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Ratings: Yaoi/Lemon/Angst -- You've been warned!

One thing he knew about himself is that he never gives up! No matter how hard or how impossible it may look or sound or turn out to be, he always get what he wants. And when Oscar told him how pissed Clavis had looked like when he reprimanded him for being a cold fish, he could not have a better evening than this. Smiling but not too obvious, he moved his white queen and pronounced “Checkmate.”

The redhead in front of him groaned out loud as he began muttering a string of curses in a low voice. Julious laughed as he rose from his cushioned seat and began walking towards the balcony on his left. The sun, he watched with interest written on his face, was just about to disappear from the horizon, leaving a trail of red and gold across the heaven above. Soon, the redness of sunset will disperse and will be replace by darkness of night. A rite which will be forever marked the day and night. The light and the darkness...

“I hope you’re not going for the fourth round Julious-sama because I know for sure that I’m going to lose again. And again. And again. And again...”
“Do not worry yourself Oscar, this is the last game for the evening. Thank you though for keeping me company playing chess.”
“The pleasure (and pain) is all mine, Julious-sama.”

The blond nodded in approval as he tore his eyes away from the fading vision of dusk. For now, he wanted to play another type of game as he approached Oscar who was still sitting on the chair. He touched the other man’s face and began stroking it. The sensation of being so near to another person who happens to be beautiful and the leader at the same time make him shiver with anticipation. He knew this ritual all too well as he leaned forward, needing to be touch in other  places as well.

“Patience, Oscar. Your only flaw is that you are too impatient.”

Then he laughed. Oscar was, by now, extremely enraptured by the sound that he felt for sure only he could elicit from the blond Guardian Angel of Light. Such a delightful sound coming from such a man that he had admired so much. His ice blue eyes searched the heaven in Julious eyes as he rose from his chair and engulfed the body before him in his arms, kissing him with such hunger evident in his actions.

His arms that had snaked its way behind Julious’ back had began moving in their own accord. Exploring the terrain that he knew so well under the white robes that he wore. His hands slide with such expertise along the line and curves that define the man he had lusted for some time. But there was one place he had longed to touch and to learn and that was the one place he had been strictly commanded not to touch. He tore his lips away from Julious’ pouty ones. His hand lingered on his waist as he tried to get his approval.

“Please...?”
“No.”

He suppressed the disappointed sigh from escaping his lips. He also knew that it is impossible to get the consent he so revered from his Julious-sama. He never exactly knew why the blond never allowed him to touch him there. He would have understood if he had forbidden him from touching him the more intimate way but the mere innocent glide of his fingers on the silky skin of his derriere once set him off the hook. He was mad as hell at that time and did not wished to see Oscar for two whole weeks!

He chastised himself for that action and he will never do it again for he knew how painful it could be being spurned by the Angel of Light himself. His train of thoughts came to a halt as he felt a touch that electrified his whole body into a standstill. The flame of desire burning inside him became more unbearable as Julious began stroking the clothed lust with intense pressure. Inevitably, he moaned as he began trying to take himself on hold.

He did not notice that Julious was already on the process of stripping him off of his clothes. Such ease and such effortlessness as his garments fell to the ground. Topless and hungry for the inescapable of what is soon coming. The blond grinned a somewhat devilish grin as he took his hands away from his body and his pulsing length and began moving  a step behind. Eyes of royal blue, he looked in an adored superiority at the gorgeous redhead before him.

His gaze watch the rise and fall of those desirable chest and how the nipples had become so erect without being touched. And he watched with interest the bulge on Oscar’s crotch, grinning when he saw the discomfort marred on the redhead’s face.

“I want you to strip in front of me.”

He had said. His voice was low but commanding at the same time. He felt he could come just by the mere sight of the devilish looking Julious watching him with fervor. Anything for him. Wordlessly, his eyes forward looking intently at the man before him, he began fingering the hem of his pants. Outlining the lined threads and course fabric. Then, the leather of his belt. He unbuckled it and took it off. He let the belt drop on the dark sheen floor with a fine thud.

He slipped out of his pants, sliding it down his thigh and passed the knee. Sliding it further down until it reached his feet and he stepped out of them. All the while, his eyes looked Julious. Never breaking the contact. It never failed to bring the smile of utter contentment as he marveled at his well-built body. The pleased look was subsequently enhanced by the absence of anything covering his manhood.

Misted with passion Julious stepped forward and kissed Oscar deeply. Taking in the taste of fiery desire and of pleasure. Teasing and jesting as his tongue dueled with Oscar’s. The redhead moaned as he felt the blond’s hands began kneading his buttocks, relieving the tensions knotted there. But he knew better. Julious was preparing him for an even greater ecstasy!

He gasped as Julious withdrew his moist lips from his bruised ones, his hands still doing their rhythm. Julious was, is, the most beautiful man he ever saw. Hair like the golden halo of the sun, skin of white satin with a tinge of pink, lips so moist like dew on a delicate rose petal. A vision indeed.

