Warning: This story contains male/male relationships. If that offends you, don’t read.

            This is a short side story to ‘The Life Of A Gay Slayer’ and revolves around Ishriel and Sharael. There’ll only be about 4 or 5 chapters because I think these two have less problems than poor Rick and Kitten.

            Any comments are always appreciated. I just like to know lots of people are reading and enjoying my writing. Anyway, on with the story.

            With every floor that would tick by as the elevator rose I felt a nervous twinge in my stomach. What was I doing here? This was insane. I didn’t even like men, and he was a demon, and a very dangerous one at that. I knew he had only been teasing me when he had kissed me, but I still couldn’t help feeling there was a connection between us. The same connection that had made me so nervous when I had seen him standing there at the front door, that sweet smile curving his pouty lips. He had looked so completely innocent until he had spoken, confusing me with brash confidence.

            I was staring at the door to his room now. I would have to go through with this, at least to have not wasted all the money I had given the staff to allow me up here unannounced. Not to mention the time and resources it had taken to track him down in the first place. Taking a deep breath I was about to knock when I suddenly thought better of it. If he knew I was coming because I knocked he’d probably just teleport again. No, I had to do something to make it so he had to stay and listen to me, not that I knew what I was going to say. Whispering a soft chant under my breath I sent magic out cautiously, as subtly as possible to make it so nothing, or no one, in the rooms beyond could teleport for at least three hours. That should give me enough time.

            That done I turned the handle, sending out a blessing to the gods that the door hadn’t been locked. Then the thought occurred to me that maybe he wasn’t even in there. In fact he probably wasn’t. So with that in mind I walked quickly into the room, closing the door and looking around sadly. There was no one there. On some impulse I went to the door I assumed led to the bathroom, but opening it I discovered it was actually a bedroom. And Sharael was there. My mouth dropped open and I feared I would drool, despite the fact that I wasn’t supposed to be attracted to males. But then who could blame me when he looked the way he did?

            He obviously didn’t like heat because even though the air conditioning was on he was sprawled on top of the sheets, only a thin silk nightshirt covering some of his lithe body. His long legs were bare and I couldn’t help but move closer, marvelling at how delicate he was. I don’t think I’d ever seen anyone so thin and delicate without looking anorexic. Despite his thinness he did have nice curves and no prominent bones. He was beautiful. It was that simple. Was that why I felt drawn to him? Merely for his beauty? Was I really that shallow?

            Moving closer I eased myself down on the bed, freezing when he stirred a little, but his eyes didn’t open. Not being able to resist I reached out, running fingers through his hair, amazed by the velvety softness of it. He was perfect, every inch of him, from his warm porcelain-like skin to his delicately pointed ears. Silvery-white lashes suddenly fluttered and I held my breath as large rubies opened, staring up at me.

            “What are you doing?” His voice was so quiet that I almost couldn’t make out the words, but at the same time my arousal stirred further, entranced by the soft huskiness it held. I was sure he could put a spell on someone with his voice alone, it was so entrancing I could have happily listened to it for all eternity.

            “I… I came to see you.” I winced at first, my own voice sounding coarse and vulgar in comparison to his soft whisper. He blinked before a sneer marred his pretty face.

            “Well, you have seen me, so leave, slayer.” His voice was still beautiful but there was now a meanness to it and I knew it would probably be wise to do as he said. Leave. But I couldn’t, and I kept my fingers tangled in his soft hair, refusing to give up so easily.

            “Now that I’ve seen you I’ve decided I want to kiss you.” I was shocked myself at my bold words, it was as if something from deep within me was making me at ease, and I knew then that Sharael was mine. He had always been mine and he always would be, he just didn’t know it yet.

            “Really? So kiss me then.” It sounded like a taunt, hardly an invitation but I moved over him swiftly, leaning down to kiss those soft pouty lips, gently at first and then harder as he didn’t move away. Yet he lay still. Giving me nothing until I ran my tongue across his bottom lip, and he finally opened up, letting me taste him thoroughly. It was even better than the kiss we had shared before and something must have broke inside him because he suddenly became very involved with my touch. We soon ended up a tangle of naked and sweaty limbs on the large bed, a few curls of white hair sticking to his face with the dampness of our impassioned state. I had never felt such heat or excitement before and afterwards I could only find the strength to collapse on top of his delicate body.

