Date: Sun, 9 Jun 2002 20:47:10 -0000
From: shakes d <shakes003@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Taking of Jakob (Part 10)--Beginnings

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"Oh, jeez..." I moaned and let my head fall back as my entire body began to
tingle from the amazing work that Jakob was doing to my cock with his
mouth. My breathing was becoming deeper, and my eyes were losing their
focus as I gazed absently at the ceiling. I looked down and found two
gorgeous baby blues staring back at me. Our eyes locked while he slid me in
and out of his mouth, and I then clenched my jaw and shut my eyes tight,
trying to fight back my impending orgasm. I knew I wasn't going to last
long. Only in my wildest dreams was I expecting this wonderful gift from
the one I had loved so much.

Jakob took a long lap and kissed the head of my cock before he asked, "Is
this okay, Bryan?"

I was panting heavily by this time, and didn't trust myself to speak. I
nodded and reached over to the door and locked it. My hands then began to
massage his head and caress his beautiful hair. Jakob flashed me a shy
smile and a soft giggle before he slid his mouth back over my engorged
member. I wasn't going to last long at all.

"Ummmm...shit, Jakob." I whimpered quietly as he brought me to the top. I
felt the familiar tightening in my balls, and I quickly pulled out of his
sweet mouth before I came. My intentions were noble-I wasn't going to make
Jakob do anything he wasn't sure about, and he didn't seem sure about going
down on me to begin with-at least not when we talked that morning. I wasn't
going to push it by making him swallow my load. Unfortunately, as I pulled
out and tried to move out of the way, I had forgotten about my clothing
wrapped around my ankles, and with one attempted step-I hit the floor with
a deafening thud.

My head missed the porcelain of the toilet by a hair, and I could hear my
mother's footsteps scurrying down the hallway towards us. It's just one of
those predicaments you're certain you don't want your parents to see you
in-me sprawled out on the floor with my pants and underwear around my
ankles, and my boyfriend next to me, trying to keep from laughing his ass
off, wearing a shit-eating grin.

"Bryan, honey? Are you okay? What's going on?" My mother was pounding on
the door and trying to open it while I scrambled to get my pants back up. I
looked at Jakob, and his face was red and he had tears streaming down his
face from holding his breath to keep from laughing out loud. I wasn't as
amused.

"Nothing, ma. I fell." I almost caught myself in the zipper of my pants-I
was in such a state, and not paying attention to what I was doing. My face
contorted as I realized how close I was, and this set Jakob into a deeper
fit of laughter-his laughter echoing off of the bathroom walls. I looked at
him in horror and mouthed the words, "shut the fuck up," but it only served
to make him laugh harder.

"Jakob, sweetie, is that you, honey?" My mom inquired.

"Yeah, Mrs. M." Jakob answered between fits of laughter.

"Boys, what in the hell is going on in there?" I could hear the tone in my
mother's voice changing, and I flashed a look that promised revenge to
Jakob. He piped down, and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Nothin', Mrs. M." Jakob answered. "Bryan was getting sick and he fell as
he got up." He looked at me and shrugged, and I nodded my approval.  Good
save!

"Bryan, honey, are you alright?" My mother's tone changed to that of worry,
and it seemed as though she bought Jakob's story. I felt myself relax.

"I'm okay, I just got dizzy. I'm okay."

"Alright, dear. Your dad brought the steaks in. Supper is on the table. Are
you going to be able to eat, Bryan?"

"I'm okay, mom. I just got dizzy, is all."

"Jakob, is he okay?" My mom was being her usual, worrying self.  "He's
great." Jakob smiled and then winked playfully at me. I rolled my eyes and
shook a fist at him, and he giggled and gently kicked me with one of his
short, incredibly sexy legs. I smiled and winked back at him.

"Alright," my mother said. I had almost forgotten she was still at the
door. "Hurry up, boys. Supper is getting cold." We both stayed still until
we heard her footsteps fade.

"You fuckin' asshole!" I whispered as pissed off as I could pretend to
be. Jakob broke out into a fit of giggles again, and I pounced on top of
him-laying him down on the floor as I covered his body with my own. He
stopped giggling, and looked up at me in all seriousness.

"Why did you do that, Bryan?"

"Why did I do what?"

"Pull away from me like you did. I wanted to see what it was like."

"I'm sorry, Jakob. I guess I'm scared of pushing you too much. I didn't
want you to think you had to finish, just because it's what I wanted. I'm
sorry."

