11 comments/ 31557 views/ 31 favorites Heaven and Hell Ch. 01 By: kitten2010 New series :) you know what to do. Let me know what you think. Leave comments, send feedback so that I can improve and give you all my best. ******************* Hektor took his seat towards the back of the room to avoid the stares that followed him everywhere. He didn't really want to be at the auction, but his employer liked to show off his impressive private army. "Excuse me, madam, would you please bring me a bottle of wine?" he asked the serving girl, careful to keep his voice low and his expression empty. Still, the girl tripped over her own feet going to get the wine. Hektor sighed. He was much larger than average men, nearly six feet and ten inches, and very muscular. He was half-titan, a killing machine. His voice was like an earthquake, deep and rumbling. He knew people were frightened of him. On the battlefield, that was fine. During peacetimes though, it was a burden. It was hard to get intimate when the very sight of him sent potential lovers running. The servant brought the wine and rushed away after a quick, respectful bow. Hektor drank straight from the bottle as the festivities began. A young female slave was led to center stage and the auctioneer highlighted a few of her attributes before starting the bidding. Soon, she was sold and another girl took her place. Hektor finished his bottle by the time the fifth girl had been sold and really wanted more, but he didn't want to frighten anyone while trying to get the attention of the servants. "And now, for a special treat for those of you with exotic taste..." the announcer began. "A rare and exquisite creature from the celestial heights and the pits of hell." Hektor watched the stage now with rapt attention. The room was silent. Finally, a man holding a chain stepped onto the stage. Following behind him was something Hektor had never seen before. Part demon, part angel. A boy with creamy, perfect skin and patches of silver, leathery demon scales forming a star on his stomach and shoulders, clothed only with a belt and strip of cloth to hide his genitals. His hair was like pure snow, thick and hung perfectly straight just past his earlobes. He had horns that were dark as obsidian, but had been sanded down to dull, nearly flat surfaces. His lips were full and pink and the tips of sharp fangs peeked out. His wide eyes were different colors, one a stormy grey, the other emerald green. On his back were skeletal wings that seemed to be made of ragged black leather. Hektor felt a stirring in his cock. He wanted this beautiful creature. The unusual, beautiful boy was forced to his knees and the cheeks of his perfect ass spread, revealing a tight, pink opening. "Virginal," the auctioneer said. "Shall we start the bidding with five thousand in gold?" Hektor saw his employer's card go up. A slight buzzing in the back of his head made his eye twitch. Another patron topped the bid with six thousand. The bid was driven upwards, to ten thousand, eleven thousand...until finally it seemed to settle at twenty thousand gold bars. The auctioneer was about to call it and award the boy to Hektor's employer, when Hektor threw his card in the air. The room filled with whispers. Hektor looked around menacingly and they were silent. Furiously, the two men raised their bid again and again, driving the price to unheard of heights. Thirty thousand...forty thousand... Hektor stood. Those closest to him flinched away. "One hundred thousand gold bars," Hektor announced, letting his powerful voice reverberate throughout the room. After thirty painful seconds, Hektor was awarded the boy. *** Hektor supervised the slaves as the last of the gold bars were loaded onto a wagon. The accountants recounted to be sure the amount was right. It was more gold than anyone had ever seen, and everyone wondered where Hektor had gotten it. He let them wonder. He didn't want to have to explain to them that he would never die and had been a mercenary for seventy of his one hundred years. A carriage led by two dapple mares arrived and the auctioneer from the previous night was helped down by two attractive female slaves. He jerked the chain he was holding in his hand and the beautiful boy stumbled into the mud. Hektor's vision shook and his limbs started to tingle, ready for battle. He held himself back from ripping the man's head off and contented himself with nearly crushing all the bone's in the auctioneer's hand as he took the chain. "You must sign," the auctioneer said, cradling his red, swollen hand as his assistant presented Hektor with a crisp document. Once he had signed and the drivers left his courtyard he turned and looked down at the boy kneeling before him. Hektor bent down. The boy flinched and shivered with fear. The boy's fear made Hektor more self-conscious and it was difficult for him to control the trembling in his large hands as he removed the leather collar from the boy's white neck. Careful of the volume of his voice, Hektor asked as pleasantly as he could, "Would you like to come inside?" The boy rose to his feet, staring at Hektor the whole time. The boy stood at barely five feet and five inches tall. Hektor led him inside the manor. He considered taking his boy to the bedroom, but he didn't want to frighten the fragile young man who looked so small, still barely clothed. Instead he took his new companion to the parlor, a room filled with shelves upon shelves of books and expensive furniture. "Sit," Hektor instructed. The boy was startled by Hektor's