            “Get off me, oaf.” He ordered quietly, untangling my hand buried in his damp hair. I sighed deeply, managing to roll off him. “You humans really have no stamina, you’re not particularly good either.” I was insulted and hurt, how could I not be? It had been an amazingly passionate experience for me and I couldn’t understand why he didn’t felt the same. “It’s simple really.” He answered my silent question, letting me know just how much more powerful than me he was. “You coming in here and shoving you dick up me, pumping a few times; that doesn’t do it for me. It never has. I hate crude sex, it bores me. Now get your sorry self off my bed and go slink back to your gang.”

            Wow. He was one fucking nasty bitch. Yet I still felt annoyingly drawn to him. “No. You did enjoy that, you can’t deny it.” I knew I was right, and the way he narrowed his fiery eyes angrily only helped to strengthen my certainty. He was acting defensively. He didn’t like the fact that he had just enjoyed a mere human fucking him, and he hated the way he was drawn to me in the same way I was to him.

            “You really think you know me so well, you foolish child?” Moving away from me he grabbed his discarded nightshirt, slipping it back on, covering all that gorgeously pale skin from view. “You have no idea what I think.” He smiled then, and I should have known I was in trouble, but I just lay on the bed, thinking I could talk him into admitting the fact he wanted me. How wrong I was. “You and your pathetic spells. Do you not think at all? So you made it so I can’t teleport out of here? Now why would I want to do that in the first place? This is my room.” Pointing one delicate hand in my direction he blew me a kiss.

            Next thing I knew I was falling. A cry of shock and fear left me before I hit cold water hard, sinking and floundering until I managed to gather enough strength to resurface. Spluttering and gasping I looked around frantically, relieved when I realised where I was. Wading to the edge of the pool I merely floated there, holding onto the side. I hoped no one else would come in and notice my naked and flustered state. The last thing I needed was Trey cursing me for ruining her pool.

            What a disastrous attempt at seducing the pretty demon that had been. But my mind was already working on another plan. I had seduced hundreds (maybe a slight exaggeration) of women, I could seduce one demon. I could and I would.

***

            All my plans were wasted. He must have left the country because I could find no trace of him anywhere. Over the past week I had spent thousands trying to track him down but it did no good. But then I don’t know why I had thought I could track him down when he didn’t want to be found. Him, the demon who had eluded the world covens for over a century. I never had a hope of finding him. Usually to take away sadness I would go out with a bunch of my friends, get drunk and screw the first pretty woman I came across. But I didn’t feel like calling any of my friends, besides I couldn’t tell them about this problem. I couldn’t tell them I was in love with a demon. That I was sure this demon was my soulmate.

            So I walked into the crowed nightclub, the stuffy air hitting me the instant I pushed my way in, the loud music cutting off all hearing. Moving to the dancefloor, bodies pressed in at every side and I relished it. Closing my eyes I moved to the thumping rhythm, pressing back into the body behind me, the stranger’s hands on my hips, encouraging the grinding motion. And for a few hours I could forget my failure, I could forget everything.

            Then it happened. You know, that event that you know fate made happen. In the middle of a dance I suddenly needed to go to the bathroom really badly. Making my way haphazardly to the men’s room I practically fell through the door, getting away from groping hands. The door swung shut after me and I stood dazed for a moment, my ears ringing. It was eerily quiet in the blue-lit room, and I wondered how there could be so many bodies outside and yet none of them needed to pee. Once I grew accustomed to my surroundings I entered a stall, liking to keep my privacy, despite the fact no one else was in the room.

            I had made the right choice because not a moment after I had flipped the lock on the door there was a bang and a brief waft of music as someone else entered. The person was singing softly under their breath, sounding rather drunk but still managing to stay in-key. Obviously an accomplished vocalist. I heard a soft tinkling accompanying my own and I chuckled softly, they obviously weren’t worried about being modest. When I was finished my hand froze on the latch as the singing got a little louder, to be heard over the running water. That voice sounded awfully familiar. But it couldn’t be…

            Walking cautiously out of the stall I made a small gasping sound, drawing his attention to me. Glancing at my reflection in the mirror he finished washing his hands before turning to me, with the sweetest smile. But then I think any smile would look sweet on his beautiful and innocent face.

            “Slayer! Fancy seeing you here.” He stepped toward me and with a giggle dried his hands on my shirt.

            “Hey!” I grasped his fragile wrists but it was too late, my top was ruined. Not that I really minded, seeing him again was worth it, no matter how eerie he looked, the coloured light making his pale skin and hair glow blue.

            “What?” He looked up at me, blinking long blue lashes innocently.

            “I’m not a towel, paper or otherwise.”

            “Oh?” He seemed surprised. “You’re not? I’m sorry then.” He giggled again, and I found it to be a very nice sound, not annoying like most giggling was. “I would dry your pretty top for you but I fear I might set it on fire in my current state.”

