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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

 

By John T. S. Teller.

 

Book two: Journey of the Coin.

 

Part 36.

 

Gareth.

Aleric grips my hair tightly and crushes his mouth against mine, forcing me to receive the salacious tongue I adore. He pushes it right in and I suck the juices from it, and devour them greedily. I repeat the process, drinking his saliva like a bee hungers for nectar. Then, as we've done many times, Aleric sucks my tongue dry and swallows my saliva. It's the beginning of our loving ritual; the aphrodisiac that drives us to whatever lustful deviancy we want from each other. Aleric breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes. "What part of me do you want first?" he asks in a hoarse whisper.

 

I don't answer him with words; instead, I run my hands down from his shoulders over his warm back, into the hollows of his small, curvaceous waist and onto the two globes of hot flesh that I worship, grip them hard, and nod. He smiles, pushes the duvet from us, scoots around into the 69 position, straddles my chest on his knees, lays his head on my pubic hairs, and grabs my erect cock with both hands. I take Aleric's pillows and put them behind my head to lift me into a more comfortable position, part his buttocks with my thumbs, and lick along the length of his now open bum that he's washed perfectly clean when he was showering - stopping briefly to wriggle my tongue in the orifice to his inner glory. His hands grip my cock very tightly; his signal that I must do what he enjoys: what I enjoy. I apply more pressure with my thumbs, and the opening becomes larger, like the Venus Flytrap: inviting; succulent. And like the fly that cannot resist the nectar, I bury my tongue deep inside him and drink of his Lynx scented boy essence. Now, as always when I'm doing this to my beautiful boy, I am lost in the sexual frenzy of devouring my lover: licking; kissing; sucking; invading this delicious morsel.

 

Despite needing to be quiet, Aleric cannot stop making soprano purring noises, but he doesn't squeal as he normally does. Instead, he takes his suppressed feelings out on my cock, brutally squeezing it and rolling it against his hair. And then he lifts his head and I feel my swollen knob being pummelled by his lips and tongue and teeth. That excites me even more and I redouble my efforts, going almost crazy with lust. I reach under him and pull his rigid cock down between his legs so I can get at every sexual part of him, and suck on his balls and knob before returning to the tunnel of love.

 

One final thrust of the tongue; a few jerks on his cock, and he sobs, hyena-like, as he climaxes and I feel my semen spurting from me, taking me into a different plane of consciousness that only Aleric is capable of taking me.

 

********** ********** ********** ********** **********

 

Aleric.

I've always had problems discovering where the feelings start, and this time is no different. The nerves of the teeth in my lower jaw are screaming as the feelings overwhelm me, and like lightning bolts they surge down my body to disperse in an earth-shattering experience when they overwhelm my bum and belly and balls and pinkler. This is as good as it gets, and when I feel Gareth's knob swelling and begin to pulsate, I know what's coming. I continue to masturbate him and open my mouth even wider. Reams of his hot, thick man-milk spurt out of him... a week's supply of what his body has made, far too much for me to swallow, so I let it fill my mouth and flood from the corners of my lips, and it runs down over my hands and fingers and gathers in small pools in his pubic hair, and the final couple of spurts happen when I've drawn off him, and I allow them to hit my teeth and lips and nose. But this is all happening when I'm getting the same feeling he is.

 

I've had lots of orgasms, but I can't remember one that lasts so long. Gareth's is over before mine, but I'm so worked up that when his stuff has stopped pumping, I'm still thrusting my hips at his cruel fingers until I know there are no feelings left. Then I collapse in a heap on top of him, feeling as if I've been operated on without an anaesthetic. I'm fucked! Well and truly fucked, and it's the most depressing feeling in the world knowing the sensational feelings are over.

 

For a long time I don't move, waiting for the excesses of depression to leave me. After a while, the warm feelings of love for my Beautiful Man return.

 

********** ********** ********** ********** **********

 

Gareth.

