Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2006 16:11:15 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Guardian Angel, Personal Demon

		      GUARDIAN ANGEL, PERSONAL DEMON
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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[NOTE: We've all seen the figures of a tiny angel and a tiny devil perched
on people's shoulders. Some prefer to call them your conscience and your
temptation, but I like to think of them as the embodiment of the two
representatives of Heaven and Hell we are all supposed to have assigned to
us. And therein lies this story....]

Timael, the guardian angel, was righteously furious as he and Alex, his
human, watched his lover get dressed. "See?" He told Alex by whispering in
his right ear. "He isn't staying with you. He will never call you
again. You should have waited, learned to know him better. All you have
done is risked your body and your soul, and for nothing but a moment's
pleasure."
     He heard Slugstepper's response, the personal demon who perched on
Alex's left shoulder, whispering into Alex's left ear. "Say something! Ask
him if he knows anyone else you can fuck like you just did him!"
     "Nonsense!" Timael said urgently. "You are no slut, you are a decent
human being who has slipped ever so little, do not compound your error!"
     And Alex spoke, both guardian angel and person demon listened to his
words intently, "I hope we can get together again some time."
     And the man shrugged on his t-shirt, said, "You bet I will. I have
your number right here." And the man patted his left buttock.
     "Right next to your heart." Alex joked, and they both laughed. Timael
sighed. His human was lost, lost unless he could manage yet to guide his
soul into repentance.
     He was about to begin work on Alex, but saw that his human was
exhausted. It would have to wait until morning.
     In the meantime, he could have a few words directly with Slugstepper,
let their debate percolate into Alex's dreams where they would twist it
into nightmare. A good nightmare was just what was called for!
     He floated over Alex's throat and confronted the personal demon. Like
Timael, Slugstepper bore Alex's face, a side-effect of the assignment to a
human, and like Timael, he bore Alex's body. One that Alex had been working
on diligently. Timael didn't mind that, the body Alex kept clean and toned
was a body halfway to heaven. If only Alex wasn't constantly tempted by
Slugstepper into staring longingly at those other men working out! It was a
difficult assignment, working with a gay human, they had to be kept from
any and all sexual contact to gain unfettered access to Heaven, which was
Timael's ambition and if successful, his crowning achievement! Well, that
glory was denied him now, from now on, it was war!
     "You!" Timael declaimed with a finger pointed at the personal
demon. "You did this, you miserable worm! The Almighty was right to cast
you out of Heaven with Satan and the others! And now you seek to add to the
population of your tormented domain! I shall not permit this! I shall not!"
     "Permit what?" Slugstepper said, and Timael saw that he was as worked
up as Timael about this night! "Did you see what our human was doing here!
Did you watch?"
     "I saw Alex in the throes of fornication with another man." Timael
said.
     "You saw nothing!" Slugstepper fumed, and then he dropped, as personal
demons are apt to do, into worry about his punishment if he failed to win
this human's soul. "They spent hours talking in the bar! They found things
in common, things to do outside of the bedroom! They came back here and
were loving and tender to each other! I wanted Alex to go find a bathroom
stall with a hole in it, no danger there of falling in love! But no, you
and your mutterings kept him in the front room of that club, and he met
this guy, this, this...what was his name again?"
     "Mark." Timael supplied.
     "Yeah, Mark!" Slugstepper said. "You just watch, this Mark is going to
call Alex, and they'll go out again and they'll have fun and they'll get to
know each other. Oh, I had it happen the last time, too! They're going to
fall in love!"
     "Fall in love?" Timael said, aghast. "But that's worse!"
     "Worse!" Slugstepper said. "Pah! A few paltry centuries in Purgatory
and those of the lightest sort of torment. God makes allowance for the
love. No, I needed my human to stay single, hit the backrooms, suck cock,
fuck ass, but to get to know these men? Never! Keep them distant, keep them
nameless cocks and asses, that's my road to success! Instead, Alex is three
steps down the road to...gah! He's got a chance to be happy!"
