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Angel’s Seduction-Part Nine
Angel’s Seduction (c) 2006 T.A. ChasePart Nine:
Exhaustion sets in. Shutting my eyes, I try to ignore my uncle sitting across from me in the carriage.
“I won’t bother you tonight, son, but we must talk. Greyson seems to have staked a claim and you need to make a decision.”
A decision? There’s nothing to decide really. I’ve burned bridges with my father. He’d disown me for sure now that Uncle has come to my aid. Besides even if fear holds me back from ever confessing my love to the Duke, I have made my decision not to hide the truth, at least not from myself.
“No choice. I’ll go to debtor’s prison before I set another foot in that house.” For the first time, courage has taken hold and forces me to cut the chains holding me down.
“Brave words. You’ve never lived without money or a roof over your head. Do you have the strength to reach out for what you want the most? Or has my brother beaten the heart out of you?”
I shrug and turn to look out the carriage window. I’m aware of the other vehicle traveling behind. Another carriage carrying my salvation or my doom. There’s no way of knowing which one he’ll be.
“Why?” The question explodes from my mouth. “Why are you helping me? I’m nothing.”
A sigh escapes my uncle’s lips. The faint light from the lantern on the outside of the carriage shows a suspicious shine in his eyes.
“History shouldn’t be allowed to repeat itself. Helping you might erase some black marks against me.”
A memory glimmers in my mind, but I can’t grasp it. I don’t understand and my head aches too much for me to pursue his words. My heart aches as well. I feel as if I’m wallowing in the ocean with no anchor. The darkness swirls and ebbs around me. Strange sounds fill my mind. The need to run rises in me. The voices mock me. They swear and abuse me. Mixed in with their insults are the burn of the lash and the cut of the knife. My back burns. No thought in my mind except to escape them.
The carriage stops. Without thinking, I throw open the door and jump. I run past Greyson’s carriage, ignoring the shouts of my uncle.
The sounds resolve themselves into words said in my father’s voice. Names he has called me since I was ten.
“Pervert.”
“Freak.”
“Monster.”
Each word cracks against my back. It flays my mind and all I can do is run. Running from pain. Fleeing from hate. There is no way anyone could care for me.
Demons nip at my heels, driving me farther from the light, deeper into the darkness. I glance over my shoulder to see who is chasing me.
Under the moonlight, Greyson stands watching me run away. He holds out a hand. Even though I’m too far away, I swear I hear him call out to me.
“Angel.”
I slip into an alleyway and it’s too late. I’m lost amongst the hopeless. Running from my terror, but also fleeing from his love.
Come Have SEx with me
Hey everyone, I’m over at SEx, posting yummy eye candy and running a little contest. Stop by if you can, so I don’t feel lonely.
Remember tomorrow is more of Angel’s Seduction.
Have a great day everyone.
Hello?
I guess I’m going to assume that either everyone was busy or blogger wouldn’t let anyone post a comment yesterday. Heck I go out of my way to post a happy gay man story, especially for Paige and she couldn’t even make a comment on it. *pout* Do I really suck that bad at happy stories? lol
Actually, Jenna got through and managed to post something..so thanks Jenna. 🙂
Well my cover for No Going Home has made it up on the Coming Soon page at Liquid Silver. So I’m one step closer to it being released. Woo-Hoo!
Worked on Two for One last night. It’s a little more difficult to write a story with three heroes. Really have to figure out where everyone is in a scene and also what their motives are. It helps that Brody and Simon have been in a committed relationship for fifteen years…so they’re solid with each other. Now I just have to fit Jack in.
Hope everyone has a great Sunday. 🙂
“Cats are smarter than dogs. You can’t get eight cats to pull a sled through the snow.”–Jeff Valdez
Dancing
Picture from Steve Walker and here’s your happy gay man, Paige. 😉Dancing (c)2006 T.A. Chase
I love to sit on the edge of the floor and watch him dance. The music takes over his body and he moves with such grace. It’s as if he becomes water and allows the rhythm of the beat to take him where it wants to go.
He’ll dance to anything; salsa, rock, hip-hop. When the shirt comes off, I know it’s going to be a late night. I don’t mind because watching him dance is my second favorite thing to do in the entire world. You would think dancing with him would be my first, but I can’t dance to save my life. He’s tried to teach me, but I have two left feet and no ability to grasp the beat of the music.
His golden skin glistens under the strobe lights and I see the other guys starting to watch him as well. Soon he’ll have a crowd of them gathered around him, lusting after him. They’ll all be vastly better-looking than me. I’ll have to fight the urge to run out there and yell “Mine” at the top of my lungs. If I did that, he’d get a kick out of it.