Aleric is like a dead boy. If it wasn't for his heaving chest making his upper body move up and down, he could be. He may even have gone to sleep. Before me, the gaping hole that I assaulted has closed somewhat and looks almost normal, and the moistness of my saliva catches the light, especially the rivulets that are running down his perineum and onto his ballsac. I reach across to the bedside cupboard and pick up the damp facecloth that I brought to the bedroom to clean up any mess we made, and wipe along the length of his crevice and around his balls. I can't get to his cock because it's gone back under him, so I don't bother going there. Aleric stirs and gets off me, moving up the bed to kneel by my side, staring down into my eyes. He looks absolutely shattered, and I suspect, so do I. But I don't have a semen-splattered face as he does. My manly juices are all over his nose and lower face, even seeping over the drooping lower lip of his half open mouth. I reach up, put my hand behind his neck and draw his head towards me, and then gently wipe away all traces of it. He's like a baby being washed, and makes no effort to help me. When he's clean, as best I can, I clean up his hands and all the semen in my pubic hairs, and then place the cloth back on the bedside cupboard. I'm feeling guilty until he grins, and whispers, "You should go away more often."

 

I giggle. "For a month?"

 

He shakes his head. "That would kill me. I feel as if I've got no insides left. Do you mind if I go and wash my mouth out and clean up a bit?"

 

I shake my head. "No. Just be quiet. I'll come with you and do the same and then I'll sneak into the kitchen and make us a drink. Coffee or chocolate?"

 

My question tickles Aleric. He puts his hand to his mouth to stifle his giggles, and then lays his head on the pillow next to me. I turn my head to look at him, and he whispers through a wide smile, "Haven't you had enough chocolate for one night?"

 

I give him a disdainful stare. "You're disgusting!"

 

Aleric pulls a funny face. "It's you who's been up my bottom, not me!"

 

I chuckle. "Let's go and clean up and then I'll make us more chocolate."

 

**********

 

I'm holding Aleric in my arms; his head tucked under my chin; his free arm wrapped around my chest, his right leg folded over me, trapping my soft cock beneath it, gently rolling it across my lower belly with the inside of his thigh. Then he lifts his head and looks into my face. I smile, give him a peck on the lips, and ask, "Are you okay?"

 

He smiles. "Uhuh. Never better. You know I love you, don't you."

 

"I've sort of worked it out. That's why I've brought you a special birthday present."

 

He giggles. "Snap! I've brought you a couple too."

 

"But it's not my birthday."

 

Aleric strokes my cheek. "Well, they're sort of for both of us."

 

I'm puzzled.  "What are they?"

 

Giggles now. "I'm not telling you until you give me mine."

 

I lick my tongue out at him. "Okay. I'll get it for you. It's for both of us, too."

 

Now it's Aleric's turn to look puzzled, and he rolls away from me. "Get it then, Herr Moneybags!"

 

I get off the bed and go to the wardrobe where I've put the Kimono. It's gift-wrapped, so I go to the bed and give it to him. He's grinning as he kneels on the bed and rips off the paper, and his face lights up when the folds of silk flutter gracefully open to reveal the garment. He gets off the bed, lifts it up to look at the decoration, and whistles silently to show his appreciation. I signal with my finger for him to put it on, he puts his arms through the sleeves, rolls it onto his shoulders, wraps it around him, and ties the belt. Then he twirls around to display it to me before sitting on the edge of the bed. He leans down and kisses me very gently. "Thank you. It's fantastic!" Then he grins. "It feels really sexy."

 

"That's why I bought it. The next time we do it, you'll be wearing it. That's why I said it was for both of us."

 

Aleric gives me one of his naughty looks. "Did you try it out on a little Japanese boy first?"

 

I nod. "Five actually, before I got one that it fitted perfectly."

 

He giggles. "What did his chocolate taste like? Sushi?"         

 

"No. Boiled rice."

 

More giggles, and then he gives me a sly look. "Do you want to see what I've bought us?"

 

"Have you got to go to your bedroom?"

 

He shakes his head. "No. Shut your eyes and wait there."

 

I close my eyes and wait. Eventually, I feel him get on the bed and lie next to me. Then he says, "You can open your eyes now."

 

I turn my head to look at him, and immediately burst into stifled laughter. He's sucking merrily away on a blue, baby's dummy. Then he rolls on top of me and tries to kiss me with the dummy still in his mouth. I turn my head this way and that, trying to avoid it, but he grabs my hair and holds my head firm and plants the dummy on my lips. When I clamp my lips firmly shut, he pushes down and rubs it from side to side until I surrender, and with the ring inside my mouth, and as we stare, laughing-eyed into each other's eyes, we share our first dummy-kiss. Strangely, the amusement leaves us, and is replaced by serious looks. Aleric lifts his head, spits the dummy out, and our lips come together again. When I see his eyes close, I know this is one of our special loving moments, and when his lips begin to play with mine and his tongue seeks entrance to my mouth, I know we're back to sex-time, especially when I feel him grinding his hips at me.