     "Happiness on Earth." Timael retorted. "Not in heaven! None should
dally upon the pleasures of the flesh, they should be denied for the glory
of God."
     "Boy." Slugstepper said in a tone of wonder. "How do you manage to
bend over with that flagpole up your ass? What were your prior humans like,
anyway?"
     "Alex is my eighth." Timael admitted. "The first four were those who
were fortunate enough to die before they attained full measure of
discretion."
     "Babies before doctors got any good at helping people live, right?"
     "That is a poor way of looking at it." Timael said. "Souls who pass
easily and quickly from this world to the next, God embraces them and gives
them quick entrance."
     "Okay, for the first four, you had it easy. What about those last
three?" Slugstepper pressed.
     "My fifth lived until his fourteenth year." Timael said. "I kept him
busy on his prayers and his sins were few before the fever struck him and
he had ample time for his confession to the priest."
     "He got an easy walk, too." Slugstepper adjudged.
     "My sixth," and Timael smiled. "She chose the nunnery and lived many
years in quiet solitude behind those high walls. I helped her fight her
desires for the sins of the flesh. I was up against old Pusbreath on that
one and he put up a good fight, but I had him outmatched. And the last, it
was during the First World War, and he had some sins with alcohol and women
of low standards, the temptations of a soldier, but when he was wounded,
the priest came around and he was ready enough, knowing his death was nigh,
to renounce all the desires of the world."
     "Humph!" Slugstepper made a spitting motion. "So you feel you're on a
roll, and can't bear the thought of a human actually living in the world
and getting a bit of the nasty to make the day go by smoother."
     "So Alex has succumbed to temptation." Timael said beatifically. "His
first time with a man, that can be forgiven easily enough. He had to learn
that it was not for him."
     "That's what got my tail in a twist!" Slugstepper said. "He didn't
learn any such thing. He's got a chance for happiness here. You mark my
words, a year from now, he and this Mark character are going to be going to
church together! Holding hands while they say their prayers
together. Taking care of each other when they're in trouble. Gah! True
love, that's where he's headed, mark the way my horns curl up when I think
of it. I lost my last two humans to lives of true love, I know the symptoms
well indeed! The way that Mark stroked his chest while Alex was fucking his
ass, the way Alex kissed Mark's cheek as he humped that hairy butt. Sin?
The mildest sort! Tempered by kind feelings and the formation of a bond, it
gives the soul a glaze that is damned hard to penetrate! Soon, Alex won't
even be going to bars, he'll be baking cookies and going to baseball games
where he'll go easy on the booze because Mark doesn't like it when he gets
drunk...Gah!" Slugstepper advanced on Timael in sheer fury.
     And they touched. Personal demon and guardian angel, the better
natures of the soul and the desires that well from within, they
contacted. And with that touch, there came a great...communication.
     Timael knew he shouldn't get close to the personal demons of the
humans he was assigned to. He had been warned that such contact would cause
all of that nature to permeate his own being, as would his own light
shatter the darkness of the evil spirit. Light meets dark, and both are
corrupted. But Slugstepper moved so fast, he didn't have time to shift
away, it caught him off-guard and...
     And so they touched and the combination occurred. Timael felt the
goatish lusts of Slugstepper, urges that he had drained and fed upon from
Alex, pouring into him. And he felt those emotions of kindness, mercy, love
and dedication, which he himself sipped from Alex's soul to sustain
himself, descend into the personal demon.
     Lust met love, combining into...desire. Angels aren't supposed to feel
desire, demons are supposed to feel only a raw hunger for physical
sensations. Neither is true desire, when the heart meshes with the body to
coalesce into one emotion!
     To call it black meeting white and both becoming gray is not enough,
such colors don't tell of the vibrancy of the meeting. Say instead that red
temptation met blue redemption, and they combined into a marvelous
royal-purple glory!
