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"You're called angels?" Dodger asked in astonishment.
"Wait there just a second, I'll show you why that is." Rafe said, then dashed into the kitchen.
Dodger rested back into his chair and stared at the fire, not even having a clue as to what he was thinking or feeling.
* * * * *
"Do you see this?" Rafe asked as he placed a plate with a cookie on it on the table beside Dodger's chair.
"Yes." Dodger said cautiously.
"That's my cookie." Rafe said firmly. "Don't eat my cookie."
"I won't." Dodger said slowly.
"Now look into my eyes." Rafe said as he squatted before Dodger.
"What..." Dodger started to ask, then he saw Rafe's eyes alight with the most beautiful, enrapturing expression. The room behind Rafe dulled and faded away, as if it had only been a dream. Rafe seemed to be emitting his own illumination. In fact, Dodger could almost make out a faint glow surrounding Rafe's head.
He blinked and saw that the light seemed to radiate out and wash away from Rafe's back like wings. He was absolutely the most beautiful, incredible, majestic sight that Dodger had ever seen.
"What are you doing Dodger?" Rafe asked playfully.
Dodger looked down at his hand and realized that he was eating the cookie.
"I'm sorry." Dodger said, then blinked again.
Rafe chuckled, then went to sit in his own chair.
"Did you just control my mind?" Dodger asked shakily.
"A little bit. But that's about as much as I can do." Rafe said honestly. "I don't know if it's some sort of extra sensory thing we haven't learned to detect or maybe some sort of hypnosis. Others that practice with the thrall can use it a lot more subtly than I. Leila is exceptionally good at using it."
"Leila..." Dodger said thoughtfully, then said, "Her performance! That's what she was really doing that night, enthralling all of us."
Rafe smiled as he said, "That's right, we both saw the same show but appreciated different things about it."
Dodger looked at Rafe, then realized that they had been diverted from the original purpose of their conversation.
"What's the real story about you needing to leave?" Dodger asked quietly.
"I was telling the truth. They've found an immunity case." Rafe said seriously. "A twelve year old boy who was exposed to the transformative... multiple times, and didn't go through the change."
"So that's rare?" Dodger asked cautiously.
"He's the first. Ever." Rafe said frankly.
"Oh. And if he's really immune, what then?" Dodger asked curiously.
"Then maybe we can come up with a way to restore a person who has been exposed. Return them to being a brightsider." Rafe said hopefully.
"A what?" Dodger asked cautiously.
"Oh, that's what a few of us have started calling people like you, who live in the light." Rafe said shyly.
"I'm a brightsider?" Dodger asked with a smile.
"Yes. And we call the werewolves, vampires and demons darksiders, since their instincts drive them into the dark." Rafe said carefully.
"What does that make you?"
"A shadesider." Rafe said timidly. "We can't live in the light, but we live close to it... in the shade."
"So you think that you might be able to turn darksiders back into brightsiders if you can find out why the kid in New Mexico is immune." Dodger said carefully.
"Yes, or possibly allow them to change enough to restore their sense of humanity, which would make them shadesiders." Rafe said seriously.
"It sounds like something that could change the world." Dodger said thoughtfully.
"Our world, yes." Rafe said quietly.
"So, what about us?" Dodger asked as he looked Rafe in the eyes. "Can an angel and a hoopie become a couple?"
"There's a problem with that." Rafe said quietly.
"Which is?" Dodger asked hesitantly.
"The transformative. It lives in me. It's part of me." Rafe said with regret.
"Which means that we couldn't have a sexual relationship." Dodger said slowly, then gave an ironic chuckle before saying, "And that used to be the thing that I was most afraid of."
"It's more complicated than that." Rafe said hesitantly.
"Then explain it to me." Dodger said imploringly.
"The place where I'm going, it's sort of a haven for shadesiders." Rafe said cautiously.
"Meaning, brightsiders aren't welcomed?" Dodger asked hesitantly.
"That's right." Rafe said with a sigh. "It's a ranch on the continental divide. They moved there because it's so far from any brightside community. They just want to be left alone."
"So, can't you take the immunity case somewhere else?" Dodger asked carefully.
"It would be possible, but considering how long this could take, the isolation makes the ranch ideal for our needs." Rafe said apologetically.
"So, what about us?" Dodger asked again.
Rafe closed his eyes, then hung his head and said, "I don't know, Dodger."
"What are the choices?" Dodger asked as he tried to remain calm.
"I could stay here." Rafe said quietly.
"Which you won't do." Dodger said immediately.
Rafe reluctantly nodded, then said, "Or I could go and you could stay here."
