The Lost Boy Ch. 25

The two stared each other down for a few more seconds, many angels in the distance who had chased after Katabin and Ian al flinched from the sound of their boss angel yelling like that. Her powerful tone striking fear into their hearts as they silently watched from afar.

But eventually, gritting his teeth, Manachiel managed to grumble, "Yes...my lady..." And with that, turned away to stomp off in a huff.

November watched him, his thunderous footsteps carrying him around the parking lot and into the street of Shelter. He wanted to just fly off, to launch himself from the ground and find a quiet place to sit and fume for a while. But the sun was still out, it was broad daylight by the time they brought Katabin back here being early in the afternoon.

There was a temptation to just risk being seen, he was angry enough to almost throw caution to the wind and just blast off. However he bit back the urge, again huffing and allowing the briefest flash of his wings to flicker out behind him as he walked down the road into town.

Unaware of the small red feather that fluttered to the snow, sizzling and burning into a crisp in the snow behind him.

Meanwhile, Katabin had successfully saved Ian from the horde of Angels, and brought him to his room. It was a simple small room and had very minimal evidence that Katabin had ever lived in it, probably because he really didn't have the chance to now that Ian thought about it.

All Ian had with him was a pair of PJ's in his bag, some clothes for tomorrow, some snacks, and a toothbrush, so he just set his bag down on the floor and allowed Katabin to give him the grand tour.

A bathroom, and the main room with one full sized bed, a small TV at the end of it, two nightstands and twin lamps for light. Nothing special.

You'd think that Angel's would want better lounging's, but then again they were angels, they probably didn't care whether it was fancy or minimal. Succubi were the beauty queens who usually liked living the high life. Even his Liline, she acted like she was content with her middle class home and job, but Ian was pretty sure she secretly wanted a bigger, better home for the two of them.

He had caught her more than once flipping through houses going on sale in the newer areas of Shelter.

"Maybe somewhere we can raise a family." He joked in his head.

"Well...I suppose that's everything." Katabin spun about for a moment, "I suppose I can get my rest now, as long as you'll stay here the whole time?"

Ian nodded, "Of course, I promised I'd spend the night so you don't have to worry about me going anywhere."

Kat's lips formed a heart-warming smile, "Okaaay...well, guess I'll get to it." He said crawling onto the bed and sitting on the edge, taking off the shoes that were donated to him, then the socks.

"Wait, right now?" Ian asked, watching as the angel boy removed his socks.

Katabin looked over his shoulder, "Mhm, I am still exhausted, and November permitted me to sleep, so I wanna try it right away." He pushed down the heavy pants covering his legs, leaving him in just a baggy long sleeve shirt and underwear, then scooted back on the bed to insert himself beneath the covers.

Ian tried to speak, "Um, but it's...day-"

"You can sleep too if you want, I'm gonna try it now okay? And remember you promised to stay!" He said quickly, nestling himself beneath the blankets cozily.

"Sleeping is usually done at nig-" Kats head hit the pillow and his eyes shut. "Ooookay good night." Ian said nonchalantly.

He then stood there by the door awkwardly for a few minutes, just kind of waddling about idly, unsure of what to do. Katabin went down into the bed and didn't move or make a sound, his blankets just rising and falling slowly and evenly as if in a deep sleep already.

"Geez, wish I could fall asleep that easily." But again, even though Angels don't get tired, he had been worked over several times, so he earned a rest. Ian would just have to entertain himself for a while.

The next few hours went by veeeery slowly, definitely not the sleepover Ian had in mind. Mostly it was just him pacing back and forth a bit, using the bathroom a few times, sitting on the floor tapping his thighs to a beat in his head, turning the volume all the way down on the tv and scanning the channels, munching on the cookies in his bag Liline provided him, banging his head on the wall a few times.

Boooooored.

He couldn't bare the thought of Katabin waking up and finding Ian was gone, so he stayed in the room, for hours, doing nothing but dull activities awaiting sleeping beauty to awaken.

Eventually though, the sun finally began to set, and the sky outside went dark enough for Ian to decide to change into his pjs. A pair of fuzzy baby blue bottoms and a simple white t-shirt, then risked actually climbing into the one bed with Kat. Gingerly slipping his legs under the sheets and taking extra care not to disturb him.