I won’t though. Because I know he’s coming home with me, no matter how hard any of those boys try to catch his attention. He is mine and has been for nine years now. I don’t know why a gorgeous stud like him wants to stay with a plain regular guy like me, but hell, what do I care? He loves me and that’s all that matters.
The music slows and I see him glance around. Standing up, I move slowly through the crowd towards him. His face lights up in a bright smile when I drag my hand over his sweaty chest. My arms go around his shoulders, entwining my fingers in his dark hair. He pulls me close and his hands cup my ass. I sigh, resting my head on his chest, right over his heart.
The beat I find there is slow and steady. This is the music I love to dance to no matter where we are. His love makes me graceful.
Reflection
Reflection (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
I look into the water and stare at the reflection of the man. He’s tall, blonde and blue-eyed. The very picture of all that is beautiful and acceptable in the world. He’s a man women love to flirt with and men envy.
Yet looking deep into those eyes, I see a wall. It’s been built to keep people from seeing his darkest secrets and his deepest longings. No one knows he’s unhappy. No one understands that the life he lives isn’t what he dreams of at night.
He escorts gorgeous women to parties and galas. He’s romantically linked to any woman he spends more than a minute with. A grimace mars that perfect forehead. He doesn’t want to press his lips to a smooth cheek. Soft skin leaves him cold. Gentle hands make him worry. A curvy perfumed body rubbing against him turns him off.
A five o’clock shadowed chin scraping across his cheek. Rough skin warming his own. Strong hands grasping him and holding him tight. A muscular solid body making him moan. That’s what he longs for, but he doesn’t know how to break down the walls and ask for it.
I touch a finger to the water and watch the ripples distort the image of the man. I stand and he does the same. Sadness fills my heart as I walk away, a living reflection of the man in the pond. Trapped with in my life as he is in the water.
Boy I’m Tired
I understand Blogger had some trouble yesterday which caused problems for us. 🙂 Oh well, it all seems to be working now.
Well the block party yesterday went well. Tons of people came by. I’m tired as hell, but I’ll survive. lol
I have some pictures I’ll be using as inspiration for Raiden Smith, one of the heroes in my Dining With Alexander story (the one I’m going to submit with Paige’s story) I’ll post them over the weekend when I get a blurb written up for it. The guy is totally hot. 🙂 Though this pic isn’t bad either.
Did a little more work on Two For One and Angel’s Seduction. Got started on Part Thirteen for that. We’re moving along.
C is golfing tonight, so I’m hoping to get some writing done before he gets home.
Have a great day, everyone.
“Between two evils, I always pick the one I’ve never tried before.”—Mae West
Wild Wednesday
It’s a wild wednesday here. The non-profit I work for is getting ready to have a big block party tonight, so I have to run errands and basicly fill in wherever they need me. Argh!
I love this pic. (Thanks, Jenna) Talk about seeing the love between two people.
So I’m going to get on my soapbox again. I try not to do it very often because y’all don’t want to hear me rant and rave about political stuff. 😉
But the ban on gay marriage amendment is up for voting in the Senate (or will be soon) and I just can’t see what the big deal is about letting gays/lesbians marry. It certainly isn’t important enough to amend our Constitution. Heck, we’ve really only added to that document 14 times. (If you don’t count the first ten..The Bill of Rights or the fact that one of the amendments was to repeal an earlier one.) Those were important laws..women getting the right to vote…African-Americans getting the right to vote. It seems to me those amendments were about making people equal in the eyes of the law. By making sure to add an amendment that in it’s most basic wording is denying equal rights to a whole section of individuals…aren’t we making a mockery of what the true meaning behind the Constitution is?
The Vatican says that gay marriage is one of the most serious threats to the traditional family at this point in time. Wouldn’t you think that adultery, divorce and domestic violence would be far bigger worries than two men who love each other declaring that in a church? Then Heaven forbid, they chose to adopt an child. The world will begin to crumble all because two people chose to open their hearts to a child no one else wanted. What’s wrong with that?
I don’t always agree with what Senator Edward Kennedy says (I think he’s a bit of a joke, imo) but his words seem to fit with how I feel about this gay marriage ban. “The Republican leadership is asking us to spend time writing bigotry into the Constitution. A vote for it is a vote against civil unions, against domestic partnership, against all other efforts for states to treat gays and lesbians fairly under the law.”
I have nothing against Republicans..just wanted to let everyone know that. It’s his quote, not mine. 🙂
*Jumping off my soapbox and putting it away for another day*
Have a great day, everyone.
Angel’s Seduction- Part Eight
Angel’s Seduction (formerly The Ball) (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
Part Eight-
Sensation returns in waves. Voices are whispering. I’m floating, held together by two strong arms. Harsh hands. Father. I cringe.