Dodger waited for a moment, then said, "Or you could change me into a shadesider, to be like you."
"No." Rafe said immediately. "You could die, or you could become a darksider."
"Rafe, the night that you found me in the park... I expected to die. My life should have ended that night, but an angel came to my rescue." Dodger said quietly. "You've given me three wonderful months of a life that I never could have imagined before. If it ends now, I have no regrets."
"We'll find another way." Rafe said quickly.
"No, Rafe. We won't." Dodger said as he looked into Rafe's eyes. "Rafe, do you see me as a boy who needs you to protect him?"
"I've never thought of you that way." Rafe said in astonishment.
Dodger smiled at the immediate and sincere answer before saying, "Then please trust me when I tell you that I understand the risk. People choose to risk their lives every day, and a lot of them for less reason. I love you Rafe, I hope that my love for you is strong enough to carry me through the transformation to be with you."
Rafe stared at Dodger, not knowing what to say.
"It's pretty simple, really. All my choices will leave me dead, or wishing I was. There's only one choice that promises any hope at the life that I've been dreaming of... a life with you." Dodger said frankly. "I choose life."
"If you're really sure that this is what you want, there are a few ways that we could do it." Rafe said hesitantly.
"Wait. Is it going to be any problem that you're, something like ten years older than me?" Dodger thought to ask.
Rafe chuckled, then said, "There is an age difference, but it's not 10 years, it's closer to 600 years. And no, no one that matters will have a problem with it. Age is seen as an arbitrary number on the shadeside."
"Okay then, you were saying that there's different ways that we could do this." Dodger said a little bit nervously.
"Well, I could inject you with my blood." Rafe said quietly.
Dodger nodded that he understood that.
"Or I could bite you." Rafe said slowly.
Dodger tensed a little bit, but nodded that he understood that too.
"Or... um, I could make love to you." Rafe said shyly.
"You mean like..." Dodger began to ask, but couldn't think of how to say it.
Rafe nodded, then added, "And I can make sure that it doesn't hurt."
"Um, I think I know which way I'd like, but it's not just up to me." Dodger said nervously.
"Well, historically, the second method has the highest incidence of making vampires, the third method has the most success at making shadesiders." Rafe said cautiously.
"Rafe, what do you want?" Dodger asked as he met Rafe's eyes. "Do you want me like that? Would you feel comfortable having sex with me that way?"
"Not having sex, Dodger. Making love." Rafe said seriously. "And do I want you like that? I've been dreaming about making love to you for months. But it's always been a dream... a hopeless dream. I knew that there was no way that it could ever really happen."
"Is there any reason that we aren't making love, right now?" Dodger asked cautiously.
"No, but I'll need a few things to make it easier for you." Rafe said slowly.
"Do you have those things here, I mean, in the house?" Dodger asked curiously.
Rafe nodded that he did.
"Then let's go do it." Dodger said and stood.
His gaze fell on the diploma beside his chair, and he turned to Rafe and said, "If things don't work out... will you send my diploma to my family?"
"I'll take care of it." Rafe said, as tears welled in his eyes.
"Come on." Dodger said as he offered his hand to Rafe.
"Dodger, yes." Rafe said quietly as he accepted Dodger's hand.
"Yes?" Dodger asked cautiously.
"I'll commit to you. I love you. Forever."
* * * * *
In the three months that they had lived together, Dodger had never gone into Rafe's room before. He had never even peeked in the door.
Rafe had never told him that he couldn't enter, but he had always felt like this was Rafe's personal, private place. Just as Dodger's room had always been a place of sanctuary and security for him.
As Dodger stepped into the large, dimly lit room, his first impression was that the room was elegant, but not overly ornate.
A huge fourposter bed was the central feature of the room. It was made of the same dark wood as the furniture in Dodger's room. But where Dodger's room was done in light, airy fabrics, Rafe's seemed to be filled with heavier fabrics of dark scarlet and trimmed in gold.
As Dodger looked around the room, one thing caught his attention. Something that seemed to be totally out of place.
Rafe noticed his stare and guiltily said, "Sometimes watching Johnny Carson helps me relax so I can sleep."
Dodger grinned at the small television perched on the corner of the dresser, then turned his loving gaze on Rafe.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Rafe asked gently.
"Yes." Dodger said with conviction. "Rafe. I've had months to think about my future. And I know that any future without you isn't one that I want to live in."
"But you could stay here and have a good life. I could make sure that you'd never want for anything." Rafe said imploringly.
"I'd want for you." Dodger said frankly. "Every minute of every day, I'd want for you."