"I'm a big boy, Bryan. I can make those decisions for myself."

I grinned, and stuck a hand down inside the front of his pants and
underwear to cop a feel. "Yup. You sure are a big boy, Jakob." It was the
most ridiculous, cheesy, one-liner I used in my life, but I buried my head
in his shoulder and couldn't stop laughing.

"Ohhh, man. You need professional help." Jakob groaned in disgust, but then
started giggling. We tried feebly to settle down, and straightened up a bit
so that we looked presentable, then headed for the kitchen for dinner.

"There you are." My mom rushed over to me as Jakob and I had entered the
kitchen, and began fussing over me. She put her hand on my forehead as if
checking for a fever. "Are you sure you're alright, Bryan? You're awfully
hot."

"Yeah, you're awfully hot, Bryan." Jakob tried to keep a straight face, but
then burst out laughing, and backed into my father accidentally, which
seemed to sober him up. Temporarily, that is. My father looked down at him
very seriously, and then patted him on the head like a puppy before passing
him to take a seat at the table. Jakob's face turned three shades of red,
and he resumed his childish giggling.

"Honestly, you two. What is going on here? Bryan, what did you do to Jakob?
He's lost his mind." My mom was getting irritated.

"Mom," I was whining, and gave Jakob a warning look. He smiled and looked
down at his feet.

"Can we please have dinner? You two can finish horsing around after I
eat. I'm starving." My dad had already dished out his plate, and was
pouring wine for all of us. My mom hurriedly joined him at the table, and
Jakob and myself followed.

After we dished out our food as quickly as possible so that my father could
eat, my mom raised her glass of wine. "Happy Birthday, Jakob. I hope 19
proves to be a great year for you, sweetie." We all raised our glasses, and
clinked them together. We ate and enjoyed our meal, and when I looked over
at Jakob, I noticed that he looked happier than I had seen him in such a
long time. We rubbed our legs up and down each other's own leg throughout
the entire meal.

"They're having an evening service at the church tonight. I thought we
could go with it being Jakob's birthday." My mother's words caused me to
choke violently on my wine, and send me into a fit of coughing.  I looked
at Jakob, and he was staring blankly at his empty plate.

"Bryan, are you alright?" My mother was about to get out of her seat to
come help me, when I finally had my hacking under control.

"Why the fuck would we go to church?" I asked outraged that my mother would
be so cruel to even suggest a thing.  Then it suddenly dawned on me, that
she had no clue about what happened to Jakob.

"Bryan, watch your mouth!" My dad commanded in a voice that promised me
penance if I didn't obey.

"Bryan, what on earth has gotten into you? We know how much the church
means to Jakob. Don't you think you could forget about yourself for one
evening, and do something nice for him?" My mother lectured me and handed
me every guilt trip in the book while I kept my gaze on Jakob, whose hands
begun to slightly tremble. He clenched his fists, and then shoved them
under the table when he saw me staring at them.

"We never go to church, mom. Why now?"

"Bryan, we didn't raise you to be this way.  What on earth is your
problem?" My mom was becoming increasingly irritated, and increasingly
harder to fool.

"Mom..."

"It's okay, Bryan." Jakob spoke softly. "It's a real nice idea,
Mrs. M. Thanks for thinking of me." When I looked at Jakob like he was out
of his mind, he looked at me with horror, and slightly shook his head.

"Honestly, Bryan." My mom looked at me disgusted, and began to clear the
table. Immediately Jakob was on his feet and helping. My father got up from
the table to change, and I sat in silence at the table while Jakob helped
my mother wash the dishes.

****

"Are you boys riding with us?" My father asked as he and my mother were
putting on their jackets and shoes.

"Uhhh...no dad, thanks.  We'll take my car." I could drive home and tell
them Jakob or me, or somebody was sick and we had to go back home. There
was no way I was going to drive Jakob back to that church, and parade him
in front of evil.

"Okay, then.  We'll see you there."

We filed out of the house, and went to our respected vehicles. My parents
were the first to pull out and drive away. Jakob and I sat in my Monte
Carlo-both staring blankly at the dashboard.

"Jakob, we don't have to do this. We can go home right now."

"It's okay, Bryan. It was really nice of your mom to do this for me. I
don't want to disappoint her."

"Fuck that, Jakob! If she knew what happened to you, she wouldn't want you
one hundred miles from there!"

"You didn't get me anything for my birthday." Jakob quickly changed the
subject while I was working on getting myself all worked up.  It worked.  I
became distracted.

