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Twilight Gigolo



By KuroKoneko Kamen





Copyright 2017 by KuroKoneko Kamen


Cover Design by Leah Keeler


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This is a work of fiction. All characters are invented. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.





Chapter 1: Belly dance


The legendary Archangel Gabriel was having a very shitty day. Gabriel was sure that Fate was a bitch. His precious sister Uriel had had the misfortune of falling in love with a vampire named Slaine Morvyn. She’d lost her beautiful, snow-white wings and elemental powers because of that punk.

And as if things couldn’t get any worse, God had just given Gabriel his new assignment. He was now officially Dominic Wilde’s guardian angel.

Who the hell was Dominic Wilde? And why did he have the name of a porn star? One may ask. He was an irritating pain in the ass. That’s who.

Dominic was also a ‘professional escort’, which Gabriel considered to be a nice way of saying that he was a ‘gigolo’ or ‘prostitute’.

Yep, Dominic slept with men for money. That’s right. Men. Dominic was gay.

Also, Dominic usually slept with men whose tastes were a little on the disturbing side. What had Dominic called them? Gabriel thought back to the few conversations he’d had with the strange young man. Ah, yes, sadists, Dominants, and fetishists.

Dominic’s name was a little ironic since he’d told Gabriel that he usually took on the submissive role during sex. That had been a TMI moment if there ever was one. Gabriel didn’t really want to know more about that sick, twisted, abnormal world.

And Gabriel wasn’t insinuating that being gay was abnormal. Nope, being gay was not a sin. But…in Gabriel’s eyes creepy, perverted mofos who liked to tie up their partners and cause them pain during sex was abnormal. And their behavior was sinful.

Gabriel wasn’t too sure what Dominants and Submissives did behind closed doors, and didn’t really want to know. All he knew for certain was that Dominic was one messed up customer.

Why God was interested in having Dominic become a part of His Holy Army was anyone’s guess.

It was now Gabriel’s job to watch over and protect Dominic while trying to help the recently turned vampire find his human Judge. A Judge was a very special human with a pure heart and soul that had the power to redeem a demon or vampire of their sins with the power of his or her love.

If Dominic found his fated Judge he’d get his soul back and become a part of God’s Holy Army. As soon as Dominic had been turned into a vampire his soul had been banished to Hell and as a result he no longer had a reflection.

That was the sitch. Sounds easy, right?

But as if his job couldn’t get any harder, Dominic had the incredibly irritating habit of flirting shamelessly with Gabriel any time the two of them ran into each other, which was much too often for the angel’s taste.

Gabriel shuddered in disgust at the unsettling remembrance. Was it really disgust though? He didn’t know for sure, but he knew that Dominic’s presence unnerved him.

Archangel Gabriel didn’t know whether he was straight or gay. For many millennia, he’d never been interested in…anyone. The deepest affection he’d ever felt had been for his sister, Uriel. And he didn’t plan on changing that anytime soon.

It wasn’t even until recently that angels had been given ‘sexes’ so that they could aid God by ‘making’ more warriors for His Holy Army as the Universal battle between Good and Evil began to draw to a close.

Gabriel took another swig of his vodka on the rocks as his thoughts once again returned to his sister. My dear, sweet baby sister. His sister whom Slaine had stolen away from him.

The angel was currently sitting alone at a table inside of one of San Francisco’s most popular Goth nightclubs, Iron Casket. Iron Casket was run by Dracula. Yep, the legendary Dracula who’d recently found his Judge, been redeemed, had his soul back, and had turned a new leaf, so to speak.

The ‘old’ Dracula had allowed his fellow vampires to feed upon the human patrons of his club. But the ‘new’ Dracula forbade this. Maybe it was because Dracula had been turned human as punishment for trying to start a Zombie Apocalypse in San Francisco that he was now able to empathize with the humans.

The nightclub had become a sort of ‘neutral zone’ where demons, vampires and humans could mingle in safety and peace under Dracula’s watchful eye.

It was the perfect place for demons and vampires, who were looking for their Judges so they could be redeemed, to hang out and interact with humans.

Dracula had spared no expense in decorating his club, and Gabriel was currently seated on an antique armchair resplendent with a red silk cushion decorated with golden embroidery. A black tablecloth covered the table sitting in front of Gabriel, and a bronze candelabra sat in the very center with three lit black candles. A white skull with a live red rose in its mouth served as the table’s flower arrangement.

The humans probably thought the skull was fake. But Gabriel was able to tell that it was real and his lip curled back in revulsion. It also sent a chill up his spine since it reminded him of the bars and taverns that existed in the realm of Hell where demons would drink the blood of the damned human souls from pieces of broken skull.

Gabriel’s table was littered with empty beer bottles from earlier before he’d decided to switch to something stronger. There was also a crystal ashtray on the table filled with several cigarette butts. He’d been alternating between drinking and smoking most of the night.

Yep, the mighty Archangel Gabriel was in the middle of a nervous breakdown over losing his baby sister to a vampire.

But that didn’t mean he was shirking his duties as a guardian angel. No Siree. He was being a good little angel and keeping an eye on his new ward.

The angel looked up at the cages that were hanging from the ceiling and the go-go dancers therein. There were three scantily clad women wearing black, Goth outfits, and fuzzy boots, and one man. The handsome male go-go dancer was none other than Dominic Wilde.

Dominic’s exotic AmerAsian features caused him to draw the attention of not only women but also some of the men in the club. He had almond-shaped, magenta-colored eyes, golden-tanned skin, and shoulder-length hair that he’d dyed a dark purple color. The outfit Dominic was wearing left very little to the imagination and caused a faint blush to rise to Gabriel’s cheeks.

Dominic was dressed in a black leather crop top so that his belly piercing was on display, and black short shorts. Golden anklets with tiny, jingling bells adorned his ankles, and he was barefoot. Gabriel couldn’t help but notice that Dominic had painted his toenails black.

The vampire was dancing to the rock music that was currently pumping out from the club’s speakers. Gabriel arched a brow when Dominic started to move his hips sensually. Belly dancing to rock music? Seriously?

Sometimes the club had live music, but not that night. The sound system was the only electricity allowed inside of the club.

Dracula had a thing against electricity and so the entire club was lit by candlelight. Hanging from the ceiling overhead were several large, wrought iron chandeliers with hundreds of lit candles.