‘No,’ I shout from my silence. ‘Don’t let him touch me.’
One voice separates from the noise. It rumbles under my ear. I try to get closer for something in my memory tells me this voice will not hurt.
Words become more distinct. I hear Father argue with Uncle. I wonder why their voices hold such urgency.
Cold washes over my face and I force my eyes open. Concern fills the brilliant blue eyes looking down at me.
My cousin’s brown eyes invade my view. “Poppa, he’s awake.”
I’m outside. I realize I’m in Greyson’s arms, leaning against him. Horror fills me and I try to push away from him, but he won’t let me.
Father and Uncle stand staring at me. Father’s eyes are filled with scorn and disgust. Uncle’s are worried.
“All you ever do is embarrass me. Why am I cursed with a son like you?” Father reaches for my arm.
I shrink from his fearsome touch. Turning, I bury my face in Greyson’s chest. No more. It no longer matters to me what people think. There’s no will left in me to fight. My father has achieved his goal. He has crushed me. Who knew the destruction would come not with fists but with words? Who knew the final blow would be delivered from the smiling lips of my cousin?
Greyson hands me to my uncle. A spike of surprise finds its birth in me when Uncle waves to his carriage driver. I glance up at him.
“You’ll come home with me.”
There is no argument from me. I never want to see Father’s house again. So much pain and agony reside there. I turn my gaze back to Greyson and Father.
“I suggest you go back inside, Williamson. We mustn’t create a bigger scene than this has already become.” Greyson’s voice is harsh and commanding.
I’ve never heard anyone talk to Father like that.
“I’ve heard about you. There’s no way I’ll allow you to corrupt my son.” Father speaks in a soft tone, trying to insure no one hears him.
“And everything spoken by the forked tongues of the ton is true.” Sarcasm drips from his Grace’s words.
Father flushes. “It matters not. He’s still my son.”
“He’s reached his majority, Brother. If he no longer wishes to dwell under your roof, you can’t force him.” Uncle reminds Father.
I tune out the words. My eyes focus on Greyson’s face. Is it just my hopeful wish that there seems to be caring in his eyes when he looks at me? Is it possible my silence didn’t destroy his regard for me? I shiver.
“My carriage is here. I’ll be taking my nephew to my house.” Uncle glances at my cousin. “You started this mess. Go and tell them your cousin is sick. Lady Acksinbury will escort you home.”
My cousin whispers “I’m sorry” in my ear. She forces Father to take her back inside.
Greyson helps Uncle get me in the carriage. My legs don’t seem to want to work. Curling up on the seat, I hide in the corner.
The Duke’s blue eyes reassure me as he speaks to my uncle. “I’ll follow you home.”
Uncle makes no objection. I find myself wondering why Father despises my uncle. His disdain must have roots back beyond my birth.
The door clicks shut. Instead of feeling like I am trapped again, freedom seems just a carriage ride away.
Manic Monday
I think he needs a towel. Anyone willing to help dry him off? 😉
Got some more writing done. Mostly on The Ball or Angel’s Seduction as its new title will be. Let me know what you think of that. I thought it fit well with the entire story since Greyson must seduce Angel into understanding that he isn’t a monster and deserves every bit of love the Duke can give him.
Haven’t got much done on Dining With Alexander which is the novella I’m working on to be published with Paige’s story. I worked on another story as well about a threesome called Two for One or Two for One Love. Haven’t decided how long I want the title to be…lol. It’s pretty hot and lots of sex so far. Just getting to the point where all three of them are having it together..lol 😉
Hope you have a great Monday.
“Love is everything it’s cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.”—Erica Jong
Sunday again..
No eye candy today…though I consider Anderson Cooper one of the sexiest guys in the world. 😉
I got some writing done. Not a ton, but I didn’t think I’d get anything worked on yesterday.
Mostly though I read Mr. Cooper’s book, Dispatches From the Edge. He goes back and looks at 2005, starting with the tsunami and ending with Katrina. With stops in Irag and Niger along the way.
It’s a fascinating book because he intersperes the present with his thoughts and memories of his past. You get to see that no matter how hard he tries to be objective and dispassionate about the news he’s reporting, he’s unable to keep it from effecting him.
I remember his outburst while interviewing a state government official last year after Katrina. I was impressed. For a moment, maybe we were given a glimpse inside him. I don’t know. It’s hard to tell whether you’re seeing the real person on tv or if it’s just an image they’re projecting, but either way, the book is intriguing and sad.
Hope everyone has a wonderful Sunday.
“Truth is the secret of eloquence and of virtue, the basis of moral authority; it is the highest summit of art and life.”–Henri-Frederic Amiel