"Huh?" I looked at him confused.

"My birthday.  You didn't get me anything."

"It's in the glove compartment. I wanted to wait until we got home." I
nodded my head towards the glove box in front of Jakob. Jakob gave a small
smile, and eagerly opened the glove compartment and found the green
velvet-covered box inside. He grabbed it carefully, and looked at me for
permission. I smiled and started playing with his hair. He opened the box.

"How did you know?" His voice was shaking.

"Oh, a little bird flew on the window sill last week and mentioned
something about it. Do you like it?"

"I've never seen one this beautiful in my life. Where did you get it?"

"That Irish Market in the mall. O'Shea's or whatever the hell that place is
called."

"Yeah, O'Shea's." Jakob commented absently while his finger traced the
shape of his gift. It was a gold Celtic high-cross pendent. Luckily for me
it also came with a gold chain. It had Celtic designs carved into the gold
and green enamel detailing on the circle surrounding the upper portion of
the cross. Jakob had commented off hand how he had always wanted a cross to
wear, but nothing much else was said. When it came time to buying him a
perfect birthday present, I stumbled upon the perfect gift almost by
accident, when I went snooping through an Old Irish market. It had Jakob
written all over it. It was expensive, but Jakob had to have it. The
pendent was made for him.

Jakob carefully took the necklace out of the box and handed it to me. "Put
it on me, Bryan." I opened the clasp and re-fastened it once it was around
Jakob's neck. The length was perfect. The cross hung in the middle of
Jakob's chest.

"Right over my heart." Jakob spoke in my own thoughts. We stared at each
other for a moment, and Jakob mouthed the words 'I love you' before
wrapping his arms around me, and hugging me tightly. I could feel his body
slightly trembling, and I ran my hands up his back-gathering him to me even
closer.

"Baby, we don't have to go. Let's you and I just go home and hold each
other in front of the TV tonight."

"No." Jakob sniffed, and wiped his nose as he pulled away from me. "We're
late as it is. He can't hurt me when I'm with you. It'll be okay for just
this once."

"Jakob..."

"Bryan, it's okay. Let's just go and get it over with."

My parents were standing outside of the front entrance to the church when I
parked my car off to the side. Jakob didn't say anything. He quickly got
out of the car and straightened out his shirt and slacks before walking
over to my parents. I slowly followed him over to my parents, while the
block of ice in my stomach got colder and colder.

There was nothing sacred or holy to me about that church. It only
represented a path of pain and reckoning to me. I could see the dumpster at
the far end of the parking lot where the alley was as I was walking towards
Jakob and my parents. The same dumpster where I found Jakob's beaten body,
and his torn soul. I never thought I'd be back to this place. It was the
last place on earth I wanted to return to. We proceeded inside.

The pews were mostly empty, and we took our places near the middle, but not
far enough to the back for my liking. The service began with a song, but my
focus and attention was on Jakob as his breathing was rapid, and he looked
as though he were swaying on his feet, about to pass out. I gently and
discretely took his hand and he looked at me. His eyes were glazed over,
and he looked as though he were going to be sick.

"Are you okay, Jakey?" I started to get worried.

"I think I'm gonna be sick, Bry. Goin' to the bathroom. I'll be right
back." Jakob turned to step out of the pews and I grabbed him slightly by
the arm.

"You want me to go with?"

Jakob shook his head. "I'll be back in a couple seconds."  I watched as he
made his way up the aisle to the lobby, and didn't take my eyes off of him
until he was around a corner and out of view.

"What's wrong, honey?" My mother whispered into my ear.

I quickly shook my head. "Jakob had to use the can."  My mother nodded in
acknowledgement. We sat down as the song ended, and my mind was drifting as
the priest began to speak to the congregation. I wasn't paying attention. I
was busy looking at my watch, keeping track of the time. Fifteen minutes
had passed with the sermon, and Jakob wasn't back yet. I'm not sure what it
was, but I knew something was wrong.

"Mom, I'm gonna go check on Jakob. I'll be right back." My mother nodded,
and I slipped quietly out of the pew and headed towards the lobby where I
had seen Jakob disappear. I turned the same corner I had seen Jakob slip
behind, and I could hear voices coming from down the hall. I walked down
the hallway until the voices became louder and clearer.

"You will be punished for this. God will see to that!" I didn't recognize
the man's voice, but it sounded desperate, and threatening.

"Let me go." I could hear Jakob sobbing. My heart stopped as their
conversation continued.