When Dominic grabbed his crotch and thrust his hips like Michael Jackson, Gabriel cringed and glared at the vampire fiercely. The angel felt like ripping his hair out in that moment. Just how the hell was he supposed to help someone like Dominic find true love? And…with another man?

Gabriel let out a small, despairing groan. It seemed an impossible task. The angel didn’t know anything about romantic love. Let alone romantic love between two men. He was completely out of his element on this mission.

Gabriel glanced around at the few human men who were looking up at Dominic with lustful expressions on their dopey faces. The angel’s hands unconsciously clenched into fists. Damned perverts. Gabriel felt like breaking something…preferably those perverts’ faces.

When Gabriel realized what he was doing he forced himself to unclench his fists, and let out a defeated sigh. He should have been happy that there seemed to be a lot of human men interested in Dominic. Maybe his mission wouldn’t be so impossible after all?

Although Gabriel didn’t think those men were…good enough for Dominic. Dominic deserved someone more. And even if one of those perverts turned out to be a Judge (and Gabriel’s senses weren’t reading anything special from those losers) he’d have to get Dominic to stop being a professional escort first.

That was step one.

Gabriel was so engrossed in his drinking and smoking that he didn’t even notice Dominic take a seat at his table until the vampire cleared his throat loudly to get the angel’s attention.

“Ahem. Hey, gorgeous.” The vampire’s sultry voice reached his ears.

Gabriel’s head snapped up and he saw that Dominic had taken a seat at his table directly across from him. “Dominic! When did you….?” He scowled, angry with himself for not having noticed the vampire’s presence sooner. What the hell was wrong with him? He wondered uneasily.

As if sensing Gabriel’s unease a sexy smile curled Dominic’s glossy lips, and he winked at the grumpy angel in a playful manner.

“And don’t call me that,” Gabriel groused, as an afterthought.

Dominic chuckled huskily. “It’s a good thing I’m not one of Satan’s demon assassins. You would have been in trouble. I totally snuck up on you just now. Mr. All-Powerful Archangel.” The vampire’s tone was smug as he raised his eyebrows at Gabriel.

Dominic’s smugness rankled him and he grew annoyed. “I was just busy thinking.”

“Thinking?” Dominic took in the sight of all the empty beer bottles on the table and his lips dipped into a frown. “About what?” he prodded. If there were anything he could help Gabriel with he would do everything in his power to do so.

“None of your business, vampire,” Gabriel huffed automatically.

Dominic put his hands up before him in a placating gesture. “Testy. And here I am just trying to be nice, and wanting to thank you for coming to watch my performance. Did you enjoy it?”

Gabriel choked on the sip of vodka he’d just taken, and began to cough and sputter. “I didn’t come here to watch your dance performance.”

Dominic raised an eyebrow at the sullen angel. “Oh, really? Could have fooled me. I noticed that you couldn’t take your eyes off of me…the entire time.” He smirked cockily.

A faint blush rose to Gabriel’s cheeks, and he cursed his pale complexion. “That was just…” For work.

Dominic gave Gabriel an inquisitive look and tilted his head slightly. “Just…?” he prompted.

Gabriel shook his head. He didn’t want to reveal to Dominic yet that he’d been assigned as his guardian angel. “I’m just here to drink.”

“Obviously. Something bothering you?” Dominic tried again in a tentative tone. “Something I could help with? I doubt I could be of much use, but…I’m good at information gathering. And now that I’m a vampire I have a few new tricks up my sleeves.” He gave Gabriel a hopeful look.

A flash of surprise crossed Gabriel’s face. A vampire was offering him assistance? Him? The Almighty Archangel Gabriel? He didn’t need help. He needed no one’s help. Ever. It was laughable.

Gabriel chuckled lowly at the ludicrous idea. “You’re asking me if I need your help? Don’t be ridiculous.”

Dominic frowned. “Or maybe you just need someone to talk to. Now that Garth is busy being lovey-dovey with Sasha I bet you’re feeling lonely.” The vampire’s voice had turned teasing.

Hellcat shifter Garth Mackenzie was Gabriel’s previous ward that he’d successfully helped to find his Judge, Sasha Robinovitch, fall in love, and gain redemption. Garth was now officially a member of God’s Holy Army, and had joined the battle of Good versus Evil.

“Lonely? Me? Ha!” Gabriel scoffed and waved his hand dismissively through the air. “I don’t get lonely.”

Dominic gave Gabriel a skeptical look and narrowed his magenta eyes at him.

Those intense eyes…they looked like they could see right through him and it caused Gabriel to let out a defeated sigh. “Well, maybe just a little. My sister Uriel and that vampire punk Slaine Morvyn…have gotten engaged.”

Dominic’s eyes flared in surprise. “Engaged? Already! That playboy has…” He trailed off as he tried to be more considerate with his choice of words.

“Indeed,” Gabriel said through gritted teeth.

One night, Slaine Morvyn had found Dominic bleeding to death in the alley next to Iron Casket and on a whim had decided to turn him. According to vampire tradition, this made Dominic Slaine’s ‘servamp’, or servant vampire. Dominic even called Slaine his ‘Master’. Something that irked Gabriel to no end.

Although, Slaine didn’t choose to exert much control over Dominic or his life, and had instead given Dominic free rein to do as he wished. Gabriel vaguely recalled Slaine mentioning something about wanting Dominic to get revenge.

Dominic’s mind was blown by this unexpected turn of events, but he was still slightly confused by the way Gabriel was acting. “But, wait…isn’t this a good thing?” Dominic couldn’t help but feel happy for his Master for finally winning Uriel’s heart.

“A good thing? A good thing that my sister has lost her wings and elemental power for that punk!” Gabriel snarled angrily, causing Dominic to flinch guiltily. “A good thing that I’ve lost her forever!”

Dominic’s expression turned sympathetic, and he reached over the table to place his hand over Gabriel’s. “I’m sorry. I was being inconsiderate. But just because your sister is getting married doesn’t mean you’ve lost her. She’s still your sister, and she still loves you, right?”

Gabriel was oddly comforted by Dominic’s soothing words and could feel his anger draining out of him. “Right. That’s true,” he grudgingly admitted. Abruptly, Gabriel started to feel overheated. Damn, it’s gotten hot in here…or it just me?