     The clash of their bodies would have smashed a mere human. Timael's
lips met Slugstepper's with a force that would have left them bruised lumps
for a lesser creature of Earth. Timael's hands clutched at Slugstepper's
back, his thumb and forefinger caressed the juncture of the wings with the
shoulder muscles, his thighs felt the hairy goat-legs of the demon brush
him, a scratchy fur that would have scarred tender human flesh. But he was
an angel, and beyond the sufferings of the flesh, all he felt was the
warmth of the body in his embrace.
     "Ah, ah, ah!" gasped Slugstepper when Timael's kissed moved to his
neck. His demonic fingers caressed the tender feathers of Timael's wings,
the silken texture fluttered under his clawed fingertips. "The delight of
the angelic embrace!" he sighed. "So long, it has been so long! I had
forgotten...ah! I had forgotten this!"
     Slugstepper's flesh was reddish and abnormally warm, but the heat
burned Timael's lips only with passion. "And I had no idea that you would
be so soft to touch." He breathed. His tongue found Slugstepper's breast,
danced upon the tip of the nipple like the head of a pin, he pushed down
and suckled at the warm breast like the infants he had nurtured each in
turn, guiding them to their mother's milk, but now he only drew ecstasy for
himself and his demon-lover from that nub of hot, bumped flesh.
     He felt Slugstepper's rod like a branding iron between his thighs, and
Slugstepper began to hunch upwards, brushing Timael's buttocks. The hot
dong gushed a scalding fluid, but again, an angel is immune to pain. The
steam that arose from it was but a balm to his hungry body, he relished the
sensation and let it drive his own. His cock returned the favor by flowing
a soothing fluid onto Slugstepper's stomach and Slugstepper moaned at the
benevolent velvet caress of angelic love-juice that nestled into the dimple
of his navel.
     "I must have you now." Slugstepper groaned. "I cannot bear it the
more! You will let me take you!"
     "Nay, I give himself to you." Timael corrected him. "There is no
taking. There is only accepting."
     "I accept you, then!" Slugstepper said in tones of "I'll say anything
to get inside you." "Only let it be now, now!"
     "So let it be." intoned Timael and he reached behind himself, grasped
the hot brand of demon dong and touched it to his lower entrance. Never had
this opening known the exit of mundane discharge, it was as pink and
pristine as any infant's upon birth. No cleansing was needed of the space
beyond the sphincter, it was all unused and waiting for Slugstepper's prong
to touch it all for the first time.
     Timael was therefore unprepared for what he felt. Pain was impossible,
but pleasure there was ample room for, he got it all as Slugstepper's cock
surged into him. Timael threw his head back and let out a moan that shook
the very gates of Heaven for certain. He was matched by a groan from
Slugstepper that rocks the portals of Hell. The very cosmos was buffeted by
this meeting of angel and demon, the meshing of opposites, the combination
of philosophies at odds with each other, they couldn't be
reconciled...could they?
     Yet in this bonding they found ecstasy. Timael bounced upon
Slugstepper while Slugstepper rammed upwards, a synchronization of ecstasy
that is the eagle to the human's sparrow, the mountain to the human's hill,
the sheer rapture that coursed through these two bodies would have killed a
mortal with its intensity.
     So it was in this magnificent mounting, this conflagration of
concupiscence, this joy of joining, that Timael and Slugstepper moved,
their bodies wracked with a delight that could have moved oceans from their
beds, shaken mountains into dust, flung stars out of the skies, here above
their sleeping human ward, angel and demon combined their bodies and
shivered with the rush of the rising climax within!
     "I'm coming, I'm coming!" warned Slugstepper. "Angel, this could
damage even you, I beg you to pull off and let me discharge safely outside
of you. It has caused mortal souls to burst into flames!"
     "I am no mortal." gasped Timael. "I am of the same stuff as you,
created before the world, and not fragile, I say to you, take the delight I
give you and give me mine in return!"
     "I hear and obey!" sobbed Slugstepper. "Only don't let it hurt him,
God, please, don't let it hurt him! GUH-UH-HUHHUHHHNNNN!"