He flipped the lights off and continued watching tv for a while, now sitting up in the bed next to his tired friend. Thumb tapping the buttons, hoping for something interesting to catch his eye while keeping the volume almost all the way down.

'You have just two hours left to complete your blades!'

"Seen it"

'Tell me...do you bleed?'

"Spare me."

'AND HIS NAME IS JOHN-'

"Nope"

'You're a wizard Harr-'

"Last resort."

'What...are you doing in my SWA-'

"Pass."

'There's...there's no way I can fit that into my mouth..."

"Whoa what?" Ian suddenly felt his eyes widen by what he was looking at.

Appearing on the TV was what looked like a flat chested girl in a gym leotard, pulled down below her chest revealing her nipples, with long brown curly hair in the middle of doing a long way split.

Standing above her, was a woman, dressed in gym shorts and a pink sports bra with her hands on her hips. Sticking out of her opened shorts, was a giant, fat cock, lording over the girls' face.

"Oh but honey...how else are you gonna get your protein shake?" The cock toting woman, Ian guessed a Succubus, cheekily asked her. The cheesy dialogue almost making Ian want to laugh, but the desire to quickly faded as the girl blushed slightly, then reached up to take hold of the cock, sticking out her tongue and licking along the underside.

"Did I just find the porn channel?" Ian thought, watching as the flat chested girl slowly licked along the length of the meaty dick in her grasp. She trailed her tongue up and down the organ, licking and sucking on the sides of it like it was a sweet lollipop. Only then did Ian also just happen to notice that in the bottom of her leotard, between the girls legs was the tiniest of bulges. Poking out the tight material, "Oh! That's a...boy? Or...another Succubus? But if it was a Succubus wouldn't it be...bigger?" Ian tilted his head confused, "So...it is a boy, wow...he looks so much like a girl." The thought almost made him fondly look back at the time when he thought Cassiel was a girl as well. "I guess dressing boys up as girls is a fetish for a lot of the Sisters around here."

"It's sooo big...and I'm so little..." The boy went on, slurring his words trying to sound overly innocent.

"Don't you worry...you'll stretch really nicely..." The faceless cock wielder replied with.

"This is embarrassing." Ian almost chuckled watching the cheesy scene unfold. But then for just a moment he started to think, "Hmm...I wonder if Liline is into stuff like this..." He tapped his chin, now that he thought over the scenario. He felt a little bit of a blush coming to his cheeks, "It...actually seems kinda...hot..."

"Mmmh..." Ian heard a quiet mumbling coming from beside him, and immediately realized that Katabin was stirring in his sleep. Spastically, Ian went for the remote, nearly dropping it a few times in his attempts to catch it until finally he got both hands around it and switched the channel back to one of the previous shows. Then reclined back in bed with his arms lazily relaxed above his head and tried to act inconspicuous. Katabin rolled onto his side, facing Ian with his eyes still closed and made a few more little squeaks, and coos as he reached over himself, stretching his arms high above him and arching his back. "Mmmmh...aaaahh..." He sighed, feeling the tension release from his muscles in an incredibly sweet sensation.

Slowly his eyelids peaked open, showing off the sapphire blue eyes they hid behind them, and looked up drowsily at Ian. "Hey there." Ian spoke quietly. "How was your first sleep?"

Katabin smiled, "Very...relaxing." He whispered back, he didn't know that simply laying in the same spot with your eyes closed for hours could feel so rejuvenating. His place in the bed was so comfortable and warm, he shifted about a bit continuing to face Ian, but to also snuggle into the blankets a little more. "Mmm...I wanna sleep all the time."

Ian giggled, "You and me both."

The angel glanced down at the television that Ian was staring at, "What is this?"

"This? It's about a boy who finds out he's a wizard and he goes to a school to learn how to control his power and there's a bunch of bad guys who try to kill him and...oh my God I'm Harry Potter..." Ian said suddenly being hit with an epiphany of the similarities between his own life and the boy wizard.

With obviously a few differences but it blew his mind for the moment to think about it.

"What?" Katabin asked still obviously sleepily.

Ian just chuckled again and shook his head, "Nothing I'm just being silly." He shifted down in the bed on his side a bit so that he could lay down more fully. "What about you? How are you feeling?"