The angel glanced down at the table and realized Dominic’s hand was on his. Ack! Gabriel swiftly pulled his hand back. “Don’t touch me, pervy vampire.”

A flash of sadness crossed Dominic’s gaze, but it was gone in an instant. “Sorry.” The vampire glanced over at a table where two men were seated. Their fierce golden eyes were on Gabriel, and they were chuckling darkly. “Gabriel, actually, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about…”

Suddenly, Gabriel stood up from his seat at the table. He was feeling…strange. Was it due to Dominic’s presence? He wondered fleetingly. The fuck? He felt dizzy, sick…

“I need to go take a piss. Don’t follow me. I’ll be right back.” Gabriel stomped off towards the men’s room.

Dominic frowned as he watched Gabriel go, wondering what he’d said wrong.

At the same time Gabriel had stood up from his table and headed towards the restrooms, the two men Dominic had been keeping an eye on stood up from their table and followed after the angel suspiciously.

Gabriel staggered into the restroom feeling hot and dizzy. He made his way over to one of the urinals, unzipped his black leather pants, pulled out his cock, and began to take a piss. Weird. His cock felt strange. It was pulsing, tingling, aching. What the fuck?

A pair of arms wrapped around Gabriel from behind, and reached for his cock. At first, Gabriel thought that maybe Dominic had followed him into the bathroom and was just being his usual pervy self. “Dominic, will you stop-” Gabriel glanced over his shoulder, and the words died in his throat when he came face to face with someone he knew. “You.

It was the demon Duke Zaleos - an incubus, or sex demon, Gabriel had convinced to come to Earth so that he could find his human Judge and be redeemed. Zaleos had gelled his blonde hair into a hairstyle reminiscent of Wolverine. He was shirtless, showing off his muscular, battle-scarred chest. The demon was wearing a pair of red and black snakeskin pants and combat boots. As always the incubus had a seductive aura about him.

“Zaleos,” Gabriel sneered.

“That’s Duke Zaleos,” Zaleos reminded snidely with a dangerous glint in his savage, golden eyes.

Gabriel noticed that standing just behind Zaleos was his brother Duke Bathin. Bathin was about a hundred pounds heavier than his brother, and had black hair. He was wearing two black leather straps that formed on X over his chest with metal studs on them, and a pair of black leather pants.

“Bathin, what the hell are you guys doing here?” Gabriel gave the incubus brothers a suspicious look.

Evil leers formed on their faces and the incubus brothers shared a conspiratorial look before turning their predatory attention back to Gabriel. “Oh, we just thought that maybe we could help you with that.” Zaleos pointed a well-manicured index finger at Gabriel’s crotch.

Gabriel carelessly glanced down at his crotch and noted that his cock was still out. And it was erect. “No fucking way.” He had an erection? The fuck?

Archangel Gabriel wasn’t stupid. He knew what an erection was, but…he’d never had one before. Not in his many millennia of existence. What the fuck was going on?

Gabriel’s ice-blue eyes flared in alarm, and he quickly shoved his aching cock back into his pants while blushing furiously. His brows knitted with confusion.

The incubus brothers laughed evilly at Gabriel’s freaked out expression. “You look confused, Archangel Gabriel. Never had an erection before?” Zaleos teased in a knowing tone of voice.

Gabriel’s head snapped up and he glared distrustfully at Zaleos. He was an incubus. “You…what did you do, you bastard?”

The wicked grin on Zaleos’s face widened. “Oh, nothing really.” The demon waved his hand flippantly through the air. “Just spit in your drink while you weren’t looking. You were very distracted by that male go-go dancer. The one with the purple hair.”

“You son of a bitch!” Gabriel growled angrily. Incubus saliva was a powerful aphrodisiac. “Why the hell did you do that? Just what were you thinking?” he demanded hotly.

“Revenge,” Zaleos drawled simply.

Gabriel’s expression turned confused. “What for?”

“Because we hate you,” Bathin spoke up in a deep, rumbling voice. “Duh.”

“You brought us here to Earth to find a human Judge that can redeem us of our sins. We’ve looked everywhere and we still can’t find our destined Judges. And it looks like we never will. That’s when my brother and I realized something. You’re full of bullshit, Gabriel,” Zaleos snarled accusingly. “There never was a Judge for my brother or I. Was there? Besides, we’re both incubi. We need sex in order to survive. You know this, and yet you’ve forbidden us from raping human women to get what we need-”

“Rape is a grave sin-” Gabriel interjected adamantly.

“You want us to suffer instead,” Zaleos snarled, his golden eyes flashing. “You care more about the humans than you care about us!”

“That’s not true!” the angel objected.

“Then how about you prove it,” Zaleos demanded, a nasty glint in his eyes. “We’ve gone ten days without sex, and if you won’t let us rape a human woman then the least you can do is lend us your ass, Gabriel.”

Bathin began to chuckle darkly.

Gabriel recoiled at the lewd suggestion and grit his teeth.

“My bro’s right. We are your responsibility, aren’t we?” Bathin added as he scratched his potbelly. “You brought us here.”

Gabriel’s mouth gaped open in horror. “You guys can’t be serious.”

“Oh, we’re dead serious,” Zaleos assured, and glanced over at his brother. “Isn’t that right, Bathin.”

Bathin nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Come on, Gabriel. You owe us.” He licked his lips with his abnormally long tongue.

Gabriel cringed and backed away from the two incubi that were eyeing him like a piece of meat. He shook his head in disappointment. “You’re both talking nonsense. I’d never-”

“We’re not asking you, Gabriel,” Zaleos declared, his golden eyes flashing. “We’re demanding your submission. You will be ours tonight, Gabriel. There is no escape.”

“We’ll have fun breaking you, dirtying you, soiling you. The Almighty Archangel Gabriel,” Bathin sneered condescendingly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

At that moment, the incubi simultaneously released their pheromones towards Gabriel and began to transform into their demonic forms. Two horns sprouted out of Zaleos’s head, and a pair of red, leathery, bat-like wings emerged from his back. Horns and wings also appeared on Bathin’s body, but his wings were midnight black. Lastly, the incubi sprouted long tails with deadly, barbed ends.

The scent of exotic, dark spices wafted through the air and reached Gabriel’s nose, causing his cock to throb painfully in his pants in response. He went weak at the knees, and his legs felt like jelly. He swayed on his feet, feeling dizzy.