"There's no way I'm going to talk you out of this, is there?" Rafe asked quietly.
"Sure, there's an easy way." Dodger said seriously.
"How's that?" Rafe asked cautiously.
"Just look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't love me." Dodger said frankly. "It's that simple."
Rafe took a step closer to Dodger, then looked deeply into his eyes.
Dodger watched carefully, wanting to detect the slightest hesitation, any sign of falsehood in his declaration.
Finally Rafe said, "I do love you, Dodger."
"I know." Dodger said with a grin.
"You do?" Rafe asked with an answering smile.
"Yeah. Now go get what you need to get while I get more comfortable." Dodger said, then waggled his eyebrows garishly.
Rafe chuckled at the expression, then dashed out of the room.
* * * * *
As Dodger undressed, he noticed that his hands were shaking.
He kept reminding himself that Rafe had said that it wouldn't be painful, that it could be pleasurable.
Of course, a little voice intruded that painful or not, he might either die or lose his soul tonight.
But his course had been set. His choices were made and he knew, deep in his bones, that they were the right ones.
As Dodger took the final step and removed his underwear, he felt very self-conscious. He had the urge to dive into the bed and hide under the covers, but forced himself to resist the adolescent urge and behave like a man.
He lay back on the velvety dark crimson blanket and did his best to arrange himself in a comfortable and somewhat provocative pose.
* * * * *
Rafe entered the room and froze at the sight before him.
There was Dodger, completely nude, fully reclined and unashamed.
He had always thought Dodger was a handsome young man, even more so since his first visit to Lily's.
But the young man who was now before him was a study in absolute perfection. And the thing that made Dodger that much more attractive was his genuine and unassuming personality. Rafe had met so many people in his long life who behaved contrary to their nature because it was expected of them. But if Dodger ever went against his nature, it was only because he had yet to fully understand what it was.
His gaze settled on Dodger's manhood, which was lying semi-erect against one leg. Rafe hadn't known what to expect in this regard. There just wasn't any accurate predictor of such things in his experience.
It was perfect. Uncut. Not too big to be practical, not too small to be of use.
"Would you like to join me?" Dodger asked hopefully.
"Yes." Rafe said as he quickly set down the things he had gone to retrieve.
"What's that?" Dodger asked as he looked at the tubes and damp towel on the nightstand.
"Well, the white one is lubrication. That will just make things easier." Rafe said as he quickly undressed.
"And the other one?" Dodger asked cautiously.
"An anesthetic ointment." Rafe said quietly. "I promised you no pain. I have it here just in case it's needed."
"But if you kill the pain, you kill the pleasure too, right?" Dodger asked thoughtfully.
"That's right." Rafe said seriously.
"Thanks for thinking of that. I hope we won't need it, but I'll let you know." Dodger said slowly.
"Would you like to get under the covers?" Rafe asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.
Dodger looked at him and realized that Rafe had finished undressing while his attention was elsewhere.
"Yeah. If you want to." Dodger said hesitantly as he looked at Rafe's naked body.
Even though Rafe looked fantastic in the suits that George made for him, they didn't give any hints to the wonderfully toned and sculpted body that was concealed beneath.
Rafe didn't look like a body builder, but he had a very fit and athletic appearance. Like a swimmer or a dancer.
Dodger appreciated the leanness of Rafe's form as he stood. Dodger's eyes followed a black wispy trail of hair down Rafe's stomach to a nest of dark curls that looked to be as soft as gossamer.
He felt a smile cross his face at the sight of the awakening manhood before him.
Of course, Dodger had tried to imagine what Rafe would look like when he was naked. The reality of his body turned out to be better than Dodger's best daydream. But this, the awakening erection, was EXACTLY what he had envisioned.
"Get off the bed so I can pull back the covers." Rafe said gently.
"Oh, um... yeah." Dodger said nervously, then hopped off the bed.
* * * * *
Once they were under the covers, Dodger reluctantly admitted, "I don't know what to do."
"What do you want to do?" Rafe asked gently.
"Hold you." Dodger said quietly.
"That sounds nice." Rafe said with a smile.
Dodger awkwardly moved to Rafe's side and tried to snuggle against him, but it didn't feel right, it was like he was trying to fit a puzzle piece where it didn't belong.
"Um, let me try something." Dodger said thoughtfully.
"Anything you want." Rafe said gently.
Dodger scooted back a little, then guided Rafe to lie on his back.
Once he was happy with Rafe's position, Dodger climbed on top of him and lay down, chest to chest with Rafe and looked down into his eyes.