voice and fled to a luxurious couch. Hektor turned and went to his quarters, where he retrieved one of his own finest shirts. He carefully presented it to the boy, who stared at it in silence. Slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements, Hektor unfolded the shirt and draped it over the boy's shoulders. He took the boy's hands and guided his arms into the sleeves and then slowly buttoned the shirt, feeling the heat rising from the boy's skin. Once he had finished, Hektor took a seat in the chair across from the boy. They sat in silence for a moment. "My name is Hektor," he said. The boy nodded and stared at Hektor in silence. "May I know your name?" Hektor asked delicately. The boy blinked twice and then whispered, "I am Gir." Hektor smiled. There was another stretch of silence and Hektor grew slightly irritated at the way Gir continued to stare at him. "Why are you looking at me?" Hektor nearly growled. Gir started to tremble. "I...I just..." "Answer!" Hektor barked. Gir's eyes filled with tears and he blurted, "Your...hair...is on fire." Hektor sheepishly ran his fingers through his coppery hair. He had, of course, expected a comment about his hulking size and he was both pleased and embarrassed by Gir's reply. "It's not fire," he said. "You may touch it if you'd like." Gir nodded nervously. Hektor kneeled in front of him again and the boy reached out. His small, delicate hand lightly brushed over Hektor's hair. The two smiled nervously. Hektor reached up and touched one of Gir's sanded down horns. He felt extremely colossal and clumsy as he touched someone so small and fragile. His large hand could have easily crushed Gir's head. He trailed his finger down the curve of the boy's jaw, on to his neck, and down to the collar of the borrowed shirt. Hektor undid the top buttons and started to touch the patch of demon hide on Gir's shoulder. Suddenly Gir shied away from Hektor's touches, gathering the material of the rather loose shirt around his body. "Why did you do that?" Hektor demanded. "I'm sorry," Gir replied quickly. His body began to shake. "Do you fear me?" Hektor asked. "Yes." Gir was sobbing now, tears streaming down his boyish face. "I'm sorry, so-so sorry." Hektor sighed and covered his face with his hand, trying to control his temper. Everything inside him wanted to just take what was his, what he had paid for. But how could he live with the guilt if he did that? "I won't hurt you," Hektor said, but he knew his tone was unconvincing even if his words were true. Gir continued to softly cry and Hektor grew less angry and more concerned. "S-sorry. I know I'm bad. I'm sorry. Please, I'm so s-s-sorry." Hektor stood and wrapped his arms around the boy. At first Gir fought to get away, but after a moment he pressed close to Hektor and let his tears fall. After about five minutes, Gir calmed himself and looked up at Hektor. "Master, I—" "Hektor. You are to call me Hektor." "I didn't mean to act so shamefully," Gir murmured. Hektor felt a warm rush from the pit of his stomach to his chest. "It wasn't shameful." The warmness in his chest throbbed. "You are scared, that's understandable. This is a strange place, I am a strange man." Gir timidly stroked Hektor's cheek. "You are not strange, Mas...Hektor." "Do you think so?" Gir nodded. "You are very nice. N-no one else has ever allowed me to wear...clothes." Hektor lightly touched Gir's hair and then slowly tilted his head down. With his other hand, he tilted Gir's chin up. Tears clung to Gir's long eyelashes like morning dew. Their lips met and it sent electricity through Hektor, down to his cock, which was now rapidly lengthening and thickening. A soft gasp left Gir's lips and he backed away from Hektor, and then pressed forward. Gir's soft lips parted and Hektor slid his tongue into the boy's sweet mouth. Hektor's hand left Gir's hair in order to free his cock from his pants. The throbbing organ bounced slightly as it was freed. Gir shivered and started to press against Hektor's tongue with his. Hektor's fingers fumbled with the buttons, but soon Gir's loose shirt fell open, the back sliding down to reveal his haunting wings. Hektor trailed kisses down to Gir's pert nipples and teased one with his tongue. Gir shivered and moaned softly. "Oh..." he panted. "Oh...please...no more." Hektor smiled and continued. Gir started to struggle. Hektor didn't mind it so much until suddenly Gir's knee collided with the side of his head. Hektor jerked away and felt like a swarm of bees had been disturbed right between his eyes, a rushing, buzzing feeling. He rose and towered over Gir, who had immediately realized his error. He cowered and sniffed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean...I'm so sorry." Hektor felt a tender lump forming close to his temple, which added to the feeling of losing control. He grabbed Gir by the wrist and forced the boy onto the floor, then twisted his arm and forced his face down to the floor. His tender ass was in the air and Hektor spanked him, barely controlling his force. Gir cried out in pain. "I'm sorry!" Hektor spanked him again. "This is how you repay my kindness?" he said through clenched teeth. He spanked the boy again, harder than he had meant to. The titan half of him reveled in causing the boy pain, but his human side held on enough to stop him from breaking the boy's pelvis as he spanked him again. Gir's pale ass was now red and he still trembled and sobbed. "I didn't mean to! Please!" Hektor sneered. "I had planned to be gentle," he hissed. Gir tried to