The two incubi attacked and in the blink of an eye they had Gabriel pinned to the wall, his face pressing against the dirty tiles. Zaleos was standing directly behind Gabriel, and he pressed his erection into Gabriel’s ass and rubbed. “Ooo I’m going to enjoy this.”

Between the aphrodisiac and the pheromones Gabriel felt like he’d fallen into some kind of hypnotic trance. All the strength seemed to be seeping out of his body. And really what was the point in fighting? He’d lost everything. His sister…

Zaleos began to undo Gabriel’s pants while Bathin helped to keep Gabriel’s wrists pinned above his head.

At that moment, there was a harsh knock on the men’s room door. “Hey! Gabriel! Are you in there? Why is this door locked? Shit. I saw you go in there with those two incubi. Are you alright? Answer me!” Dominic’s concerned sounding voice could be heard through the door.

Dominic’s voice snapped Gabriel out of his trance as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. Dominic? Shit. I can’t let him find me like this…in this pathetic state. I have to fight this.

“Get the hell off of me, you bastards!” Gabriel pushed himself off the wall and shoved Zaleos and Bathin off of him. The two incubi wore matching startled expressions on their faces. It was unusual for someone to break free from an incubus’s demonic pheromones.

“He resisted us,” Zaleos murmured in awe. “But that only happens when…no, it can’t be.”

“But how?” Bathin asked confusedly and scratched his head.

Gabriel was pissed. The air around them dropped several degrees. “You fucking perverted bastards.” The Archangel raised his hand and summoned his angelic power - the ability to create and control the element of water and ice.

An icy blast shot out of Gabriel’s hand and towards the two incubi. A crackling sound filled the air and in seconds Zaleos and Bathin had been completely encased in ice.

Gabriel’s face was flushed and he was panting for breath. Shit. There’s something wrong with my body. His body still didn’t quite feel like his own or entirely under his control. That was close. He’d almost let himself get raped by two incubi. What a shitty night!

And he was still hard. Fuck my life.

“Hey, Gabriel.” Dominic’s voice was heard again through the locked door. “Are you okay in there? Please, answer me.” The vampire’s voice was laced with concern.

Shit. I can’t let him see me like this. Gabriel quickly entered one of the cubicles, slammed the lid down on the toilet, and sat down. He glared down at the bulge in his black leather pants and scowled darkly. How the hell was he supposed to get rid of this damned erection?

He’d never had an erection before, and so didn’t know how to deal with it. He didn’t know how to make it go away and it didn’t seem like glaring at it angrily was doing anything. “My body won’t listen to me. It’s still acting strangely. I have no choice but to beat it into submission.” Gabriel concluded and nodded grimly to himself, decision made.

The Archangel was used to solving most of his problems with his fists. When in doubt…use your fists. This was pretty much his motto. Well, it worked when fighting against evil aliens that were trying to take over the Universe, or against demons that were trying to escape the realm of Hell.

Gabriel raised his fist, and got ready to hit his erection until it went away.

No!” Dominic’s horrified sounding voice rang out loudly.

Having grown extremely concerned about Gabriel, Dominic had broken the lock on the door using his new vampiric strength, and entered the men’s room. He’d rushed over to peer in the various stalls until he spotted Gabriel about to punch his penis for some unfathomable reason.

Using his lightning fast reflexes, Dominic reached out, grabbed Gabriel’s wrist, and stopped him. Just in the nick of time.

Gabriel looked up at Dominic, flushed, aroused, panting for breath, and seriously confused. “The hell? Dominic…let me take care of this by myself. I’ve got this.”

Dominic frowned and his brow furrowed in confusion. “You do realize you were about to punch your own dick, right?”

“It’s the only way I can think of to make it return to normal,” Gabriel admitted sullenly.

A bewildered expression formed on the vampire’s face. “Hey, wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that you’ve never had an erection before?” His voice was laced with awe.

Gabriel’s flush deepened with embarrassment. “I’m an Archangel. I have no need for such unnecessary bodily functions. Especially since I don’t plan on mating with anyone anytime soon.”

Understanding lit Dominic’s magenta-colored eyes. “Those incubi got you good, huh? They must have blasted you with their demonic pheromones. Those jerks. Well, don’t you worry. You’re in good hands now. You just leave everything to me, sweetie. I’ll take care of your little problem. Or should I say big problem?” The vampire chuckled at his inside joke. “I’ll show you how to take care of this the right way.” The angel gave him a skeptical look. “You know, just in case this happens again or something.”

“What are you-?” Gabriel started in a rough voice.

Dominic sank to his knees in front of Gabriel, reached out, and smoothly unzipped Gabriel’s pants before pulling out his erection. Dominic took a moment to just admire Gabriel’s cock. It was glorious. The angel’s penis was much larger and thicker than his own with a vein throbbing on its side. There was even a drop of precum glistening on the very tip. The sight caused Dominic to salivate.

The vampire started to tremble slightly with nervousness and anticipation. This was like a dream. Well, one of his wet dreams. That was for sure. Would he really get to suck Archangel Gabriel’s cock? He wondered dazedly.

“No, don’t-” Gabriel started when he began to realize what Dominic intended.

Dominic lowered his head and gently guided Gabriel’s erection to his mouth before taking the tip of the angel’s penis into his mouth. First, he lapped up that delectable drop of precum and then moaned at its yummy taste. Then he sucked. I can die happy now.

Gabriel gasped at the feeling of Dominic’s hot, wet mouth enveloping the tip of his cock. It felt…incredible. It felt good. Really good.

Dominic looked up at Gabriel and their eyes met. Zing.

Gabriel swallowed thickly as he began to lose himself in those mesmerizing magenta depths.

Dominic didn’t break eye contact with the angel as he began to slide his mouth further down Gabriel’s erection.

“Holy shit,” Gabriel swore loudly.

Dominic smiled as he took Gabriel deep, until the tip of the angel’s cock brushed against the back of his throat. He didn’t gag because he was used to giving head. Dominic was going to give this innocent angel the best blowjob of his life. He would blow Gabriel’s mind.

Dominic proceeded to bob his head over Gabriel’s erection, making sure to use his tongue to stroke the sides of the length in his mouth. He pulled back and then sucked on the tip, flicking his tongue back and forth over the very tip of Gabriel’s erection in a way that he knew would make the angel see stars.