"Much better." Dodger said happily.
"I agree." Rafe said with a smile.
Dodger was aware of the coolness of Rafe's body, but didn't find the sensation unpleasant at all.
He moved in to give Rafe a gentle kiss.
His uncertainty made the kiss more tentative than affectionate, but the end result was nonetheless sweet.
Rafe decided that Dodger might need a little bit of guidance, so he moved one hand to the back of Dodger's head and urged him to kiss more firmly.
Dodger went along willingly and appreciated the encouragement.
"You taste nice." Dodger whispered.
"So do you." Rafe said gently.
"I don't know... what do we do next?" Dodger asked shyly.
"We do what feels good." Rafe said simply.
"Do you think you could give me another hint?" Dodger asked hopefully.
"Well, since the day that I met you, I've always wanted to do this." Rafe said, and guided Dodger to lean closer, then started to nuzzle his neck and nibble on his ear lobe.
"That tickles." Dodger chuckled.
"What about this?" Rafe whispered gently.
The cool breath against Dodger's ear awakened a fire deep within him.
He could feel the desire spreading through his body like an electrical charge as his manhood awakened.
"That did something." Dodger whispered into Rafe's ear.
"Yes. I can feel that." Rafe said in a low, rumbling voice, then brought one hand slowly down Dodger's side to come to rest on his hip.
Dodger's desire overrode his hesitance and he moved back to Rafe's mouth to give him a more forceful kiss.
Rafe opened his mouth and it only took a moment for Dodger to realize what he was supposed to do.
As Dodger's tongue ventured inside, it encountered Rafe's tongue. The touch as the tongues slid against each other ignited a passion in Dodger that he never imagined. A fire within him burned and he wanted more.
Both of Rafe's hands were now exploring, up and down Dodger's body.
When one of his hands would come to rest on Dodger's butt, he noticed that Dodger would begin to squirm and wiggle against him, grinding his erection into Rafe's hip.
"Do you like that?" Rafe asked quietly.
"Yes." Dodger moaned. "More."
Rafe moved both hands to Dodger's butt and held him still for a moment, then he experimentally thrust into the space between their bodies.
"That's nice." Dodger whispered.
Taking firm hold of Dodger's butt, Rafe guided him to begin thrusting.
"Yesssss." Dodger moaned.
Rafe smiled at the reaction, then realized that things might go too far if they continued the way they were.
"Lie on your back. There's something that I want to show you." Rafe said gently.
"But I was enjoying that." Dodger said cautiously.
"I think you'll enjoy this even more." Rafe said as he urged Dodger from on top of him and down to the bed at his side.
Dodger went along, but would like to have remained on top of Rafe. He loved the feeling of closeness. He felt safe being held against Rafe's chest. He felt cherished.
"Relax." Rafe said, as he pulled down the covers and got on all fours.
Dodger lay on the bed and looked at Rafe above him.
He was magnificent.
Rafe began to trail his fingers down Dodger's chest, then, just before reaching his erection, he changed direction and began to move back up.
"Oh! Come on!" Dodger whined.
Rafe chuckled at the reaction, then said, "I'll take pity on you."
Dodger was about to respond, then gasped as Rafe took Dodger's engorged member into his mouth.
Rafe moved slowly, circling his tongue around the loose hood of Dodger's foreskin, then dipped inside.
"Yes." Dodger gasped.
Rafe moved down Dodger's shaft slowly, then sucked gently as he drew back.
"Oh God! Yes." Dodger groaned, never having imagined that anything could feel so good.
As much as Rafe wanted to continue and give Dodger every possible pleasure, he knew that they needed to progress and start his transformation.
"Raise your legs." Rafe said as he guided Dodger to bring up his knees.
"Don't stop!" Dodger whimpered, not wanting the wonderful feeling to ever end.
"I'm not stopping, just moving on." Rafe said gently, then started to slowly lick one of Dodger's balls.
"Oh... that! Yeah, do that!" Dodger gasped.
Rafe chuckled as he gave the other ball equal attention.
"Oh yeah! Rafe, yeah!" Dodger moaned.
Rafe didn't know how Dodger was going to react to his next move. But considering Dodger's lack of experience and extremely limited knowledge, he felt that he needed to be introduced to the idea in a nonthreatening way.
"What are you..." Dodger began to say, then fell silent as Rafe slowly and methodically worked his way ever closer to Dodger's most private opening.
Rafe lifted his head and whispered, "Hand me a pillow."
Dodger puzzled over the words for a moment, then finally made enough sense of them to snag a pillow from beside his head and hand it down.
