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A New Kind of Love Ch. 01

By: Gweall



Okay guys, for those of you who are new to my stories you should know this was the VERY first story I ever wrote and posted, so it's very...undeveloped.

My writing has greatly improved so if you want to know what I'm really capable of, check out any of my other stories. This one is a fan favorite though so I know I had to post it.

If you already know my writing, you know I'm better than this and I don't have to tell you anything ;)

Enjoy

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A lone figure rises in a graveyard. Taking a moment to look around, he sets off in the direction of the gates. Passing through them just as the clock's final chime marks Midnight. The smell of sulfur follows him, dissipating in the cool night air behind his flowing jacket.

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"Steven Bernard! You get down here this instant!" Martha called from the kitchen. Steve gave a heavy sigh, taking one last look in the mirror. He stood 5' 11" with light brown hair and emerald green eyes. He had manage to keep all the muscle he worked hard on over summer. Working at the outdoor adventure camp was a very demanding job. 

He had been held back a year, and was now 19. Starting his senior year of high school made him think about what he was going to do after it. Was he going to go to college? 

'I can't worry about that now,' he chided himself. 'I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.' He grabbed his backpack from the floor where it had sat all summer and rushed downstairs.

"You're going to be late." His mother wrapped a muffin in a paper towel before handing it to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek, rushing him off to meet the bus. He made it just in time and climbed on. He quickly sat down next to Francis.

"Hey where you been all summer?" Francis asked him, grabbing the muffin and taking a bite.

"Working. Which is more than you can say. I've saved up a ton," Steve said before snatching back the muffin and eating the half his friend hadn't already stolen.

"As far as I'm concerned summer is for sleeping, eating, and hot girls," Francis smirked. "But of course you wouldn't know about that."

Steve punched him in the arm. Francis was one of his few friends who were ok with him being gay. He had come out two years ago and had lost a couple of friends, but the ones who were most important to him stayed. Which he was thankful for.

"You meet someone over break?" Steve questioned as he finished his breakfast.

"Yeah, her name's Madeleine. She's John's cousin," Francis said with a glazed over look in his eye.

"Madeleine, huh? How long have you two been a thing?" Steve said, slightly wincing at the name of one of his old friends. John and Steve used to be friends. But when he came out John wanted nothing to do with him. Even went out of his way to cause him trouble. They had gotten into several fights. Steve had almost been expelled.

"Two and a half months," Francis smiled proudly, as he and Steve stood to get off the bus.

"Wow man, I'm proud of you... I'm pretty sure that's a new record for you!" Steve nudged Francis' arm. Francis had a long reputation of only having one night stands with a girl.

"Yeah, me too! I just hope I can keep it going. Her family is like mega-Catholic. Won't put out at all." Francis said with a sad look on his face.

"Just hang in there man. You'll make it," Steve punched his friends shoulder as they stepped off the bus.

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"Welcome back everyone. As all of you know, I'm Mr. Townsen. Most of you had me last year. And probably the year before that. And the year before that. So you all know what I expect of my students. Don't disappoint me. However, we do have a new student, class this is...." Mr. Townsen held a small slip of paper in his hands and struggled over the name. 

There was a small boy with dark black hair and brilliant blue eyes standing next to him. He looked thin and almost frail. But his face held a certain strength to it. He was dressed in mostly black except for a few blue patterns across his shirt. He wore a long jacket that was tight on his chest but then flared out so it was long on the back and sides. It reminded Steve a lot of Neo's coat in The Matrix.

" I'm sorry, how do you pronounce your name?" Mr. Townsen asked the boy. The boy turned and looked at Mr. Townsen. His ice blue eyes gave him a very intense gaze.

"Just call me... Stoph," the boy said with a small smile on his face.

"Stoph... well, welcome to the class. Have a seat," Mr. Townsen pointed to an empty seat next to Steve.

He soon began with a long list of rules and class guidelines. Everyone slowly began to zone out and Steve saw a couple of people pull out their phones and begin to text or play games. Some began talking to each other or pass notes. He turned in his seat so he was facing Stoph. 

"Hey, I'm Steve," he addressed the smaller boy.

"Stoph... as you heard," he spoke with what Steve thought sounded like an old English accent.

"Nice to meet you. So, where you from?" Steve asked, wanting to know more about the boy.

"Hell... ummm... Hell, Michigan. Weird name for a town, a I know," Stoph answered.

"Ah man, that's so cool. Awesome name for a place. So why did you move to boring ole Sunnyslope, Washington. Now that's a shitty name for a town if you ask me," Steve laughed.

"Work. My... uh... Dad's work," Stoph said.

"Ah I see. What's he do?" Steve asked. He thought he saw Stoph wince. 'Am I being too nosy?' he thought to himself.

"Uh he's a... lawyer. His firm closed down and he got a good job offer here... so... here I am," Stoph seemed to be fumbling with his replies.

"Cool. My dad used to be a warehouse worker. But after I came out a couple of years ago people started giving him shit at work. So instead of putting up with it, he left and started his own business," Steve said, searching Stoph's face for any hint of anger or disgust. He saw none on the boys smooth face.

"Your gay, huh? Me too. Not a lot of people know though. Its not that I haven't come out, its just that there was never really anyone to tell. If that makes sense," Stoph added. 

"Yeah... I know what you mean. So 'Stoph', huh... no offense, but that's a really weird name," Steve laughed.

"Yeah, its a nickname. That's what I've always been called," Stoph replied.

"Cool," Steve said. 

They continued to talk for most of that class and the class after. Steve had found out that Stoph loved music. And reading older books. He played guitar and a few other instruments. And he was usually home alone since his dad always worked late and his mother had died when he was born. 

Steve loved the gaze that Stoph would give people. Not like he was glaring at them or staring. Just the way he looked at people. Almost never blinking and his eyes always wide open. Steve knew he was feeling something for the younger guy and was hoping stoph felt the same way.

On his way to lunch, he stopped in the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror, before sitting at his usual table with Francis.

"Hey," Francis said as Steve sat down.

"Hey. So you seen the new guy?" Steve asked. It was rare they got a new student in Sunnyslope so he knew if Francis had seen him he would know him.

"Yeah that weird goth guy? He's freaky," Francis said over a bite of his sandwich.

"Really? He's kind of cute," Steve said staring off into space thinking of Stoph's ice blue eyes.

"Ooooh... no. Not again. Remember, you made me promise I wouldn't let you get into another relationship with a straight guy. Not after Peter," Francis said, poking Steve in the chest hoping the pain would refresh his memory.

"Ouch! And I know. Stoph isn't straight though, so ha... I win," Steve smirked, rubbing the spot on his chest Francis had jabbed with his finger.

"Stoph? His name is Stoph? That only proves my theory the guy is fuckin' weird, Ven." Francis used the nickname Steve had gotten in the first grade when Francis couldn't pronounce the STE of his name.

"It's a nickname. Jeez, you can't blame the guy for having a weird name," Steve rolled his eyes and took a bite of his pizza.

"Ugh, fine just don't come crying to me when he sucks the soul out of your body or something," Francis said taking another bite of sandwich. Steve laughed at the clump of tuna on Francis' lip. 

"Dude... you're a pig," Steve said and threw a chip at him. They were about to get into a full on food fight when a small but firm voice interrupted.

"Mind if I join you?" Stoph said from behind them. Steve turned suddenly on the bench, face lighting up seeing the smaller boy.

"Hey! Sure Stoph, here," Steve scooted closer towards Francis to make room for Stoph to his left.

"Thanks," Stoph said before sitting down and looking over at Francis.

"Speak of the devil," Francis muttered in Steve's ear before receiving a hard elbow to the ribs. He let out a satisfying 'oof' before he quickly recovered.

"Hey. You're in my English Lit class right?" Stoph asked Francis.

"Yeah. Francis," Francis introduced himself after catching Steve's threatening glare.

"Stoph," he replied with a nod of his head.

"Yeah Ven's been talking bout you," Francis smiled at the blushed look that came across Steve's face.

"'Ven' huh?" Stoph looked at Steve who was quickly turning red.

"Yeah what makes you think you're the only one with a nickname," Steve smiled. And was overjoyed when Stoph smiled back at him before taking a bite of his pizza. Steve caught a slight twitch of Stoph's eye and his grimace before swallowing the food. 

"Cafeteria food isn't the best. I seem to be the only one who likes it," Steve laughed.

"Yeah, but you would eat a bike chain if it got too close... so that's not saying much," Francis smiled, and Steve shoved him enough to drop his bag of chips.

"Aw," Francis said, mourning over the loss of his snack. Steve rolled his eyes and turned towards Stoph.

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It was about a week after they met that Steve decided he would finally make a move. It always seemed to him like Stoph was flirting with him. It was the end of the day when Steve finally found him. Stoph was in the halls setting up his locker with his books, schedule, and everything else he would need for the rest of the year. The school was almost empty, everyone eager to get home.

"Hey Stoph," Steve smiled and walked toward the boy.

"Hey," Stoph returned the smile. Steve noticed his smile never really reached his eyes. Like he always had the icy gaze that not even his smile could touch.

"So I was thinking, if you wanted to we could hang out or something. My place or yours... I don't care. I mean if you want to. We don't have to. Or we don't even have to go home yet. There's a park nearby or we could go get something to eat. And I'm babbling. I'm going to shut up now," Steve laughed and rubbed the back of his neck looking down at his shoes. He hadn't asked someone out since peter.

"I would love to. I don't care where we go. My Dad won't be home til early in the morning most likely." Stoph smiled as he pushed the last book onto the top shelf of his locker.

"Cool that works. Lets go to your place then," Steve replied.

"Here's my address. I need to run around for a bit. So come by at like 5 or so. Alright?" Stoph asked handing him a piece of paper he had just written down his address on.

"Sure. See you later," Steve said and took off towards home. Where he showered and changed just to make sure if anything did happen he was nice and squeaky clean.

Steve pulled up at Stoph's in his dad's car. He found out that it was only a couple of minutes away from his own house. He parked and walked up the driveway to the front door. He knocked and waited a moment before the door opened and Stoph stood In the doorway.

He was wearing different clothes than earlier that day and his hair looked like it was almost dry. He had on a short sleeve black shirt, which showed tattoos on his arms, and tight black jeans. His hair was brushed down his forehead reaching almost past his eyebrows. His eyes the icy blue Steve had grown to love.

"Hey, come on in," he turned around and headed up the stairs. Steve stepped in and shut the door behind him. He took a quick look around. The living room off to his right and a dining room to his left which attached to a small kitchen. All furnished with modern appliances and furniture. However he saw no personal touches. 

No pictures or paintings. No items lying around the house. The furniture looked like it was almost never used. 

He walked up the steps to the second floor where there was a long hallway. With two doors on the right, two on the left, and one at the end of the hall. The one at the end of the hall was open and music drifted out of it. Steve walked towards that one and found Stoph sitting at a computer. 

Stoph turned and smiled at him. "Hey sit down," he nodded towards the bed and Steve had a seat. They spent the next hour or so talking about everything from their teachers to movies until they reached the subject of music. 

"So what is this?" Steve asked.

"Its the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. They mix rock music with classical. Christmas music too. That's what they're famous for. But this is my favorite," Stoph explained.

"Cool. So you're really alone here most of the time?" Steve asked flipping through a stack of CDs, which were on the bed when he came in.

"Yeah, my dad works late so its just me," Stoph answered, throwing his arms up and looking down at himself.

"That's kind of cool I guess. Always have your privacy right?" Steve asked.

"Yeah... I like it."

"Hey, I wanna apologize for the nervousness earlier when I asked you if you wanted to hang out," Steve laughed

"Its fine, I thought it was cute," Stoph smiled.

"Yeah, well, I haven't really asked anyone out since my last boyfriend. Peter," Steve got a sad look in his eyes.

"Uh-oh. I sense a story here," Stoph got up and sat down on the bed next to Steven. 

"Not much of a story if you ask me. I was happy with him. I thought I loved him. I thought we were gonna be forever you know? Well, he had other ideas and thought I would be cool with him seeing other guys. I caught him cheating on me. And instead of apologizing or anything, all he did was invite me to join them." Steve glared at a spot on the floor until Stoph thought he was gonna burn a hole in his carpet.

"Ouch," Stoph winced.

"Yeah. Well, he was an asshole... so forget him," Steve smiled and looked up at Stoph.

"I've only been with one guy, too. We never really went any farther than kissing though. His name was Faust," Stoph said, although there was no remorse in his eyes as Steve expected. Instead there was almost a humorous twinkle.

"You Michigan boys have some weird ass names," Steve laughed. Stoph smiled. 

"Yeah well, my Dad and his dad never really got along so I swear they didn't do it on purpose," Stoph laughed.

"If you don't mind me asking... what happened to you two?" Steve asked.

"He had to leave. He made a deal with someone and when they finished their part of the deal he had to hold up his end," Stoph said.

"That sucks," Steve said simply. Suddenly entranced by Stophs soft looking lips.

"Yeah. But now I have you, so I won't be so alone anymore will I?" Stoph said and turned to face Steve.

"Yeah," Steve mumbled as he got closer to Stoph. Their lips met and Steve gasped with the electricity between them. He licked softly at Stoph's lower lip, and with a moan the boy opened to allow Steve's tongue entry.

Steve pushed him back on the bed and began exploring Stoph's mouth with his tongue. He put his hands on the smaller boys hips and Stoph wrapped his tattoo clad arms around Steve's' waist and pulled him closer. Steve covered the smaller body with his own and felt his hard-on rub against Stoph's thigh.

He nudged his leg between Stoph's and felt his hard on. He felt smaller than Steve but still average sized. Stoph moaned into Steve's mouth and ran his hand up Steve's back into his hair where he got a grip in his head and pulled him harder into his mouth. After awhile they finally pulled apart to breath.

"Holy hell," Steve sighed as Stoph nuzzled his neck. Stoph giggled quietly.

"What?" Steve asked confused.

"Nothing. You're a good kisser," Stoph replied shyly. That was the first time Steve didn't see the cool confident gaze in place.

"You too," Steve smiled and leaned in for another kiss.

"So... you've never... you know..." Steve trailed off hoping Stoph would understand what he was getting at.

"Slept with anyone? No," Stoph said blushing.

"Pete and I did. A couple of times but it was never very satisfying to be honest," Steve smiled. Stoph smiled back. But then a dark shadow came over his face. He sat up suddenly and forced Steve off him. Steve looked at him confused. But all Stoph did was fix his hair and straighten out his shirt before standing.

"What's wrong? Did I upset you? I didn't mean to. I'm sorry," Steve said, hoping Stoph would sit down on the bed again.

"Its not you. Its me. You don't know me. And you shouldn't know me. I'm... just not a nice guy," Stoph confessed and looked down. Steve stood and put his hands on Stoph's cheeks.

"Don't give me that bullshit 'its not you its me' line. Maybe I don't know you... but I want to. What I've seen so far is that you're a nice guy. Just give me a chance, please," Steve nearly got on his knees and begged. He would have if that was what his boy wanted. 'My boy?' he thought to himself. 'When did he become my boy? Hmm... I like it,' he thought before almost shaking his head to bring himself back to what was going on.