The blue orbs just looked at Ian without any real give as to what he was feeling behind them for a moment though, then they seemed to somber up a bit. "I don't know." He raised and lowered a shoulder. "I guess I'm still coming to terms with it."

Ian nodded then rolled over so he was no longer on his back and faced the angel directly, "Hey, I want you to know that I do know exactly what you're going through. And that's no lie, I was held and used by some sex crazy Succubi before too. I know how jarring and exhausting and...how confusing it can be. But I also know that it's nothing that we can't heal from, and I'll stay with you for as long as you want me too. Cause I'll be honest, it's nice to have somebody that I can relate to, even if the relation involves being banged by horny demon girls." At least that got Katabin to crack a smile, "All joking aside though, I'll be here for as long as you want, if you need to vent or talk, just let me know." He gave him his own reassuring smile.

Katabin looked Ian directly in the eyes and saw probably one of the kindest human souls he'd encountered yet behind them. For someone who had demon blood in their veins, Katabin could sense how pure this boy was, so he nodded accepting Ian's offer and looked back down at the TV.

He felt that he could trust him...the other angels he wasn't sure about, they might tell November or Manachiel...but Ian did not feel like someone who would betray his trust...

"You promise?" He quietly asked.

With another comforting smile, Ian nodded, "Yes. I promise."

Then, as Ian rolled back onto his back to also resume watching the same movie he'd seen a hundred times before, he suddenly heard Katabin whisper, "...I liked it..." Ian's head darted back over to Katabin, the angel boy blushing and trying to bury his reddening cheeks into the blankets, "I liked it a lot...it felt so good...I really, really liked it." Finally he looked back up at Ian, seeing the stunned look in the half-mortals eyes.

Ian wasn't sure how to respond to that, "W...well...there's nothing wrong with that. The sisters are very skilled at...giving pleasure so..." He tried to sound professional, like he had dealt with this before. Which technically he had on his own account. But it was still hard to explain to somebody else, an Angel no less! "I mean...I liked it too when they held me against my will so-"

"You did?" Katabin sat up suddenly on his side, "Thank God, I was worried that there was something wrong with me."

"Nonono of course not." Ian shook his head, "Like I said, the girls here are Succubus. It's literally what they do, make us feel good."

"Then you know what it's like?" Katabin crawled closer to Ian, almost uncomfortably so. Completely ignoring any semblance of a personal bubble. "To want to be with her again, so much that you just can't stop thinking about it." That made Ian blink twice, even more confused now than before. "To feel that touch that just make you tremble, her lips on you sending a shiver through your spine." He drawled on a bit, seeming to be almost lost in his own words and recollection of whatever he was talking about.

"Wait, Katabin, what are you talking about?"

"My Mommy!" Katabin exclaimed, "I miss her sooooo much...I ache for her Ian. I need your help. I want you to help reunite me with my mommy!"

Ian felt like things just got a lot more complicated then they needed to be. "Oh fuck me..."

Meanwhile unbeknownst to the two of them, standing outside the window, was November. Looking through the plate glass after having shooed all the other messengers off to their own rooms. She didn't get to hear the conversation they had, but she wasn't planning on listening in anyway.

She just couldn't resist walking to the room and taking just one...teeny little look inside.

Seeing the two beautiful young boys in bed together, Katabin crawling up to Ian as he was. Both in only sleep wear shirts with no pants covering their supple legs.

November chewed her bottom lip, feeling a pulsating sensation returning to the rod within her pants...

Two Weeks Later

"Twenty days to go..." Ian mumbled at the countertop. His leg bouncing uncontrollably as he stared at the marked off days on the calendar.

"Honey please would you stop with the leg thing?" Liline asked beside him with a mouth full. "You're making me nervous." She stuck her spoon back into her bowl of milk and cereal, appropriately captain crunch.

Ian had only nibbled a bit on the eggs and toast Sin had provided for him, today was her day to cook breakfast and she was still standing over by the stove finishing up her own. She wore her favorite black silk robe, untied as always, while Liline was in uniform and dressed for work. Ian was dressed as well, but not for school, he wore a tight short sleeve top and work out pants for what he was going to be up to today.

"Sorry mommy, I guess I just am nervous." He managed another little bite of his eggs, "It just feels like time is moving way too fast, and we're still in a gray area with the Angels."