"Lift up." Rafe said as he encouraged Dodger to raise his hips.
Dodger did as he was told, then was rewarded by the return of the wonderful sensations on his erection.
Rafe devoted some attention to Dodger's straining manhood, then worked the balls on his way further down.
Since Dodger's lower back was now supported by a pillow. Rafe had easy access to his target.
"You're not..." Dodger began to say, then gasped as Rafe began to circle the puckered opening with his tongue.
When Dodger made no further protests, Rafe experimentally probed inside.
"Yessss." Dodger hissed.
Rafe felt a little relief at the reaction.
He had been concerned that due to Dodger's limited knowledge that he might be more resistant to this aspect of their lovemaking.
"That's good, Rafe." Dodger said past his panting breaths, "More."
Rafe leaned off the edge of the bed and snagged the tube of lubrication before getting back to work, starting with Dodger's erection again.
"Yeah Rafe. Do that. Lots of that." Dodger said as he writhed with pleasure.
Rafe squeezed some lube onto his fingers, then began to massage Dodger's opening with one finger, allowing it to dip in briefly and slightly.
"More Rafe. Give me more, I'll tell you when it's too much." Dodger said firmly.
Rafe was a little bit surprised, but thought that if Dodger could ask for it, then he would oblige.
He slowly and carefully began to work one finger in, massaging as he went.
"Yes. More." Dodger gasped.
Rafe went a little bit faster, in and out, rotating as he went to spread the lube as well as to relax the muscle.
"C'mon Rafe. I've been thinking about us this for months, I'm ready." Dodger said seriously, then added somewhat urgently, "More."
After a moment of hesitation, Rafe worked his whole finger in.
"Yes." Dodger said with relief.
Since he found himself right where he needed to be, Rafe felt around with his finger until he found the little bump, hidden deep inside Dodger.
"Oh God!" Dodger gasped as a shiver ran through his entire body.
Rafe smiled, then withdrew his finger.
"Don't stop!" Dodger demanded.
"I'm getting there. You're not ready yet." Rafe said seriously.
"I'm ready!" Dodger demanded. "Do that again."
Rafe lubed up two fingers, then carefully worked them in, just a little.
"Oof." Dodger said and seemed to tense up.
"Relax, we're half way there." Rafe said gently as he waited for the muscle to allow him entry.
Dodger let out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding and felt the muscle slowly release.
"That's good, you're doing fine." Rafe said with approval as he started a slight thrusting motion and swiveled the two fingers.
"Yes. That's good." Dodger began to say, then let out a little yelp when Rafe brushed his prostate again.
"Oh Rafe... That's so good." Dodger whispered.
"Ready for more?" Rafe asked gently.
"I'm ready for you. I want you Rafe, please." Dodger begged.
"Just a little more." Rafe said gently as he withdrew and lubed three fingers.
"Do it." Dodger said in a voice that sounded like a growl.
"Push out, like you're going to the toilet." Rafe said as he pressed three fingers at Dodger's slightly dilated opening.
The three fingers went in more easily than Rafe expected.
"Please Rafe. Hurry and finish that. I want you." Dodger said desperately.
Rafe worked the three fingers in and out a few times, just to be sure that Dodger was sufficiently stretched, then he moved up Dodger's body to look him in the eyes.
The feverish lust-crazed look that Dodger gave him made his heart flutter.
No one he had ever been with before had wanted him so badly. No one had ever begged him before.
"This is the last chance. Once I do this, it can't be undone." Rafe said seriously.
"Please Rafe. Do it. Make love to me." Dodger pleaded.
"I love you, Dodger." Rafe said solemnly, then reached down and lined up his erection.
"I love you, too."
"Push out." Rafe said gently as he pressed against the opening ever so slightly.
He felt Dodger's pushing, then pressed forward slightly.
"More." Dodger said past gritted teeth.
"You need to get used to it." Rafe warned.
"I need it to MOVE." Dodger said firmly.
Rafe thrust forward and Dodger tensed at the motion.
"Did I hurt you?" Rafe asked with concern.
"No, but you're going to kill me if you don't do something. Come on!" Dodger demanded.
Rafe was over half way in, so he decided to push in the rest of the way.
"Yesssss." Dodger hissed in satisfaction.
Rafe experimentally thrust, but didn't get the result that he wanted.
He spread his knees wider to change his angle, then thrust again.
He felt Dodger's body shudder at his movement.
Confident that he had found Dodger's prostate, Rafe began thrusting in a slow steady rhythm.
"More." Dodger wheezed.