wiggle free. "Please. Please, no. Can't I have a second chance? Please!" Hektor spat in his hand and rubbed it into the crack of Gir's ass. He penetrated the tight hole with one finger and Gir yelped. "Oh! Please stop. It hurts!" Hektor fingered him harder and Gir tried desperately to escape. His struggles grew more and more annoying until Hektor finally reached out at grabbed both of Gir's wings in his giant hand and yanked. Gir let out an unearthly scream of pain which shocked Hektor into letting him go completely. The frightened boy moved so quickly his image blurred. Gir found refuge in the fireplace. The flames rose around him, but did not burn him. Gir curled into the fetal position and sobbed. Hektor hung his head in shame. He'd hurt Gir. His temper had taken over once again and now the boy was surrounded by flame, unreachable, and all Hektor wanted was to reach out and stroke his hair again. "Come out, please," Hektor said softly. "No! You pulled my wings! You...you...jerk!" Gir shouted and started to sob harder. "Hurts...hurts..." "I regret doing that, Gir. Come out." "No!" "Please, give me a chance to explain." Gir yelped and the flames around him grew. "I have trouble with my temper," Hektor started to explain; though he wasn't sure the boy was listening. "I am half titan...do you know what that is?" The boy did not reply. Hektor shut his eyes tightly and began to confess. "Titans are cousins of giants, but violent. They like to hurt people and to destroy. I have a temper. I lost control. Please, Gir, I did not mean to hurt you so badly." When he opened his eyes, Hektor saw that the flames had died and Gir was timidly crawling out of the fireplace. His tears had left white trails in his soot covered face and pieces of ash had settled in his hair. "You look tired," Hektor said gently. "Follow me, I'll show you my bed. You can rest." Gir hiccupped and stood to follow Hektor. *** Hektor left the room once Gir had drifted off to sleep nestled in the many pillows that decorated his bed. He paced the rooms of his manor, wondering how he should be feeling. He had been completely wrong to strike the boy. The fact that he had penetrated Gir's virginal opening against his will was utterly immoral. But why did Hektor care? He was a cold, seasoned warrior. He had fought in wars long before Gir's parents had even been created. He had killed so many men he could no longer bear to think of it. He had fought on both sides of a war, turning against his own friends. Nothing mattered to him. But Gir...so soft, beautiful, innocent... Hurting him that way was the worst thing Hektor had ever done. He had to make it right. He went into the kitchen area. His cook was gone to the market so Hektor stepped outside into the small garden. He took in a deep breath of fresh air and let it out, along with a growl of frustration. He stared at the garden, hoping to find answers, but instead he found a ripe honeydew melon. Hektor wondered if Gir had ever tasted the fruit before. He carried the melon inside and sliced it. He was not skilled with handling food and managed to cut his own finger before he was able to cut the melon into small pieces. He placed the pieces into a wooden bowl and carried it to his bedroom where he sat and waited for Gir to open his eyes. Gir yawned and stretched, much like a kitten, and Hektor's heart melted. "I brought you something," he said. Gir jerked in surprise and then blushed. "I'm sorry." "Don't apologize." Gir nodded. "Sorry." He flinched, as if expecting punishment, but none came. "Have you ever tasted melon?" Gir shook his head. "I brought you some. To sort of...apologize for earlier." Gir moved his wings slightly, as if remembering the pain. "I deserved it." "No... no, you did not." Gir wrapped his arms around his shins and stared at Hektor. Hektor shifted uncomfortably and then sat on the bed. He took a piece of fruit in his hand and held it in front of Gir's mouth. Gir's small, pink tongue darted out to taste it. His eyes lit up from enjoyment of the sweetness. Hektor trailed the fruit over Gir's lips, before allowing him to bite it. The boy closed his eyes and sighed with appreciation. Hektor continued to feed Gir until the boy had had his fill. Hektor then kissed the traces of sweetness on Gir's lips. As much as he wanted to, Hektor knew he couldn't push it any further than gentle kisses. Instead, he gathered Gir into his arms and pet the boys hair. He felt Gir yawn and stretch a little and then the beautiful boy relaxed against Hektor's chest and slept again. Heaven and Hell Ch. 02 The next morning, Hektor decided it would be best to give Gir his space. He had to be careful now. He'd already made a huge mistake and he couldn't afford to mess things up any more. Hektor called on an elderly servant named Moka. He rarely asked her to do things and she was nearly useless, but he kept her around because he was sort of fond of her. She was more than happy to take care of Gir and Hektor trusted her. "Moka, I need you to take care of him. Make sure he gets a bath. Use the expensive oils. Then put some herbs on his bruises, and not the common stuff. Use the epione that's with my battle gear and mix it with the iaso oil. Find him some clothes, any of my shirts will work well enough for now, but also call on the tailor to make him a few tunics. Be sure he has a meal as well; tell cook he may have anything he wishes." Moka nodded. Though she was very old, Hektor knew she would remember every detail and complete each task. "Master likes this boy?" Hektor