 

I was right. Running my hands over his silken-clad body is tremendously sensual, and it is for Aleric, too. In fact, this is Aleric at his sexual best. He breaks the kiss, collects as much saliva in his mouth as he can, and then washes my face with his wet tongue, whispering, "Oh yes, Gareth. This is fantastic. Rub me all over, please!"

 

And I do, using both hands to caress the flesh below the silk; over his shoulders; down to his slender waist; over the gorgeous buttocks; down the back of his thighs and then back up again on the inside of them until I can fondle his ballsac through the silk. And when I start back up and push my fingers deep into the crevice of his bum, he draws in a great breath of air, holding it while I rub the silk around his anus. Then, leaving one hand on his bum, I slip the other under him to grasp his erect and very rigid silk-clad cock, and I begin to wank him. He's so worked up that he doesn't last long, and within a few moments I feel him shudder to his third climax since my return.   

 

**********

 

Aleric is still on top of me, completely relaxed, his head tucked under my chin, his left hand caressing my right shoulder and arm. He's been like this since he collapsed after his climax. Then he lifts his head, looks into my eyes, and asks, "Why aren't you tired?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "You've woken me up with your antics."

 

He grins. "I like waking you up with my antics."

 

"Why?"

 

"Because you last longer."

 

I grin at him. "Longer?"

 

He nods. "Longer. We haven't finished yet, have we?"

 

I give him a silly look. "Haven't you had enough?"

 

He giggles. "No. I've got to give you my other present."

 

"It's not a diaper, is it? You're so damned kinky I wouldn't put anything past you."

 

Aleric buries his head in my chest to stifle the noise of his giggles. When he's controlled himself, he rolls off me and gets off the bed. I give him a puzzled look. He taps his nose to tell me not to be nosey, and goes again to the wardrobe. Very quietly, he rolls back the door to my underwear department and opens a drawer. He takes something out, tucks it away in the folds of the Kimono, and with a huge grin on his face, comes back to the bed. He lies beside me, staring into my face. "What do you think it is?"

 

I pretend to think. "Something to do with sex? Something really kinky if I know you!"

 

He chuckles. "Got it in one, Herr Moneybags. Now guess what it is."

 

I stare into his beautiful, laughing eyes. "Does it vibrate?"

 

He giggles, and nods. "Kurt says it's the best there is."

 

I shake my head in disgust. "You're becoming as bad as that tart, you are."

 

"I know I am. That's because both of us fancy you. Do you want to see it?"

 

I don't get a chance to say anything, because he takes the dildo from the folds of his kimono and holds it in front of my face. I stifle my laughs with my hand. What he's holding is a perfect replica of a circumcised cock; about the same size as my cock both in width and length. He rolls on top of me, leaning on my chest with his elbows, and puts it against my lips. Then he turns the base and the thing begins to hum. He rolls it across my lips and increases the speed, and then forces it into my mouth, watching my eyes while he does it. Because my legs are open and Aleric's closed legs are between them, he can't miss feeling my cock immediately begin to swell, and I know he knows I'm feeling randy, when, with a grin on his face, he says, "It's working! Do you want to suck it off?"

 

I take hold of his hand, pull the thing from my mouth, and grin at him. "You're wasting batteries."

 

Aleric giggles and switches it off. "They're long-life ones. Recharchable. They last for ages. Do you like it?"

 

I nod. "Yes, but you're not putting that up my bum."

 

"I've no intentions of wasting it on you! Move down the bed a bit so you can shove it up my bum while you're sucking me off. I'll get the gel." He gets off the bed, goes back to the drawer, and comes back with a tube of KY. Then, standing at the side of the bed, he asks, "Do you want me to leave the kimono on?"

 

Although I like to see him with it on, I much prefer to see the nakedness of my beautiful lover, so I shake my head. "No. Take it off."