"YOU ARE GOING TO HELL!" I could hear the man screaming.

Jakob calmly said "you first," to the man before I heard the sound of
someone being backhanded, and then the sound of someone hitting the
floor. My hand reached for the doorknob. I heard Jakob screaming "GET THE
FUCK OFF OF ME!" I don't remember turning the doorknob. My shoulder pounded
through the doorway, I crossed the room in two strides towards a large and
very husky man who was hovering over Jakob-the man's face was red with one
hand clenched into a fist, and the other was holding Jakob by his
shirt. They both looked at me startled when I grabbed the man by the arm
and literally threw him up against the wall next to where Jakob lay. Jakob
scrambled to his feet-his eye already swelling shut from what I could only
conclude as him being the recipient of the backhand I could hear being
dished out while I was on the other side of the door.

"Bryan!" Jakob had his arms around my waist and was trying to pull me off
of his attacker. "It's okay, Bryan. I'm okay. Don't do this here, please!"
Jakob was pulling on me.

"Is this the son of a bitch that raped you?" My eyes were locked with the
priest's. Jakob was still pulling at my waist, and wasn't answering. I
turned my head to look at him. "IS IT?" I was seeing red. The chance for
revenge had sat itself on my lap, and I wanted to bask in it in full glory.

Jakob jumped when I yelled, and nodded weakly in response. "Not here,
Bryan. Please, let's just go home." Jakob was crying, and I didn't care. My
forearm was pressing the priest's neck to the wall. I suppose if I had
pressed harder, I could have cut off all of his air.

"Get in the car." I commanded Jakob.

"Bryan, please..." Jakob began to plead, but I cut him off short.

"I SAID GET IN THE GODDAM FUCKIN' CAR!"

Jakob bolted out of the door, and I was left alone with his rapist. We
continued to stare into each other's eyes, and the arm around his neck
began to press more firmly.

"I could snap your neck right here if I wanted. How does it feel to know
that?" My voice was calm, but filled with rage. His eyes were wild, but he
stayed in silence except the odd gasp for breath he would take. I could
feel a breeze blowing through my hair from the window to my side. It was
oddly comforting, considering the circumstances.

"You will be punished for this. God will have you both burn in hell." He
croaked as much as the pressure of my arm on his larynx would allow.

"Don't tell where I'll burn, you godless piece of shit. You know no
God. You're a monster and a fraud, so don't you dare tell me where God's
sending me when I die. God loves me just fine-he let you live today, and
let me go home to the arms of someone who loves me instead of rotting away
inside a cold jail cell." With this realization, I removed my arm from the
priest's throat, and took a couple of steps backwards.

"You can't hurt him anymore. You're powerless." I commented absently as I
turned around and headed for the door.

"He wanted it. He made me do it."

I turned around slowly--my jaw clenched tightly. "What?"

"He wanted it." And with that, I knew how evil and sick the man really
was. I took a step closer to him.

"What's it like to pick your teeth up with broken fingers?" I asked through
clenched teeth.

"What?" It was his turn to be confused. I answered his confusion with a
hard right to his jaw that knocked him up against the wall, and had him
sliding down onto his ass. He was groaning as I hauled him to his feet, and
moved him against the window.

"I hope you know how to use your left hand, Father."

"You broke my jaw!" The priest was babbling, and almost
incoherent. Everything was moving so fast as I grabbed his right hand,
placed it in the window frame, and slammed the window shut-listening the
crunching sound of his bones breaking as I did so. The priest was bellowing
out in pain, but I could barely hear him.

"You think of that the next time you feel like going after Jakob, or any
other boy or girl that comes to ask for God's love, you worthless piece of
shit. You ain't gettin off for it if there's a next time."

He slumped down to the ground holding his right hand in his left, groaning
and blubbering in pain. I felt nothing for him as I watched him-I spit on
him before I walked out of the room and out of the church towards my
car. Jakob's eyes were fixed on the dashboard, and we said nothing to each
other as I turned on the ignition, and peeled out of the parking lot as
fast as I could.

It took me all of seven minutes to make it home. I remembered running two
red lights, and wondered in amazement that there wasn't a cop around to
ticket me for it. I slammed the car into park as I squealed into the
driveway. I ploughed through the front door-all my anger and aggression
still boiling inside of me. Jakob slowly followed me, and quietly shut the
door. I looked at him as he shook violently. His left eye was completely
swollen shut, and had turned an interesting shade of purple. I grabbed him
by the chin to turn his face to the right so that I could look at his eye
more closely.  "He touch you?"

