby Puppy."

Angeal is worried. I'm okay, Angeal.

Then say something out loud. You've got me worried, kid.

"Can I…?"

"What, baby?" Angeal was ready to give Zack anything on Gaia he was capable of providing.

"Can I…throw it up?"

Angeal swiftly picked Zack up and carried him into the little hallway that led to the room's bathroom. He held Zack as he sometimes did, cradling his behind with one hand and slowly rocking him back and forth.

"It doesn't work like that, baby, at least we don't think so. The blood doesn't go to your stomach. it goes all over your body to replenish your tissues. You're shaking a little because your body is not used to warm blood."

You really believe that?

Baby Puppy…

I'm fine. I'm okay, really.

It's all right not to be.

This gentle permission was all Zack needed. He started with a whimper, and soft cries as Angeal's sweater began to dampen, and while still being rocked the boy quietly sobbed, arms tight around his sire, Angeal's free hand patiently stroking from nape to tailbone as though it could massage Zack's sadness out of him.

I'm sorry I shouldn't be he deserved it right I'm so stupid…

Don't use that word to describe yourself. You're not stupid, you're kind. I almost wish you weren't. It would spare you pain. But all I can think of to do is to be here with you.

I love you, Angeal.

Baby Puppy, you're everything to me.

Zack opened his mouth against Angeal's neck and broke the skin with little warning. He had just fed and needed no more, only licked a little bit as it trickled out, and the sire knew he was only seeking comfort. Only a minute or two later, Zack closed the wound which would have done so shortly on its own, and reached between Angeal's legs. It hardened instantly, always did at Zack's touch.

Are you sure that's what you need right now, Baby Puppy?

Not sure of anything right now, the boy answered honestly.

Angeal wasn't about to bring Zack back to the bed which was housing a corpse, nor did he think the newborn really needed or wanted penetration, just distraction. He deftly freed himself from his pants and briefs, and took himself and Zack together in one large hand. With a quivering "Oh, Gaia," Zack came right away, but the semen merely slicked them both as he immediately re-hardened, made the strokes all the more slippery and pleasurable. Angeal propped Zack up against one wall of the short corridor, still cradling his behind, and masturbated them together, holding off on his own climax, hard though it was with Zack clinging to him, rubbing that sweet face against his shoulder.

Zack came, and again. Again. Again. Pretty soon the wall and Angeal's cradling arm were all that was keeping the boy upright; he was conscious only enough to know he felt good and he was with Angeal, and therefore safe. When the elder finally let go and allowed himself a deeply satisfying orgasm, he let go of himself to catch Zack, out cold, in his waiting arms. Angeal managed to slip off his clothes and get them both into the bathroom's shower, where he was pleased to wash all traces of the dead man off of his baby.

He dried them both dexterously and gently put Zack on the plain couch while he dressed himself, then put the boy's clothes on him as carefully as one would for a sleeping toddler. The boy started to stir a few times, and each time Angeal pushed Sleep into him, along with his usual pulse of love, which made the sleeping newborn faintly smile and settle back down. Logically, Angeal knew he should wake Zack and make him at least help with disposal of the body, but he had decided beforehand that the victim, with his fatal wound closed and gone, could be left in the room to be discovered and puzzled over, rather than being buried or burned or otherwise hidden. Zack had been through enough.

Genesis opened the house's front door as they landed in front of it, his spreading arms enough to say I know it had to be done but give me my baby RIGHT NOW. Angeal quickly passed Zack over, the vampires exchanging him as easily as one would a small doll. The younger sire stopped to grab a bottle of blood Genesis had left on a side table for him, taking long, slow swallows as he followed the rest of his family upstairs. Predictably, he found Genesis sitting against Zack's headboard, cradling the sleeping boy on his lap, chin resting on top of the black spikes against his shoulder.

Angeal waited a few moments, knowing Genesis was scanning Zack's dreams, which he must have found acceptable, because then the cornflower blue eyes settled on Angeal, with their usual love but also an expectation. Angeal telepathically showed him, in a sort of fast-forward manner, all that had happened, reluctantly including Zack's upset and guilty breakdown at the end. Genesis nodded, then hid his face in Zack's freshly-washed, sweet-smelling hair for a few moments. Angeal came to sit beside his lover, who immediately scooted over so their bodies were touching and Zack's legs could be laid over Angeal's lap.

Angeal pulled Genesis into a long kiss. He did well, really well. His reaction at the end…it was his first time. I wasn't that surprised. Are you?

No. Even Genesis's mental voice had a melody to it. He's not doing it again, 'Geal.

Babe, we just agreed –

He knows how now, Genesis interrupted, not harshly, or only as harshly as he ever could be with Angeal, which was very little. If he needs to, Gaia forbid, he can do it, but we're not making him, plans be damned. If he outlives us both, I'll pester Gaia till she lets me come back from the dead, I don't care what it takes. I could sense how sad he was from here, 'Geal, it was like he was screaming. He's not doing it again.

Angeal wrapped his arms around his two loves, nuzzling Genesis's ear with his nose. He's not doing it again.

The three of them stayed like that till past dawn, when Angeal finally drew the curtains. They stripped themselves and Zack down to underwear, each of the three touching the two others, a prayer to the Goddess in itself.

To be continued.