nodded. "Very much. Be sure he is happy. I'm going to be gone all day. I'm joining the officers for battle practice." Hektor didn't particularly want to leave, but he knew if he stayed home he wouldn't be able to keep from touching the boy. He dressed in light armor and carried a dull sword with him as he left, confident that Moka would take excellent care of Gir. *** The ground seemed to shake around Hektor and his final training partner fell. He flung down his weapon and sat in the shade of a tree. His desire to see Gir was overwhelming. He wanted to see the boy. To touch his soft skin. Kiss him. Lick him. Suck him. He groaned and punched the tree trunk, shaking loose a majority of the leaves. At this rate he'd never be able to hold back. Especially when he knew he didn't have to. The boy was his property. Hektor could do what he wanted. Gir didn't have to like it. But deep down, Hektor wanted Gir to like it. He wanted more than just a fuck. He wanted a lover. He wanted Gir to tremble with desire, to cry out his name in ecstasy. So, no matter how difficult it was, Hektor knew he was going to win Gir's affection somehow. Hektor was so caught up in his own thoughts that the man who had arrived at his side took him off guard. "Sir," he grunted, performing a quick salute to his employer. "It was nice to see you participating in the auction," the man said in his genteel accent that made Hektor want to punch things. Hektor had nothing to say, so he nodded. "You made a very interesting purchase." "Yes..." "It was an item I had hoped to enjoy as well." Hektor didn't like the way Azlon made Gir sound like he wasn't even alive. Hektor didn't trust himself to reply and started to grind his teeth, wanting nothing more than this encounter to end. "I spoke to the auctioneer about it. Quite an interesting story how the creature came about. Did you bother to learn its origins?" "I haven't," Hektor replied curtly. "It occurred at the end of the Celestial Wars, nineteen years ago. A demon raped an angel. Funny how such a tragedy would produce such an appealing thing. Of course, the creature was held in captivity. Scientists determined it was of no use to civilized people." Azlon shifted his weight casually. "I had been interested in this creature for a long time. I'm sure you did not know that. I would be willing to buy it from you." Hektor made a low grumbling noise in his throat. "With all due respect, sir, you don't have the funds to match what I paid for him and if you did, I have no intention to sell him." Hektor walked away, neglecting to bow and salute to his employer. It wasn't the wisest move, and he knew that eventually he may regret it. *** Hektor returned to find Gir hovering over a meal on a tray in the parlor. He was wearing another one of Hektor's shirts, and a hole had been cut through the back to allow his wings room. Hektor got close enough to see the slice of bread had a few bites missing and it looked like Gir may have nibbled at the cheese. Some of the meat had been chewed up but spit out. His glass of wine was untouched, as well as the bowl of strawberries with an accompanying bowl of fine sugar. Hektor knelt beside Gir. "You should try everything, it's all very good." Gir looked at Hektor and quickly looked away. "Ye-yessir." Hektor positioned himself behind the boy and lifted the crystal glass of wine to Gir's lips. "Taste this." Gir tilted his head and let the wine run over his tongue. He wrinkled his nose and Hektor smiled as he set the glass down. "I gather you don't like it?" "It's...different." Hektor took a strawberry and rolled the fruit in the sugar and offered it to Gir. "What is it?" he asked. "It's a strawberry with sugar." "I've heard of strawberries but...what's sugar?" Hektor set the berry down and swirled his index finger in the sugar. "It's very sweet. Try it." Gir was hesitant and looked up shyly at Hektor, who was doing his best to smile kindly. Gir blushed and Hektor's finger slid in his mouth. Hektor's body reacted to the suggestive action. He couldn't help but imagine that warm, slippery sensation on another part of his body. He brought his face close to Gir's neck and breathed in his scent. It was like mint, but also a faint smell of something burning. To Hektor, it was the best smelling thing he'd ever experienced. He wanted to lick the skin that smelled so good, but he refrained. Instead he fed Gir a sugar-coated strawberry. Gir sipped at the wine and developed a taste for it. He finished his glass and leaned back against Hektor. "I'm a...a little sort of dizzy," he said softly. Hektor smiled. The boy was probably nearly drunk off of one glass of wine. "Do you feel sick?" Hektor asked. "No...dizzy...and warm." Gir reached up and gently touched Hektor's cheek. "I l-like your face, did you know that? You're really...very handsome." He blushed and then laughed. "Why does that make you laugh?" "Because..." Gir laughed more. "You're a man." "Yes I am," Hektor said. He couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled so much. "I'm a man too...but I'm a much littler man than you." Gir was running his hands over the hard, muscular planes of Hektor's chest. "Yes, that's true." Gir pressed his cheek against Hektor's chest and sighed. "Warm..." Gir was still for a few moments and it seemed that he had fallen asleep. Hektor couldn't resist and slowly started to unbutton Gir's borrowed shirt. Gir whimpered and backed away. Hektor made a soft hushing noise and touched Gir's soft, snow-colored hair. "Relax," he said, running his fingers around