"You don't want me. There are parts about me that I would never be able to tell you. Secrets that I could never share. You don't want that," Stoph said with a sad look in his eyes.

"Would you ever cheat on me?" Steve asked calmly.

"What? No, never," Stoph looked at him like he was crazy.

"Then I don't care. I like you a lot, Stoph. And I've been getting the vibe that you like me too. Is that right?" Steve asked him. Stoph said nothing, only nodded his head mutely.

"Then lets go for it. We can at least try can't we?" Steve asked looking down into the pools of ice cold water, and at Stoph's light pink lips that were a little swollen from their kisses.

"I- I don't know. I need to think about it," Stoph said and looked down at the floor again

Steve sighed heavily. He was impatient and he wanted his boy now. But if time was what he wanted then he would give him all the time in the world.

"OK. Just let me know when you decide, mkay? I'll be waiting," Steve added before he picked up his jacket and left the house, leaving Stoph deeply worried and confused alone in his room.

A New Kind of Love Ch. 02



By the time that Lucy had emerged from her room, Jack had already packed most of her possessions. He found it almost therapeutic as it took his mind off his sister. 

He was resting in the sitting room when she came downstairs. Without saying a word she walked into the room and sat down on the couch opposite Jack. For a while there was a awkward silence. The two kept glancing at the other then resuming looking at some inanimate object in the room with much fascination.

"Jack, I'm so-" 

"Don't worry, it's ok." Jack said, interrupting her. "I've basically finished packing your things that you had in the utility room, I just need the stuff from your room." Lucy looked up and they made eye contact. Looking at her red eyes Jack realised how much he had upset his sister. He sighed and got up, he walked over to the couch where she was sitting and sat down beside her. "Lucy, I know you can't help the way you feel and although I'm confused about how you can feel this way I want you to know I don't want this to mess up our relationship. I love you Lucy and I will always be here for you, but that love can only go as far as brother and sister, I don't think that it could go any further."

Jack knew that he himself was lying about how he felt, he just didn't think it was the right thing to do, let alone the legal thing to do. If it was ever found out that a Police Officer, a person who is meant to enforce the law, was breaking it by committing incest it would be the end of his career. He looked at his sister who was trying to hide her tears.

"Come on, we need to get the clothes from your room." He stood up and offered his hand. Lucy reluctantly took it, lightly sobbing and followed Jack up to the bedroom. When they got upstairs they proceeded to sort the clothes out in silence, Jack guessed that this phase that his sister was going through was a result of the break up between her and James. She had, after all, loved him dearly. After the divorce had gone through, Jack planned to try and get Lucy to go out and meet more people, right now though it looked like the prospect of her going anywhere alone was slim.

An hour later they had finished putting the clothes in piles and had retrieved several bags from downstairs to put them in. They both went downstairs and Jack put on a pot of coffee and they soon each had a steaming mug of it in front of them.

"Thank you for this Jack." Lucy said, breaking the silence at last. Jack shook his head.

"It's fine, I just want to look after you and help you get through this. You can live with me as long as you wish, it's not like I'm bringing women home every night so you won't be disturbed." For the past five to ten years, Lucy, and their parents before they died, had been trying to persuade Jack to go out and meet girls, it was the shyness he had inherited from his father that had prevented him from doing so. 

Lucy sighed.

"Jack, you need to go out and meet someone, you're twenty eight years old and you haven't got a girl friend. I don't mind if you bring women home while I'm over, it's none of my business." Jack shook his head and took a large gulp of his coffee.

"I'm fine Lucy. I've got to busy a life to get married, my job -"

"You said that now you're back onto normal patrol that you're ready to find a lady to settle down with."

"Lucy!" Jack said, raising his voice. "Just...Just forget it, come on, lets get this stuff into the car." They washed up the mugs and put them away, then moved all the bags into the car. When all the clothes were packed they both stood in the sitting room. "Now, are you sure that's everything? No books or anything you want to take."

"Oh yeah, I have a couple of books, and my laptop." Jack watched as she disappeared up the staircase to retrieve these items. As she did, he went around the house turning off the lights and locking the doors. By the time he had checked the whole house, Lucy had packed the rest of her things into her car. 

"I'll lead." Jack said. They each got into their own car, Jack led the way to his house closely followed by Lucy.

Once they got to his house Jack parked on the street and let Lucy use the driveway. When she had stopped the engine she got out and went to the boot with Jack. One by one they took in a bag of clothes each, there were only about eight so they were done reasonably quickly. When Jack had purchased his house he chose a house with multiple rooms purposely so he could rent some out, he had never got around to sending a request for an advert in the paper therefore leaving him with two spare bedrooms fully furnished. As Lucy chose a room and unpacked her clothes, Jack went into the kitchen and washed up the pile of dirty plates before she got a chance to comment on them.

After he had finished he went upstairs to her room. He smiled as he stood in the doorway of the room.

"This looks exactly like your room when we lived in mum and dads house." Lucy jumped, not knowing he was there, she then nodded.

"Yeah, I know..." She stopped, another silence, this time they both knew what each other were thinking about. "God, I miss them." Jack walked over and hugged her, this time both of them had tears falling down their cheeks.

"Me too...Me too." 

The parents had died in a car accident on the Marsh Mills roundabout just outside of Plymouth. By that point both Lucy and Jack had moved out of their parents house but were still very close to them emotionally. It came as a shock to both of them, Jack had to deliver the news to Lucy - She had been away with some friends in France. 

"I don't know how I would have gone on with out you Lucy. I had only just left home when that happened and I suddenly had no one to support me. But then when I was able to move in with you, I will never forget how you helped me then." Jack ran his hand up down her back, listening to her sobs.

"It's kind of the other way round now huh?" She replied between sobs. Jack smiled to himself.

"Yeah I suppose." It had occurred to Jack that it was tragedy that had brought them together on many occasions, even before their parents death they had always supported each other through different troubles.

They broke the hug and smiled at each other. Jack raised his hand to her cheek and kissed her on the forehead. "Everything's going to be fine sis. You'll be over him soon enough and back to your old self." Lucy nodded.

"Yeah...Look, I'm a bit tired, do you mind if I get some sleep." Jack shook his head.

"No problem." They smiled and Lucy kissed Jack on the cheek, Jack noted that the kiss was near to his lips and sighed. "Lucy..."

"I'm sorry Jack, I can't help how I feel." Jack sighed once again.

"You need to stop this, I don't know if this is just a weird thing you're going through or what?" When she didn't reply he continued. "Look, I can only see one way that you're going to stop this kissing thing." Jack breathed out slowly, feeling slightly excited about what was to come. Slowly he leaned in and kissed Lucy on the lips, the reaction was automatic. He felt her push back against his lips, when he felt her tongue at his lips he reluctantly opened his mouth and felt it stroke against his. He realised his hands had moved and we interlinked with hers as they kissed.

Eventually they stopped, not because they wanted to - more so because they needed to breathe. Jack still had his eyes closed as he inhaled deeply, when he opened them the smiling face of his sister was there in front of him. At that point something had changed. The feeling inside of him that had previously worried him had come back and it was stronger, it wasn't guilt, it wasn't the thought of what they had just done was wrong...It was love. Neither of them said anything, they didn't have to, they both knew that their relationship had changed dramatically. 

Silently Jack left the room, slowly shutting the door behind him. He immediately went to his bedroom, there he shut his door and lay on his bed. Thousands of questions plagued his mind, he had a serious moral dilemma on his hands. He was in love with his sister. It was pretty obvious that by the way she had been behaving around him that she also was in love with him, did that make it right? As he closed his eyes Jack could still feel the touch of her lips on his own, he could feel her warm breath tickle his neck as they broke the kiss, he could see her beautiful face smiling back at him. Slowly he drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Lucy in his head. Surely, a love as strong as this between a brother and sister couldn't be right. Could it?

When he awoke, Jack sat up and yawned. Standing up, he opened the door, from his room he could see into Lucy's. Her door was open and he could see her sitting on her bed reading a book. Jack leaned against his doorframe as he watched his sister's beautiful face scan page after page of the book, completely unaware of him.

A few minutes later she put the book down on the side, looking up she smiled at Jack.

"Hey, have a good sleep?" She asked.

"Yeah, how about you?" He replied, still standing in the doorway.

"Mmm, it was very nice...I dreamt about you." Jack gulped and went red. "Oh, well..." He drifted off, not really knowing what to say.

"Jack, can I ask you a question?" She asked, now at her door. Jack nodded. "That...That kiss earlier. Did you like it?" Jack looked away and slightly nodded, he was annoyed at how, now, even at the age of twenty eight he could still be so shy.

"Y-Yes, I did Lucy." he replied, turning back to face her. Her face turned to a look of relief, she slowly walked over and put her arms around him to hug him. Jack done the same, holding her close to him.

"I'm so glad that you did Jack, I was hoping you liked it." She kissed him on the cheek and he kissed her back. 

They let go of each other and went downstairs. "What's the time?" She asked. Jack pulled out his mobile phone. 

"Jeez it's quarter to seven! Want some dinner?" She nodded and they both walked into the kitchen. Jack opened the fridge and saw the other plate of spaghetti bolognaise, he took it out and put it on the side. "You can have that, I'll have a sandwich." Jack turned to Lucy who shook her head.

"No, let me cook something. It's the least I can do." Jack placed the plate back in the fridge and turned back to Lucy.

"You sure? I can cook something instead." She shook her head and walked up to him, lovingly looking into his eyes.

"I want to Jack." As she spoke she put one hand on his chest and let it run down to his stomach before removing it. She smiled and moved to the fridge. Again that warm feeling arose inside Jack, he moved aside and sat at the table as Lucy prepared the meal.

"So, what are we having?"

"Well, it's too late for a Sunday roast so how about steak and chips?" Jack nodded in agreement. If spaghetti bolognaise hadn't have existed then steak and chips would have been his favourite.

"Sounds good. Want a glass of wine?" He asked.

"Hmm, yes please, that would be nice." Jack walked towards the door.

"Wait here then I have a bottle in the car." Five minutes later he returned, bottle in hand. He got out two glasses and poured a fair amount into each of them and offered one to Lucy.

"Thank you." Lucy replied as she took the glass from him. Jack returned to his seating position, sipping his wine and watching his sister as she cut the potatoes.

Since the age of thirteen she had wanted to be a Police Officer, just like their dad. This had sent her into a dieting and exercise rampage, she joined up to every extra curriculum activity she could and trained vigorously at the gym when she had reached the correct age to be permitted entrance.. Without starving herself, she had kept a fine figure to the age of thirty two, her job had certainly kept her fit as well - she refused to patrol in the car unless absolutely necessary and so spent her days patrolling the streets of Truro. Apparently her passion to join the Police Force had rubbed onto Jack, for he too began to work out as soon as he reached sixteen and joined the Force on his completion of University.

After his second glass of wine Jack was starting to feel the effects, he had always been more of a beer person and couldn't hold more that two glasses. He poured himself and Lucy another none the less, thinking that the food would soak it up. As they started to eat, there was silence. Jack decided it would be best if he broke the silence.

"Mmm, this is very nice." He said while he cut off another piece of steak.

"Thank you, I haven't cooked steak for a while." She smiled at him, making eye contact. Jack almost melted inside. He was pretty sure that it was the wine which was making the feelings he had towards his sister increase. He shuffled about in his chair and looked back down at his plate deciding that silence maybe was a better option.

When they had finished Lucy took the plates to the sink. Feeling more sober Jack got up and stood behind her.

"I'll wash up." He offered, looking down at the sink. Lucy jumped as she turned around, she had no idea that he had been behind her. For a minute they stood there looking into each others eyes. Lucy took a step closer to Jack Moving her face up she gently kissed him. Jack did not push her away, he realised this is what he wanted. He let his hands instinctively fall to her hips as he felt her arms around his neck. Their tongues met and explored the others mouth. No longer did this feel wrong to him, it felt so good, how could it be anything but right. When they stopped kissing he didn't remove his hands from, he was relieved when he didn't feel Lucy remove hers from around his neck. He leaned in and kissed her again, only for a brief second. He was amazed at how good it felt. Lucy smiled and released her grip from around his neck, following suit Jack released her and let her walk out of the room.

As he washed up his mind couldn't help but flicker back to the kiss. He smiled as he remembered the look on her face, the twinkle in her eyes, the softness of her skin against his hand.

"I think that plate's clean." Jack jumped as he heard Lucy's voice. He looked down at the plate then back up at her. "You've been washing it for about five minutes now, I think it's clean." He felt his face go red as he put it onto the rack to dry and picked up another plate to wash. 

"Oh, thanks, I must have been distracted..." Jack said as he washed the next plate in a matter of seconds.

"Come on, lets watch TV." Lucy said as Jack finished washing the baking tray. He put his hand into the sink and pulled out the plug. Putting in on the side he followed her into the sitting room. Jack sat down on the sofa, Lucy sat down next to him, she kissed him on the cheek and he put his arm around her, pulling her closer. As he flicked through the channels looking for something to watch, Jacks thoughts once again drifted to thoughts of his sister, whose head was resting right on top of his penis. He decided it was best to think about something else, in case he started to get too excited.

"Nine hundred channels and nothing to watch!" Jack said, genuinely annoyed "It's a wonder why they even have half of these channels, they're full of crap." Lucy giggled.

"Why'd you get it then?" Jack shrugged and pointlessly started flicking through the channels again. Eventually they decided on a film 'The Transporter' an action film.

The film was ok and they both enjoyed it. When it ended Jack stood up and stretched.

"I'm off to bed." As he walked out the room Lucy looked up at him.

"No goodnight kiss?" Jack hesitated. He then relaxed and made his way back over to Lucy who had stood up. He let his hands find her hips as she put her arms around his neck. They looked into each others eyes as they leaned in and kissed lightly. As they broke, Lucy leaned back in, closing her eyes and kissing him more passionately. Jack allowed his hands to wonder around to her bottom, he was surprised when Lucy pushed her body into him and kissed him on the neck. He pulled away and looked at the floor.

"I-I'm sorry Lucy..."

"What's wrong? I got the impression from the kiss earlier that this what you wanted...What we both wanted." Jack sighed and looked up.

"It is...Just, I just want to take it slowly ok. I want you to be sure of this. I don't want you waking up in the morning thinking 'What the hell have I done?"

"I won't!" She protested. Leaning up she kissed him again on the lips. "Jack, I love you. I don't want to rush you into this, I just want you to know I'm here for you when you're ready." Jack nodded and held her in his arms.

"I'm tired." He said, "Lets go to bed, we've got work in the morning." Jack turned off the television which was running through the last credits of the movie. Walking around the house he turned all the lights off and locked the doors.

Once upstairs they said goodnight to each other. Jack closed his door, got undressed and climbed into bed. He hadn't been lying, he was shattered, soon enough things started to become a blur as the days events set in on him, he let himself slip into a deep sleep.



A New Kind of Love Ch. 02



Can a demon love? Was love the feeling that he was feeling for Steven? If this is what people have always been talking about he could understand their need for it. It was wonderful. The feel of Steve's hard body against his. The strength behind the gentle exterior. The weight of his chest on his as they kissed passionately. The feel of his rough hands on his hips. Greater than any feeling he had ever felt before. But COULD he feel them? Who had ever heard of a demon falling in love?