Rafe was concerned by the pallor of Dodger's skin, but the sex-crazed look in Dodger's eyes assured him that all was well.
"I love you Dodger." Rafe said as he began to thrust harder and faster.
"I love you, too, Rafe." Dodger said as he writhed in pleasure.
Once Rafe had found his rhythm, he leaned forward, so he could better see Dodger's face.
Dodger was absolutely beautiful.
His eyes were wild and his hair was slightly damp from sweat.
Rafe couldn't believe that Dodger could possibly be more beautiful than he already was. But Dodger, filled with passion, trapped between need and ecstasy was the most incredible thing Rafe had ever seen.
"Love you." Dodger panted, then seemed to focus on Rafe's face, just above him.
Dodger grabbed firmly onto Rafe's shoulders and pulled himself up to give Rafe a deep firm kiss.
Rafe felt his passion reach another plateau as his thrusting increased. He was nearly pulling all the way out and slamming back in with every thrust now. And from Dodger's reaction, he was clipping the prostate every time.
"Love you. Love you." Dodger panted against Rafe's lips.
"I love you forever." Rafe said in response, then felt the unmistakable sense of passing the point of no return.
He thrust deep, and held it as he felt his seed release.
Dodger clutched Rafe's shoulders tighter, then, at the feeling of what was happening inside him, Dodger achieved his own climax.
"Love you." Dodger whispered, then another spasm of release caused his entire body to tense.
"Love you, Dodger." Rafe declared as he felt his semen release, again and again.
"Love you." Dodger whispered as his hold on Rafe's shoulders loosened.
"I love you too." Rafe said gently, finally feeling an end to the most incredible orgasm of his long life.
"Oh Rafe. That was... is it always like that?" Dodger asked past panting breaths.
Rafe chuckled at the question, then said, "No Dodger. That was special."
Dodger looked into Rafe's eyes, then quietly asked, "So that's it. I mean, for the virus thing? It's done?"
"It's done." Rafe agreed.
"So what do we do now?" Dodger asked quietly.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm ready to go back to what we started with." Rafe said with a smile.
Dodger puzzled over what Rafe was talking about.
Rafe slowly withdrew from Dodger, then grabbed the damp towel and quickly cleaned them up.
He casually tossed the towel back on the nightstand, then moved over on the bed to lay beside Dodger.
"If you feel up to it, I'd really like for you to hold me again. That was really nice." Rafe said as he rested on his back.
"Yeah." Dodger said with a smile. "I liked that, too."
"Come on." Rafe whispered, then guided Dodger to lie on top of him, chest to chest.
"I love you, Rafe." Dodger whispered.
"I love you, too, Dodger." Rafe said with a smile.
"When will we know if it worked?" Dodger asked cautiously.
"It can take up to twelve hours to completely finish." Rafe said seriously.
"Twelve hours?" Dodger asked with surprise.
"Yes, but the... unpleasant part will take place in the next two hours." Rafe said gently.
"Like what?" Dodger asked curiously.
Rafe snuggled Dodger a little bit tighter against his chest, then said, "Well, your skin will be one of the first things effected. You'll start becoming super sensitive."
"That doesn't sound too bad." Dodger said slowly.
"No. In fact, being like this, it may be nice." Rafe said with a smile.
"What else, then?" Dodger asked seriously. "I'd like to know what to expect, so it doesn't freak me out."
"You might sweat blood or cry blood. But it doesn't hurt. It's just a little bit disconcerting if you're not expecting it." Rafe said slowly.
"I can handle that." Dodger said thoughtfully.
"You might become nauseous or start vomiting. It's unpleasant, but doesn't last long." Rafe said thoughtfully.
"Yeah. Okay." Dodger said unenthusiastically.
"As your gastrointestinal tract completes the change, it will flush out any undigested... um, you'll have to go to the toilet a time or two. It can be... um, bad."
"I can do that." Dodger said with resignation.
"There are a few other things that could happen, but they're not worth worrying about since they're more rare." Rafe said frankly.
"Well, if that's it, that doesn't sound too horrible." Dodger said frankly.
"Oh no, it's not agonizing or anything." Rafe said assuringly.
"Unless I die." Dodger said quietly.
Rafe looked at Dodger carefully, then asked, "How are you feeling?"
"A little bit hot, but okay besides that." Dodger said slowly.
"How about, back there? Did I hurt you?" Rafe asked with concern.
Dodger chuckled and said, "No. You were being so gentle and careful that I thought you were going to drive me out of my mind."
Rafe smiled at the statement, then said, "I promise that I'll go faster next time."
"Next time?" Dodger asked with interest.
