The Sweetest Lie

Author’s Note: Perhaps some of you know the first version of this story. I rewrote it, because in my opinion it was horrible, and I think it’s much better now. It’s also my first real attempt to write a Lemon, so please be nice when you review and don’t flame me.

Warning: This story is a Lemon Yaoi fanfiction! If you are offended by graphic descriptions of homosexual activities, don’t read this please.

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The Sweetest Lie

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~ The most beautiful refuse in this world. That’s my true form. ~

Rosiel wasn’t feeling well the last few weeks. He didn’t attend any meeting of the High Council and locked himself in his rooms, allowing nobody to see him. Not even Katan, who began to get quite worried about him. So the cherub was more than glad, when Rosiel finally asked for his presence.

“Rosiel-sama? You wanted to see me?” he asked softly, as he carefully opened the door to Rosiel’s bedroom.

It was dark inside, the bow windows were covered with long, heavy velvet curtains, letting no light inside. There was only the dim light of a few lonely candles here and there that illuminated the room a bit. The silken veils around the large bed were closed, revealing only a faint silhouette of the Inorganic Angel.

“Katan...?” Rosiel asked, his voice barely above a whisper, sounding weak and trembling.

“Yes, Rosiel-sama?”

“Please come to me,” the high angel nearly sobbed, lifting the veil a little.

Expecting the worst, Katan closed the door and approached the large bed with careful steps. He brushed the silky fabric to the side and sat on the edge beside his master.

Trembling, Rosiel was lying on the soft sheets. His head buried in a white, silken pillow and his long, violet hair scattered around him like a sea of lavender. His body had become incredibly thin and fragile. He looked almost like a child now, although he was mentally much older than Katan. His whole appearance reminded Katan of a porcelain doll that could break at the slightest touch.

“Rosiel-sama, I have been very worried about you. I beg you, tell me, what has been troubling you?”

“Look at me, Katan...” the petite angel whimpered. Shimmering teardrops trickled down his pale cheeks as he sat up. “This horrible body is fading more and more and I can nothing do to stop it.”

“No, Rosiel-sama, that’s not true,” Katan said in an useless attempt to cheer the smaller angel up a bit.

But it was the truth and he knew it. Rosiel was changing. His body was turning younger, slowly but definitely and his sanity ebbed gradually away. Katan had already noticed it, as he broke the seal that held his master imprisoned inside the earth. But still, he tried to convince himself, and even more Rosiel, of the fact that his beauty would last forever.

“It’s all her fault,” Rosiel whined, covering his face with his hands to hide his tears. “Only Alexiel’s fault...”

Refuse. He was nothing more than God’s refuse, while his sister got all the eternal beauty and purity that was denied to him. His beauty would disappear together with his sanity until nothing would be left. And there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He could never reach such perfection and eternity like her.

And the worst thing was that he didn’t know how to end his hated being; that he wasn’t able to make an end on his own.

“Please, Rosiel-sama...” Katan took the smaller, shivering angel into his arms, hugging him and stroking his back lightly. “Please believe me, you’re still beautiful.”

“But look...look at this body...It will not last forever, Katan. Unlike her’s.” Rosiel looked at Katan with tears in his golden eyes that were now bloodshot from crying and wrapped his arms tightly around the cherub’s waist. “I would want rather die than lose my beauty. But I can’t. I just can’t die. This body doesn’t allow it.”

“Please don’t say such things. Don’t torment yourself so much,” Katan begged, feeling himself close to the verge of tears. “For me, you will always be the most beautiful being in existence, no matter what happens to your body.”

“Oh, Katan, my darling.” Rosiel clutched the fabric of the cherub’s dark uniform even tighter in his hands, before leaning up to look at him; their faces so close that his soft, pink lips almost brushed against Katan’s.

“Tell me...tell me one more time...that you find me beautiful,” Rosiel breathed against the other’s lips, his voice still a thin whisper, but at least steady again.

“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty. You are more beautiful than your sister, more beautiful than any woman could ever be,” Katan spoke willingly; not only because Rosiel wanted him to, but also because he really meant it. Although Rosiel’s once so shining radiance had mostly faded since his insanity had begun, he was still extraordinary pretty.

Rosiel sighed satisfied, forcing himself to a weak smile. “You tell me the sweetest lie of all and I believe it. But when you say it, it almost sounds as if it would be true...”

“It is true,” Katan assured.

Rosiel’s hands slid from Katan’s waist to his shoulders, pushing the taller angel back to lie on the soft pillows. “I wish you were right.”

With shaky hands he caressed the sides of Katan’s face for a moment, before leaning down to lock their lips together for a first, chaste kiss.

Certainly Rosiel had kissed Katan before, but this time it was completely different, gentle and careful, as if he were truly afraid he could hurt the cherub. It was no comparison to the other harsh times when the Inorganic Angel tried to feed him his pill.