Demons were supposed to be cold and ruthless. Not submissive and vulnerable. And he was Mephistopheles, damn it! He was the big bad! The Grim Reaper, the Demon Lord of fear! What would Lucifer have to say about it. He was one of his Demon Lords. Would he really punish him? He had done nothing wrong... yet.

'Lust is a sin, isn't it?' he reminded himself. 'And Lucifer loves sins!' he thought hopefully.

'This is not lust this is love,' his brain screamed at him.

Should he tell him at all? 'Its not wise to keep secrets from one so powerful as Lucifer,' Stoph thought of this as he sat alone in his room, minutes after Steve had left.

'Its decided,' he thought to himself. ' I'll tell Lucifer the truth.' He tried to empower as much bravery as he could into himself. Even the Demon Lord of fear feels it every now and then. Especially when it comes to Lucifer. Who would not fear him?

'Tell me the truth about what?' A man, who appeared to be in his late twenties, appeared sitting on Mephistopheles bed. Stoph jumped and almost let out a shriek at the figure. He looked completely normal other than the eyes. Which were completely black. It made it impossible to tell where he was looking.

"Lucifer!" Stoph bowed low until the devil himself grunted in approval. He rose and gazed uncomfortably into his dark colorless eyes. It was then for the first time he noticed light didn't even reflect off of them. They were only black.

"Tell me what, Mephistopheles?" Lucifer stated calmly, eyes never shifting. As far as Stoph could tell.

'Uh. Just that a... uh... problem... has... occurred," Stoph chose his words as carefully as he could. He knew Lucifer had as large temper as one would expect.

"A problem? You have never had a... 'problem' before, Mephistopheles," Lucifer's brow twitched and his mouth, which until then was a perfectly straight line, bowed a little into a frown.

"Yes, Sir. I mean, no, I haven't sir... but yes, there's a problem now."

"Stop your babbling, my patience is thinning, Mephistopheles," Lucifer's anger began to flare.

"Yes I'm sorry. Its just that. There's a... a child," Stoph hesitated. Wondering if it was too late to drop the subject.

"A child poses a problem to my Demon Lord Mephistopheles?" Lucifer asked in wonder. And what Stoph believed to be shock. "What problem could a child possibly hold?" Lucifer's wonder and shock turned to confusion. His brow furrowed over the pitch black eyes.

"A matter of... of... love, Sir..." Stoph waited to be obliterated where he stood. Perhaps sent to one of his companion Demon Lords circle of hell? But nothing came. He finally opened his eyes and saw Lucifer staring at him with a blank expression on his face.

"Love?" Lucifer said quietly.

"Yes," Stoph repeated just as quietly. "I believe so." 

"Who's' love?"Lucifer asked confused.

Mephistopheles stood silently. Afraid of what would come if he answered Satan's query.

"Mephistopheles," the Prince of Demons voice began to rise. "You know as well as any that a Demon such as yourself is not capable of... love," he spat the last word like it was a filthy swear on his tongue.

"That's what I believed as well, until last week. I met him at the high school. You told me to go to the school because the teenagers are weak and don't know what they want yet. And may be foolish enough to make a deal with you," Mephistopheles babbled.

"I KNOW WHAT I SAID!" Lucifer shouted. His eyes, if possible, turned a deeper black. His skin paled, his teeth turned sharp, and his lips turned red as if stained by blood. Mephistopheles jumped at the sudden outrage. Lucifer quickly calmed down and motioned for Stoph to continue with what he was saying.

"We met and he has been so... nice. And he says he wants... a... a... relationship with me. And of course normally I would refuse but with this one, he's... he's different. I... I wish to have a relationship with him," Mephistopheles finished, nearly shaking so hard he thought Lucifer would be able to see his fear. No doubt he probably could anyways.

Lucifer's head snapped up from staring at the place on the floor. The same place Steve had stared, Stoph noticed.

"You wish to have a relationship with a mortal boy? You, a demon, a Demon Lord. One of my generals from the seven circles of hell wishes to have a relationship? With an innocent human child..." Lucifer stated it as though it was the most complicated thing in the world. Mephistopheles wouldn't be surprised if it was.

"He does not know what you are I'm assuming," Lucifer crossed his left leg over his right.

"Of course not, My Lord. I would not be so insane as to go against your laws," Mephistopheles cringed at the thoughts of what the punishment would be for that.

"Good," Lucifer said. Stoph thought he saw a thoughtful look in his black soulless eyes.

"I'll make you a deal, Mephistopheles," Lucifer said, raising his dead gaze to meet Stoph's icy one.

"A... a deal?" Mephistopheles asked. He knew how dangerous Lucifer's deals could be. He almost always got what he wanted. The trouble was Stoph didn't know what he wanted.

"Yes, you tell this human boy. This..." Lucifer made gestures with his right hand waiting for a name.

"Steven," Mephistopheles gave him the boy's name.

"Yes... this... Steven. You tell him what you are, what your job is, and what you're here for. And, if he still wants to be with you, I will allow it," Lucifer stated. Mephistopheles nearly exploded with joy. Not yet completely comprehending what Lucifer was telling him. Nor hearing the rest of what he was saying.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" Stoph gasped as he knelt on the floor and began bowing to his boss. 

"I'm not done yet Mephistopheles!" Lucifer raised his voice. Stoph immediately stopped and listened.

"But, if he rejects you. In any way shape or form. Then the human will be sent to the worst punishment I can think of," Lucifer finished. Mephistopheles hesitated. Was it worth it? What if Steven did reject him? He would be... Stoph didn't even want to think of what could happen to him. He had no desire to see how sick Lucifer's imagination could get.

"Oh and one more thing. Of course you can't tell him about this deal of ours. He must decide for himself with no influences from you," Lucifer said. Mephistopheles thought about his choices. 

"I want an answer now Mephistopheles," Lucifer said impatiently. Stoph gazed up at him from the floor where he still sat. 

"I accept your deal," he said. Still wondering what he had just done.

"Fantastic. You tell him by next week or I send your boy to his own personal hell," Lucifer said. 

"Bu-" Mephistopheles started but was cut short, the Devil disappearing as quickly as he had come. 'What have I done?' Mephistopheles asked himself. It was not his place to decide whether or not Steve went to Heaven or Hell. The worst part of hell, nonetheless. 'I hope I've made the right choice,' he thought to himself, gazing out at the moon.



A New Kind of Love Ch. 03



The loud beeping of his alarm clock woke Jack, 'Jeez I need to get a new alarm' he thought to himself as his hand reached over and clicked the button, stopping the irritating noise. Throwing back the covers he swung his legs around so he was sitting at the end of his bed. He blinked as he got his eyes to focus, looking in the general direction of his clock. 6:15. Jack groaned, his shift started at eight o clock, he had purposely set the alarm fifteen minutes late thinking that that extra sleeping time would mean that he wouldn't be as tired as normal. He had been wrong. Jack contemplated going back to sleep for another fifteen but decided against it. He stretched as he got up, hearing and feeling bones click as he did so. He grabbed a towel and made his way to the bathroom, knowing he'd feel more awake once he had had a shower.

Twenty minutes later he got out of the shower, feeling no more awake than he previously had. Once dressed he walked downstairs hoping that a large mug of coffee would do the job of making him perkier. As the kettle boiled Jack put a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster and got out a plate, a knife and the marmite. 

A tap on the shoulder made him jump. Jack turned around and smiled when he saw Lucy. He kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Hey Sis, you want coffee?" He felt her lips against his cheek as she kissed him back. She walked over to the table and tucked in her blue shirt.

"Yes please. It's the only thing that would get me in the mood for work." Jack chuckled and poured out a mug of coffee for them both, walking over to the table to give one to her. A few minutes later his toast was done and Jack sat at the table spreading butter then marmite onto it. "I don't know how you can eat that." Jack shrugged.

"Like this." He said before taking a bite, chewing and swallowing a lump of the toast. "You either love it or hate it Luce." Jack laughed as she shook her head.

"I'd better be going." Jack looked up at the clock and frowned.

"It's only just coming up to ten to seven."

"Yep, but I work in Truro, remember?!" Jack nodded.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. So, what time do you think you'll be back tonight?" Lucy fiddled with a loose thread at the pocket of her shirt.

"Er...I don't know, seven, perhaps a little later." He nodded and yawned, the coffee hadn't worked either.

"Alright." He stood up and walked over to her, kissing her deeply on the lips with his hands on her waist. Lucy broke the kiss with a smile and a chuckle.

"I'm going to be late!" Jack kissed her one more time on the lips.

"Ok, well, have a good day sweetie."

Jack sat back in his chair as he heard the front door close. His thoughts drifted back to his and Lucy's budding relationship. He was no longer bothered about the moral side of it, it was love, they loved each other, why should that be stopped? The only thing bugging Jack was the fact about them being Police Officers, he couldn't see how it could, but, if this leaked out, it would be the end of his career, not counting the time in jail as well. He would do anything for his sister, but twenty five years in jail would be enough to end their relationship anyway. Jack put these worries aside and cleaned up the cups and plate from breakfast. He then found his jacket, put on his shoes and headed out to the car, locking the door on the way out.

Jack was on patrol until one o clock, at which time he returned to the station to type up a report. When he got to his desk he found a post-it stuck to the phone. 'Jack, some guy called James came in, he wanted to speak to you. He wants you to call him, that's his number...' Jack looked at the post it, he saw it was indeed James' number. Reluctantly he picked up the phone and dialled.

"Hello?!" The voice on the other end said.

"Hey, is this James?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, who the hell is this?"

"This is Jack. I believe you wanted to talk to me."

"Oh...Right yeah. It's about Lucy, where the hell has all her stuff gone?"

"She's got all her stuff round mine, you two broke up remember?"

"...I want her back Jack. I miss her...I love her."

"James, you upset her pretty bad, you accused her of cheating and all along it was you. She's devastated."

"...Well...Could you ask her if she could call me?"

"Why can't you call her yourself? You're the one who fucked up James."

"Fine...Forget it." The line went dead. Jack sat there, the phone still in his hand. Eventually he put it down, sat back in his chair and grabbed the rough copy of the report he had to write out.

By the time he had gotten home, Jack had completely forgotten about the conversation with James. He looked at his watch, 6:45. He took his shoes off and walked into the kitchen, walking to the fridge he took a beer out, opened it and took a large gulp. Once he had finished he put the can in the bin and got out a piece of paper. 'Sorry Lucy, very tired - long day. Food in the fridge, feel free to cook yourself something, don't bother with me. Hope you had a good day, see you tomorrow morning. Love, Jack.' Jack placed the note on the table before heading upstairs. He took a quick shower and headed to bed.

Jack awoke suddenly as he felt a hand on his bare stomach.

"Jack...?"

"Lucy?"

"Shit, I didn't mean to wake you...Sorry." Jack turned over and saw his sister lying next to him. He reached under the covers and found her hand and squeezed it softly.

"It's ok...What time is it?" Lucy pulled the covers up a bit higher, covering her chin.

"Er, about half eight." Jack yawned.

"Ok, I'll be back in a second, I need the toilet." With that he threw back the covers. He sat in shock when he saw his sisters naked body in front of him, one tiny bit coved her left breast and chin and was held by her hand. Jack stayed there looking at his sisters beautiful figure, he was amazed at how fit she was. As he looked at his sister, Jack began to realise that his penis was reacting to the sight before him. He looked down and saw that it was making a tent out of his boxer shorts. He stood up. "I-I've got to pee." With that he made a quick exit to the bathroom, running inside, slamming the door and locking it. When he had finished at the toilet he stood there not knowing what to do. He had hoped that when he had peed that his erection may have decrease a little. It hadn't. Slowly, Jack opened the door, he walked to the door of his room and saw that Lucy was sat on the edge of the bed, evidently waiting for him. He contemplated backing away but she had already seen him. He went in and sat next to her.

"So...Er...How was your day?" Jack nearly kicked himself. He couldn't believe he had just said that, out of all the things he could have said, he said that!

"It was fine thanks..." Lucy replied, Jack caught a glimpse of her face and saw she was trying not to laugh. Jack looked down and realised his cock was still fully erect.

"Oh, well, that's good to hear." Jack watched as Lucy put a hand on his thigh, slowly stroking it. He held his breath as he felt her hand go higher, and higher.

"Jack..." She paused, he looked over to her and she looked back. "I want this so badly...But, I know you don't. I'm sorry." Jack leaned over and kissed her on the lips, moving closer to her, causing her arm to raise higher up his leg.

"Lucy. I don't know why we are feeling this way towards one another...I don't know how it's possible. But it's love none the less and we can't help that." Lucy smiled as he said this.

"You mean...You feel the same...?" Jack nervously nodded. Lucy kissed him on the lips. Slowly she moved her hand up to the slit in Jacks boxers. Jack's heart stopped as he felt her hand wrap around the base of his penis. After a minute he became more relaxed and accustomed to the touch. He kissed her back, more passionately, pushing her back onto the bed. As he did so, he felt his boxers being pushed down his legs and onto the floor. He and Lucy laid there kissing in the ecstasy of their love. Jack worked up the courage to explore his sisters body first using his hands, working them down her sides, carefully caressing her legs, then bringing them back up to her breasts. As he softly caressed her petite breasts Jack kissed her on the neck, then the collarbone.

"Mmm, Jack, this feels so good." Jack didn't reply, he continued to caress his sisters perfect form as he made his way down her body, kissing and touching every inch. As he reached her waist, Jack saw his sisters pussy. It was surrounded by little curls of hair, she had obviously shaven recently. Carefully he kissed around the out side of the sensitive area causing her to moan. Taking this as a good sign, he let his tongue slide down her lips, beneath him he felt her body shudder with pleasure. Jack smiled to himself as he licked again and again, carefully he parted the silky lips with his fingers, allowing his tongue to explore deeper inside of her feeling the muscles squeeze his tongue. As he allowed his tongue to explore his sisters pussy, he gently squeezed and fondled her clitoris. This had an immediate effect. Jack had to hold tightly to Lucy's leg with his remaining hand, her body thrashed and squirmed all over the bed causing him to nearly fall off. Soon Jack was using his tongue to clean up his sisters cum, when he had finished he moved back up the bed and kissed her deeply on the lips. 

"Oh God Jack, that was amazing!" Before Jack could give an answer she had kissed him back and was working her way down his body. It had been a while since Jack had been sexually active and he jumped as he once again felt the cold fingers of his sister around his erect penis. If that was a shock, he gasped as he felt the warm touch of Lucy's lips on the head of the penis. Jack laid back as he felt himself go deeper and deeper inside Lucy's throat, soon she was bobbing her head up and down on him and it was his turn to squirm in pleasure.

"Lucy, I'm going to -" Before he could finish the sentence Jack started to shoot his sperm down his sisters throat. He was amazed when he looked down and saw her swallow every bit. When he had finished he took his sister in his arms and kissed her passionately, he ignored the taste of his own cum as their tongues ventured into the others mouth. When they stopped Lucy rested her head on his chest. "Lucy...That felt so nice...I love you so much."