the base of the sanded down black horns. Gir seemed to have calmed down, but when Hektor began to finish unbuttoning his shirt, Gir whimpered again. "I won't hurt you this time," Hektor said. "I won't force anything inside you. I just want to run my hands over your body. You're so perfect." Gir mumbled and shifted in Hektor's arms. "Do you remember....remember...when you kissed me?" "Yes." "I liked that part." Hektor tightened his grip on Gir and lifted him closer, so they were so close that Hektor could smell the wine on Gir's lips. "Do you want me to kiss you again?" Gir shifted forward and planted hot, wet kisses along Hektor's jaw line before he found Hektor's mouth. When he did, he wasted no time sliding his tongue into Hektor's mouth. Suddenly, he pulled away and hugged Hektor with as much strength as he could gather. "Don't hurt me," he pleaded. Hektor kissed Gir's forehead and stroked his hair. "I won't." He removed Gir's shirt and ran his hands over Gir's lower back. The skin was so smooth, aside from the interesting velvety sensation of the demon skin on his side. Hektor gently laid Gir on the floor and slid his hand into the underwear that Gir had been provided with. He found Gir's shaft was partially stiff and a drop of liquid was at the tip. He gripped the organ and leaned down to lick at Gir's neck. When his tongue reached Gir's collarbone, Gir's whole body shivered and arched in reaction. Hektor felt Gir grow a little harder in his hand. Hektor freed his cock from his pants to give the rapidly growing organ room. He licked Gir's pink nipples and the boy squirmed and panted. His rapid breathing was almost musical. Hektor started to stroke the boy's now fully erect dick. He realized that Gir was actually humming in delight. Hektor smiled and pulled away Gir's underwear. He brought his face close to Gir's dick and was about to take it into his mouth, but it seemed his hot breath, along with rhythmic stroking, was enough to send the boy over the edge. Gir arched and made a sound like a chord on a harp as hot semen shot into Hektor's waiting mouth. After his orgasm had finished, Gir was still trembling. Hektor kissed Gir gently. Both his halves, the titan and the man, finally agreed on something. "Mine," he whispered. *** Gir woke up with an awful pain in his head. His mouth tasted bad and he felt slightly nauseous. He tried to move, but soon discovered that he couldn't. He smiled. Maybe he was still in Hektor's arms. But no, he realized, and fear washed through him. He was much too cold. He opened his mouth and struggled to find his voice. "H-h-hektor?" There was no reply. He finally gathered the courage to open his eyes and look around and he started to scream. He'd only been a child the last time he'd been in a place like this, but he knew what it was. He was strapped to a table. Different instruments surrounded him. He saw the vials for collecting blood, and probes that had pressed against his skin to test his reactions, and the measuring tool that was so cold. It was only a matter of time before the scientists would come. Heaven and Hell Ch. 03 Hektor could barely move. He struggled on his bed, helpless because of the tranquilizing drug that he had been injected with. His anger had only grown as he watched the cowards that had attacked him bind Gir's wrists, ankles, and wings. All he could manage was a ragged cry as they took his boy away from him. For hours he had struggled like a helpless child, planning his revenge. He pictured killing them, but that didn't satisfy his anger enough. Finally his efforts paid off and he rolled to the floor. Struggling, he lifted his head and tried to rise to his feet, but he was still too weak. He tried to shout, but his voice was lost for the time. He dragged himself along using his forearms. He cursed mentally every second that passed, knowing that the longer he took to act the longer Gir was in the hands of those men and whoever had hired them. Hektor was certain that Azlon was behind it. The man would pay dearly for his mistake. *** Gir wiggled against his restraints but he could not move his limbs at all. Leather straps held him to the cold table. All he could do was shiver and feel ashamed of his naked body on display. He knew they were watching him somehow, even if he couldn't see them. A hot tear slid down his cheek. They had taken the shirt that belonged to Hektor. The door opened, but Gir was tied down too tightly to see who had come in. A cloth suddenly covered his eyes and the world was dark. He felt a strap against his cheek and then a firm sphere was stuffed into his mouth. He felt the straps tighten around his face and he could no longer move his head at all. He whimpered and struggled, knowing it was useless but he was too terrified to think clearly. He heard the whir of the spinning grindstone getting closer and closer. Finally it contacted the horn on the left side of his head and he felt like he would die. He sobbed helplessly, still trying desperately to get free. Over the sound of the grinding, he heard laughter and he gave up. After the mysterious people had finished grinding down both of his horns nearly down to his skull, they removed the gag. A bit of drool ran down his cheek and he whimpered. "Hektor?" he said. "Please...hurry..." "He's not coming," a man with a very odd accent spoke coldly. "He is," Gir sobbed. "He'll come. He likes me." "Then why did he give you to me?" "No..." Gir sniffed and tried to remember. But he didn't. He didn't remember being brought to this place. He remembered