 

He smiles, leans down, and kisses me on the lips. "You love my body, don't you?" I nod. He kisses me again. "I love yours, too." He places the dildo and the KY on my bedside cupboard, slips the garment off, allows it to fall to the floor, takes hold of my hands with both his, and rubs them all over him, including everywhere around his fully erect cock that's almost touching his belly. Then he wraps my fingers round his rigid shaft and begins to wank himself... all the time staring into my eyes and showing me how sexy he feels by opening his mouth and making lewd and suggestive licking motions with his gorgeous tongue. He looks at my now fully rigid cock, and then leans over the bed and sucks on it. He pulls off it, turns to look at me, and does imitation bites to convey what he'd like to do to it. He's becoming fiercely sexual, and Raul's painting springs immediately into my thoughts.

 

We think alike. Aleric goes to his knees and pulls the painting from under the bed, where he must have hidden it before his Mum saw it if she happened to come into the bedroom. He lifts it up, leans it against the side of the bed, and stares at it. Then he pulls it close to his groin and rubs his erection across it, staring at me while he does it. My breathing is becoming shallower; my throat dry. He takes the painting to the wall and leans it against it. Then he turns to me, a questioning look on his face to see if I can see it properly. I reach for the light control on the bedside cupboard and turn the brightness up so I can see it properly, and nod. He walks back to the bed, takes the KY Gel and undoes the cap. Lots of gel all over his hands, and then he smears it all around my cock. I'm watching him closely. He's lost in this sea of sexuality, and so am I. I don't care what he does to me now. I belong to him; to this fantastic, spiritual boy creature who has come into my life and taken it over completely.

 

For quite a while he manipulates the gel into my raging hardness, and then he straddles my thighs and rubs my cock all around his cock and balls. He's using me. In this mood, I just don't know what he'll do next. I'm supposed to be sucking him off with the dildo up his bum, but he's in a different world to me now, and I get goose bumps when he looks over his shoulder at the painting and blows it a kiss. This is it!

 

He moves up my body, turns around, and sits on my tummy, facing away from me. All I can see is his slim back and the back of his head. He's alternating between looking at the painting and my cock. Then he takes hold of it and begins to wank me off with both hands while he's staring at the painting. I lie back, absorbing the intense feelings. My head falls to the side and I see the dildo sitting on its base on the bedside cupboard. I reach across and pick it up. The KY is by my side. I take off the cap and pour the gel onto the dildo. Then I switch it on and rub it down Aleric's spine... from top to bottom. He arches his back and lifts his bum off me. I go lower with the dildo, rubbing it between his bum cheeks. He raises himself higher. I locate his sphincter and work it around the muscle, applying pressure until the vibrating head slips inside him. The pressure of his hands on my cock increases, and he begins to wank me faster. He wants me to ejaculate. Why, I've no idea, but I have to do what he wants. The feelings build, and I feel the ropes of semen spurting from me as I heave myself from the bed before collapsing back onto it when the feelings are spent. I didn't realise that I could produce so much again. A week away from him and the sexuality of the situation must be responsible. I've never produced so much before after I've previously ejaculated.

 

Aleric turns around and sits straddled legged on my chest. I'm shocked. My semen is all over him; sliding from his hair, his face, and down his body.

 

**********

 

He smiles at me. His eyes narrow, thin dots of gleaming brightness emanating from his pupils. His hands rub my semen into the glistening, pale skin, and around all his sexual parts.  He moves up my body and pushes his throbbing cock between my lips. The still vibrating dildo is still lodged inside him, so I push it right in to its full depth and turn the cap to maximum vibration. His hands grip my hair viciously and he slams my head into his groin. He rotates his hips, sending the stiff cock to the back of my throat. Then I hear an unnatural growl from above me when he shudders violently, and I almost choke when his semen spurts into my gullet.

 

**********

 

Aleric is on his back, lying beside me, completely unconscious. It happened the moment his climax receded. He rolled off me and collapsed. The dildo is still on full speed up his bum. I get up and lift his knees to get at it, and pull it from him before switching it off and placing it on the bedside cupboard. To say that I'm worried would be a complete understatement. I'm terrified! Not of the sleeping boy beside me who is the most beautiful creature on earth, but what has just happened and what I'm to do now!