"I love you too Jack, I'm so happy that you feel comfortable with how we feel now." Jack smiled and ran his hand through his sisters hair. They laid there in silence, not needing to say anything, they knew how the other felt and that's all they cared about.

"Lucy...James called me today." Jack had just remembered the conversation, he hated to break the moment but thought he should tell Lucy in case she changed her mind. 

"And? What did he want?"

"You. It sounds like he wants to get back together with you." Lucy went quiet, Jack waited patiently.

"What do you think?" Jack knew exactly what he thought, these new found feelings had brought him and his sister together when they both needed someone.

"Well...To be honest it's up to you."

"I'm asking your opinion Jack." She replied, taking his hand in hers. "I want to know if you want me and him to get back together."

"Lucy, I just want you to be happy. That's all I've ever wanted." Lucy raised her head and kissed him gently on the lips.

"Well, in that case, you're putting up with me." Jack chuckled and felt a sense of relief inside as he kissed her back. "I love you Jack, I don't want anyone else...Just you." Jack kissed her again, more passionately.

"And I love you Lucy, you're all I need."

As they kissed in each others arms, Jack felt his penis hardening once again and pressing up against his sisters leg. They stopped kissing and looked into each others eyes.

"Jack...I'm ready, I want to do this. I want you to make love to me." Jack put his hand to her cheek and gently kissed her on the lips. Slowly he pushed her back, laying her down on the bed. Pulling the covers up over them, Jack looked down and saw that she had spread her legs. He aligned his penis up with her pussy. As he carefully pushed the head in, both of their breathing rates increased, slowly he inched further in until only the base was left. Leaning down they kissed passionately.

"Gently..." Lucy whispered in his ear. Jack slowly reversed his previous movement until only the head was still inside, then he proceeded to thrust long and slow inside of her. Jack heard her moan and felt her legs slowly clasp around his, as he continued to thrust they looked into each others eyes and kissed softly. When he had previously had sex, Jack had always been fast - that's what the woman had wanted - it had only been a cheap fuck, this was different, they were making love.

Soon both of them were breathing hard. Jack decided to increase the pace a little, being careful not to hurt his sister.

"Oh, that's it Jack!" He felt his sisters hands on his shoulders, her nails slightly digging into his skin. As he got faster he noticed that Lucy was starting to meet his thrusts with her own. He couldn't believe how good it felt. Just before her orgasm, Jack felt her clench him with her vaginal muscles and her legs tightened around his buttocks, soon he felt her warm juices run down the sides of his penis. As she arched her back at the end of her orgasm, Jack started his. He stopped thrusting as he felt himself shoot into her. When he had stopped they lay there. Jack rolled over, letting Lucy lay atop of him, his penis still inside of her but softening. For a minute they lay there catching their breath.

"Lucy...That felt so good, I love you so much." He looked up into her loving eyes as they kissed.

"Oh Jack, I love you so much as well. That was so nice, I have never been so happy." Slowly she raised herself up, allowing his penis and their juices to run over Jacks body. They lay next to each other for a moment. "I think we should shower." 

"I agree." Jack replied. They both got out of bed and walked into the bathroom hand in hand. 

Once in the bathroom Jack opened the shower door, turned it on then jumped back as the cold water hit the glass. When it had warmed up Jack stepped in, followed by Lucy who then closed the shower door. Reaching for the soap, Jack smiled at Lucy who smiled back and picked up the shampoo. After rubbing the soap in his hands, he placed it back on the side and moved closer to his sister.

"May I?" He asked. Lucy smiled and nodded.

"Be my guest." Jack gently started to rub the soap onto his sisters breasts. Lucy had never really had big breasts, Jack didn't care, he didn't really see the point of big ones, wouldn't they just get in the way during sex? He crouched as he finished washing her breasts and stomach and started on her feet, making his way up one leg, then down the other. When he had washed her legs he took the soap. Gently, now behind her, he rubbed it against her pussy, then carefully washed the soap off with his hands. As he did this Jack kissed her on the neck and collar bone. When he had finished Lucy turned around to face him, she took the soap and started to apply it to his chest and stomach and eventually his legs. Once she had done the legs she took the soap and rubbed it in her hands until they were very soapy. Then she turned him around and took Jack's penis in her hand. Gently she massaged the soap into the slowly lengthening penis, after a minute Jack realised she was teasing him, the soap had long worn off and she was still rubbing him. Jack turned around, causing Lucy to let go of him. He smiled and grabbed the shampoo. Lucy had already washed her hair, so Jack squeezed the bottle and put the shampoo onto his head.

A few minutes later they were out of the shower, gently towelling each other off. Once he had dried her, Jack wrapped the towel around Lucy and pulled her towards him.

"You're so beautiful." Lucy blushed. 

"T...Thank you Jack." Jack smiled and kissed her on the lips before taking her back into the bedroom. Remembering the sheets were now dirty Jack turned to Lucy.

"Mind if I bunk with you tonight? I'm too lazy to change the sheets." Lucy laughed and nodded. She took his hand and led him to her bedroom. Once inside they closed the curtains, the neighbours knew they were brother and sister, letting them see them both parade around naked in the same room may look suspicious. Jack turned out the light and joined Lucy in bed, holding her in his arms, letting her head rest on his chest.

"Lucy...?" He asked.

"Yes."

"I love you." Lucy looked up at Jack and kissed him on the cheek.

"I love you too Jack." Jack smiled as she placed her head back onto his chest. Laying his head back on the pillow he closed his eyes and eventually fell asleep.



A New Kind of Love Ch. 03



Steve sat in his bedroom on his computer, searching for the song Stoph had been playing. He never gave him the name but he figured he would be able to find it. After about 15 minutes of searching he found the song he had heard when he enter Stophs room. He added it to his playlist and then set it on repeat. As far as he was concerned he could play that song all damn day. Anything to bring back the memory of the curve of Stoph's hips. But with that memory brought back so was the painful one of Stoph's reluctance to have a relationship with him.

'Why wouldn't he want me?' Steve asked himself, glancing into the mirror that was on the back of his bedroom door. 'I think I look fine.' Steve pondered his appearance for a moment before recalling Stoph's exact words.

"You don't know me. And you shouldn't know me. I-I'm just not a nice guy," he had said. Steve wondered what he could have done that would make him think about himself that way. God how he wanted to use his tongue to trace each of the black tattoos. Steve didn't know what they were of. They looked like writing in some foreign language. He made a mental note to ask Stoph about them next time. If there was a next time.

Steve went and sat down on his bed. He thought of the feel of Stoph's stiff erection rubbing against his thigh. The tight jeans he wore trapping his swollen member away from Steve. He slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He started stroking it leisurely while thinking of the soft curve of Stoph's lips when he smiled. He wondered if Stoph was cut or uncut. He looked down at his cut dick and decided he wouldn't care either way. 

He thought about what Stoph would look like bent over his desk, exposing his tiny pink rosebud. He wanted more than anything to kiss Stoph's virgin opening, to thrust into his warm... tight channel. Having him milk the cum from his dick. They would climax at the same time, Steve still thrusting inside of him. 

With that thought Steve let out a loud groan before bathing his shirt in warm spunk. He laid still and let his breathing slow until it was back to normal before taking off his shirt and putting it in the bottom of his clothes hamper. 

He walked into the bathroom to wipe the remaining cum off his hand. He paused before washing it off and wondered what he would taste like. He hesitated before bringing his hand to his mouth and licking a small amount of cum off. He found he liked the taste and licked another glob off his hand rolling it around on his tongue. 