Gabriel’s hips began to buck upwards of their own accord, as his body sought more wetness, warmth and pleasure from the vampire’s mouth. The pleasure was only increasing though, and coiling in his gut. A thrill of fear crawled up Gabriel’s spine since he didn’t know what would happen to him when he was pushed over the edge.

Gabriel wanted to bury his hands in Dominic’s silky, purple hair, but he resisted this mad urge.

Gabriel’s cock was so large Dominic had to use his left hand to help stroke the angel’s erection. I wonder if all angels are this big. Dominic started to increase his speed and the force of his grip. He sucked on the tip again, and then boldly fondled Gabriel’s balls.

The intimate feeling of Dominic’s hand on his balls caused Gabriel to reach orgasm, and he came with a strangled shout into Dominic’s mouth. “Dominic!” The pleasure he’d been feeling exploded like fireworks and magnified.

The sheer ecstasy that Gabriel felt in that moment was insane. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. It was incomparable. Is this why humans are so obsessed with this perverted shit?

Dominic didn’t pull back, but swallowed up every drop of come Gabriel had to offer him. The vampire’s face was flushed and he was now painfully aroused too. He didn’t expect the angel to do anything about that though. Gabriel was too far above him.

Dominic removed his mouth from Gabriel’s limp cock with a slick pop. He licked his lips and looked up at Gabriel with a dreamy, satisfied expression on his face. “Mmm, you taste delicious, gorgeous.” I hope he enjoyed that. I hope he smiles. He’s so sexy when he smiles. I want to make him smile more.

As the haze of lustful ecstasy faded, Gabriel crash-landed to Earth from his orgasm high rather quickly. A look of horror suffused his features and he paled. He’d just let Dominic Wilde suck him off. He’d just come inside of Dominic’s mouth. And Dominic had swallowed. His seed was inside of Dominic.

Oh my God. Hellfire and damnation. What have I done? I’m his guardian angel…for fuck’s sake. “Fuck!” Gabriel shoved Dominic back angrily and stood up from the toilet. “What the hell, Dominic?” he demanded in an accusing tone.

Dominic frowned up at the grumpy angel, and looked put out. “You didn’t like it? It didn’t feel good? Did I mess up?” Disappointment and worry shone in his gaze.

Gabriel felt his face heat up at Dominic’s words and cursed his pale complexion. Dominic was going to think he was some kind of blushing maiden. “I…it doesn’t matter how it felt. You shouldn’t have done that. I…dammit. Could this day get any shittier?” He pushed his way past the stunned Dominic and stomped out of the bathroom stall.

Dominic quickly followed Gabriel with a pout on his face.

Gabriel strode over to the frozen forms of Zaleos and Bathin. A sad, disappointed look formed on the angel’s face. He placed his right hand on Zaleos and his left on Bathin.

“What are you doing?” Dominic asked, giving the two frozen demons wary looks.

“I’m going to take these two perverts back to Hell,” Gabriel explained, and a dark cloud fell over his features. “Where they belong.”

Dominic swallowed nervously and shuffled his feet. “Because…they like men?”

Gabriel’s eyebrows rose at Dominic’s unexpected question, and he couldn’t help but notice that Dominic was looking anywhere but at him. It was almost as if he were ashamed. And Gabriel couldn’t have that. He shook his head. “Being gay isn’t a sin, Dominic. Hey, look at me.” Dominic looked up to meet Gabriel’s gaze. “But…being a crazy, perverted, asshole rapist is.” Gabriel let out a heavy sigh and resisted rubbing his temples with his fingers. He could feel a headache coming on.

Dominic let out a breath of relief. Being gay isn’t a sin, Dominic. Gabriel’s words echoed inside of his head. When I die and end up in Hell, at least I’ll know it wasn’t because of that.

Gabriel noticed Dominic’s morose expression and found himself talking as if he wanted to offer Dominic reassurance. “I thought…I saw good in them,” the angel began to explain in a disappointed tone. “I thought they could be redeemed. That they would go back to the way they used to be, before…”

“Before?” Dominic prompted curiously.

“The Fall,” Gabriel revealed darkly, and shook his head to clear it of those tortuous memories of the past. “It doesn’t really matter, I suppose. It’s not like they even remember their former selves as Archangels. So long, Dominic.”

“Wait,” Dominic started, “is it safe?”

Gabriel arched an eyebrow at the vampire. “Safe?”

“You know…going to Hell.” Dominic waved his hand nervously through the air. “Maybe I should go with you.”

Surprise flashed across Gabriel’s gaze. “No need, vampire. I have everything under control. Farewell.” A magical circle made of ice formed beneath Gabriel’s feet as he focused on the image he wanted to create in his mind. A pentagram formed inside of the circle as well as several ancient, magical symbols and runes of power.

The magic circle glowed with a bright blue light and then when the light became nearly blinding, Gabriel and the two incubi were teleported to Hell.

“Bye,” Dominic said softly to the empty restroom.

***

Gabriel and the two incubi materialized in the middle of a barren, sandy wasteland. A crimson sky shone overhead streaked with gray clouds. The overwhelming scent of brimstone and ash filled the air. The sweltering heat hit Gabriel like a ton of bricks and he staggered forward.

Oh, how Gabriel loathed this foul place - the realm of Hell. This inescapable prison that God had created for Lucifer and the angels who’d turned against him. This hellish place was home now for Lucifer, otherwise known as Satan, and the other angels who’d fallen and become demons. Gabriel’s old friends who’d he’d failed to convince not to turn against God. Friends…that he’d failed once. But intended not to fail a second time.

Far in the distance Gabriel could see demon King Arthur’s impressive medieval castle and the wall that surrounded Camelot. King Arthur was probably having dinner with the lovely demon Queen Gwenevere, and the demon knights of the round table.

For a time, long ago, Camelot had existed in the Earthly realm due to a tear in the scape of reality. And this had given rise to the many legends about King Arthur, Queen Gwenvere and Lancelot. Lancelot also existed in Hell…but as a human and a renowned Dragon Rider. But this was a story for another time.

The rumors in Hell indicated that King Arthur and Queen Gwenevere were sympathetic to Gabriel’s cause - finding demons interested in a second chance and the opportunity to be redeemed of their sins so that they could once again join His Holy Army.