     And the demonic semen exploded upwards into Timael. Demon seed comes
in two forms, one is a form of lava that can sear flesh from bones and burn
bones into black ash. The other is icy cold so that it freezes the very
soul rock-hard. Neither was what came out of Slugstepper. Timael felt the
fluid that hit him with wonder. This was the same blessing-water that
occurred when he himself would touch other angels, as they waited for
reassignment, the lovemaking they performed under the Benevolent Gaze
directly, this was the very same!
     That ecstatic fluid, as always, invoked his own orgasm, and he
clenched his buttocks tightly upon Slugstepper's dong to keep him tightly
within, and he leaned back, rested his hands upon Slugstepper's hooves to
steady himself, and he sprayed his own jizm out over Slugstepper's
body. Slugstepper yelped as the angelic fluid ejaculated over him, every
place it touched, it steamed upon his flesh. The reddish tint of his body
faded into a deep pink, a regular pink, a light pink.
     Timael for himself felt his very essence flowing out of him in that
orgasm, every bit of the fluid seemed to drain from his very being. Like a
limp sack, he sagged down with his climax upon Slugstepper's body and felt
himself seeping with his love-juices into Slugstepper's body, felt
Slugstepper's body contort, like it was wrapping around him, or he was
wrapping around it. Or both at once. The star-shaking ecstasy that wracked
his body made any objective observation impossible. Timael sunk into a form
of mental darkness. How odd, he thought, it was much like what the humans
call sleep....
     He awakened and found himself alone. He was seated upon Alex's heart,
the young man lying in deep slumber, his chest bare to the night air. He
looked down upon himself. His body was...changed. Not the pure pale white
of angel, not the deep red of demon, but...in between.
     He regarded his body. Magnificent! He'd had a beautiful body as an
angel, but this! This was more! He looked around, he was alone. Where was
the other who shared his duties of watching over this human, for good or
for evil. Who was he even looking for? Slugstepper? Or Timael?
     The response was not what he expected. Before him appeared Birmael,
the angel who was in charge of the disposition of guardian angels. He bowed
before his superior.
     "Well, he who used to be Timael." Birmael said to him. "What shall we
call you now?"
     "I am..." He paused. "I do not know who I am."
     "You are what used to be Slugstepper the demon and Timael the angel."
Birmael said. "You bonded with each other into this one form." Birmael
cocked his head to one side and said, "We shall call you Slumael. That
seems appropriate."
     "But what am I?" the newly-named Slumael said. "If I am both Timael
and Slugstepper, then what is my place in the heavens?"
     "Your duties are the same as before." Birmael said. "This lucky human
Alex, he shall have temptation leavened by love, and guidance tempered with
passionate joy. You, Slumael, are now both to him. You are his integrated
conscience, a joining of his morals and his desires no longer in conflict,
but now working in harmony to let him live a life both happy and
fruitful. Guide him as you ever would, and when his time on this world is
done, we shall have a special place of honor for you."
     Slumael bowed his head and rested in his new place upon Alex's body,
right above his heart. For now, he would speak to his human from there.
     Alex awoke the next morning to the phone ringing. He picked it up and
said, "Hello?"
     "Good morning." came Mark's voice. "Am I calling too early?"
     Alex looked at the clock. Nearly six-thirty. "No, my alarm would have
gone off in a moment more anyhow."
     "Great." Mark said. "I was wondering if you were up for breakfast
together before you go in to work."
     Alex considered this, and Slumael answered him in the
affirmative. "Sounds good." Alex said. "How about we meet at Marigold's at,
say, seven-thirty?"
     "Great." Mark said. "I'll see you there. Sorry about leaving you last
night, but I really did have to get home. I have a pet cat, and he's about
twenty years old now, and I have to be sure I'm home to give him his
medicine each morning, you see."
     "It's okay." Alex said. "See you a little later."
     "Good-bye."
     Alex got out of bed. It was going to be a good day, he thought. And
Slumael smiled benevolently. Yes, he told his human, the first of many,
many good days to come.

				  THE END
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