He tasted salty and a little bit bitter. He wondered what Stoph would taste like. His dick jumped at the thought. He quickly washed off the remaining cum and crawled into bed. Having sweet dreams about Stoph all night.

~~~~~~~~~ 

Tuesday~ 6 days until the Deal expires

Steve found Stoph sitting in his normal seat first period. He walked to his usual seat and sat down. 

"Hey," Steve said to Stoph. Stoph turned suddenly and looked at Steve. An emotion Steve couldn't identify crossed his face. Was it remorse?

"Hi. Uh... I'm sorry about... last night," Stoph said looking at his desk uncomfortably.

"Yeah, uh, I don't mean to put any pressure on you or anything but did you decide what you want us to be?" Steve asked, hoping Stoph wouldn't get mad.

" Yeah, see the reason I hesitated is because my dad doesn't really... want me dating. But I talked it over with him and he said its fine," Stoph said.

"Great! I mean, you had me worried there. I like you a lot and I know you're a good guy and I really want this to go somewhere. And I'm babbling so I'm going to shut up now," Steve laughed, thinking of when he first asked Stoph out.

"Ha, I'm glad too," Stoph smiled. But there was something behind his eyes that said otherwise. He covered it well though. Right when Steve was about to respond, Mr. Townsend stepped into the room and quickly told them all to quiet down. Stoph smiled and scribbled something down on a piece of paper before handing it to Steve. 

'Want to talk at lunch', it read. Steve nodded OK and turned to listen to the project they were getting. Steve and Stoph ended up being paired for a group project. And had agreed to meet at Stoph's house that night to work on their project.

The bell rang for lunch and Steve was walking towards his table to see Stoph and Francis already sitting there.

"Hey, guys," Steve said as he sat down between them.

"Hey," They both replied, Francis stuffing Cheetos into his mouth. Stoph had no food in front of him.

"No lunch?" Steve asked as he pulled out his own.

"I... uh... woke up late. Forgot it. Not a fan of the cafeteria food either," he winced and nodded his head in the direction of the lunch lady.

"You can share mine if you want," Steve smile taking half of his sandwich and setting it on the paper bag in front of Stoph.

"No I'm fine. Really," Stoph pushed the food back. "But thanks." Steve shrugged and took a bite of his sandwich. Steve and Francis got into an argument about their favorite sports teams. While Stoph stared out into space, wondering what in the hell he was going to do about the deal with Lucifer.

'What am I going to do? Should I just get it over with an tell him now? No, I'll wait as long as I can. The better he thinks of me the better chance I have... no, he has,' Stoph corrected himself.

He decided he would spend as much time with Steve as he could before the week was up. It was Tuesday, so that gave him until Sunday to tell Steve. Assuming the devil would count the stroke of midnight as the end of their deal, and then tell Steve the truth.

"Whatcha thinkin 'bout?" Steve interrupted Stoph's train of thought.

"Huh? Oh, just what we are going to do for our project in geography," Stoph lied.

"Oh yeah," Steve began talking about their project, but Stoph hardly listened. He felt a flare of anger.

'You insolent mortal. Your soul is on the line and all you think of is pathetic high school classes.' Stoph raged in his mind. 'No that's not fair. He doesn't even know about the deal,' Stoph scolded himself.

"You okay? You seem spacey today," Steve asked him. He placed a hand on Stophs leg. A move that didn't go unnoticed by Francis.

"Ooooh!!! You two a thing now?" he asked. Steve beamed and looked at Stoph.

"Yes," Stoph said simply, giving Steve a reassuring smile before putting his hand on top of Steve's. 

"Congrats, guys," Francis said smiling, returning to his food. Steve smiled even brighter and turned to Stoph. Squeezing his hand before also returning to his food.

'I am so screwed,' Stoph thought before the bell rang.



A New Kind of Love Ch. 04



"Man I'm starving! You got anything to eat at your place? I have some cash on me too, we can stop for something if you want," Steve asked as they walked towards Stophs house.

"Yes, I'm sure I have something," Stoph smiled at Steve's growling stomach. He had not felt hunger for a long time. He could hardly even taste food anymore. 

"Good. 'Cus I'm worried if I have to wait much longer, I might start snacking on you. You smell good enough," Steve laughed and bent to plant a moist kiss to Stoph's collarbone. Stoph blushed and slid his hand into Steve's as they walked up the driveway to the front door.

"Go ahead into the kitchen and see if you can-" Stoph was cut short at the man standing in the living room.

"Luc....ian. Steve this is my... Dad... Lucian," Stoph spoke uneasily. He shifted from foot to foot wondering what Satan was doing in his living room.

"So, you're the Steve I have heard so much about," Lucifer stood and shook Steve's hand.

'I wonder Mephistopheles, what would he think if he knew who he was shaking hands with?' Lucifer sent the wicked thought into his head. Stoph swallowed audibly. 

"So your Stoph's dad. It's nice to meet you," Steve smiled warmly at the Devil himself.

"Stoph... yes. He is my son. Of sorts," Lucifer smiled at Mephistopheles. "Well I just needed to have a word with... Stoph. Which is why I'm here. As I'm sure you know, I'm usually...working. I didn't realize he was having company," Lucifer smiled, adjusting the sunglasses on his face. 

"A moment?" he asked Stoph. Without waiting for a reply he turned and walked into the dining room. 

"Go ahead and help yourself to anything in the kitchen," Stoph told Steven, before following Lucifer quickly. He didn't like to be kept waiting.

"Why is he here. And why doesn't he know about you yet?" Lucifer asked Mephistopheles.

"You gave me a week and I'm taking full advantage of your generosity. He's here because altho I work for you, I do lead a second life here and must keep up with my school work," Stoph replied shortly. Anger building.

"Do. Not. Test. Me. Mephistopheles," Lucifer glared at his Demon Lord.

"My apologies. I just did not expect you is all," Stoph bowed his head hoping Steve wasn't watching. 

"Yes well, you know me, I love surprises," Lucifer smiled.

"I came to warn you that a problem has arisen. Michael has been snooping about. As far as THEY are concerned, we have no right messing with the 'innocents'. When are they going to learn that no one is ever innocent," he added before turning and walking through the kitchen, leaving Stoph behind. He heard him give a short goodbye to Steve before leaving the house. Through a door. Stoph was quite surprised and pleased. He did not relish the idea of explaining to Steve how his 'dad' had disappeared without a trace.

Mephistopheles thought of what Lucifer had said. One of the Arcs, as the other Demon Lords and himself liked to call them, were around? They usually kept away from mortals and demons. Often if the two clashed it meant a whole lot of bad that was hard to explain to mortals. Mephistopheles remembered how his last clash with Michael caused the Bubonic plague. He warned himself to be more aware.

"Dude, no offense, but your dad is kind of creepy," Steve walked into the dining room with a sandwich.

"None taken. We get along though, so I have no complaints," Stoph said still staring at the door Lucifer had just walked out of. 

'I think that was the first time I've seen him use a door,' Stoph laughed inside.

"That's good... so this project," Steve set down his backpack and began pulling several papers out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Wednesday~ 5 days until The Deal expires 

"What was Faust like?" Steve asked while they laid on Stoph's bed after school.

"What?" Stoph asked confused for a moment.

"Your ex," Steve said, stroking Stoph's soft shiny black hair while staring up at the ceiling. 

"Oh. He was... greedy," Stoph said honestly.

"Really? How so?" Steve asked curiously. Glad to feel the weight of Stoph's body on his.

"He liked power. He wanted a lot of it. He was already powerful. His family was rich and popular. He had good grades. And was good at everything he tried at. But he always wanted more," Stoph explained.

"What deal did he make?" Steve asked.

"He made a stupid deal with a... bad person, Stoph replied vaguely. "Why the 20 questions?"

"Just wonderin' if you have a type. I don't think I'm greedy though, so we must have something else in common," Steve smiled.

"Not really. You two couldn't be more different," Stoph said.

"Good. I don't wanna be part of a club," Steve smiled into his boys hair. Stoph chuckled and turned over so he was facing Steve. 

"You should come with me tomorrow night," Steve said suddenly. After a moment of silence passed between them.

"Come with you where?" Stoph asked. He was sure he would say yes. He needed to spend as much time with Steve as possible. If he did reject him he wanted good memories.

"I volunteer at a soup kitchen after school on Thursdays," Steve said.

"Well aren't you the saint," Stoph forced a smile and thoughts of Michael coming to mind.

"I guess. I like giving something to people who have nothing. Makes me feel good about myself," Steve said.

"Alright. Where is it?" Stoph asked, tracing patterns on Steve's chest.

"My church. At 4," Steve said while twirling a lock of hair in his fingers. Stoph froze.

"I didn't know you were religious." It had never even occurred to him.

"Yeah I'm a Christian. Are you?" Steve asked.

"Uh. I'm... complicated." How do you tell your love that you're a Satan worshiper and you didn't really have a choice considering he's your boss.

"You don't mind do you?" Steve's brow furrowed. 

"No of course not. But I just remembered I'm busy tomorrow. I'm sorry," Stoph lied.

"Its OK. We can hang out Friday, yeah?" Steve suggested, rolling them both over so he laid on top of Stoph.

"Sure," Stoph agreed. 

He would even go to a church for Steve. If he could. He knew he couldn't step on hallowed ground, other than graveyards. The dead were his territory. As whiny as they were, he was in charge of them.

However, if he even thought about stepping on church lands, it would probably send him into a world of pain he had only ever inflicted on his victims. Plus a clergyman or nun would recognize him for what he truly was in no time. Only the Servants of God, the elderly, and occasionally young children could see his true form. Unless he purposely showed it to someone. He dreaded the thought of showing his true self to Steve.

But all troublesome thoughts disappeared as Steve kissed a trail from his neck down his chest over his stomach, stopping at his pants. Stoph let out a slow groan as Steve ran his hands under his shirt to find his hard nipples. He tugged and flicked at the nubs gently, groans of pleasure from the Demon's mouth his reward.

'I forgot to ask about the tattoos,' Steve thought to himself as he pulled off Stoph's shirt to reveal the tattoos. 'Later,' he told himself when he saw the lustful look on Stoph's face. He lowered his mouth to the hard peaks on Stoph's chest and sucked and nipped at them gratefully. Stoph whimpered and writhed beneath him. Steve smiled and gave one finally lick to each nipple before pulling away from the sensitive nubs.

After using his tongue to trace a trail to his pants. Steve began to unbutton and unzip the black jeans that held what he wanted inside. Stoph let out a loud groan as the last button on his pants snapped open. The pants were pulled down his legs and finally off entirely.

"This is OK right?" Steve asked him worried the young man might not want this exactly.

"Yes. Please don't stop," Stoph begged. Steve felt the outline of Stophs hard cock in his thin cotton briefs. He nuzzled the bulge and began kissing it through the cloth. That drove Stoph mad as he whimpered and thrusted his hips up. A large wet spot formed on the briefs and soon Steve grew impatient and pulled them off. 

Stophs cock sprang forth out of the soft cotton prison. Steve stared at the column of flesh. It was the first time he had ever seen an uncut penis before. He held Stoph's member in his hand as he jerked it slowly, watching the foreskin push back and forth. Stoph moaned and thrusted his hips into Steve's hands. Steve loved the sound of the boy's whimpers. He needed more of the sounds coming from him

Licking his lips Steve bent and took Stoph's cock in his mouth. Stoph's eyes snapped open and he would have come off the bed if Steve had not been holding his hips in place with one arm. Steve began sucking on the swollen member, enjoying the bursts of juice he got if he flicked one of the hard brown nubs. 

Not long after taking it into his mouth, Stoph's cock jerked suddenly and began releasing several ropes of cum into Steve's mouth. He had never swallowed before but he wanted to make Stoph happy so he began swallowing the Demon's salty spunk. After his orgasm subsided Stoph opened his eyes to look down at Steve.

"Thank you. Time to repay the favor," Stoph added and pulled Steve up and laid him down on the bed. He smiled at the look on Steve's face.

"You don't have to do that, Stoph," Steve said feebly. Not really meaning it. He wanted Stoph's mouth bad.

"But I want to," Stoph stuck out his lip and pouted. "Are you not going to let me have what I want?" Steve wanted to suck that lip into his mouth and kiss Stoph until he couldn't breath.

"I would give you the world if I could, Love," Steve confessed. Stoph smiled at the endearment and started unbuttoning Steve's pants. He immediately sucked the large cut member into his mouth and worked it as best as he could. He assumed he was doing something right judging from the moans and groans coming from Steve. 

Steve reached his hand down and began thrusting up into his boy's mouth. 

"Ungh... baby, that's so good. Don't stop, please don't stop," Steve begged as he thrusted hard into his boy's waiting mouth. The tip of his cock reached the back of Stoph's throat and not expecting it Stoph gagged and pulled his head back.

"Sorry!" Steve apologized. 

"Its OK... I just wasn't expecting it," Stoph said and put his mouth back over Steve's dick. He held Steve's hips in place while he slowly lowered his mouth. After several tries he managed to swallow the cock all the way to the base.

He was proud of himself for taking all of it and tried to remember the last time he had a sense of pride. He shrugged it off and began working Steve to climax. Steve held his head in place while he thrusted in and out of the boys warm, wet, mouth. After a moment his body tensed and Stoph felt Steve's dick swell in his mouth. Steve let out a loud cry and began spurting warm cum into Stoph's mouth. Stoph enjoyed the taste and wanted more of Steve's juice. He softly sucked on the softening cock until Steve pushed him off. 

"Too. Sensitive," he gasped. Before pulling Stoph up to his chest. They shared a tender kiss. Steve could taste himself on Stophs tongue and relished it. Stoph stared up at Steve warmly. And then the same sad look came over his eyes that had happened on Monday night, and again in class on Tuesday morning.

Steve was worried Stoph would get up and tell him they couldn't see each other again. But instead he just scooted closer to Steve and nuzzled into where his neck met his shoulder. He smelled the sweat there and made sure to memorize the scent of his man. Steve wrapped his arm around Stoph and began to fall asleep

Steve drifted off to sleep not long after he had cum and Stoph sighed. He wondered what sleep was like. Two things he never got to enjoy. Food and sleep. Well, there were actually three things he never got to enjoy. The third being a lover. But that had changed. He looked up at the face of the sleeping man and wondered how long they had together. If Steve rejected him, he would do everything he could to protect him from Lucifer. He knew the Devil was probably listening to his thoughts now but he didn't care.

'You hear that you bastard? I won't let you touch him," Mephistopheles thought. He knew there was little he would be able to do if it came to that. But he would do his best. He snuggled back into the warmth of Steve's neck and just laid there.



A New Kind of Love Ch. 05



An hour went by and Stoph looked at the clock. It was already 7:00. Steve should be getting home soon. But he hated to wake him. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Stoph began to kiss his throat and ear. Nuzzling him with his neck, trying to wake him up gently.

"Meh," Steve muttered groggily.

"Wake up, love," Stoph whispered into his ear. "Its 7:00, your parents will worry." He nuzzled his neck more.

"Fuck 'em," Steve groaned and hugged Stoph closer.

"You don't mean that. Come on wake up and I'll walk home with you," Stoph bargained. Steve stretched and looked at the young man.

"Do I get a good morning kiss?" Steve asked with a smile.

"Its not morning," Stoph reasoned, giving a smug smile.

"Do I get a good 7pm kiss?" Steve asked.

"Yes," Stoph said and planted a kiss on Steve's lips.

"Yay!" Steve said and sat up. They both sat up and put their clothes back on, trying to find them in the darkness in the room. Stoph accidentally pulled on Steve's shirt and slipped it off handing it to him. Finding his shirt on the desk chair, he pulled it on. Followed by his jeans. 

"Hey I meant to ask you. What are the tattoos?" Steve asked nodding his head towards Stoph's arms.

He had almost forgot about them. There's usually no one to ever notice. There were inscriptions on his arms, around his shoulders, and then down his spine. They were written in Arabic. They told of Mephistopheles loyalty to Lucifer and described his powers over dark magics and the dead.

"They're, uh, Arabic. I got them a few years ago," Stoph lied about the second part.

"What do they say?" Steve asked.

"Its a long story. You will find out soon enough," Stoph said.

"One of the secrets you can't tell me?" Steve asked. Stoph stayed silent but nodded. Steve looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding and finished tying his shoe. He stood up from the bed and headed for the door. Stoph followed close behind him. 

They began walking down the street towards Steve's house. And Stoph wondered for the 80th time that day what would happen to Steve if The Deal didn't go the way Stoph hoped. He was so nice. Innocent. He didn't deserve anything Lucifer would dish out. For once in his long life Mephistopheles prayed to God.

'Please. I know I'm probably not your favorite person. But Steve is a good person. Please don't let Lucifer have him,' he swallowed and stopped at the door to Steve's house.

"Thank you for tonight. I'll see you at school tomorrow?" he asked Steve.

"Of course. I'll talk to you then." Steve gave him a peck on the lips, nd then another, and another.

Stoph started walking away when Steve said quietly, "I love you." 

Mephistopheles paused. Maybe he had heard wrong.

"You don't have to answer now. But I know how I feel. And I love you," Steve said before turning and going inside.

Stoph began walking again thinking about what that meant.

'Does this mean that he won't reject me? At least this improves our odds,' Stoph thought to himself as he walked up his driveway.

'I don't appreciate being called a bastard by my own servants, Mephistopheles." 

"Jesus Christ!" Stoph jumped. "Do you ever you know, knock? Or something? A puff of smoke even would be better than just being there all of a sudden. Holy Hell," Stoph held his hand to his racing heart.

"Do not use that name around me Mephistopheles!" Lucifer shouted. Stoph winced as he realized what he said and how he reacted. He was spending way too much time with mortals.

"Yes, you are. I should cancel The Deal now but its very amusing to see you two together," Satan laughed. He wore no glasses this time and his deathly black eyes focused on Mephistopheles.

"I knew you would hear me think that. How long did you watch for?" Stoph asked. Still awkwardly standing in the doorway. As long as Lucifer was here he felt this was his house. As long as you were in the presence of him, you acted as though wherever you are its his house.

"Up until about 40 seconds ago," Lucifer said with a smirk. Stoph gasped.

"You watched us..." Stoph trailed off and began blushing.

"Yes, I've got to say that boy is beautiful when he cums. I wouldn't mind having him for myself," Lucifer said. Stoph felt himself getting angry. He couldn't talk about his man like that. 

'But he can,' he reminded himself. 'He can do whatever he likes.'

"Yes, I can," Satan agreed. Stoph sighed. That was getting really annoying.

"When will you tell him," The Devil asked picking at an invisible piece of lint on his suit. 

"I don't know, otherwise you would know... since you refuse to stay out of my head," Mephistopheles muttered.

"Don't get snippy, Mephistopheles. Your over, what is it, oh I don't know... you where several thousand years old during the bubonic plague, how am I supposed to keep track. I just want to know when I get your boy's pretty little soul to add to my collection. I bet he's a screamer." Mephistopheles let out a low growl. His eyes turned bright red, his skin paled to a dark gray, his lips began to form into a row of very large, black fangs.

"Now, now. You don't want to be starting that Stophy, you know I always win a fight," Lucifer growled. Mephistopheles got his anger under control and quickly reverted to his weaker human form.

One of the few things Stoph and Lucifer had in common. Both were shape shifters. And though they had natural forms, they often took the form of a human to fool people into selling their souls.

He heard the clock in the dining room strike midnight.

"Four more days, Mephistopheles. Don't cut it too close," Lucifer vanished with a puff of smoke. Mephistopheles rolled his eyes.

"I was kidding, asshole," Stoph began walking upstairs.

'I heard that,' he heard in his mind. He paused and frowned at Lucifer's arrogance before walking up to his room to do his math homework. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Friday ~ 3 days until The Deal expires.

Steve and Stoph hadn't seen much of each other Thursday. Steve went to his church to help with the soup kitchen and Stoph sat home alone and read. And thought. There was always lots of thinking since The Deal had been made.

He hadn't seen or heard from Lucifer all of Thursday and was hoping for a repeat today. No such luck.

"Mephistopheles. Where's your lover boy. I thought you two would be fucking like bunnies right about now," Lucifer said sitting on the couch across from the recliner Stoph was reading in. Without raising his eyes from his book Stoph answered.

"He's at school. I decided to play hooky and catch up on my reading," Stoph only said the first part of what he was thinking.

"And think about The Deal," it was a statement, not a question. Stoph glanced up at Lucifer. He was startlingly handsome with black hair slicked back and in a nice expensive looking suit. He had beautiful olive skin. He wasn't overly muscular but wasn't as small as Mephistopheles either. He would have been very attractive if not for the soulless, unblinking, black eyes.

"When are you going to tell him?" the Devil asked.

"I thought you were known for being patient and sly. Not nosy and obnoxious," Stoph smirked. Lucifer frowned and disappeared. Mephistopheles smiled at his small victory against Satan.

'Won the battle, but you haven't won the war yet Mephistopheles,' he heard in his voice. His brow furrowed and he set down his book. He would never be able to focus now that The Deal was nagging at his mind. 

Mephistopheles stood up from the chair and stepped outside. He figured he would go for a walk to clear his head. If it was at all possible. He walked towards a park he had passed several times to get to school. Even as a Demon he still appreciated the small things. 

He sat on a bench in the middle of the park and gazed at a bunch of small children playing with a ball in a field.

"Come here to pray on the innocent?" a voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked up to see a boy about Steve's age with light blonde hair and dark brown eyes. They reminded Mephistopheles of melted chocolate. 

He recognized Michael immediately. He felt a twisting knot in his stomach.

"Michael," he spit the name.

" Mephistopheles," Michael Sighed the name with as much contempt as an Archangel could have.

" I... I request your help," Mephistopheles sighed waiting for laughter or disbelief. Neither happened and it was he was shocked when Michael sat down next to him on the bench.

"No Demon has ever asked for an Angel's help," Michael stated.

"Yes, well, there's a first time for everything no?" Mephistopheles sighed.

"What kind of help do you request?" Michael asked.

"I have gotten into a bit of a mess," Mephistopheles admitted.

"Go on," Michael nodded.

"I... I have fallen in love. With a human. A human man." Mephistopheles almost whispered

"I see..." Michael seemed thoughtful.

"Does He know this?" Mephistopheles knew the 'He' Michael was referring too. Angels refuse to speak his name.

"Yes, and he made a deal with me. If I told Steven who and what I was, and what my job is... and he still says he loves me, then we can be together. But if he rejects me. Lucifer gets to do what he wants to both of us," Mephistopheles sighed.

"You accepted this deal?" Michael said with surprise.

"Yes," Mephistopheles whispered.

"You of all people should know better to make a deal with Him," Michael said.

"I know. But... I love him. More than anything, I do. At least this way we have a chance," Mephistopheles put his head in his hands. He fought back the tears that threatened to flow. He felt a gentle hand on his back and realized Michael was comforting him.

"When... when I... fell," Mephistopheles started, using the term used by angels and demons alike to refer to a fallen angel who then serves Lucifer. "I told myself it was for the better. Here I would have power, free rule of my own personal army. Be able to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. But now I realize, I can't have what I want most," Mephistopheles admitted to the angel before him.

"I'm afraid I don't understand Mephistopheles. What do you want my advice on?" Michael asked gently.

"What do I do? I'm sure if I admitted to Lucifer that I was wrong, then he will revoke our Deal and things will go on as they should. But I couldn't have Steve. He would be safe, though. But would the pain I caused him be any better than what Lucifer had planned? Or should I have faith in him that he will love me for who and what I am? Is his soul mine to bet?" Mephistopheles let out a large sigh.

Michael paused for a moment. 

"I have not the slightest clue about how He would react to you admitting defeat. He would most likely revoke The Deal since he had won anyways. But you would no doubt lose all respect he has for you. As much respect as someone like Him can have anyways. You need to think of how this will affect your human lover. If you leave, yes it will cause him great pain. But, is that pain better than the worst thing Lucifer can do to him?" Michael asked.

"Ugh. I don't know. I have until 12am Monday morning to decide what to do," Mephistopheles told the Archangel sitting beside him.

"I have a question of my own Mephistopheles," Michael said calmly.

"Yes?" 

"Will He not be mad at you for speaking with me?" Michael asked.

"...I'm not sure. Seems I'm not sure of anything these days. Hell, I'm talking to one of my greatest enemies about my love life. Things used to be so....'hit bad thing with big rock make go boom.' When did they get so complicated?" Mephistopheles asked with a shake of his head.

"I have no clue. But I wish you luck on your problem, Mephistopheles," Michael said before rising and walking down the same path he came. Mephistopheles followed him with his eyes until he was gone from sight.

Talking to the Angel had not helped his problem at all. Though it did make him feel better. He looked at his watch and saw school was about to get out. He stood and walked towards the campus hoping to catch Steve before he headed home.



A New Kind of Love Ch. 06



Stoph saw Steve a few streets down from the school heading towards home.

"Steve!" he called out before jogging across the street to meet him.

"Hey, where were you today, Mr. Townsend said you were sick?" Steve asked, worried, putting his arm around Stoph's waist and kissing his temple.

"Yes, I was, but I had a talk with a friend and I feel better now," Stoph said to Steve. Then, he took a deep breath.

"We need to talk. Will you come over to my house as soon as you can tomorrow morning?"

"Uh... sure. What time?" Steve asked, worry creasing his brow.

"It doesn't matter, the sooner the better. I'll be awake so don't worry about it," Stoph said.

"Two things. One, if you're breaking up with... me just say so. And two, if it's so urgent... why not talk now?" Steve asked.

"What?! No, I'm not breaking up with you. And because I fear we're going to need the whole day to talk," Stoph said

"OK... well I'll see you tomorrow morning OK?" Steve said as he reached his front porch. 

"Yes, OK, good. Bye," Stoph said and the two boys kissed.

"I love you, okay?" Steve hugged him wanting to relieve him of the worried look on his face.

Stoph knew it would take more than a hug and a kiss to solve his problems. He waited until Steve was inside and then turned and headed home.

