Broken Angel Epilogue
Fred sat on the hood of his car watching his lover walk solemnly to two graves. He had seen this ritual an uncountable number of times in the past three years. Sometimes Fred wished that Jim could let go of the past, but Jim still needed to greave. Fred only hoped that Jim would find peace one day.
Jim wanted to honor Gene and Melfina, because before Fred they were the most important people in his life. Jim laid a white rose on Melfina's grave and a red rose on Gene's. Jim no longer needed to cry as he did so, but it still hurt. Jim then sung the song that belonged to Melfina; the song he watched Gene sing to her grave so many times. A song that spoke of both sadness and hope.
"I don't know
What words I can say
The wind has a way
To talk to me"
Jim's beautiful tenor voice filled the cemetery with the song. Fred closed his eyes, and leaned back resting his wait against the palms of his hands. He listened; mesmerized by the music. The melody did not entrap Fred, or the lyrics. The beauty of Jim's delicate yet strong voice did. No one not even Fred would have guessed from Jim's scruffy exterior, but Jim had an extraordinary voice.
"Flowers sleep
A silent lullaby
I pray for reply
I'm ready"
Jim's sorrowful voice contained all of his emotion. Jim really meant the words he sang, wanting the wind or any thing to tell him why things happened the way they did.
"Quiet
Day
Calms
Me
Oh serenity
Someone
Please
Tell me"
Jim closed his eyes. The words came from his mouth easily. The lyrics embedded them selves deep in his soul. He did not concentrate on the song any more, but instead on the wind. It spoke to him, not with words or to his mind. The wind spoke to his soul.
"Aaa~oooh
What is it they say?
Maybe I'll know one day."
Suddenly he understood. Jim felt peace for the first time in his life. A small smile crept across his face. Feeling better than he had in years Jim strolled toward Fred and the car.
Fred slide off the car, and walked to Jim. He focused on Jim's smile; witch never appeared on the day that he visited the graves. Fred filled with caution remembering the days when Jim was, to say the least, unstable. "What is it, angel?" Fred asked using his pet name for Jim.
"I think I understand what happened three years ago." Jim answered. Fred looked at Jim, eyes begging for him to continue. "Gene was already dead when he died in my arms." Sighing Jim continued. "Gene died the day Melfina died."
"Gene was passion incarnate.' Jim explained, "Those years before he acquired the Outlaw Star he looked for an anchor for his passion. Girls, alcohol, bounty-hunting non of these things worked. Then came the Outlaw Star and Melfina with it. He found what he needed, and put all of himself in it. All of his passion directed at Melfina. In other words all of his soul was given to her. Then she died, and with her his passion. I wanted to help him so much, but he had already died."
Tears gently fell down Jim's face. The pain of not being able to help his friend still hurt, but it had numbed by understanding. Jim leaned into Fred, and whispered, "Hold me."
Fred submitted to Jim's quite plea. Gently he held his lover in his arms. Fred lifted Jim's chin, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Only because you are here." Jim replied lovingly. Jim cuddled closer to Fred, and told him, "That's another thing I realized. With out the past happening the way it did, I might not be with you."
"I'm not worth the pain you went through." Fred commented. Jim pulled Fred's head down, and locked lips to prove him wrong. Three years of practice did wonders to Jim's skill. His lips moved expertly against Fred's, and with out warning slipped his tong in. Jim showed Fred every thing he felt in the desperate kiss. With his tongue he caressed Fred mouth needing him to know how much he loved him, but the desperate show of love turned in to lust. Jim lost in his hormones wrapped his leg around Fred. Slowly Fred pulled away.
"We'd better stop; or I'm going to take you right here right now." Fred warned with a lecherous grin.
"You would not dare!" Jim protested.
"Try me." Fred dared, and their lips meet again.
***
"You know Mel I used to be very lustful, but.." Gene began.
"Used to be?" Melfina interrupted.
Gene grinned cockily, as he stretched out his beautiful white wings. They were only for show, and Gene and Mel did not even need to beat the wings to hover five feet above the ground. "Okay! I still am." Gene admitted. "But like I was saying. I would never have made out with Fred Lou in a cemetery."
"Yeah that is true, but you probably would have tried with me." Melfina commented." Gene only smiled wider at that, and maneuvered behind Mel to wrap his arms around her waist. He rested his face in the crook of her neck, and smelled he sent. This was a luxury he rarely could enjoy even though he was with Mel for eternity. Gene had to spend most of his time watching Jim, because he was now his guardian angel more or less. Gene repented for his sins in this way, but he did not mind. He felt that he got off essay considering his past life stile. Also he truly cared for Jim, so keeping an eye on Jim was exactly what he wanted to do. That made his punishment all the more cleansing to his soul.
Suddenly Gene lifted his head up, as he heard a low moan. He saw Jim pinned to the car bare-chested, and Fred sucking on Jim's nipple. Gene suppressed a laugh when he saw that Jim's shirt hung from a tombstone. "Jim is going to have Fred's head when they are done."
Melfina's face glowed a cherry red. "I think we should leave them alone for awhile." She suggested timidly.
Gene smiled evilly, and asked, "Why? I thought you liked yaoi." Melfina turned a new and previously unknown shade of red, and Gene chuckled. He spun her around, and lead her some were to hopefully spend some quality time with her.