"I think I can safely say that we're past one of the hurdles. So we just have one left to worry about." Rafe said frankly.
"What are you talking about?" Dodger asked cautiously.
"If your body were going to reject the transformative, you would be having an adverse reaction by now. I think it's safe to say that you aren't going to die." Rafe said seriously.
"So the next thing we have to worry about is me losing my soul." Dodger said quietly.
"Yes." Rafe said simply.
"Is there anything that we can do to make that not happen?" Dodger asked hopefully.
"Well, from a scientific standpoint, I'd have to say no. But there's sort of an old wives tale that if you're making love during the transformation, that your soul will fight to stay where it's loved." Rafe said frankly.
"I say we listen to the old wives." Dodger said, as he looked lovingly into Rafe's eyes.
"Um, Dodger. I may have enhanced speed and endurance, but it's probably going to take me a few minutes before I'm ready to go again." Rafe said hesitantly.
"I don't think you need sex to make love." Dodger said thoughtfully. "I mean, it's nice. But I don't think it's necessary."
"Good point." Rafe said with a smile.
"Besides, maybe I'd like to try doing that to you. It looked like you were having fun." Dodger said with a grin.
"I was." Rafe chuckled, then looked Dodger in the eyes and whispered, "But just so you know... I've never done that."
"What you just did to me, you've never had that done to you?" Dodger asked with surprise.
"The few male lovers that I've had wanted me to service them. No one ever wanted me that way." Rafe said frankly.
"Well, I want you, Rafe." Dodger said seriously.
"Are you sure?" Rafe asked cautiously.
"Absolutely." Dodger said firmly, then added more quietly, "But you'll have to tell me what to do. I was a little bit distracted, just then."
"I'll be happy to talk you through it whenever you want." Rafe said gently.
"Then let's get to it!" Dodger said happily.
At Rafe's look of surprise, Dodger said, "You may be a shadesider, but I'm a teenager. I can go again in two minutes."
Rafe chuckled, then said, "Grab that pillow and the white tube of lubrication."
* * * * *
"Dodger?" Rafe said hesitantly.
"Yeah." Dodger said as he thrust in long, even strokes.
"How are you feeling?" Rafe asked with concern.
"Well, I'm buried in you up to the root, so I'd have to say I'm feeling pretty good. Why?" Dodger asked, somewhat distractedly.
"You're crying blood." Rafe said carefully.
"Tears of joy." Dodger said dismissively, then began to thrust harder.
"But you feel okay?" Rafe asked slowly.
"Yeah. But if you can still talk, I must not be doing this right." Dodger said firmly.
"There's a thing men have, it's called the prostate. If you can hit it when you thrust, that should get the result you're going for." Rafe said cautiously.
"How do I do that?" Dodger asked as he slowed his pace.
"Probably angle your thrusts a little more upward." Rafe said thoughtfully.
Dodger scooted his legs forward slightly and further apart, then asked, "Like this?"
"Ungh!" Rafe groaned as Dodger hit the mark.
"I guess that's it." Dodger said happily as he worked to ring the bell with every thrust.
"Oh Dodger!" Rafe gasped, then his eyes rolled back in awe of the waves of pleasure coursing through him. "I never imagined it would feel like this."
"I love you, Rafe." Dodger said as his thrusts increased in speed and intensity.
"Love. Love. Love." Rafe chugged with each thrust.
Dodger remembered what Rafe had done earlier, and after a few tries, managed to lean forward, over Rafe without changing his angle.
"Love you." Rafe gasped, then pulled himself up and kissed Dodger with years worth of unspent passion.
Dodger marveled at the sight of his straight laced and reserved Dr. Killian reduced to this lust crazed state.
He was breathtaking.
This was almost like seeing Rafe when he was enthralled, except this was better, because it was for real.
"I'm... I'm... " Rafe fought to say, but couldn't form the next word.
"Do it Rafe. Give it to me." Dodger said as he pumped harder, only moments away from his own climax.
"I love you, Dodger." Rafe forced out, then arched his back as he released his cream.
The sight of the expression on Rafe's face brought Dodger back to what he had once imagined it must be like... there was no comparison. The Rafe before him was infinitely better than the Rafe of his dreams.
Dodger's climax hit like a jolt of electricity, flowing through his entire body.
Never in his life had he felt anything to compare. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure tried to sweep him away. He kept thrusting, pounding and feeling spasm after spasm of release wash out of him.
"Rafe." He gasped, then the world narrowed to a pinpoint of light before going completely dark.
* * * * *
"Dodger?" Rafe called in panic.