~~~~~~~~ 

Saturday~ 9:00 am

Stoph sat on the couch, staring blankly at a wall. Steve could be over at any time. He made sure to not set a specific time worried that if he knew when it was going to happen he would talk himself out of it. He took a deep breath and nearly jumped out of his skin when there was a knock at the door. Stoph got off the couch and went to answer it. Steve looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. His hair was still damp and his clothes looked like they had been put on in a hurry. He had got here as soon as he could.

"Hey," Stoph said shortly.

"Hey, yourself," Steve replied and stepped inside, giving the smaller boy a firm kiss on the lips.

Stoph sighed at the contact and closed the door behind Steve. He walked into the living room where Steve was already sitting on the couch. He smiled up at Stoph, and after thinking a moment, Stoph sat on the recliner facing Steve.

"You missed this new kid in school. His name's Michael. Dude's hot. Not compared to you of course but if I wasn't already taken I would do him," Steve smiled at Stoph. Stoph didn't return the smile.

"OK, Come on. Spill, what's wrong?" Steve asked.

"Steve, do you remember that first night together... I told you I had secrets I couldn't ever tell you?" Stoph started slowly preparing himself for the coming drama.

"Yeah," Steve anwered, wondering where Stoph was going with this.

"Well, it's time to tell you the truth. About everything," Stoph looked into Steve's eyes and saw he was a little nervous.

"OK... well come here first I want to hold you," Steve lay back on the couch and opened his arms. Stoph thought for a second. This could be the last time Steve held him so he crawled into the bigger man's arms. He snuggled in close. He had no doubt Lucifer was watching them right now.

"Before you start, just know that no matter what, I love you and that's never going to change," Steve said and pushed a kiss onto the top of Stoph's head.

"I love you too, Steve," Stoph whispered into his neck. He felt Steve's heart beat faster and a smile form on his lips. It made him happy that those four little words could make his man so happy.

"Then that's all that matters. Nothing can change that," Steve said, again squeezing Stoph into a hug.

"Just you and me, Stoph," Steve sighed.

"My name isn't Stoph," Mephistopheles decided to start with something easy.

"What? Really? Uh.. OK that's weird... but completely OK. I still love you." Steve gave him another kiss.

"My name is..." Mephistopheles swallowed hard and took a breath. 'Here we go,' he thought to himself. "My name is... Mephistopheles," he said quickly. He heard Steve take a breath to say something and interrupted.

"Please just let me say this and get it all done before you say anything," he almost begged. He felt Steve's mouth shut and he squeezed him tight before nodding.

"My name is Mephistopheles. I'm older than you can possibly imagine. I work for the Devil. I know a lot of people think I am the Devil, but I'm not. It was all this big misunderstanding. I'm just an employee. I'm one of the Seven Demon Lords of Hell. I was sent here at random to collect weak souls and in general just fuck some shit up. You know, Demon rampaging and shit. But there was a slight roadblock. You. I fell in love. I had to tell Lucifer, you met him... he's my 'dad'... because it's better to just tell him shit. You shouldn't lie to the Devil, that's never good. 

Long story short, I was stupid and accepted a deal with him," Mephistopheles explained quickly. Steve had not moved or made a sound since he had started talking.

"Some things I left out. My ex, Faust. He was THE Faust. There's an old story about him and me. He was an amazing scholar. But he was greedy and he wanted more power and wisdom. He was willing to sell his soul for it. Lucifer sent me to make the deal with him. We agreed on 20 years of power and genius and then Faust goes back to hell with me. Well, when the 20 years was up, I made Faust another deal. He could go to hell with me, forever, or I could delete all of his works and no one would remember them. He wouldn't be able to recreate them and that was that. Well, he choose to go to hell instead. He's still there now.

"I stuck as close to the truth as I could whenever I told you a lie. I'm from Hell, Michigan... when it's actually just plain Hell. My dad Lucien is Lucifer. My name. Stoph. MephiSTOPHeles. Really difficult to come up with a nickname from Mephistopheles just to let you know..." Mephistopheles chuckled awkwardly hoping to break the tension. He took a deep breath after his long rant.

He still couldn't see Steve since he was lying on his chest. But he felt him shaking. From fear? Anger? But then he heard him trying to inhale but it being cut off by his laughter.

"What?" Mephistopheles asked.

"The song you were listening to the first night I came here," Steve began before being cut off by laughter. Mephistopheles thought for a moment but couldn't remember what it was.

He shrugged and Steve inhaled.

"It was Mephistopheles, by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra," he giggled again.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that," Mephistopheles chuckled.

"So... so are you like... you know... OK with this?" he asked hesitantly.

"Wait you're serious?" Steve asked his laughter stopping suddenly.

"You don't believe me," Mephistopheles nodded slightly. He should have expected that.

"Well, I believe you believe it. Maybe it's dad issues or something, I don't care. I still love you. We can get you help. You can talk to someone," Steve said rubbing his shoulders. Mephistopheles jumped up from the couch in anger.

" I'm not crazy! Fine, you want proof?" He concentrated on his anger and let it build. He felt his lips dissolving until it was only his inch and a half long black fangs closing his mouth off from the world. His eyes turned black with bright red glowing pupils. His skin turned to that sickly gray color. He grew a long tail that would touch the floor if he didn't hold it up. Large leathery wings sprouted from his shoulder blades. The tattoos on his arms and back glowed a bright orange-red. Horns sprouted from his head and curved backwards. Claws sprouted where fingernails had been and he let out a fierce roar when his transformation was complete.

Steve sat rooted to the spot staring blankly at the real Mephistopheles. His anger now gone, Mephistopheles realized what a bad move this had been. He could have started out with wimpy magic tricks and worked his way up to this. He had probably just scared the crap out of his love. With sadness overcoming him, he quickly changed back into his human form. Steve sat on the couch pale and shaking. He looked like he was about to piss his pants. 

"Oh, love. I'm so sorry. Lie down, let me get you some water before you pass out," Mephistopheles ran into the kitchen and filled a glass with water. He walked back into the living room to see Steve lying on the couch where he had pushed him down onto his back.

He held the water while Steve took small sips. 

"I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry. I just got angry," Mephistopheles apologized.

"I-it's OK, babe. Just... wow," Steve's voice cracked on the last word. "I feel dizzy," Steve confessed, swaying a little bit. Mephistopheles lifted his feet onto the couch as well so he was lying across it. He set the water down and stroked his hair. 

"I don't mean to rush you into this... but, how do you... you know, feel about me? D-do you still love me?" Mephistopheles held back the tears as best he could.

"Yes, please we're all dying to know," said a voice in the room with them.

"Ugh. Now? Can't your interruptions wait until later?" Mephistopheles scowled.

"No," Lucifer smiled. Mephistopheles rolled his eyes and turned back to Steve who was staring at Lucifer getting paler by the second.

"Ignore him. I need your answer, love." Mephistopheles put his hand on Steve's shoulder.

"What?" Steve asked like he hadn't heard a word Mephistopheles had said.

"Do you still love me?" Mephistopheles repeated. Steve thought for a moment.

"Well... I... I don't know. I mean it's a lot to take in, that I'm dating a Demon from hell," Steve said his brow scrunching at the thought.

"Well. We have our answer," Lucifer stood from the chair he was sitting on.

"No! Please, that was just a maybe... not a no," Mephistopheles begged.

"I said ' In any way shape or form, Mephistopheles. You lose." Lucifer became serious.

"What are you two talking about?" Steve asked. The shock beginning to wear off.

"Shut up," Mephistopheles growled at him. Steve was taken aback by the sudden change in mood.

"You know our deal, Mephistopheles," Lucifer said.

"Please. Anything... I'll do anything." Mephistopheles got down on his knees. "Please..." Tears began to fall.

"Anything?" Lucifer asked.

"Anything," Mephistopheles confirmed.

"Alright, your boy can keep his soul." Mephistopheles' heart soared. "If you give me yours." Mephistopheles was taken aback.

"You already own my soul," Mephistopheles pointed out.

"Yes. But now I won't let you run around doing what you want. You will take your human's place," Lucifer explained. Mephistopheles swallowed. He thought for a moment.

"Alright..." his heart sank at the word.

"Wow, I'll admit I didn't expect that," Lucifer grinned. Mephistopheles' tears fell silently to the floor. Still on his knees, hands resting on his thighs, he felt the devil place a hand on his shoulder. And then, nothing.



A New Kind of Love Ch. 07



'What the hell just happened?' Steve thought to himself. A minute ago his boyfriend had turned into a demon and now he was alone. He looked around but nothing indicated either of the two men had been in the room. The smell of sulphur filled his nostrils, and Steve scrunched his nose at it. He stood from the couch and moved to the front door. He stepped out and looked up and down the street. He wasn't sure what he was looking for. He began walking and before he realized it, he was at the park a couple of blocks away from his school.

He sat down on a bench to catch his breath. It all happened so quickly, he had no time to adjust. He didn't notice when the figure sat beside him.

"Hello," the boy sitting next to Steve said.

"Wha... uh... hi," Steve said hoping he would go away. He recognized the boy from his school. He mentioned him to Stoph.

'Not Stoph,' he corrected himself

"My name is Michael," the boy introduced himself.

"Steve," he replied, still wanting the boy to leave.

"Yes I know. I know your friend, Stoph," Michael said staring at Steve's face.

"That's not his name...." Steve thought out loud.

"Ah, he told you," Michael confirmed, nodding his head and looking out at the field he and Mephistopheles had stared at while talking.

"What? You know?" Steve said coming out of his trance.

'Maybe this kid knows about Stoph... er... Mephistopheles,' he corrected himself.

"Yes, we used to have the same boss," Michael said.

'Oh no. Another demon?' Steve put his head in his hands. Michael chuckled. A musical sound. 

"No, I work for a higher power." When Steve gave him a confused look he glanced at the sky and then back down at Steve.

"God? You're an angel." Realization struck Steve. "Michael," Steve nodded. "You guys with secret identities have a real sense of humor you know that," Steve shook his head.

"Well we have to have some fun, right?" Michael smiled. Steve shrugged.

"Can you tell me what the hell... sorry... just happened?" Steve asked. Wincing at the swear.

"It's alright. And yes, I think I can let you in to what's going on," Michael smiled.

"Mephistopheles made a deal with the Devil. If he told you who he really was, what his job is, and you still loved him, then He would let you be together... but if not..." Michael trailed off.

"Then he goes to hell," Steve nodded.

"No, actually, YOU go to hell. What I don't understand is if you're not with Mephistopheles, then you must have said you didn't love him. But then why are you here?" Michael queried. Realization struck Steve.

"He traded places with me..." Steve gasped.

"Ah... despite some bad decisions. Mephistopheles is a good man... demon... thing..." Michael said before shrugging it off.

"He... he protected me. But he had no right to bet my soul in the first place," Steve scowled.

"If it's any consolation it was tearing him apart, trying to decide what to do. He wished he could take it back," Michael told Steve.

"He did?" Steve asked, shocked.

"Yes, the day before he told you, we talked here. Mephistopheles and I are mortal enemies. He's the Demon Lord of fear and death. I'm the archangel in charge of ridding the world of things that cause fear. But that day, he begged for my help and advice. What he feels for you is real. I'm not surprised he took your place," Michael nodded.

Steve felt the hot tears pour down his face. Michael got a far off look in his eyes.

"I apologize. I must leave. I wish you the best though. Remember that Mephistopheles took your place so you could live. Don't waste his gift," Michael said before walking off. Steve sat for a moment crying silently at the mistake he had made. He did still love Stoph. 

After a moment he stood and headed home. His parents knew something was wrong. His teachers knew. His friends too. But he told no one of what had happened. Francis pestered him for weeks, asking about Stoph and what had happened. Steve shut him out. Over time Steve realized Michael was right, he couldn't waste his life grieving for a mistake. Soon people stopped asking and Steve moved on. 