In-between bites of her wolfing down her cereal, Liline managed to speak, "We're...gonna be fine baby. We're gonna survive this." Ian gave her a still-worried look, "I know we've only got twenty days to make peace, but I know we will, that's enough time to clear things up. It's not hard to see that all of the messenger angels have really taken a liking to the place anyway."

"I know that but they don't have any say in the matter I'm pretty sure. Even if they all love mortal life in the town, if November says it's gotta go, they'll obey her order." He replied, poking his toast.

"Yes but haven't you seen November lately? Even she has been becoming more thoughtful about this place ever since Katabin was returned." Liline smiled into her food, "The messengers have taken to life in Shelter, and even their stuck-up boss seems like she's turning a new leaf."

Ian noticed that Liline's smile was a little smug, "How do you know that for sure though?"

She shrugged, "Because I've been keeping a close eye on her, with everything I've showed her and exposed her to, the heart of everything we have here. I know she's turning, one might say I'm..." She paused and made air quotes, "'Corrupting' the warrior angel to like life here." She chuckled, clinking her spoon along the edges of the bowl to scoop up all the remaining cereal.

Her lover gave her an unimpressed look, "Wow, so teaching an Angel about how demons are capable of love is your idea of corrupting now? You have gone soft Sherriff." He teased.

Liline elbowed him in the side, "Oh yeah punk? How about I bring your ass to work with me for some private time in a jail cell? Show you how 'soft' I am!" She poked him a few times, jabbing him in the ribs where his ticklish spots were. Thankfully, his nervous tension from a few minutes ago seeming to waver with her optimistic attitude.

Only if she knew that she had quite a bit of help in getting this far though.

Cassiel had been sure about keeping Ian up to date on his end with the angels while Liline worked her magic on November. Little did either of them know that Samantha had hooked up quite a few of the little curious messengers with Succubi around the town. And what started as merely intermingling the Angels and demons to see if they could get along, had grown into a long running fuck fest behind their boss November's back.

Nearly all of the messengers by this point had turned butt slut, and if they hadn't yet they were well on their way there. But not in the way Katabin had been taken against his will, no, Cassiel made sure that this was all veeeeeerryy consensual.

The Angels were happy, their purity wasn't being tainted and turned to the dark side by demons. It was quite actually the opposite effect, love was in the air of Shelter, but it was all being kept very hush, hush.

Obviously, the higher up Divines couldn't know of this otherwise it might ruin the plans for peace, word would take time to spread, a couple more days before it was safe to start being more public with the Succubi, Angel interaction.

There was a knock at the door, double tap, followed by a single. And since Liline and Ian were busy fussing with each other at the table, Sin took initiative and passed by them to go and answer the front door.

She pulled the handle down and the door clicked open, revealing the towering height of Fenr on the other side of it. Very few were taller than Sin in Shelter, and she had to tilt her chin up at the Nephilim in order to see his face. The moment their eyes locked, it was almost as if they both had a reactionary thought at the exact same time.

For Fenr, "Shit."

For Sin, "Jackpot."

She didn't say anything, just held the door open with one hand and looked up at him, waiting for him to speak.

And at first he didn't say anything either, now that he was face to face with the woman who had been following him around for the last several weeks despite his best efforts to avoid her. He was really hoping she wouldn't have been the one to answer the door. Nearly thirty seconds went by of the pair just standing there staring at each other before Fenr finally cleared his throat, "Ian here?"

She didn't reply, just stood there and let her eyes openly travel down his tall, muscled body, then all the way back up in full view of him. Fenr blinked at this, unsure of how exactly to react, and watched her then lean up against the door frame. Tilting her head cutely to the side and raising one bare leg up to cross it behind the other.

"Ian...here?" Fenr asked a second time, the thought of just trying to call out to him crossing his mind. Or perhaps just moving around her, but he held his ground. For some reason, it felt as if she was toying with him. Like she knew he wouldn't make an attempt to move her or force her out of the way.

And after all of her attempts at following him around, she now happened to have him right where she wanted him. In her clutches.

She casually lifted her hand not holding the door up to her chest, delicately weaving her fingers through the opening since it was not tied shut, and trailed them down her smooth tan skin.