Once those demons were found Gabriel would seal their memories, and send them to Earth so that they could try and find their destined Judge. Only the power of love could redeem a demon or vampire of his or her sins.

Of course, King Arthur had no interest in taking Gabriel’s deal himself since he was madly in love with Queen Gwenevere.

Even though Gabriel had a few allies now, he still hated this place with a passion. And even though he hated it, he was still there much too often for his taste. Convincing demons that they should repent of their sins, and seek redemption was much harder than it sounded.

Gabriel would travel around the realm of Hell, challenging demons to duels, and if he won he was usually able to convince the demon to give up their memories and loyalty to Lucifer so that they could go to Earth in search of his or her Judge. But most of the time, Gabriel got his ass kicked…and would have to try again another day to ‘convince’ the demon to take his deal.

Centuries ago, Gabriel finally got the proof he needed to show God that there was still good buried deep down in the hearts of demons. When the fallen angel Dantalion had fallen in love with God’s Chosen Warrior, Joan of Arc, and had later sacrificed himself to protect her reincarnation - this had revealed that even a demon was still capable of love.

And love was the most powerful force in the Universe.

This forbidden love had been the reason why Joan of Arc had ultimately been forsaken by God and allowed to burn at the stake for her sin of loving a demon.

However, the reincarnation of Joan of Arc had ended up falling in love with the demon Dantalion once again when she encountered him at a pub called Dullahan’s Irish Pub where Dante had been working as a wicked bartender while trying to blend in with human society.

Later, Dante chose to sacrifice himself in order to protect Joan. Joan’s heart had broken inside of her chest in that moment, and her pure love had redeemed Dante. She’d won him a second chance - at life, love and fighting for the side of Good.

When Gabriel had found out about this he’d seen a glimmer of hope for his ex-comrades, the fallen angels. He’d realized that he’d underestimated the power of love and its redeeming characteristics.

He’d been filled with hope for the fallen. He’d decided that God had been wrong not to give the fallen angels a second chance. After all, humans got their second chance at redemption through their belief in Jesus Christ, so why couldn’t the demons get a second chance too? It seemed only fair.

Gabriel was certain that through love - the greatest force in the universe - his ex-comrades could be redeemed.

The Archangel had traveled to Hell forthwith, disobeying God’s orders to continue a Galactic war against a violent alien race that was trying to take over the Universe, and had become known as a ‘rogue angel’ henceforth.

After that, Gabriel had begun his quest and solo mission to try and convince the fallen angels in Hell to take his deal.

Although, keeping a demon’s wicked nature secret from incubi that needed sex in order to survive, or shifters that went into heat during the full moon was next to impossible and potentially dangerous for the humans that came in close proximity to these demons. Because of this Gabriel had had to make a few exceptions to the rule of sealing a demon’s memory to grant them passage to Earth.

At first, Gabriel had set out on this solo mission to save his ex-comrades on his own, but when his sister Uriel had discovered what he’d done she’d immediately disobeyed God, left Heaven, and had traveled to Hell in search of her brother. She’d been determined to fight alongside her brother in whatever reckless undertaking he’d embarked on, regardless of the fact that she too became known as a rogue angel because of him.

Gabriel would never forget what he’d made his beloved sister Uriel give up for his sake. In Heaven, Uriel had been loved and looked up to by many angels and Archangels. But now…her reputation in Heaven was tarnished.

It had been the two of them against the world. And now that his sister had fallen in love with the vampire Slaine Morvyn and was even engaged to him, Gabriel was all alone now. All alone…

As the hot, sweltering air hit the two incubi trapped in ice, the ice quickly began to melt. Unfortunately, the ice that surrounded their heads began to melt first.

Gabriel didn’t want to stick around and listen to their complaints, so quickly summoned his elemental power. A sheet of ice began to form beneath his feet, and he began to concentrate on creating a magical circle that would be used to teleport him back to Earth.

“Going so soon, Gabriel?” Zaleos sneered, his lip curling. “You’re really just going to abandon us here again? You lying bastard.”

Even though Gabriel was incredibly angry with these two perverted incubi their words still hurt. A demon’s form reflected the sin that had consumed them while in Heaven. As was the case for Zaleos and Bathin…once sexes had been granted to the angels they’d misused this gift and had fallen into sexual depravity.

“That’s not it, bro,” Bathin started with a gleam in his beady eyes. “He’s hurrying back to that vampire whore. What’s his name? Ah, yes, Dominic Wilde. I bet they’re lovers.” He chuckled darkly.

Gabriel stiffened at Bathin’s words and he couldn’t stop himself from turning around and glaring at the demon. “What the hell did you just say?”

“You heard me,” Bathin egged. “You want to tap that ass, don’t you?” He waggled his tongue obscenely at the angel.

“Or maybe you want him to tap yours,” Zaleos suggested with a wide grin. “I noticed the way Dominic looked at you. He’s probably in love with you. Pathetic,” he sneered cruelly. “And he’s a vampire. That’s…interesting. Isn’t it, brother?”

“Oooo,” Bathin said as his eyes grew wide with understanding. “That means Dominic’s soul is here in Hell, doesn’t it, brother?”

A chill crawled up Gabriel’s spine at the incubus’s ominous words.

“That’s right, Bathin,” Zaleos agreed. “You know, Dominic is easy on the eyes. I say we find his soul and have some fun, brother.”

“Yeah, that sounds good, bro,” Bathin agreed eagerly.

The reins holding back Gabriel’s temper snapped. In the blink of an eye the angel was standing in front of Zaleos and Bathin, and had his hand wrapped around Zaleos’s throat. Gabriel began to strangle him, and constricted his fingers around the incubus’s throat.

Zaleos desperately gasped for breath as he was choked.

“Don’t you dare lay a finger on him,” Gabriel growled threateningly through gritted teeth. “Or else.”

“Or else what?” Zaleos gasped out, eyes flashing defiantly. “You can’t stay here in Hell for too long or else Lucifer will sense your presence and come looking for you. He’s not very happy about you stealing demons away from his army, you know. He wants you dead. Obliterated from existence. So, I guess it’s a race to see who can find Dominic Wilde’s soul in Hell first now.”