 

Eyelids flutter, and then open. Eyes focus and stare at me. Aleric grins. Then he whispers, "I love you." The emotions are too much for me, just as they were the night I first laid eyes on this beautiful, spiritual creature, and I begin to sob. Aleric open his arms, inviting me to him. I fall into them, and he crushes me against his nakedness, whispering soothing noises into my ear. "Shhhh. Shhhhh. It's Okay. It's what we are. Don't fight it Gareth. Give me some loving, please!"

 

I lift myself up and stare into his beautiful eyes, and then lock my lips against his. He crushes me to him and the kiss becomes a crazy one of tongues and bites and searching lips, and I give him all my loving.

 

**********

 

Aleric is clean now, lying on his back on the bed with that cute grin on his face as I lean on one elbow, staring at him. He emits a childish chuckle. "All done?"

 

I grin at him. "All done. But are you all done?"

 

He nods. "I can manage until tomorrow night now. What time is it?"

 

I look at my wristwatch. "Just turned three-thirty. Hadn't you better be getting back to your own bed?"

 

Again he nods. "I think I'd better. We don't want them to catch us in bed together... yet! Will you be alright without me?"

 

I nod. "Yes. But I'm going to miss you."

 

He smiles. "I know. I'm going to miss you. Has anybody ever told you that you're the most beautiful, sexiest man alive?"

 

I smile back. "Only you, but I don't care if nobody else says it."

 

"Well you are, and because you are, you'd better prepare yourself to spend the rest of your life with me."

 

I chuckle. "I'll be dead by the time I'm forty if you keep this up."

 

Aleric giggles. "But what a lovely way to go."

 

I chuckle again, and then lean down and kiss him. "Move your ass and I'll see you in the morning. Make sure you shower before you show your face to the others."

 

"Why? Do I stink?"

 

"No, but you smell of sex."

 

Aleric makes googly eyes at me. "You shouldn't shoot your stuff all over me." Then he puts his fingers to my lips to stop me saying anything. "On second thoughts, you'd better, when I want it!"

 

I'm serious when I stare deeply into his eyes. "I'm not sure if it was you or the painting that did that."

 

Aleric stares for a long time into what I am, and then he whispers, "It was me. Oh yes, it was me alright! Did you think I was somebody else?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "I hadn't got a clue what was happening."

 

"But you liked it?"

 

I nod. "It was fantastic."

 

Aleric smiles. "Good. That's all I wanted to know. Now kiss me and dress me, and I'll go."

 

I lean down again. Our eyes are open. I rub my lips across the lips of the boy I love, and we stare into each other's eyes for a long time. He pushes me away, gets off the bed, and I go to him and put his pyjamas on. He hugs me tightly, turns, and walks quietly out of the room.

 

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Aleric.

Gottwin is lying on his back, his arms thrown up on the pillow as I slip under the duvet beside him. He's naked, so I get out of bed, turn on the bedside lamp to a low setting, take off my pyjamas, get back into bed again, and lie on my side facing him.

 

My twin brother: my clone. He's beautiful. His long lashes hang seductively; his lovely nose showing off the grace of its profile; his partly open, sexy lips quiver as he breathes. He's delicious... so delicious that my pinkler rises immediately. I want him. I want his warmth and his sex and his body. He is me. I want me.

 

His neck is fine and long; his bare chest firm to the touch; his slim waist supple and soft; his pinkler like a sleeping adder. I run my hands along his inner thighs up to his balls and fondle them through the soft ballsac. Then I get up on my knees beside him and shake his shoulders roughly. He stirs. I shake him again. His eyelids flutter, and then open, his beautiful eyes trying to focus on my face. I can't wait any longer, and I go down and kiss his soft lips, flicking my tongue inside them to gain entrance. I reach down and hold his pinkler tightly. It begins to swell. His mouth opens to allow me access, and I plunge my tongue deep inside it. His arms come from the pillow and around my neck, and he pulls me to him. The kiss becomes fierce. I break it, and throw off the duvet. Then I mount him, reaching behind me to guide his stiff pinkler into my bum, and lower myself right onto him. He reaches up and caresses my chest. I push his hands down to my pinkler so he can wank me while I'm riding him as I would a horse, my head thrown back, grinding myself into his groin. He heaves his hips from the bed, so I redouble my efforts on him. Then he gives one almighty push and sends me up in the air, and I allow the feelings to flow from me into him, just as his do into me. And when it's over, I stare into his beautiful eyes. He stares back into mine. He smiles at me. I get off him and lie beside him. We kiss softly. He turns towards me and I wrap my arms around my identical twin... the boy I love. He folds into me; into his identical twin... the boy he loves.