But old wounds are opened easily....... 

*

~ 10 years after Steve last saw Mephistopheles...

Steve arrived home after a long day of work. He stepped inside the house his parents had given him when they moved to Florida. He took off his police uniform and took a hot shower. Stepping out of the shower with a towel around his waist he lay down on the bed. The towel fell from his hips and he crawled under the covers naked. He reached for the remote to his stereo and turned on 'Mephistopheles' by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. Following the same pattern he had followed since Mephistopheles gave his soul to save Steve, he listened to the music build and climax. He knew the story by heart now. It was the story of Mephistopheles and Faust. But Faust was replaced by Beethoven for this version of the story.

Beethoven sold his soul for amazing musical genius and when the time limit on his powers went up he was given the choice of destroying his life's work and no one would remember it, or going to hell. 

Steve wondered if Mephistopheles saw Beethoven in hell.

Steve sighed as the song finished and rolled over and fell asleep. He didn't dream.

Steve woke up at 6:00 am and hit the button on his alarm clock. 

'Who the hell invented alarm clocks anyways. Horrible way to wake up,' Steve thought. He rolled out of bed and quickly dressed in his officer's uniform.

He walked into the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. Sipping it as he finished getting ready, he fed his fish (he wasn't home enough to care for a more social animal like a cat or dog).

He glanced at the picture that sat on the windowsill. It was a picture he had taken of himself and Stoph back in high School. Everyone always gave him odd looks when they saw the picture. It was of him and Stoph sitting on Stoph's bed. Steve's arm wrapped around Stoph's shoulder. But what Steve didn't know was that Demon didn't show up on film. The place where Stoph's slim body should have been looked like dead air. But Steve knew he was there. And it comforted him to look at the picture.

He realized he was running late and took off to the police department. 

"You're late," Francis said as Steve finally walked in.

"Yeah, yeah... I got distracted," Steve said.

"With what? No girlfriend, no boyfriend, no kids, even Michael isn't that interesting," Francis laughed, referring to Steve's fish.

"I'll have you know Michael can be quite the chatterbox during poker night," Steve retorted. "What are we doing today?" Steve asked his partner as he prepared himself for the day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

"You have no say what happens to him, it was his own fault," Lucifer growled at Michael and Gabriel.

"I have orders from the big man upstairs," Michael said, wings shifting uneasily. He did not relish being downstairs. It smelled of sulphur and death.

"I don't care what 'He' says. He has no right! He is here of his own free will," Lucifer roared.

"Then why don't we ask him," Gabriel stepped forward. 

Lucifer growled as the superior archangel stepped forward, snow white wings flexing, showing the muscle under the soft feathers.

"Fine," Lucifer scowled at the angel and waved a hand. Mephistopheles appeared at his feet, naked. Covered in burns and scars of all sorts, he whimpered quietly and shook on the floor. Michael swallowed loudly.

"Mephistopheles, it's Michael. You remember me, yes?" Michael tried to get the small quivering form's attention.

"Be sober.... adversary the devil... roaring lion... whom... devour...." Mephistopheles mumbled, words being lost or cut short due to his shaking.

"He's gone mad," Michael looked towards Gabriel for help.

"How are thou fallen from heaven... morning... cut down to the ground... weaken the nations..." Mephistopheles curled into a tighter ball. Not acknowledging any of them.

"Mephistopheles, please. You must pull yourself together, we wish to help you!" Gabriel stepped forward pushing Michael out of the way. 

He lay a gentle hand on Stoph's shoulder. Stoph winced and screamed.

"Black as it stood as night, fierce as... furies, hell, shook... dreadful dart... kingly crown... Satan... Satan... now at hand," Mephistopheles slowly looked at Lucifer.

"He's quoting bible verses," Michael realized. Gabriel glanced at him.

Lucifer hissed at Mephistopheles and he quickly turned his eyes down.

"Accursed be he who plays with the devil," Mephistopheles whispered looking like the small pebbles on the ground were the most interesting thing in the world. He studied them closely.

"Mephistopheles, do you not remember? Stoph... Stoph! Do you remember Steve?" Michael asked.

At the mention of Steve's name Stoph froze. His mutterings stopped as did the shaking. 

"Steve...." his brow scrunched like he was trying to remember where he left his car keys.

"Let us not love with words or tongue... but... but..." Mephistopheles paused as if he couldn't remembered

"But with actions and truth," Gabriel finished. Mephistopheles glanced at him, he held his gaze for a moment, before it dropped back down to the pebbles and his shaking resumed.

"We are taking him," Michael reached for Mephistopheles.

"You have no right. He is my property. I own him!" Lucifer stepped in front of the quivering mass that used to be a proud demon.

"No, you don't. You won him in a deal which you made on a human's soul. That's not allowed. The boy had not committed any major sins. Your deal is invalid, meaning your... winnings... are as well," Gabriel stepped up to Lucifer and spread his wings defiantly. 

"Step. Aside," he growled without shifting his gaze. He stood several inches shorter than Lucifer but his wings made up for that tenfold. 

Lucifer thought a moment. And with a scowl moved aside from Stoph.

Michael picked him up and cradled him to his chest. Mephistopheles made invisible swirls on Michael's chest armor before shaking, and burying his face in Michael's neck.

"Stay away from him and Steve," Gabriel said before he took off, followed close behind by Michael.



A New Kind of Love Ch. 08



"Francis we just got a call... come on," Steve found his partner at the counter of the coffee shop they had stopped at. His partner quickly put a lid on his drink and followed Steve out to the cruiser.

"So what's the call?" Francis asked as he sipped his coffee.

"I don't really know. Apparently some guy was dropped off in front of the hospital and it looked like he took a pretty massive beating, so they called us," Steve explained.

"Hmm. Is he conscious?" Francis asked.

"They say he is, but he's kind of incoherent. Quoting bible verses or something," Steve answered.

"Weird," Francis laughed.

"Yeah."

10 minutes later they arrived at the hospital. 

"Good, you're here. He's in room 221," A nurse at the front desk directed. Steve nodded his thanks and turned down the hall with Francis. They arrived at the room to see a doctor standing over the form on the bed with a clipboard in hand. He scribbled something down and then looked at them.

"Ah, you're here. I was hoping you would be able to get something out of him. I don't think he even knows where he is. He just mutters and whispers things. Won't even make eye contact. He could have a mental disability we don't know," the doctor shrugged. 

"Steve, why don't you try and talk to him I'll go talk to the doc 'bout what's going on with him," Francis stepped outside with the doctor. Steve walked over to the bed and looked down at the man lying in it.

He had a long scar running from his left temple down across his eye over his nose until it reached the right side of his jaw. It looked red and angry. Something about the man reminded Steve of someone. He shrugged it off and tried to question the man.

"Sir, my name is Officer Bernard. You can call me Steve though, ok?" Steve told the younger man.

"Steve... Steve... greater... no one... this... lay down... life... his friends," the man mumbled. His eyes squeezed shut tight. He tossed his head back and forth.

"Can you tell me your name?" Steve asked.

"Name... what's... in... name... that... call a rose... by other name... smell... just as... s-sweet," the man whimpered.

Steve recognized the Romeo and Juliet quote.

"So not only bible verses huh?" Steve smiled.

"And now... you claim... not prepared..." the man muttered. Steve quickly recognized the line

"So much to do you cannot be spared..." Steve finished.

"Still... entreaties... death... not hear," the man whimpered into his pillow.

"That's 'Mephistopheles' by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra...." Steve realized.

"Meph... Mephistopheles... Stoph..." the young man whispered. 

It hit Steve like a freight train.

"Oh my god... Stoph?" Steve gasped, leaning in towards the younger man.

"Steve...." he whimpered without opening his eyes. He still didn't seem to be coherent. But he could still hear, Steve had proved that.

"Holy shit!" Steve rushed out of the room.

"Francis!" he leaned out of the door.

"What?" 

"It's Stoph!" Steve shouted. A couple of people turned to stare at him.

"What?" Francis repeated.

"The guy, it's Stoph!" Steve said again before rushing back into the room. He put a hand on Stoph's arm and the man flinched.

"Holy shit... it is isn't it. What the hell happened to him?" Francis asked.

"I don't know..." Steve trailed off looking into the face he still had dreams about.

"Look... Steve I still don't know what happened with you two. But I do know it destroyed you... everyone knew. One day you just came to school and you were like a zombie. You wouldn't eat or sleep. Your grades were slipping... and he never came back to school. You never wanted to talk about him, so we all figured it was something that happened between you two. Are you sure you can handle this call? We can call someone else in," Francis said, looking at his partner.

"I'm fine. I can handle it," Steve wouldn't move his gaze from the man's face.

"What did he do to you..." Steve whispered.

"What?" Francis asked.

"Nothing," Steve answered.

"Doc, what are you going to do with him?" Steve asked.

"Well, because of his behavior we will probably put him in the psych ward. No one has reported him missing. No one has claimed him.

"He has no family. I'm the closest thing he has. I'll take care of him." Steve glanced back down at the figure who seemed to be sleeping. He had large black circles under his eyes. It looked like he never got a chance to properly sleep.

"Steve, you haven't even seen him in what? 10 years?" Francis asked.

"So," Steve growled. Francis sighed and gave up.

"Alright well we need to keep him here for a couple days to make sure he's OK," the doctor said looking at Steve.

"After that, I can take him home can't I?" Steve asked.

"I'm not sure. I'll look into it," the doctor said.

"Alright," Steve replied, still holding the frail hand in his. Stoph never looked like this. He was always strong, even arrogant sometimes. Never this weak and defenseless.

"Stoph, please wake up," Steve whispered in his ear before kissing his temple.

"Steve, we got another call we gotta go," Francis said. Steve looked up.

"I'll be back later," Steve whispered into Stoph's ear. He thought he felt the man squeeze his hand but he studied his face for a moment and saw nothing.

Steve turned and walked out of the hospital with Francis leading the way. All he wanted to do was go back and hug Stoph tight to his chest, to make sure no one would ever hurt him again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve had just finished a long day at work and planned on showering and then going back to the hospital to sit with Stoph. 

'Seeing him that way was just so weird,' Steve thought to himself.

"Yes, I thought the same thing." 

Steve jumped at the voice.

"God damn it!" Steve shouted. 

"Hey now," Michael scrunched his brow in disapproval.

"Sorry...." Steve muttered, blushing heavily.

"It's alright. Long time no see. So, you saw Stoph," Michael nodded.

"Yeah, what's he doing here? I thought he was, you know, damned to eternal suffering and all that jazz," Steve asked, guilt chewing at him.

"Yes well. I may have pulled a few strings upstairs," Michael smiled.

"It took you 10 years?" Steve raised an eyebrow.

"I worked as fast as I could, there were other things that needed doing. Saving a demon from hell wasn't exactly top priority," Michael laughed.

"I guess I can understand that. What happened to him, he's not really all there is he?" Steve asked worried about the answer.

"No, I'm afraid not. It seems he's lost his mind. Most of the time he doesn't even realize where he is or who the other people around him are. We rescued him about three months ago. Had to deal with some stuff before I could send him on down here to you. I've been working with him trying to get him to at least realize who he is and what's happened. But I haven't had much luck," Michael looked sad. "I wish I could have gotten to him sooner." 

"You did your best. Better late than never, yeah?" Steve tried to cheer the angel up.

"I suppose. I figure if anyone could bring him back to reality, it would be you. I'll mess around in some people's heads and get it so that you can take him home," Michael said. 

"Are you allowed to do that?" Steve asked.

"No," Michael answered. They both laughed.

"I have to go. Take good care of him." And then the angel was gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

A week later Steve was able to take Stoph home. He had a lot of vacation time saved up so he decided he would take a week off and spend it with Stoph. Now that he had him back physically, he wanted him back mentally as well.

"There you go, love," Steve said as he lay Stoph down in his bed. Stoph immediately turned on his side away from Steve and snuggled into Steve's pillow. Steve smiled as the younger man fell asleep.

"OK, you can sleep now. I'm going to go start dinner," Steve said before walking into the kitchen to make soup.

Steve walked back into the bedroom to see Stoph sitting on the edge of the bed staring at a wall.

"Babe? You OK?" Steve asked. Stoph let out a quiet grunt.

"Listen, Stoph. I'm not going to lie. I know it's my fault you were sent there. I feel horrible. I didn't forgive myself for the longest time. I just kept thinking about what was happening to you and that it was my fault. I do love you even though you're a Demon. I just wish I could have said that 10 years ago. Can you forgive me?" Steve asked. Tears silently falling from his eyes. Stoph didn't look at him. But after a moment he rested his head on Steve's shoulder. 

"You do know I'm here, don't you? I'll help you, babe. I promise," Steve whispered into Stoph's hair before planting a kiss there.

Steve spent the next 3 days caring for Stoph. But other than when he rested his head on Steve's shoulder the first day he was there, he made no signs the he even knew where he was. Steve made sure he cleaned and bandaged the many still open wounds Stoph had. Sometimes when he was cleaning one of the especially bad marks, tears would slip from Stoph's eyes but he gave no sign other than that that he was ever in pain.

Steve hated the faraway look that was plastered on Stoph's face. All he wanted was for Stoph to make eye contact and just say his name. He would give anything for that. After a couple days the stress began to wear him down.

"Come on, babe. Something. Anything! Just say my name or... or... Michael... Francis... ANYONE!" Steve shouted at the small form on his bed staring at the wall.

"Lu... Lucifer...," Mephistopheles' voice shook at the name.