Hektor touching him and kissing him, making him feel so good, and then a blank nothingness. "He tested you and decided something is wrong. He gave you to us because you do not please him." "Liar!" Gir accused, sounding like a small child as he wept. "Hektor will come save me." *** Hektor clutched his chest. He didn't want to rest, but his body was screaming to. The medic had warned him that though the antidote would take away the effects of the paralyzing drug he should still rest. Of course Hektor hadn't listened. It had been decades since the last time he had tracked and his senses were dull. He was losing time. The signs had led him so far into the forest he wasn't even sure anymore. He'd lost the trail. He closed his eyes and let out a low, guttural roar. Where had he gone wrong? He'd followed the scent from his house to the edge of the forest, but the trail had disappeared all of a sudden. How had they done it? He knelt to the ground and searched for any sign at all that someone had passed by this way. There was nothing. The scent was gone. He'd even backtracked, trying to see where he'd deviated but it was just gone. The forest around him was still as he searched his mind for an idea. There had to be something he could do to get his Gir back. *** Gir cringed when the blindfold was removed. A very pale man was standing over him. The man had long black hair that was slicked back and wore a high collared black jacket. He didn't look like any scientist Gir had ever seen, but still he looked familiar. The man touched Gir's neck and Gir winced. He could feel how cold the man's skin was through his glove. "Hello," the man hissed right next to Gir's ear. He was the same man with the accent, the one who was a liar. Gir let out an involuntary squeak of terror and the man laughed. "You fear me. I smell it." The man breathed in deeply. "Its delicious." Gir felt his lips trembling but he fought to keep his tears back. He was scared to cry again in front of this man because he had a sick feeling the man liked it. Gir didn't want this crazy man getting the better of him. He wasn't worthless anymore. Hektor cared about him. He gathered up his courage and spat at the man's face. "I'm not afraid" The man fished a handkerchief out of his pocked and cleaned his face with out a change in his expression. "Then I will make you afraid," he said darkly and he snapped his fingers. Two mountainous men moved forward from the shadows. One gripped him roughly as the other undid his restraints. The last thing he saw before they pulled a dark hood over his head was that they both had one eye. *** Hektor awakened violently. He hadn't remembered falling asleep. A pungent odor filled the air and his titan half was screaming in rage. For a moment he feared it meant Gir had died, but the memories slowly came back to him. Hektor shook his head in disbelief. There was no way it was possible. Kyklopes were extinct, killed off long ago by their natural enemy the titans. But there was nothing else that could recreate that awful smell and nothing else that would cause the titan in him to become even more bloodthirsty than usual. He followed the smell. Part of him hoped that it would lead him to Gir, but he prayed that Gir wasn't near the kyklopes. Any race that the titans had wiped out for being too brutal was guaranteed to be horrific. *** Gir was forced to his knees onto the cold ground. He feared the worst as he waited for them to decide what to do to him. He heard the man walking around him and finally, "Pluck his wings." "No!" Gir shouted, forgetting all thoughts of being brave. "I'm afraid now. You win. I'll do anything. I'll do whatever you want." His pleas did nothing and the two one-eyed monsters gripped his wings close to the base. He screamed and struggled until he heard a loud crash and then he was still. He heard things happening, but couldn't see. "H-hektor? Hektor! Save me..." *** Hektor froze for a moment, shocked at what he saw. Kyklopes. How could it be? He didn't question long. The dumb creatures were so shocked by his arrival that he easily blinded them both and they vanished in a cloud of smoke. He knew the beasts could not be behind it all and looked around for the true mastermind. He only saw the man for a moment, but that was enough for him to know he was dealing with something much worse than he'd originally thought. His jealous employer was nothing compared to the vampire standing in front of Gir. In the blink of an eye, he was gone, but Hektor knew that it wouldn't be over that easily. Gir was calling for him and for a moment Hektor felt ashamed. The kyklopes had been about to do what Hektor easily could have done by mistake the first day he'd had Gir. He banished those thoughts and rushed to Gir's side, but still something inside him asked, 'Am I really a monster?' He couldn't dwell on that for long because Gir whimpered and reached up to touch Hektor's face. "I knew it," he said. Hektor made a soft hushing sound he hadn't ever made before and pet the top of Gir's head. His snowy hair was red and sticky with blood where his horns had been sanded down too far. "I knew you would come," Gir said weakly. "I knew." Hektor put his finger over Gir's soft lips. "Be quiet now. I'm going to take you home." He moved his finger away and gently kissed Gir and then lifted him, keeping him safely tucked in his arms as he walked out of the forest and back home. *** Gir woke up feeling warm and comfortable. He was on Hektor's bed covered by a blanket. He felt Hektor's big arms around him. It looked like Hektor had fallen asleep while watching over Gir. That made him feel tingly. Hektor really did like him. He wiggled closer and kissed Hektor's cheek. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep, still smiling. Heaven and Hell Ch. 04 Hello, readers, Sorry I've been MIA. Its getting near the end of the semester and needless to say its been a while since I've had time to write. For those of you waiting for the next installment of College Days, expect it around Christmas. Love always, kitten2010 ************************************** Hektor woke feeling sore and heavy. Alarm rushed through him, all too familiar, at finding himself alone in his bed. He stumbled to his feet, reaching for the nearest weapon. He rushed into the hall like a madman and turned threateningly at the first sound he heard, raising his sword. Glass shattered and Gir scrambled away. It took Hektor a moment to register what had happened. He dropped his weapon and knelt down, pulling Gir away from the shattered mess of a meal on a tray before he cut himself trying to clean. Gir jumped at Hektor's touch and started to speak frantically. "I'm sorry! I-I didn't think...I wanted...I'm sorry..." Hektor gently wiped the tears from Gir's pale cheeks and kissed the warm skin of his forehead. The large man ran his fingers through Gir's snowy hair. He was careful, always careful. Gir was fragile like the porcelain dishes that had just been shattered and Hektor had to constantly remind himself to be gentle. "You frightened me," Hektor said in a low tone. "Hektor, I'm sorry. I just w-w-wanted to bring you b-br-breakfa-fa...food." Hektor smiled and held Gir's slim body closer to his chest. "I did not like awakening without you next to me. After yesterday's events, I'm sure you understand why." Gir shuddered at the memory, pressing his cheek over Hektor's heart. He whimpered and started to quiver. Hektor felt a pull in his chest, an overwhelming need to protect Gir. One thing he was certain of was that they could not remain in his manor near the Capitol. He took Gir by the hand and led him to the parlor. He found that sitting in the room surrounded by his books helped him think and he needed to act quickly. Hektor set Gir on the couch and slumped into his favorite chair by the fire. Hektor decided it was safest to assume that everyone would betray them. After all, the vampire was probably capable of extracting information from anyone. Hektor knew he would have to plant false leads and lies everywhere. A small meow preceded a mangy looking cat. Hektor grunted in frustration. He had told the cook a thousand times not to let those flea bitten creatures in the house. Gir squealed in delight and slid to the floor. The animal rubbed against him and purred. "Hektor, look!" "Hush, Gir," Hektor snapped, and then immediately felt apologetic. "I'm sorry." He reached out and patted Gir on the head. Gir accepted his apology with a smile and scooped up the cat before sitting down at Hektor's feet. Surprisingly, the feral cat did not protest to being hugged and cuddled. Hektor idly watched Gir's interaction with the feline as his mind worked out a plan. Gir wrinkled his nose and sneezed which made Hektor smile. He stood and held his hand out for Gir. "Alright, put that thing outside." Gir kissed the cat on the top of its head. "Its my friend," he said softly. Hektor sighed. "Go ask the cook to help you feed your friend then." Gir scampered off delightedly and Hektor shook his head. He stretched and let out a low, frustrated groan. He stood with his feet shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind his back. Finally, he formulated a plan. He yanked a red velvet rope, triggering the bells located all over his estate that would call his employees immediately to him. He instructed them to wait in the hall and come in one by one to receive their tasks. The first was instructed to have a tailor make clothing suitable for a hot climate, ready the next day, no matter the cost. The second was sent to request cold weather clothing from the other tailor in town with the same instructions regarding time and money. The third was to pack a portion of Hektor's belongings and send them to his southern estate. The forth would take another portion of Hektor's belonging to his home on the coast. The fifth was sent to Hektor's employer, firstly to deliver Hektor's resignation and secondly to bribe him not to let anyone know of this and to mobilize his army anywhere he desired. Hektor continued in this way, forbidding every servant to discuss their task with anyone and sending each to do a chore that hinted to every possible destination until he had run out of servants. He went to the kitchen to find Gir on his hands and knees on the floor, bottom in the air, at eye level with the cat that was drinking milk from a saucer. Desire hit him and he knew he had to find a release. "Gir, come with me," Hektor said. Gir jumped in surprise and scrambled to his feet. "Leave the cat," Hektor said, noticing that Gir was reaching for the animal. Hektor took Gir by the hand and led the way to the bedroom. Gir stumbled along, trying and failing to match Hektor's much longer strides. Hektor closed the door and pulled Gir close to him, inhaling his sweet scent before pressing their lips together. Gir squeaked in surprise but did not resist as Hektor's tongue slid into his mouth. Hektor's hand rested firmly on Gir's lower back, pressing the slender, soft body against his hard muscles. Gir pulled away from the kiss, but kept his