            “You’re drunk.” It was a statement, after all it was pretty obvious he was intoxicated. I was sure that was the only reason why he was being playfully cheeky, not nasty cheeky. “Can I take you home?”

            “Oh, you’re such a gentleman… Is… Izzel? What’s your name, honey?”

            “Ishriel.” I smiled. He was so sweet when he was his bouncy and adorable self, minus the nastiness. “So, how about it?”

            “One more dance first, come on!” He grabbed my hand pulling me out and back into the pounding dance area. I thought for a moment we would be separated but his grip remained, keeping us together, if not close. Eventually coming to a stop in the middle of the room he spun into my arms, bumping into me with a startled expression before giggling again. I have to say it was an interesting experience, moving up against his delicate body, grabbing handfuls of his soft bouncy hair. It ended up less of a dance and more of a groping session, but I certainly didn’t mind that, especially when it ended in a few very long and very satisfying kisses.

            Eventually leaving the club, my arm comfortably around his waist, half supporting, half hugging him, it finally occurred to me that I had a car and he probably did too. So who’s would we take back to his place? A soft giggle drew my attention to his pretty face looking up at me.

            “Silly!” He exclaimed, poking me with a slim finger. “As if I’d drive anywhere… when I can just…” He waved his hand and everything went dark.

            The first thing I felt was something perched lightly on me, and the first thing I heard was soft singing. Blinking my eyes open I discovered Sharael kneeling on my stomach, toying with a lock of my hair, his beautiful voice filling the large silent room. Looking past him to the ceiling I saw hundreds of little glow-in-the-dark stars, making an eerie light over everything. Lifting my head as far as possible I glanced around seeing I was in a very… strangely decorated bedroom, and I was lying on a very big, very soft bed.

            “Where are we?”

            “My bedroom, of course.” He drawled, flopping down to lie on the bed next to me with a soft laugh. “You want something to drink, honey? Maybe something to eat?”

            “Your bedroom…” Sitting up I looked down, my voice lost for a moment as my eyes gazed at his beautiful form, pale curls falling everywhere. “In your home?”

            “Of course.” He grinned prettily, reaching out a fragile hand to continue toying with my hair. “Where else would my bedroom be, silly?”

            “I always thought you lived in a different country.”

            “A different country to what?”

            “To where I live.”

            “I do.” Tugging my hair he brought my lips down towards his until they almost touched. His warm, sweet breath causing such a pleasant sensation against my lips that I let my eyes drift shut. “We’re in India.”

            “Really?” I was a little surprised, to teleport so far took a lot of magic, but then he was a very powerful demon. “Whereabouts in India?”

            “How should I know? As if I pay attention to such details.” Pushing me backwards, he was suddenly on top of me, hands gripping my shoulders and his lips assaulting mine in a most delightful fashion. This was turning out to be even better than the last time and I did hope he would admit to enjoying it this time. “I might, honey, if I do enjoy it this time. How long do you think you can last?” He purred in my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine. It was strange to be on the other side for a change… being with someone who could read my thoughts instead of the other way around. It gave him more control over me but with the way his slender hands were touching me I really didn’t mind, not in the slightest.

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            Leaning against the wall I stayed in the shadows, content to watch my love in secret. He was talking with the cook’s daughter, kneeling down and doing a few pretty magic tricks for her; making a butterfly spring from a flower. She laughed in delight before kissing his pale cheek and running off. Turning back towards the house he was halted again by one of the other servants, a young man with a cut on his arm. And with infinite patience my beautiful little lover poured magic into the wound, healing it. And with a few soft words the lad was sent on his way.

            It was times like these that I really loved him. He was so compassionate and caring of all living things, he would step over an ant if given the choice. My sweet, sweet, innocent Sharael. He finally noticed me watching him and waved a delicate hand before walking inside, away from the sun. I followed, knowing that was what he wanted, but I found him talking to the youngest maid, laughing and joking with her about some of the men from the village. Smiling I waited to the side until he was finished, I could never get enough of watching him. He was perfect, and would remain so for all the centuries to come.

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            “But I never was perfect… my love. For I could not save you…” The teary whispered words haunted my ears as I woke, blinking and looking around the bedroom, finding myself alone. I hoped he hadn’t run off leaving me here, because if he did I was going to have one hell of a time trying to get back. I had no passport, very little money, and no idea where I was. Then I realised something. I didn’t want to go back, at least not right away, and not if it meant never seeing him again. I would take a look around his house, if he wasn’t here then I would wait. He’d have to return at some point.