 

And then I feel a strange warmth all around me, like a prickly heat that sears through every pore of my skin. I go hot inside, right in the middle of my chest, and then an intense feeling of peacefulness overwhelms me as I slip into a world of colours, and I smile. I know what's happening. This is not the first time I have felt this way. It happened when I fucked Hansie. It happened when I first looked into Gareth's beautiful eyes. It happened again tonight when I was wanking Gareth off and he spurted his man juices all over me. It wants to sleep with us. But who is IT? I don't really care. All I know is that, like my Beautiful Man and my Gottwin, I can't live without IT

 

********** ********** ********** ********** **********

  

Gareth. 

The moment Aleric has gone, I feel sad. I look around the room at the things I'm used to. Except for the painting of Aleric that's still leaning against the wall and his kimono that is still lying on the floor where he left it, these were lifeless objects before he came here. But now they are not. Everything in this room has been touched, gazed upon, or used by my boy. If I go to the wardrobe I find things out of place; my drawers are no longer tidy as they were before, and the bathroom is always a mess when he's been there. And it all began that night at the Schiller Theatre.

 

I get out of bed, put on my dressing gown, pour myself a large Glenfiddich, put on my headphones and play an Evanescence CD that I picked up at the airport. The music is lively, but haunting, much like this affair I'm having with a young boy.  Then I boot up my laptop. The first thing I go to is the most precious thing on there... the picture he sent me on the night we first met... the one where he's almost naked.

 

I should have known. All the signs were there in the beginning. But I was ignorant back then. I knew nothing about boys.

 

I enlarge the picture and scroll it up so I can see the bottom of the picture. I've done it many times since he sent it to me. Right at the bottom is a couple of centimetres of the base of his cock which he's pushed down between his tightly closed legs to hide his erection, and just above it are the first few dark hairs of his journey into manhood... the same dark hairs that I've kissed tonight.

 

They've grown a little since then, but they're still very sparse. Gottwin has more. Aleric is a little behind his brother regarding approaching puberty. I chuckle inwardly. I told Aleric I was going to cut his off when he was asleep one night. He gave me one of his famous scowls and warned me that he was very proud of his first pubescent hairs, and if I cut them off then he'd cut my cock off while I was asleep. How things have changed since he tucked his beautiful cock between his legs to hide it.

 

How things have changed! I slowly scroll the picture up and study each part of his gorgeous body... a body I now know intimately. His body hasn't changed. There's no puppy fat on him. Every part of him is perfection. His waist is curvaceous, and his abdominal muscles are well formed but not yet a six-pack. His nipples are dark and he has a distinct ring around them. His shoulders are beautifully rounded and his arms are slim. Because he carries no fat, the definition of his collar bones is pronounced. But he's not thin either. His ribs are covered with enough flesh to almost hide his bone structure.

 

I scroll further up to his head and neck.

 

His neck. I can only describe it as graceful and long. The flesh curves upwards in a beautiful arc until it disappears at the sides of his lower jawbone, supporting the face that haunts me whenever the thought of him crosses my mind. He has a sensual mouth... full lips that are always seductively half open, usually wet, and slightly puckered unless he's thinking or angry. I know that mouth so well. It's capable of anger and fun and love and sexuality. I've kissed those lips, which can be aggressive or passive, and especially seductive. I've been inside that mouth and explored it with my tongue. It contains beautiful white even teeth and a tongue that can be soft or as hard as a flexed muscle can be. I have sucked copious amounts of saliva from it, and those lips have done the same to me. And only tonight those lips and that mouth and tongue have made love to my rigid penis. This is same mouth that I'm looking at now, and which Aleric offered to me when he sent me the picture. Maybe it's as well that I didn't know all these things.

 

Back then I was truly ignorant of man/boy love, and I'm absolutely sure I would not have gone to meet him had I known what he was really like. I was a stupid, moralistic bastard back then. Had I not gone back, then I would have hurt both of us... me for the rest of my life. The scars of my love for this beautiful boy would never have healed. But would that have happened to Aleric? Without being egocentric, and knowing what I know now, I'm sure it would have been the same for him. But why would that be?