Fred sat on the hood of his car watching his lover walk solemnly to two graves. He had seen this ritual an uncountable number of times in the past three years. Sometimes Fred wished that Jim could let go of the past, but Jim still needed to greave. Fred only hoped that Jim would find peace one day.
Jim wanted to honor Gene and Melfina, because before Fred they were the most important people in his life. Jim laid a white rose on Melfina's grave and a red rose on Gene's. Jim no longer needed to cry as he did so, but it still hurt. Jim then sung the song that belonged to Melfina; the song he watched Gene sing to her grave so many times. A song that spoke of both sadness and hope.
"I don't know
What words I can say
The wind has a way
To talk to me"
Jim's beautiful tenor voice filled the cemetery with the song. Fred closed his eyes, and leaned back resting his wait against the palms of his hands. He listened; mesmerized by the music. The melody did not entrap Fred, or the lyrics. The beauty of Jim's delicate yet strong voice did. No one not even Fred would have guessed from Jim's scruffy exterior, but Jim had an extraordinary voice.
"Flowers sleep
A silent lullaby
I pray for reply
I'm ready"
Jim's sorrowful voice contained all of his emotion. Jim really meant the words he sang, wanting the wind or any thing to tell him why things happened the way they did.
"Quiet
Day
Calms
Me
Oh serenity
Someone
Please
Tell me"
Jim closed his eyes. The words came from his mouth easily. The lyrics embedded them selves deep in his soul. He did not concentrate on the song any more, but instead on the wind. It spoke to him, not with words or to his mind. The wind spoke to his soul.
"Aaa~oooh
What is it they say?
Maybe I'll know one day."
Suddenly he understood. Jim felt peace for the first time in his life. A small smile crept across his face. Feeling better than he had in years Jim strolled toward Fred and the car.
Fred slide off the car, and walked to Jim. He focused on Jim's smile; witch never appeared on the day that he visited the graves. Fred filled with caution remembering the days when Jim was, to say the least, unstable. "What is it, angel?" Fred asked using his pet name for Jim.
"I think I understand what happened three years ago." Jim answered. Fred looked at Jim, eyes begging for him to continue. "Gene was already dead when he died in my arms." Sighing Jim continued. "Gene died the day Melfina died."
"Gene was passion incarnate.' Jim explained, "Those years before he acquired the Outlaw Star he looked for an anchor for his passion. Girls, alcohol, bounty-hunting non of these things worked. Then came the Outlaw Star and Melfina with it. He found what he needed, and put all of himself in it. All of his passion directed at Melfina. In other words all of his soul was given to her. Then she died, and with her his passion. I wanted to help him so much, but he had already died."
Tears gently fell down Jim's face. The pain of not being able to help his friend still hurt, but it had numbed by understanding. Jim leaned into Fred, and whispered, "Hold me."
Fred submitted to Jim's quite plea. Gently he held his lover in his arms. Fred lifted Jim's chin, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Only because you are here." Jim replied lovingly. Jim cuddled closer to Fred, and told him, "That's another thing I realized. With out the past happening the way it did, I might not be with you."
"I'm not worth the pain you went through." Fred commented. Jim pulled Fred's head down, and locked lips to prove him wrong. Three years of practice did wonders to Jim's skill. His lips moved expertly against Fred's, and with out warning slipped his tong in. Jim showed Fred every thing he felt in the desperate kiss. With his tongue he caressed Fred mouth needing him to know how much he loved him, but the desperate show of love turned in to lust. Jim lost in his hormones wrapped his leg around Fred. Slowly Fred pulled away.
"We'd better stop; or I'm going to take you right here right now." Fred warned with a lecherous grin.
"You would not dare!" Jim protested.
"Try me." Fred dared, and their lips meet again.
***
"You know Mel I used to be very lustful, but.." Gene began.
"Used to be?" Melfina interrupted.
Gene grinned cockily, as he stretched out his beautiful white wings. They were only for show, and Gene and Mel did not even need to beat the wings to hover five feet above the ground. "Okay! I still am." Gene admitted. "But like I was saying. I would never have made out with Fred Lou in a cemetery."
"Yeah that is true, but you probably would have tried with me." Melfina commented." Gene only smiled wider at that, and maneuvered behind Mel to wrap his arms around her waist. He rested his face in the crook of her neck, and smelled he sent. This was a luxury he rarely could enjoy even though he was with Mel for eternity. Gene had to spend most of his time watching Jim, because he was now his guardian angel more or less. Gene repented for his sins in this way, but he did not mind. He felt that he got off essay considering his past life stile. Also he truly cared for Jim, so keeping an eye on Jim was exactly what he wanted to do. That made his punishment all the more cleansing to his soul.
Suddenly Gene lifted his head up, as he heard a low moan. He saw Jim pinned to the car bare-chested, and Fred sucking on Jim's nipple. Gene suppressed a laugh when he saw that Jim's shirt hung from a tombstone. "Jim is going to have Fred's head when they are done."
Melfina's face glowed a cherry red. "I think we should leave them alone for awhile." She suggested timidly.
Gene smiled evilly, and asked, "Why? I thought you liked yaoi." Melfina turned a new and previously unknown shade of red, and Gene chuckled. He spun her around, and lead her some were to hopefully spend some quality time with her.