“We’ll find him first, and we’ll fuck the living daylights out of him,” Bathin announced.

Gabriel saw red and with his free hand he punched Bathin right in the nose. Bathin’s nose was shattered and red blood poured down the demon’s face.

“Bathin!” Zaleos cried out in concern. “You’ll pay for that, Gabriel. We’ll make your beloved Dominic pay the price for that, in your stead.”

Gabriel’s hand closed down on Zaleos’s windpipe and broke it. Zaleos began to choke…and die. Zaleos was immortal though and so would come back to life after he died, as long as he still had his head attached to his shoulders. Still, dying was not a fun experience.

Gabriel took a step back, horrified by his brash actions. “Damn you, Zaleos…I will find Dominic’s soul before you bastards do. Count on it.”

The incubi’s injuries were slowly healing and as soon as they could they started laughing at Gabriel.

Shit. I’m just letting them fuck with my head. Gabriel heard the sound of flapping wings in the distance. Dragon riders. He had to get the hell out of there. Dammit. He’d have to search for Dominic’s soul some other time.

Gabriel stepped back into his incomplete magic circle and finished it. “Teleport,” the angel commanded the magic circle. The symbols glowed brightly before the angel was teleported back to Earth and to his luxurious penthouse apartment in San Francisco.

Gabriel’s apartment had an ocean view and lots of windows. It reminded Gabriel of Heaven - that futuristic city that floated in the clouds. The furnishings of his apartment were sparse and mostly utilitarian. There were two white leather couches in the living room, a flat-screen TV, and a glass coffee table. The open kitchen was filled with the best chrome appliances, white granite countertops and a black and white tiled backsplash.

Gabriel didn’t really have any personal belongings. Unless his broadsword counted. He was a warrior, first and foremost, and didn’t have any such need for things like framed photos or porcelain knickknacks of cute animals. Although, now that his sister was gone he regretted not taking a photo or two of her. At least he would have had a picture of her to stave off the loneliness he felt due to her gaping absence.

Gabriel made his way to his bedroom, opened the door, and entered. He flipped on a light switch and his bedroom was illuminated. A large, wrought iron four-poster bed took up most of the room. Gabriel felt a pang inside of his chest as he looked at the baby blue comforter his sister had picked out for him that had the design of white fluffy clouds on it.

Inside of his room there was a closet, bookcase filled with a few books, a desk, and a single chair. There were no photographs or paintings on the walls. Most of the items inside of his room were…white. He frowned. He’d never really noticed how cold his room felt until now. He felt chilled to the bone.

Gabriel stripped off his clothes until he was dressed only in his black silk boxers and went over to flop down on the bed. The angel let out a heavy sigh. Zaleos and Bathin…he’d failed them. He put his face in his hands. His ex-comrades. Would he fail Dominic too? He wondered in despair.

No. He couldn’t fail the vampire. He had to save Dominic Wilde. He’d start with trying to get Dominic to quit being an escort first. And in his spare time he’d travel to Hell and try to find Dominic’s soul before Zaleos and Bathin did.

Ideally, he would help Dominic find his human Judge as soon as possible so that the Judge’s love would redeem Dominic and the vampire’s soul would be returned to him. This would also ensure that Dominic’s soul was not in the hands of those perverted incubi. I can’t fail him. I won’t fail him. I will save…Dominic Wilde.

To be continued in…Dance 2: Foxtrot





Chapter 2: Foxtrot


Black bat-like wings extended, Dominic Wilde landed on the tiny balcony outside of his ratty apartment where he used to live with his deceased mother, Leiko Sakamoto. The apartment building was situated directly behind an exclusive S&M club named Crushed Velvet that catered to patrons interested in BDSM for straight and gay people alike.

Crushed Velvet was where Dominic ‘officially’ worked. Recently, Dominic’s owner Mr. Leon Guerra had granted him more freedom, and his status had been raised from slave to ‘professional escort’. This meant that Dominic could now leave the club and meet with his clients at hotels, whereas before he’d entertained his clients at the club in the back rooms, or at his dilapidated apartment.

Dominic was even allowed to work part-time at Iron Casket as a go-go dancer now. And unbeknownst to his owner Mr. Guerra, Dominic was also working as an information broker since the amount of information men tended to divulge during pillow talk after mind-blowing sex was pretty amazing.

The few friends Dominic had made while working at Iron Casket were unaware of his status as a ‘human slave’, or rather ‘vampire slave’ that was owned by Mr. Leon Guerra, the owner of the S&M club, Crushed Velvet. Mr. Guerra was an ex-human trafficker turned club owner.

Well, technically Dominic’s mother Leiko had belonged to Mr. Guerra, and she’d gotten pregnant by a random client. She’d ended up giving birth to Dominic in secret. When Dominic had turned twelve, Leiko had told Dominic that he needed to start working for a living too, and that’s how he’d begun working as a prostitute.

But that was a long, boring story, and Dominic didn’t want to think about his dark origins too much.

Dominic was fine with the way things currently were in his fucked up life. He was a professional escort, and because he was gay he took male clients.

Having been exposed to S&M at a young age, he was used to pain. In fact, he relished in it. Enjoyed it. Dominic considered himself to be a masochist, and usually played a submissive role during sex.

At the moment, Dominic wasn’t anyone’s ‘official’ submissive. He’d only been someone’s official submissive once, and that hadn’t turned out too well for him. In fact, it’d ended up with Dominic bleeding to death in the alley next to Iron Casket where the vampire Slaine Morvyn had found him and had taken pity on him.

Slaine had turned Dominic into a vampire so that he could get revenge on the sadistic man who’d tortured him and left him alone to die in that alley. This was the theory anyways. Easier said than done. Unfortunately, Dominic was still too much of a chickenshit to try and find the man who’d hurt him and exact revenge.

Dominic was absolutely terrified of his ‘Master’ and ‘Ex-Dom’ who’d turned about to be a demon. A real demon with horns and a tail and supernatural powers that Dominic had been unable to understand or comprehend at the time since he’d just been a normal, pathetic human man.

So for now, casual sex and one-nights stands was best. And also a lot safer. At least, for him. Sometimes, Dominants just didn’t play by the rules. Especially, when they turned out to be sadistic demons from Hell.