 

I enlarge the picture and study Aleric's eyes. The answer to that question is looking at me now. The photograph he took was a high definition one. And it just happened to come out perfect.

 

I have looked into these eyes countless times, but still they remain a mystery to me. Those eyes are a window to his soul, and in the short time I have known him I've discovered many things about that soul.

 

That soul is passionate beyond belief; demanding; commanding; possessive; aggressive; deviant and lustful, but most of all it is overflowing with love, and for some crazy reason it's decided to fall in love with my own soul. But it's not just one way. Oh no!!! My inner being – my own soul – that has remained dormant in the passion stakes has suddenly discovered it has a soulmate. Is it like that in all human beings? Do we all have a soul that can only be fully awakened when fate determines it meets its perfect match? Fate. Is that the key to these things? It has to be. Had Joseph not been unwell and he and Helena had gone to the concert at The Schiller then our two souls would never have met.

 

But what does fate have in store for us? It could deliver us to paradise or destroy us both. And the latter is what is worrying me to death.

 

I close the laptop, take off my headphones, switch off the CD player, remove my dressing gown and go to bed with another large whisky, still trying to work out how a spirit can jump so far. Aleric must have been five metres from me when our eyes met and held.

 

Aleric is still with me. The scent of his deodorant is making sure of that. I inhale and breathe him in, and then take a large swig of the whisky to clear my senses. The painting is still propped against the wall where Aleric put it. I turn up the light and study it.   

 

I remember my thoughts when first I saw it. A dark, spatially perspective room that leads to the past; a Germanic past, full of grotesques of anger and sorrow. Aleric is part of that past. Raul has hidden nothing. But from that past, kneeling on a magnificent bed of white feathers on which Aleric is hovering so as not to make an impression in them, is my Angel of Pie Jesu, complete with wings; legs open revealing everything; naked and seductive; sexual beyond imagination.

 

I drink the rest of my whisky and shake my head. How did Raul know? How could he paint something so perfectly correct... so spiritual? He would need to have known Aleric's spirit to know that, and as far as I know, only I have ever seen it as it truly is. And Gottwin of course. And the woman who gave birth to them. Oh yes... Gretel's spirit is all powerful, and it's the boss. Her spirit is the Capo di Tutti Capi of the spiritual Hahn family.

 

It's late... I'm tired. I need to get some sleep. What for? I have no idea, but knowing my boy as I do, tomorrow – today – will be another day full of exertions and surprises. Surprises! Aleric can make semen now, but the amount he spurted into the back of my mouth when he climaxed was far more than he's ever produced before. Actually, that's disconcerting. I swallowed every drop of it! I hope to fuck the spirit of the painting hasn't taken me over as well. If it has, I hope it likes Glenfiddich and Schnapps and Bourbon.

 

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The Spirit of László Nemeth.

Shadows and clarity; darkness and light... a fusion of being without an existence. Then, in the year 1693, as a new spirit I emerged into clear light for the first time as I came from the womb and first opened my eyes and experienced Love... a special love... a mother's love. I was in the body of a boy... a beautiful boy. But I was not a boy... I was hermaphrodite... a fusion of sexuality. I was László Nemeth, of Hungarian/Ottoman descent, and so beautiful that I was much desired in the town of Felsőgalla during my human sixteen years of existence.

 

My lover was Csaba Szolnoky... a nobleman of twenty eight when first we met when I was twelve years old, and we shared four years of sexuality and love that were without equal. Sexuality: the essence of humanity and all creatures of The Earth. Love: the quintessential emotion that, when bonded with sexuality, creates the perfect existence. László Nemeth and Csaba Szolnoky lived that perfect existence.

 

 And then came the Habsburgs in the shape of Stanisław Jabłonowski - lacky of John Sobieski - a cruel and verminous creature who despised sodomites and catamites, claiming they were creatures of the Unbelievers... the Ottoman Turks amongst us. And Jabłonowski sent his soldiers to find the Elder of the village and bring him to him, and then he had him tortured until he revealed his knowledge of those he was seeking. He gave out two names only: Csaba Szolnoky and László Nemeth. Then they impaled the Elder, and sought us out.