"Not what I was hoping for," Steve scowled.

~~~~

A few more days passed, with no change in Stoph's behavior. 'I wonder if he'll ever come back to me,' Steve wondered as he sat next to Soph's prone form.

"Babe, I love you... but you reek. You need a shower, come on," Steve sighed as he pulled Stoph off the bed. He lay limp in his arms. Steve attempted to drag him to the bathroom but Stoph was doing nothing to help. Steve began laughing.

"Can you at least TRY to help me here?" he smiled. He looked down at Stoph's face but saw nothing that hinted he even knew Steve was there. But Stoph picked up his feet and supported his own weight, though he swayed and shook.

Steve smiled down at the figure who was still looking at the wall.

"Even when you're insane you're beautiful," Steve muttered. Stoph's eyes shifted to Steve's and they made eye contact. Stoph held it for three seconds before shifting his eyes back to the wall. 

For those three seconds Steve could have sworn he had seen the same Stoph from ten years ago. With his arrogant blue eyes. But he also saw something under the arrogant sharp blue. Fear.

'Insanity,' Steve corrected himself. 'He's insane. He didn't make eye contact with you on purpose. He doesn't even know who you are,' Steve thought to himself. His smile faded and he walked into the bathroom and started the shower.

After they had both showered Steve sat on the bed next to Stoph, who was lying down on it staring at his wall. He pulled out the box that held all of his bandages to dress Stoph's wounds. Stoph eyed the box for a moment. Then turned back to his wall.

Steve began dressing the wounds and when he got to the large whip mark across Stoph's back, tears began to fall from the demon's eyes. 

Steve finished and pulled Stoph's head into his lap as he sat on the bed. He began singing softly to the boy. He sang the first few lines of 'Imagine' before Stoph sang the second verse in his softer, higher, voice. 

Steve looked down when Stoph began to sing. And saw he was no longer staring at the wall but at Steve's leg. Steve lifted him so he was sitting in his lap. He cupped his face with his hands and kissed the younger man.

"I never liked that song..." Stoph said. Voice shaking. Steve pulled back and stared at his face. The eyes were sad looking. Filled with fear and pain. But they were aware. And that was the most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen.

"My god..." Steve said and leaned down for a deeper kiss. The two men kissed passionately before Steve pulled back when he felt wetness on his face. Stoph was crying.

"I was so lost..." he cried into Steve's neck. He held him closer and whispered sweet endearments in his ear. 

" I know baby. But you're found now," Steve whispered, trying to soothe the other man. "How did you get back to me?" Steve asked.

"Michael. He sent me a bit of a wake-up call. Told me I had a wonderful man waiting for me and I had to get my ass back to him... well... my head actually," Stoph gave a weak smile. Steve saw it was forced but it was comforting nonetheless.

"We owe him a lot," Steve said. And before he realized it, he was crying as well. 

They sat quietly and held each other. 

"I heard you. All the times you were talking to me. I knew I had to get back to you but I didn't know how. I tried, I really did..." Stoph said until his sobs cut him off.

"Shh... it's OK. I'm here now. And you're with me," Steve smiled through his tears and hugged Stoph tighter. Soon, both men were asleep. 



A New Kind of Love Ch. 09



"Wake up, sunshines," a voice stirred Steve from his sleep.

"...eh... the fuck?" Steve grumbled. He felt something snuggle deeper into his arm. Then he remembered what had happened the night before. He smiled and looked at the small bundle curled under his arm. He looked at the long scar that covered his face and wished he could take that pain away from Stoph.

"Enough admiring your sleeping beauty. I have a present for you two," the voice interrupted Steve's thoughts again.

"Love..." Stoph moaned into his armpit. And his brow scrunched into a frown.

"No, I'm sorry. But being an angel and all, I can't really date. It's not you it's me," Michael smiled at the boy.

Stoph's brow scrunched tighter.

"Get up!" Michael shouted again.

"Jesus, what's made you so happy? Aren't you usually all calm and collected and all that bullshit," Steve mumbled and snuggled into Stoph's hair, inhaling his scent.

"Yeah, well, I have a present for you and Stoph. Stoph mainly. But whatever... you can be included too, now get UP!" Michael shouted and ripped the covers off the two. Both groaned and tried to snuggle into each other to keep warm.

"Of all the tortures of hell this is by far the worst," Stoph glared at the angel.

"Well someone got his sarcasm back," Michael laughed.

"Just cuz I'm crippled, don't think I can't still beat your ass like I did back in the 1400's," Stoph growled.

"You didn't win that fight. You just killed a third of the population of Europe with a plague. Then I was forced to retreat. I said, FORCED. I would have won if not for Gabriel," Michael reasoned.

"Talking needs to stop now," Steve grumbled.

"Forced my ass. You were scared," Stoph laughed.

"Was not," Michael glared.

"Was too," Stoph retorted.

Steve sat up. "Babe, I love you. And I'm glad you're not crazy anymore. But shut up and go back to sleep," Steve growled. Stoph laughed and curled back up.

"OK," he sighed.

"Not OK," Michael shouted.

"Get up, get up, get up, get up!" Michael jumped on the bed wings flailing. Both men groaned more. 

" Alright alright. We're up." Steve sat up and Stoph followed.

"Good! Now I can tell you the good news!" Michael jumped once more before sitting on the bed. Steve rubbed the sleep from his eyes and waited.

"Stoph, we've all been talking upstairs. And due to your recent... acts... we all have seen fit to give you back your wings," Michael said. Suddenly calmer and formal. Stoph was awake at once.

"What?! That's never happened before..." Stoph muttered.

Steve waved a hand in the air. "Remember guys, not an all-powerful super-being here. Put it in plain English for me." 

"There's two ways to become a Demon, Steve. One is you're born one of Lucifer's children," Stoph began. 

"The other is to have been created as an Angel and to have committed some crime of treason against the light and you fall from heaven. Losing your wings and falling into His world," Michael finished.

"So no Demon has ever gotten his wings back before?" Steve asked still not entirely understanding.

"It's more than just the wings themselves, Steve," Michael explained.

"If Stoph chooses to give up his dark magic. He will be endowed with his Light given powers again and be free from Lucifer's grasp. His soul will no longer belong to him," Michael said excitedly. Steve realized that was the first time he had heard the angel use the Devil's name.

Steve glanced at Stoph to see how he was taking all of this. He expected to see happiness or surprise or... something other than the heavy scowl he wore.

"What?" Steve asked.

"You're leaving out a key factor here, Michael," Stoph sighed. Steve looked toward Michael and his smile was gone as well.

"Yes... I know..." Michael sighed. He turned toward Steve. "Angels are forbidden from being with a human. In any way shape or form. He would have to leave you," Michael explained. Worry creasing the smooth skin.

"Oh..." Steve said. He suddenly felt tired again. "Could you give us a minute, Michael?" Steve asked. The angel nodded and walked into the living room.

"Stoph... I love you and I always will. No matter what happens. I know what a big deal this is... if this is what you want. Then you have to do this. And I'll support you," Steve said.

"I just got you back, I can't lose you again," Stoph sighed, putting his head in his hands.

"You also can't give this up. Being free from Lucifer... being free from dark magic. Being free from-" 

"You," Stoph interrupted. "There were reasons I broke the rules in Heaven, Steve. They were stupid. Possessive. I could do nothing I wanted to do. I could hardly think for myself without some higher ranking angel smashing out my thoughts," Stoph scowled.

"Escaping from Lucifer would be amazing, nd I would most likely take Michael up on his offer. If not for you. I know we were meant for each other. And I've been to hell and back to keep you, no pun intended," Stoph added. Steve smiled. 

Stoph's eyes were still filled with pain. But the light Steve had seen before was coming back already.

The two men hugged.

"Michael," Stoph called for his holy counterpart. 

"Have you decided?" Michael asked.

"Yes, I can't go. I can't leave Steve now that we finally found each other," Stoph explained. Michael looked sad but he also looked like he understood. 

"I figured you would be the dealbreaker," Michael smiled at Steve who held Stoph close. Steve smiled at the angel.

"I was told that if you refused this deal then I was to offer you another," Michael said, wings flexing in the small space.

Stoph looked surprised. "Which is?" 

"That you can stay here. With Steve. But I relinquish you of your Demonic capabilities. You will be human. Lucifer cannot touch you. Nor can we see each other again," Michael explained. 

"Sounds like a pretty damn good deal. Why didn't you offer me that one first?" Stoph laughed.

"I was kind of hoping you would want you wings back. I would like to stay friends," Michael admitted, cheeks turning red. Stoph laughed.

"Who would have ever thought after several lifetimes of fighting we would become..." Stoph searched for the word.

"Friends. I think we're friends," Michael smiled.

"I guess we are, aren't we," Stoph smiled back.

"We owe you a lot Michael. You helped Stoph. Then helped me. Then rescued Stoph. Even restored his sanity. There's no way to ever repay you," Steve said.

"Yeah, well. I try," the angel joked.

"I suppose you're taking the second deal then?" Michael asked. Steve glanced at Stoph and nodded his approval. Stoph turned back to Michael.

"Yes, I think we are," Stoph said. Michael smiled.

"Alright. Well then I guess this is goodbye. You two better be good though. I'll be checking in on both of you," Michael smiled.

The boys smiled back. Michael's hands began to glow and then he was gone. Stoph swayed and fell back on the pillows.

" Hehe, whoa," he giggled. Steve thought he looked high.

"Feel any different?" Steve asked.

" Feel... weak," Stoph scowled.

"You'll get over it," Steve laughed.

Stoph smiled back at Steve. His eyes still held a lot of sadness and fear. But light was creeping into them again.

"I love you," Steve sighed.

"And I love you," Stoph whispered back. Steve leaned in and Stoph and he shared a passionate kiss.

"I want you to take me," Stoph said. Steve looked back at him.

"Are you sure?" Steve asked.

"Yes, I'm human, so let's make it official," Stoph answered, but his eyes showed nervousness. 

Steve pushed Stoph onto his back. He knelt between his legs and bent kissing him more. Their kisses grew more and more passionate, until Stoph was gasping for breath. Steve crept lower and planted a trail of kisses down Stoph's jaw until he reached his neck. Where he sucked heavily leaving his mark there for all to see.

He kissed down his chest careful to avoid a burn on his side. There he sucked his right nipple into his mouth and bit at it softly. 

Stoph let out sighs and moans of approval. 

Steve moved his hand to flick and twist the other hard peak, before licking a trail down his abs to his underwear, which he made quick work of removing. Stoph's cock sprung to life as Steve's warm breath bathed it. He let out a soft moan of need and Steve wrapped a hand around his aching erection.

He began pumping Stoph's dick slowly, teasing the smaller man. Stoph began whimpering and purring in delight.

Steve sucked the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. He lapped at the slit where warm pre-cum dripped from. He loved the taste of Stoph as he sucked harder to get more of the juicy liquid.

He stopped pumping with his hand and Stoph moaned in protest. But Steve soon silenced his negative moans and replaced them with grunts of satisfaction when Steve slipped most of Stoph's dick into his warm waiting mouth.

Stoph thrusted his hips up trying to force more of his cock into Steve's mouth. But Steve held his hips down and lowered his mouth slowly onto the rock hard member. Stoph whimpered and more pre-cum dripped from his slit. 

When he had finally reached the bottom Steve began sucking Stoph's aching dick like his life depended on it. 

He wanted to make Stoph cum so the next part of their lovemaking could be slow and sensual. Not frantic for release.

After a short time of sucking Stoph cried out his release and Steve's mouth was filled with his warm seed. 

Steve moaned as he swallowed it down and felt Stoph's dick twitch at the vibrations.

Steve removed his mouth and smiled up at Stoph who was flushed and beginning to sweat. He panted softly and it only made Steve want to fuck him more. 

Steve crawled up Stoph's body until he was eye to eye with the smaller boy. He kissed him and Stoph could taste his own flavor on his tongue. Steve reached a hand between his legs until he reached his smooth hole. He slowly circled his finger around the boy's secret entrance. Stoph moaned into Steve's mouth and threaded his fingers through Steve's hair. Steve stopped suddenly.

"Fuck," Steve grumbled.

"What?" Stoph looked up at him confused.

"I don't have any condoms. But I haven't been with anyone since you," Steve admitted, blushing heavily.

"I've never been with anyone," Stoph replied blushing.

"And you have to be tested for your job frequently don't you?" Stoph asked.

"Yes, are you OK with this?" Steve asked. Stoph nodded his head and smiled. Steve reached over to the bed stand drawer and pulled out a small tube of KY. 

Stoph looked at him confused.

"For those lonely nights when I would think of you," Steve blushed harder. Stoph smiled and kissed him again. Steve squirted a bit of the jelly onto his finger before returning his hand to Stoph's hole. He slowly circled his finger over the tiny rosebud, warming the lube.

Stoph moaned and pushed back on his finger showing he wanted more. Steve used his other arm to push Stoph's knees up to his chest to give him more access. 

He slowly inserted the first finger into Stoph's warm channel. Stoph moaned and tried to hump back on Steve's digit. Steve took that as a good sign and began thrusting the finger in and out of Stoph's hole. 

"More, please," Stoph moaned. Steve inserted a second finger slowly into Stoph. He flinched as he felt a little more full before adjusting quickly and moaned loudly. Steve began to thrust his fingers in and out before he began to scissor them inside Stoph, trying to loosen his hole.

"I'm ready. Please, please, I need you inside me," Stoph begged. Steve's dick twitched at the words. He rose onto his knees and put his cock at Stoph's entrance. 

"Take a deep breath. It will hurt at first but it will feel really good soon," Steve kissed Stoph one more time before pushing his dickhead into the tight hole. Steve sighed at the tightness and wanted to ram into Stoph and take him roughly. But he also wanted to care for his lover and bring him pleasure too. Stoph hissed at the pain but adjusted quickly.

"More," Stoph panted. Steve pushed into his ass slowly. Soon his cock was all the way inside Stoph's warm channel. Steve moaned and held as still as he could waiting for Stoph to adjust. Stoph took a moment and tried to control his breathing which came in gasps. After a moment he began wiggling his butt back on Steve's dick.

"Please...." Stoph gasped, eyes closed. Steve began moving slowly pulling in and out of the glove-like tunnel.

"Oh God, babe, you're so hot... so tight," Steve moaned. Soon he was thrusting in and out of Stoph bringing a grunt from the smaller man every time he bottomed out. Soon the only sounds in the room we're the grunts and groans of the two men and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. 

Steve began pounding Stoph's ass relentlessly. And Stoph willingly accepted the assault. Steve pulled out suddenly and turned Stoph over onto his stomach. He pulled him up on his hands and knees before sliding his cock back into his warm depths. He pumped in long deep strokes, brushing against Stoph's prostate with every move of his dick. He had slowed his thrusts because he hadn't wanted to cum just yet. He wanted him and Stoph to climax at the same moment. He began purposely brushing Stoph's tiny button and Stoph responded. His dick leaked precum onto the sheets and Stoph moaned louder and grunted as Steve bottomed out inside him. 

"Stoph, I'm gonna come," Steve muttered between gasps. 

"Al-most... there," Stoph moaned, and pushed his ass back against Steve's thrusts.

He felt Stoph's channel clench around his dick as Stoph sprayed his release onto the sheets. 

"Ah, fuck," Stoph groaned his release. The tightening channel and Stoph's curse brought Steve over the edge. With one final push inside Stoph's tunnel he bathed his insides with his hot seed. 

Stoph moaned at the feeling of being filled with Steve's release. Satisfied that he had pleased him. Stoph collapsed, already falling asleep. Steve followed him before rolling onto his side to keep from crushing the smaller man. Stoph rolled so he was facing Steve and snuggled into his chest. He could feel Steve's cooling cum slipping from his asshole and dripping down his leg. Steve kissed his sweat dampened brow before grunting as he stood from the bed. 

He returned to the room and quickly cleaned Stoph of all cum and sweat before wiping his own dick free of lube and cum. He threw the rag into the hamper before curling back into bed with Stoph.

"I love you," Steve whispered into his ear.

"I love you too, forever," Stoph sighed into Steve's chest, content and satisfied. 

'Thank you, Michael. For everything,' Steve thought silently as sleep overcame him and his lover. An old chapter in their life ending, and a new one beginning.
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Author's Note:

Hello readers :) This is NaughtyCouture, Gweall's editor. We thought that a little note was in order after this story. 

First, I hope that everyone enjoyed the series! This is G's VERY first completed story! It's been done for a couple years now, and even I hadn't read it until the other night! 

Second, I know it might seem odd to put this up so soon after Angel Hunter (there are several years in between when they were written)... but as we start posting all of the completed stories, this one really will be important. I promise!

Thanks for reading!!!

~Naughty