Dominic was into some pretty hardcore shit, but that demon had taken the cake. That’s why he didn’t intend to go looking for that demon anytime soon. Even though now thanks to Slaine Morvyn he had superhuman strength and reflexes.

This should have made him braver, but it didn’t. Dominic shuddered as he remembered how he’d been lying there alone in that dark alley bleeding to death. He hadn’t felt regret. He hadn’t felt much of anything really. Just a sense of, ‘Oh well, this is it. Too bad, but whatever.’

Dominic hadn’t had a reason to live at the time. But Slaine had given him a reason - revenge. Too bad Dominic wasn’t really interested.

Today, Dominic could say that he was actually happy to be alive.

And the reason for this was none other than Archangel Gabriel.

Eeee! I can’t believe I actually sucked off Archangel Gabriel! Dominic inwardly squealed with a blush to his cheeks. The face he made when he came…I’ll never forget it.

For vampire Dominic Wilde it had been love at first sight. Or maybe first scent?

One day, Dominic had been seated at a table at Iron Casket chilling with his friend Garth Mackenzie, who happened to be a demon tiger shifter, and he’d caught of whiff of this delectable minty smell. It had reminded Dominic of fresh, crushed, mint leaves. A crisp, cool scent.

Then a handsome man had abruptly materialized seated at his friend’s table.

Just. Like. That.

Before Dominic could panic Garth had quickly explained that the man was his guardian angel, otherwise known as the legendary Archangel Gabriel.

Apparently, angels could turn invisible.

Kinky.

Archangels could also heal and control different elements of nature. In Gabriel’s case he had control over the element of water and ice.

After his initial shock had faded, and Dominic had gotten a better look at the man it was love at first sight. Ah, of course he’s not human. Dominic had never seen such a perfect looking male specimen before. He’s too perfect.

Gabriel had spiky, white hair with punky, sky-blue tips. His eyes were an icy blue with long lashes. But his long eyelashes were where his feminine features ended though. His facial features were chiseled. He had a Roman nose and a manly, square chin.

Gabriel had been wearing a simple dark blue T-shirt, black leather pants, and combat boots. He had several ear piercings and Dominic had immediately longed to take them into his mouth and suck. Perhaps, he could nibble on the angel’s earlobe first.

The T-shirt the angel had been wearing had clung to his muscular chest in a way that allowed Dominic to admire the male’s six-pack abs. Dominic had been openly drooling, and Garth had laughed at him loudly. “Dominic, man, pull yourself together. You’re drooling.”

Dominic had blushed scarlet.

“Disgusting,” Gabriel had sneered at him, and Dominic’s heart had plummeted inside of his chest. Ah, but what had he expected? It made sense that such a superior being would think he was beneath him. Disgusting. That sounded about right.

Archangel Gabriel was so above him, it wasn’t even funny. Like a shinning star in the sky, the angel was completely unreachable. Untouchable. Unattainable. The angel was probably straight too.

But even though Dominic realized he’d never have a chance with Archangel Gabriel that didn’t stop him from shamelessly flirting with the Archangel henceforth, much to Gabriel’s chagrin.

Gabriel would make the most interesting expressions when Dominic snuck up on him and hit on him. Le sigh. Gabriel called Dominic a ‘perverted vampire’ or ‘pervy vampire’ and ‘disgusting’ a lot.

At those times, Dominic would just smile at Gabriel because it was true. He was a disgusting, perverted vampire who wanted to be fucked by Archangel Gabriel. Ah, I want Gabriel to slap me with his dick and fuck me raw. He thought wistfully.

Dominic entered his cramped bedroom and flicked on a light. The twin-sized bed with an old, musty mattress took up most of the room. A single white bed sheet covered his bed. There was a closet that was built into the wall, a small dresser, a single nightstand…and that was it.

At least his owner Mr. Guerra provided him with snazzy designer clothes in order to look good for his clients, and so his closet was filled with a nice assortment of clothes.

Yeah, his life was fucked up. He knew that, but…he didn’t have the motivation to change it. Even now as a powerful, immortal vampire he didn’t really see why he should make any drastic changes to his life.

Now that Dominic needed blood in order to survive his profession as an escort actually came in handy. The vampire would let his clients do whatever they wanted to him: tie him up, spank him, whip him, cut him, the list went on - in exchange for their blood. All Dominic had to do was claim he was a ‘blood fetishist’ and they believed him. It was pretty damned convenient.

Dominic walked over to his dresser, pulled open the top drawer, reached inside, and pulled out Gabriel Junior - a penis-shaped dildo.

“Time to console me, Gabriel Junior.” Dominic grabbed some lube and headed to the bed. He stripped off his clothes until he was completely naked and got on the bed.

First, Dominic prepped himself with his fingers and lube before he shoved the vibrator up his twitching asshole.

The vampire groaned as he closed his eyes and pictured Gabriel entering him. He pushed the dildo all the way inside and then poured some more lube onto his right hand.

He was still hard from sucking Gabriel off earlier. He gripped his throbbing erection and began to stroke. “Oh yeah.” Dominic closed his eyes and imagined Gabriel fucking him roughly.

With his left hand he moved the dildo in and out of his ass, and stroked his dick at the same time with his right hand. Mind-blowing pleasure. He didn’t even need the added pain he usually did to get himself off. His lust for Gabriel was just that strong.

It didn’t take Dominic very long before he was coming. “Gabriel!” He shouted as hot, wet streams of come covered his stomach and chest. His ass was clenching around the dildo inside of him as he rode out his orgasm.

After Dominic came down from his orgasm high, he just felt empty and alone. Well, he was literally empty after he’d taken Gabriel Junior out of his ass. “Gabriel…” Dominic murmured softly, and thought back to the evening’s strange and unexpected events.

While Dominic had been shaking his booty in the cage that hung from the ceiling of Iron Casket, he’d noticed two incubus demons eyeing Gabriel with menacing intent, and with twisted leers on their faces.

Dominic had quickly focused his attention on Gabriel, and noticed that the angel was watching his performance intently. Although the angel had had a glower on his face.

Dominic knew that Gabriel was pretty much all-powerful, but had been worried anyways. He’d quickly motioned for one of the club’s employees to bring him the ladder so that he could get down from the cage.

After he’d made his descent, he’d taken a seat at Gabriel’s table, and had immediately been alarmed and worried when the angel hadn’t even noticed his presence.


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