Jakob didn't answer. He stared off into space and began sobbing
uncontrollably--the speed and rhythm matching the rate his body was
trembling at. I looked down at his hands-they were clenched in fists, his
right hand trickling blood. I lifted it, and tried to pry his fingers open
to get a better look at whatever was causing it to bleed. His fingers
gradually opened for me, and I saw the pendent that I had just given him
wedged tightly in his hand-practically branding his skin. I tried to take
it away, but Jakob's fingers closed tightly around it again.

"Jakob, did he touch you?"

Jakob didn't answer. He was staring blankly past me-seeing something that
nobody else could see.

I roughly shoved him against the door and yelled to get his
attention. "JAKOB, DID HE FUCKING TOUCH YOU?"

Jakob still didn't answer me. Instead, he pressed his face against my chest
and his arms and hands slid up my back-pulling me near him. I didn't need
him to answer me. I knew from experience that indeed, the man had tried to
touch Jakob. Jakob was rubbing his face over my chest, and pulling me
closer and closer into him. My anger and aggression shifted. There was
something else happening.

"Where did he touch you?" I was out of breath as Jakob was still trying to
pull me closer to him. We couldn't get any closer, and his sobbing and
tugging on me was pulling at my heart. I hauled him up by his armpits and
moved him over to the stairs going up from the landing. I covered his body
with my own, and began kissing his neck tenderly.

"Make him go away, Bryan." Jakob whimpered into my shoulder while my mouth
was devouring his neck and cheek. I sat up and stared at Jakob's face. I
bent over slowly, and gently kissed him on his swollen eye. I then began to
gently kiss him all over his face.

"Where did he touch you?" I asked again. Jakob still didn't answer. His
eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily.  "Answer me."

Jakob was still keeping his silence, and the thought of that monster's
hands all over Jakob was making me crazy. I grabbed Jakob's dress shirt by
the collar, and pulled unrelentingly at it in opposite
directions--listening as the buttons were torn from the shirt, and fell to
the hardwood floor beneath the stairs. Jakob gasped as I tore the shirt
from his body, and my mouth covered one of his nipples, and began to lick
and play with it with my tongue and teeth. My hands were working on the
button and zipper of his pants, and I could feel him growing beneath my
fingers.

I slid down Jakob's torso, and my hands were massaging his hips and ass
while my tongue and lips were making love to his navel. I gently pulled on
his pants and boxers, and let a hand slip back up to stroke and caress his
growing organ. I kissed his hip, and slid up his body so that I could watch
his face while I stroked his cock.

"Did he touch you here?" I whispered hotly into his ear while my hand
gently played with his balls, and then traveled back up to his hard shaft.

"No." Jakob grunted, and kicked his pants and underwear off of his legs. He
was completely nude beneath me, and the heat of his skin against my clothed
body was sending little erotic thoughts through my brain. I wanted to bury
myself inside of him-not just my dick. I wanted to curl up inside of his
heart and live there forever.

I spread Jakob's legs wide and began to kiss him on the inner part of his
thighs. His left hand found itself in my hair, and his right hand remained
clutched at his side-fresh blood still seeping from the palm where he held
onto the cross I had bought for him. I worked my way up his thigh, and
found myself nuzzling his balls, before taking his cock into my
mouth. Jakob's left hand was wrapped in my hair, and he was moaning and
whimpering loudly. Eventually, Jakob moved his legs up a step so that his
knees were bent, and he began thrusting himself into and out of my
mouth. The tension of the day must have been having the same effect on him
as it did myself-his cock was leaking precum profusely--the taste of it on
my tongue making me dizzy.  I moved my mouth from it, and then began to
roll my middle finger over the head of Jakob's penis-covering it in my own
saliva and Jakob's juices.

"Uhhhnn...Bryan." Jakob grunted hoarsely.

"Shhh, baby. It's okay." I soothed him as I moved my body up a bit so that
I could kiss him on the lips. He in turn opened his mouth for me, and we
kissed deeply while my lubed middle finger began to tickle and play around
Jakob's asshole. Jakob jumped a little at first, but then thrust his tongue
inside of my mouth when my finger pushed against his hole, and slowly found
it's way inside of him.

"How does that feel?" I whispered as my tongue attacked Jakob's ear. Both
of his arms were snaked around me and were crushing me to him-his left hand
grabbing me by the ass. I took that as a sign that it felt good, and
started fucking Jakob with my finger, eventually working my way up to three
fingers inside of him. He was wild beneath me, and I knew we were both
ready. I withdrew my fingers slowly from him.