The blond took his hands away, eliciting a silent disappointed cry at the sudden lack of attention. He grinned as he began taking his heavy robes off. One by one, the pieces of his white clothing fell to the ground. It seems like eternity as Oscar waited for the view he so dreamed night and day since the first time. The golden Eros revealed at last as his heart ached for him, his hand hunger for him.

They kissed with such force. More so than the first time as erotic feeling of bared skins touched each other. Julious pulled his hips closer to his and they began a slow dance, their hips grinding and their tongues dueled. The heat inside the room seemed to be on the inferno level as their actions became more desperate. The kissed ended abruptly as they began as they both looked at each other again.

Without a word, Oscar dropped to his knees and took the desirable forbidden fruit in his mouth. His tongue slid up and down the veins, smelling the scent of his Julious-sama without shame and reveling the fact that only he could pleasure him and no other. He felt the gorgeous length slid into him by force, nearly choking him if he had not steadied himself. He glanced up and was gratified as he watched the blond’s eyes half-closed and lips parted, moans of ecstasies resonated like music to his ears and into his mind.

He rode the length inside his mouth as he began to suck on it like there was no tomorrow. He wanted to taste his come. His sweet come!

It never came as he felt himself raised from his sitting position and was eased unto the huge table where they had played chess just moments ago. Julious had apparently swept everything to the floor to make the table more... accommodating. With his back to the cold wood of the table, he faced the man who is now hovering above him. Oscar could not help but feel intimidated by this, he felt so weak and helpless when being done like this. Ah... But what sweet surrender it had always been!

To be possessed and dominated seemed to be the world for him. Especially if it was by him. Always him.

“Oscar.”
“Yes Julious-sama, what is it?”

He asked breathlessly as his eyes watched beads of sweat trailing down the broad chest of Julious. Mesmerized beyond anything he had ever experienced.

“Have you been good today?”

He nodded, feeling like a child being interrogated by his mother. But at the same time, so erotic was the feeling that he did not mind the question at all. Julious seemed to be content by his answer as he spread his legs apart and placed it on his shoulders. There was no more intimate touching, only the heavy breathings of two men. The inevitable is about to begin. And oh how Oscar had anticipated for this!

The moist length courtesy of Oscar touched the outer ring of his anus. Readying himself, Julious slowly imparted the loosening opening with ease. No longer tight and hurtful for both of them though Julious seemed to be disappointed of the lack of tightness surrounding the outer walls inside Oscar. The tightness inside was still there as he grunted at how hot it felt inside the redhead. The littlest of movement sent the man under him writhing for orgasmic release.

Slowly but not deliberately, he began thrusting in and out of the hot anus. He could feel the walls surrounding his length tightening and he had to stop himself again. Pain is never a part of his agenda and he well knew that he could never hurt Oscar.

He leaned down and began kissing the redhead gently. Parting the lips with his tongue and nipping it until he was admitted in. His hands touched the slow rising chest, ascending and descending the taut stomach, brushing the length that has been neglected long enough. Moans and pants reached his ear as he felt the walls around his length gradually began easing up. He sighed deeply as began thrusting again. This time, in full force as the tension that had already built up inside him began to take charge. He legs nearly gave in as he climaxed inside Oscar. This was soon followed by Oscar who shouted as he come, his seed splattering on both their stomachs.

Julious collapsed on top of him as he breathed in heavily, catching up on air as the heat began cooling off. He felt the lid of his eyes began to grow heavier by the second. All he could see was a blur and strange shapes dancing in front of him. The orgasmic release had been tremendous indeed as he shook his head to clear the wondering images. Soon, the blurs became clearer and he began identifying it as being slanted violet eyes.

‘Not now. Not here!’

He groaned as he sluggishly pulled himself out of Oscar’s hot body. The sensation sent ripples of disappointment to his lips as the cool air from the open window greeted him. He glanced outside. There was no more beautiful sunset to see. Just a single silver-colored moon over the terrain. Beautifully serene against the black velvet studded with stars that looked like diamonds in the sky.

He struggled a bit since the last activity nearly drained him off his physical energy. Standing upright and trying hard not to fall down, he began walking towards the balcony in the nude. His thoughts were a mess. His heart was a mess. Everything was a big mess!

Oscar’s breathing had become more relaxed and soon after that, he noticed that his Julious-sama was nowhere beside him. He picked himself up and caught the most alluring sight near at the balcony. The image of his naked Guardian Angel of Light basked under moonlight. Languidly he walked to where Julious had discarded his clothes and picked a white robe up. He went up to the blond and wrapped the robe around his body, hoping to prevent the future colds that might come. He then wrapped his arms around him, making sure that they both share body heats. Silence in the air except the sounds of hearts beating and what night usually brings.

He was getting desperate as the utter stillness was growing too much to handle. He knew the consequences and what it will cost him. But the insecurity inside him grew larger and more foreboding than usual. He needed to voice it out. He needed to be heard and… to be wanted. Turning Julious’s face so it was facing him, he began mustering up the courage inside him. He must say this and he hoped to hear the same thing in return.

“I love you, Julious-sama.”

He never answered back.

End Part 1: The Dawn of Twilight

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