“You have already done so much for me. Now let me do something for you,” Rosiel begged.

Katan could only nod. Perhaps it looked like he was taking advantage of Rosiel’s unstable condition, which, of course, wasn’t so, but rejecting him would cause the older angel only more pain. And after all he loved Rosiel, more than anything else, even more than God.

Kissing him again lovingly, Rosiel slid his tongue into the cherub’s mouth to touch with his. While he fondled Katan’s delicate inner walls, his hands were working at the buttons of Katan’s shirt, opening them one by one.

A barely audible sigh slipped from Katan’s lips as Rosiel’s mouth descended further down. While trailing small butterfly kisses along his neck and collarbone, he slid the soft fabric of Katan’s clothing over his shoulders, exposing the younger angel’s chest.

Slowly he made his way downwards, kissing, licking and caressing every centimeter of flesh of his devoted servant his mouth could reach. It didn’t take long and he had removed the rest of Katan’s hindering uniform, baring him completely, while Rosiel was still dressed.

Gently spreading the cherub’s slender legs apart, Rosiel buried his head between them and began to place small, loving kisses on the velvety-soft insides of Katan’s thighs.

Katan bit his lower lip, trying to keep himself from crying out as he felt incredibly soft lips caressing his manhood, followed by the wet touch of a tongue. He raised his hips unconsciously as Rosiel began to lick gently at the tip. Rosiel’s long hair was spread over Katan’s abdomen, tickling him lightly. Only some moments later Rosiel’s warm mouth enveloped him and sucked on the heated flesh, making his lovely son gasp in pleasure.

Far too soon it was over and Rosiel withdraw from the stiff organ, leaving it dripping with his saliva. He crawled up to Katan, who was panting heavily, a crimson blush staining his pale cheeks. Rosiel found himself smiling at this sight and laid a tender kiss on the cherub’s lips.

“My dearest Katan...how pretty you are,” he whispered against his skin, damp with sweat.

The seraph then gracefully slid out of the thin nightgown he wore and rolled himself onto his back. He spread his long, slender legs further apart and pulled Katan on top of him.

“Rosiel-sama,” Katan murmured. An expression of anxiety was clearly written across his beautiful, boyish face, as he felt thin, delicate fingers wrapping around his length and leading him towards Rosiel’s tender rose bud. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, Katan,” Rosiel sighed, stroking Katan’s cheek with a feather-light touch. “Don’t worry about that. I’m sure that nothing you do could ever hurt me.”

Without waiting for further reactions, Rosiel slowly guided Katan into him. A delicate moan escaped his shivering lips, his eyelids fluttered closed for a moment in pleasure.

Rosiel twined his arms around Katan’s back and pulled him down for a gentle kiss. He began to move his hips encouragingly against the taller angel’s, begging Katan to take him fully.

Katan finally obeyed to the silent request by gently thrusting into the soft, tight passage. Carefully at first, as if afraid of breaking the petite beauty, but soon sped up, letting his lust take over.

They climaxed almost at the same time, clasping their hands together as their pleasure reached its peak.

Exhausted they collapsed onto the bed, both panting softly from the aftermath of their lovemaking. Rosiel sighed quietly, pillowing his head onto his son’s chest and listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat. It didn’t take long until sleep overwhelmed them, both resting peacefully into each other’s arms.

Later in the night Katan was woken up by a warm wetness against his skin and it took him some moments to realize that they were tears. Rosiel’s tears.

“Rosiel-sama...?” he asked sleepily, pulling the smaller angel closer and hugging him protectively.

“I had a dream,” Rosiel sobbed pathetically, burying his tear-streaked face into Katan’s shoulder. “I dreamt that everyone left me all alone, even you. It was so cold and dark, no one loved me and I was so afraid. But as I woke up I realized that it wasn't just a nightmare. It was the future...”

“No, my Rosiel-sama,” Katan shook his head. “I don’t think so. I’m sure it was only a nightmare, perhaps a very intense, but nothing else,” he whispered, kissing Rosiel’s cheeks, eyelids and forehead soothingly.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Rosiel told him, choking over his tears. “I finally realized that you're the only one I truly love. It's not my sister. It was never her. But now it’s probably too late.”

Rosiel gave the younger angel a small, loving kiss, to emphasize his words before he continued. “Katan, my dear, sweet Katan...Please promise that you will never let me alone, that you will stay with me until the end. You’re the only beautiful thing in my life that is left to me...my dearest son...I need you so much.”

“Yes, I promise. I will never leave you,” Katan swore, holding Rosiel in his embrace like his most precious treasure. “I will always stay with you and keep the nightmares away. Tonight and forever.”

~ End ~