"Rafe?" Dodger asked in confusion.
"How do you feel?" Rafe asked nervously.
"I... don't know." Dodger answered honestly.
The terror in Rafe's expression snapped him out of his fog and he realized what Rafe was afraid of.
"I love you, Rafe." Dodger said seriously.
"Really?" Rafe asked hopefully.
"Forever." Dodger said firmly.
Rafe sighed with relief, then gave Dodger a firm kiss.
After the kiss broke, Dodger whispered, "I'm sorry I scared you."
"You passed out and... I didn't know what was wrong." Rafe babbled.
"I think I overloaded on pleasure." Dodger admitted shyly.
"I suppose that since all your senses are becoming more acute, that could happen." Rafe said thoughtfully.
"No, Rafe." Dodger said firmly, then whispered, "You're just that good."
Rafe puzzled over the words for a moment then broke into a smile and said, "I guess I can accept that."
"Good." Dodger said with a chuckle.
"How are you feeling?" Rafe asked quietly.
"Like I want to hold you in my arms and kiss you and make love to you forever and ever and never let you go." Dodger said joyfully.
"Me too." Rafe said quickly, "But are you feeling sick to your stomach or anything like that?"
"Thirsty." Dodger said suddenly, only just realizing it.
"I have something for that." Rafe said as he hopped out of the bed.
"I love you." Dodger said with a smile.
"I love you, too." Rafe said before dashing out the bedroom door.
* * * * *
While Rafe was out of the room, Dodger scooted himself up on the bed and arranged the pillows so they would be more comfortable.
As he was tidying things up, he noticed that the sheets were ripped. Upon closer inspection, he found that the mattress underneath was ripped too.
After a moment of thought, Dodger moved down the bed and positioned himself roughly where he was when he was making love to Rafe.
The holes in the sheets and mattress matched up almost perfectly to where he had braced himself on his hand.
"Is something wrong?" Rafe asked as he walked into the room, carrying two glasses of juice.
"I think I tore a hole in your mattress." Dodger said shyly.
Rafe leaned over a little to look at the hole, then said, "Imagine that."
"You're not upset are you?" Dodger asked quietly.
"Upset? I'm taking it as a compliment." Rafe said with a chuckle, then handed Dodger a glass of juice.
"Is this 'your' juice?" Dodger asked cautiously.
"Yes. I think you'll like it more, now." Rafe said seriously.
Dodger took a hesitant drink and the juice tasted like paradise.
The sweetness calmed him, the thickness soothed him and the coppery twang quenched the thirst that had been growing in him.
"This is wonderful." Dodger said in amazement.
"It's some of my best work." Rafe said proudly.
"You made this?" Dodger asked with surprise.
"Yes. At least, I developed it. I sold my formula for shares in the company that produces it." Rafe said happily.
"And because of this..." Dodger said as he held up his glass, "...we don't have to drink blood?"
"That's right." Rafe said happily.
"You're a good man, Dr. Killian." Dodger said as he raised his glass to Rafe in a toast.
"And I'm yours." Rafe said as he touched glasses with Dodger before taking a drink.
* * * * *
Over the course of the next few hours, Dodger and Rafe cuddled, snuggled, and generally loved each other.
Dodger went through each of the stages as expected, but since Rafe had warned him about them, none of them were overly traumatic.
"Rafe, something is happening to my face." Dodger said with concern as he brought his hands up to feel on both sides of his nose.
"That's a good sign." Rafe said with a smile.
"But what is it? It feels like it's flinching or crawling." Dodger said in discomfort.
"Just relax and let it happen. What you're feeling is a muscle complex that is developing behind some of your teeth, the canines to be precise."
"So, what does that mean?" Dodger asked uncomfortably.
"It means that your fangs are about to drop. And when that happens, the change will officially be complete." Rafe said happily.
"Does that mean I made it?" Dodger asked hopefully.
"Well, let's see... you're obviously alive, although you had me worried at one point." Rafe said tenderly.
"You haven't tried to kill me, unless attempted murder by vigorous mind-blowing sex can be counted." Rafe said playfully.
Dodger giggled, then waited.
"Yes Dodger. You made it. Welcome to the shadeside."
Editor's Note: The End? Well, I certainly hope not. I know it is the end of this story, but something tells me that there is much more to tell. Let me just say, does anyone remember a short story called Holiday Hand Off? How many chapters does that short story have to its credit, now?
Have I made my point?
Great story, MM!
Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher
Author's Note: OK Darryl, then let's just say:
The End... of Part 1
Coming Soon: Shadeside - Part 2