 

In the night they dragged us from our bed, bound us and dragged us behind a cart to the town square with bells of the church ringing to wake the townsfolk to witness the burning of The Despised. But it was only me, László Nemeth, that they burned at the stake with the sign of The Tural nailed firmly to the top of it while my lover Csaba Szolnoky and my mother were forced to watch my human body burn. When the body of László Nemeth was no longer useful upon The Earth, and as I rose from the flaming pyre, I watched as they lashed my mother and my lover onto stout logs and roasted them over the embers. Vainly, I tried to stay to await the arrival of their spirits, but the sight of them roasting was too much to bear and I allowed myself to drift away into a fusion of being without an existence. I should have waited.

 

I did go back, but I could not find the spirits of my mother or my lover, Csaba. And as I hovered above the cold ashes, I caught a glimpse of my mother's lucky charm... her ancient coin that she kept in a leather fob around her neck. Gold... a place of refuge for a lost spirit.

 

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Shadows and clarity; darkness and light... a fusion of being without an existence. Then, in the year 1992, clear light as I came from the womb and opened my eyes and experienced Love... a special love... a mother's love... again. I was in the body of a boy... a beautiful boy: Norbert Hahn.

 

Existence for natural creatures is a game of chance, and within two years I was again a fusion of being without an existence. But a Spirit can learn as each existence becomes experience, and this time I did not drift away into the shadows and darkness. It might have happened had not a Mother's Love been so great. I could not leave. Part of me remained inside the coin of gold, and the other part of me remained in the woman who gave birth to Norbert Hahn. The Spirit that resides in Gretel Hahn is all-powerful and has experienced many reincarnations, and it would not let me go. For five years she coveted the spirit within her that was me, and then she brought me into the light again. But even she could not have foreseen the power of the natural world that can divide an Egg of Creation. And I became two. But I am still one, shared between two. I prefer being Aleric. The brain nature gave to him suits my personality. I love being hermaphrodite... a fully experienced one that was once László Nemeth and is now the same in Aleric Hahn. And I have found a new soulmate within Gareth that is as wonderful as the one that was in Csaba Szolnoky.

 

However, I'm almost sure the spirit of Csaba Szolnoky has not left me entirely. Too many things have happened in this existence for them to be coincidence. But if I'm right, what does my former soulmate want? Does it still desire me as it did all those years ago and want to recreate what we had in another existence, or is its closeness here to protect me? I suspect the latter. There have been many signs that are of a spiritual essence to forewarn Aleric and Gareth about the pitfalls of existence. Signs are important providing the brain of the human is receptive to them. Unfortunately, we spirits have no influence over the way their natural brains will react to our presence within and around them. We are the emotions and not the decision makers.

 

But this is not fair. The spirit within Gareth is a new one, as I once was when I first entered the Egg of Creation that was László Nemeth. I will have to be clever. I will have to educate the new spirit within Gareth that I love more than existence. But maybe I am underestimating my new lover's spirit. It may be new to existence, but it's damned clever. And it's a pain in the arse at times. It asks too many questions, much like Csaba's did. And something else! Gareth's emblem is The Dragon. Csaba's family emblem was the same. Is that why Csaba has chosen him for me... if he has? I wouldn't put anything past Csaba. He was the most delightful, wise, cunning, funny, and downright obstinate spirit at times. That's why we were so perfect. We never stopped challenging each other. He always said I was the naughtiest spirit he had ever met. That's why he loved me so much, he said. And he possessed powers that amazed me. But that's what happens when a spirit has had many existences. Did he direct fate to deliver Garth Rhys-Jones to Aleric? It was something he would do. He knows how crazy I am about sex, and he's gone and sent me a new soulmate inside a creature that's not capable of matching my enormous libido. The bugger!

 

But, if the spirit of Tsabo is really around and is becoming my guardian, then what is he guarding me from? Another  Stanisław Jabłonowski? I've had one existence ruined by a vile creature who hates humans like Aleric and Gareth. I'll have to be on my spiritual toes. I don't want that to happen again, not now I've given myself completely to my new soulmate, who is as delicious and funny and loving as Tasabo's spirit was.

 

All these thoughts are making me tired. Even a spirit needs a rest, and it's nice being snuggled inside Aleric and Gottwin. I love these moments. I am one again.  

 

To be continued...

 

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