"Bryan, please." Jakob was begging. I nodded and kissed him on his forehead
while I grabbed his legs and wrapped them around my hips.

"Put your arms around me." I commanded, and Jakob obeyed. I moved my arms
around his back, picked Jakob off of the stairs, and carried him to our
bedroom.

I lay him gently on our bed, and began to undress. Jakob was gazing eagerly
up at me, and when I had my pants and boxer briefs off, he reached for my
cock and started to firmly stroke it. I stood at the bedside and watched as
Jakob slowly sat up at the edge of the bed, and guided me into his mouth
with his left hand. He nursed on me for maybe five minutes when I knew I
wasn't going to last long. I hastily pulled out of his mouth. Jakob looked
at me in confusion, and then I pushed him down onto the bed, and rolled him
onto his left side while I spooned him from behind--wrapping my arms around
him, and kissing his neck and shoulders.

The taking of Jakob was sweet and filled with the love we had come to feel
for each other. There was nothing rushed, or forced. This time I knew that
we were both ready to become one physically. We were already one both
emotionally and spiritually. I wanted my essence inside of him-I wanted to
give him everything that I was, and everything that he taught me to be.

I moved Jakob's knees closer to his chest as I lay on top of him while he
was still positioned on his side. He turned his head to face me, and our
lips met in another brilliant embrace. I kissed him all over his face, and
down his neck and shoulders while I moved my cock back and forth across the
crack of his ass--reeling at the sensations it was causing. Jakob was
beginning to tense up, and started whimpering.

"Shhh...relax, baby. I'm not gonna do anything to hurt you. I love you so
much, Jakey. I love you." I whispered into his ear while I pushed my cock
against Jakob's hole. I grunted hoarsely as it slipped in-almost too
easily, and Jakob buckled beneath me. He was screaming in what sounded like
pain, and I panicked. I immediately moved to pull out of him, but Jakob
stopped me before I could.

"NO! No please, Bryan. It's okay, I just have to get used to it."

"Jakob, I'm hurting you." I was in tears, and wrapping my arms tighter
around Jakob's small body. It killed me to be causing him pain when I swore
I would protect him from anyone that would be the cause of it. I buried my
face into his hair and began to sob.

"Jakob, let's stop."

"No," was Jakob's immediate response. He moved his knees up even closer to
his chest, and I could hear the tone of his whimpering change. He pushed
his bottom back against me, and I felt myself go further into him a little
more. Jakob moaned his approval; he reached back and patted me on the
hip-as if telling me to continue.

"Are you gonna be okay, babe?" I was still crying into his hair-the hair
that I loved so much.

"Make love to me, Bryan." was all that he said, and I knew that it was
right.

I lasted longer than I had first counted on, but eventually the feeling of
being inside of Jakob became overwhelming-as was the sight of his
incredible body being so vulnerable beneath my own. I worshipped him, and
thanked whatever God that may exist for giving him to me.

"Uhhhnn...Bry..." Jakob cried before his organ erupted like a volcano, and
streams of his being covered him and graced parts of my skin as well. He
was shaking as his climax took over his body, and his beautiful ass
tightened around me. My love and my soul poured into Jakob like rain.

Jakob slowly turned around to face me after my cock had softened and
slipped out of his body. I gently kissed his face, and wrapped my arms
around him-bringing him close to me. Jakob nuzzled his face into my neck,
and I noticed his right hand was still clenched tightly--his wrist and arm
stained with old and fresh blood.

"Jakob, you can let go now. It's over." I rubbed his hand softly, and he
slowly opened it-his palm full of gashes from holding the cross so
hard. The cross was stuck to his hand as I brought it up to my face and
kissed it tenderly. It fell between our bodies as my lips parted with his
bloodied palm.

"You're inside me now, Bryan. He can't hurt me anymore. I told you, you
could make him go away."

Jakob's words brought me to tears. "I won't let anything happen to you,
sweetie. I promise you. We belong to each other now."

I rolled onto my back, and Jakob followed me-resting his head on my chest;
our legs entwined-my arms wrapped around him, one hand rubbing his back and
shoulders while the other played lazily with his black waves. Jakob found
his pendent in between our bodies and laid it on my chest. The last thing I
remember before falling asleep was the feeling of Jakob tracing shapes on
my chest and stomach with the pendent I bought specially for him.