body pressed close to Hektor's. He sighed and looked up at Hektor. His multi-colored eyes both sparkled with desire; the stormy grey and emerald green enchanting as always. Hektor led Gir to the bed. "Lay down," he said. "H-Hektor...what..." Hektor knelt down and started to strip away Gir's clothes. "I'm going to do something that will be very relaxing. You may ask me to stop at anytime and I promise I will. I assure you though, you won't want me to stop." Gir bit his bottom lip and the moment his last stitch of clothing was removed he laid down on his stomach. Hektor started to gently massage Gir's shoulders, feeling the tension fade away. Hektor had to concentrate on each act, careful not to apply too much force. He moved to the base of Gir's wings, feeling he owed that particular area attention because of the fading bruises there. Hektor studied the area, noting the black velvet that covered the areas closest to the place where wing met back. With one finger, he touched the spot. It was soft as he had guess. Gir whimpered. At first Hektor was worried that he would be asked to stop, but it was not a sound of fear. Gir's eyes were shut tight, his teeth pressed to his bottom lip. Clutching handfuls of the bedspread, Gir made tiny humping movements with his hips. Hektor shifted his position so that he could kiss the patches of velvety skin while one hand trailed down Gir's back. Gir sighed and made a soft, musical sound. Hektor gave one perfect globe a light squeeze and wetted his finger in his mouth to trail it over the tight, virginal hole. Gir shivered with anticipation. Hektor moved again, now kneeling on the floor beside the bed and reaching up to spread the firm cheeks apart. He sighed in appreciation of the pink rosebud in front of him. The moment Hektor's tongue made contact, Gir's body seemed to be out of his control. He was panting and moaning and felt like his entire body was jerking with each new wave of sensation. The friction of his erection against the bedspread and Hektor's tongue teasing at a sensitive spot brought Gir to new heights of pleasure before again the amazing feeling shot through him and he shuddered, making sounds so alien to him that he wasn't even sure they came from his mouth. Hektor stood and looked at the beautiful boy on his bed. He looked dazed, but very happy. "Hektor..." "Yes?" "What is this?" Hektor sat on the side of the bed. "What do you mean, Gir?" Gir sat up and looked at the white, sticky substance on his thighs and stomach. "That thing....the thing you did just now...and before, you did it then too." Hektor smiled and laughed a little. "That was an orgasm, Gir." "Can I have more?" Hektor's erection throbbed at that. "Yes, there will be plenty more." "Do you have those too?" Hektor stood and stripped off his shirt. "Yes, I do." "Can...can I...um..." Hektor removed his pants and sat on the bed again. Gir stared with his mouth slightly agape at the eight inches between Hektor's legs. He reached out timidly, pressing his finger to the head that was oozing pre-cum. Hektor took Gir's hand in his and guided him to grip the throbbing organ and then to slide his hand up and down. Gir knelt on the floor to get a better view. Hektor removed his hand and watched as Gir slowly jacked him. Gir watched every movement, fascinated by Hektor's cock. It was much larger than his own and strangely beautiful, hard and yet velvety and surrounded at the base by curly rust colored hair. "What do I do now, Hektor?" he whispered. Hektor patted Gir's head. "Lick it. All over," he instructed. Gir obeyed, timidly at first. A glob of salty pre-cum coated his tongue. He liked the taste. He wanted more. He took the head into his mouth and ran his tongue over it, searching for that taste. He sucked lightly, trying to entice more of it. Hektor gasped and watched Gir's experimentations. As he sucked on Hektor's cock, Gir started to toy with Hektor's balls. At first he just held the heavy orbs in his small hand, but soon he began to massage them and the sensitive patch of skin behind them. Hektor moaned and Gir backed away in surprise. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked. "No. You did everything right." Gir started to suck the head of Hektor's cock again, teasing with his tongue. Hektor put a hand behind Gir's head and coaxed him in to taking more of it into his mouth and then gently guiding him into a bobbing motion. Gir responded enthusiastically and as Hektor moaned Gir made his own musical sounds of pleasure that sent delicious vibrations through Hektor's body. The sensation brought him over the edge and he had only a few moments to pull his cock out of Gir's mouth. Rope after rope of white semen coated Gir's chin and chest. As a half-titan, Hektor ejaculated much more than the average human. When the streams had subsided, Gir licked Hektor's cock clean and then looked up at him with a pout. "Hektor...more." Hektor leaned forward and cleaned away the cum that coated Gir's chin with his first two fingers and Gir eagerly cleaned it away. The process was repeated until Gir's soft skin was completely clean. Hektor hoisted Gir onto his lap and kissed his cheek. "I like that," Gir said softly. "I like you." "I love you," Hektor said. Gir turned and looked up at Hektor. "What is love?" Hektor wrapped his arms tightly around Gir. "How do you feel right now, with me?" Gir sighed. "Warm. Special. Dizzy." "Are you happy?" Gir giggled. "Yes." "Well, that's love." "Can we love again sometime?" Hektor smiled. "We can love for the rest of our lives."