            I had just wrapped a sheet around myself and was looking for my discarded clothes when there was a knock and the door opened, admitting a polite servant woman carrying a tray, another servant behind with a bundle of clothes. She set the tray down on the bed and the familiar clothes soon sat in a pile next to my breakfast.

            “Sir, Master Sha’rel asked that your breakfast be brought to you when you awoke, and he left some clothes for you.” Picking up the clean t-shirt I realised he must have teleported some of my clean clothes from home here. That was rather sweet of him. The woman then set something else on the bed; a small round pebble, clearly induced with magic. “He said this will get you home when you kiss it.” She smiled, used to her master’s strange sense of humour. “If there is anything else you need, sir, I will get it for you, but I am afraid you are not permitted to leave this room unless using his gift.”

            “And if I try to walk out the door you will stop me?” I asked with a smile, looking the rather frail-looking woman over.

            “Do not be deceived by appearances, young sir.” She smiled, revealing fanged teeth. “Not all of his staff are of the human variety, and I am more than capable of stopping you should the need arise.”

            “Fine.” I sighed, flopping back onto the bed. “Can you tell me where he is?”

            “No, I haven’t a clue. I don’t know how long he will be gone for either. But the wisest thing would be for you to kiss that rock.”

            “I can’t do that.”

            She smiled then, a pleased expression that made me feel like I had passed some unknown test. “Very well, sir, I shall bring your meals to you, and anything else should you need it. The bathroom is just through that door.” She then gave a respectful nod of her head before exiting, the other servant on her heels. A couple of seconds after the door was closed I heard the click of a lock, one I suspected was magic-proofed. Well it seemed I had one long and boring wait on my hands, but I would not leave.

***

            I would not leave. A week had passed and he still hadn’t turned up. Thankfully I had been permitted to use the phone to call my sister and let her know I was all right, she’d yelled at me for an idiot but that was to be expected. I sat in the centre of the bed and sighed, long and sufferingly. I was bored out of my mind. I had looked at every single strange item in the room, from the stuffed teddies filling one bookcase to the elegant masses of expensive jewellery in the dresser table drawers. The collections he had made me suspect he had several personalities, all of which were slightly off. But for some strange reason that didn’t put me off him, if anything it made me want him more.

            That was the other strange thing. The feeling of being drawn to him had changed to something far deeper, ever since that first dream. I had had quite a few more since… but they weren’t really dreams, now were they? They were memories, of a past life. It was the only plausible explanation. I had been his lover once before, and from the varying settings of the memories I had to have been a demon, and we had to have been together for many centuries. But I must have died. Was that why he was so nasty all the time? Because he was hurt so badly by my soul’s previous incarnation that he didn’t ever want to fall for another?

            “That was my psychiatrist’s conclusion as well.” Gasping I turned, finding him leaning against the balcony doors, sunlight making his creamy skin seem to glow with warmth and life. “Why are you still here, slayer?” He asked quietly, as if my presence pained him. It probably did.

            “You didn’t really expect me to leave, did you?” I slipped off the bed, moving to him. “I love you. I need you.”

            He sighed deeply, shaking his head, soft curls flying. “No matter how cruel I am to you you’re not going to leave, are you?”

            “No. And if you teleport me to somewhere else I will only come and find you again. But you don’t really want me to leave, do you? Your love for me never died.”

            “No, it didn’t… but I can’t.”

            “Yes you can.” Taking his small, delicate hands in mine I brought them to my lips, pressing butterfly kisses to his knuckles. “Just open your heart, my sweet little Sha’rel.”

            “And suffer again when you die in a few years?” He questioned angrily, pulling away. “You are mortal, you’ll die in eighty years at best, then I’ll be alone again. Better to have you leave now and not fall so deeply in love with you again than suffer that.”

            “But think of all the joy we can have.” I grabbed his slim shoulders, pulling him close. “Eighty years is a long time, and then after that I will be reincarnated again, you will never been alone forever. You have only stayed alone this long because of your fear, and it’s a stupid fear, Sha’rel. I won’t let you leave me. I won’t let you be alone.”

            “It’s not worth it, Ishriel. Look at yourself. You’re a child, barely eighteen. You don’t even know what you are saying. You’re not Xen, you are Ishriel La’Veta. A slayer, a slayer of demons. We can not be.”

            “I refuse to accept that.” For a minute I thought he would again deny that we could be together, or maybe even teleport me out of there, but he didn’t. He laughed.

            “You are stubborn and foolish, honey, to say such things. But I’ll think about it. And I’ll call you, I promise.” He gave me a very sweet and gentle goodbye kiss, then I was once again plummeting into water.