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Chapter1

The light rays of the moon peeped through the shed, and only the outline of his lover’s face was barely visible. Raziel’s heart was pounding in his chest and his trembling fingers placed them on his lover’s cheek, and felt the rough sprouting facial hair, and the moustache that pricks him when he pressed his lips against Malek’s while he wrapped his arms around his neck.

Raziel felt his feeling growing strong deep inside of him, whenever his body is pressed with Malek’s, and he could feel his breaths on his neck, he wished that this moment would never last, yet it became shorter by the time that the sun would rise. Raziel never thought he would feel like this for anyone. The younger Sarafan thought that his pride would have kept him cold and indifferent like the rest of the
soldiers. Love was a soft feeling for them, bearing the hardships and the devotions for the crusade thought them to be tough, fools, they would secretly creep in the nights, in search for love anyway.

Even though they were fools themselves. The garden shed became their sanctuary, a place so poor, dirty and claustrophobic. The intact white paint of the walls turned grey and flaking, and the glass of the windows were stained and broken. Old and filthy agriculture hand tools and other accessories of the sort were placed unorganized on shelves on the small table in the corner, and the larger ones are scattered against the walls and on the floor. Layer of dust and dirt laid on all of the surfaces, and the corners became the habitats of spider webs. It was an uneasy situation, even though they couldn’t do anything about it.

Malek hugged him tight around his own arms and seemed to crush the younger lover, since he was larger and better built than Raziel. The older Sarafan wanted to savor every moment with him. He wanted Raziel since the very first time he saw his lover. Malek brushed Raziel’s smooth black hair through with his rough fingers, while the younger Sarafan’s hands were gripped tightly on Malek’s shirt. Is this going too far? He thought as he felt that he’s falling under Raziel’s spell, deeper and deeper, that is becoming like a drug, and he can’t have enough of him.

Raziel was like a blooming flower, passionate, young and strong, yet a little foolish and reckless. He was what Malek could have ever wished in a lover. The older Sarafan was very devoted to the Crusade, but sometimes it made him curse at the vow of celibacy he took when he endeared the priesthood.

They continued kissing as Malek pressed against his lover’s lips, the older man moved backwards, until he felt a wall behind his back pushing his lover with him. Before Raziel knew it, the spades were under his feet and the tools fell, making a great thunderous clatter. Malek, too, was about to fall, but he managed to regain his balance.

Malek quickly glanced around. "Shh. Stay quiet or else we will be discovered, making a shushing gesture.

"In the middle of the night?" Raziel whispered. “There are watch guards you know!” Malek continued "Anyway I can't see anything! And we can barely move in this place." A pout crossed Raziel's boyish features “I’m sorry” he added

The older Sarafan smiled while he pulled him closer, nipping at Raziel's earlobe. His tongue licked along Raziel's earlobe, and then Malek suckled the tip of his ear, making Raziel shuddered beneath him. A grin spread across Malek's features. "I didn't know your ears were so ticklish" he taunted.

"So what?" Raziel quipped as he blushed. Malek did not reply but kept that smirk across his face, he moved closer to him, his breath radiating onto his lover’s neck. Raziel closed his eyes, feeling him, biting on his pale skin, and leaving a trail of cool breeze where he licked. The younger closed his eyes feeling Malek’s rough fingers caressing his cheek and neck.

Raziel’s eyes opened when he realized that his lover stopped, and found his icy blue eyes gazing trough Malek’s warm brown eyes. The pale contrast of Raziel’s features and his irresistible lips, made Malek’s beast grow uneasy and wild in him. Desire was strong and uncontrollable that grew within him by every minute, trying to contain himself from such beauty he whispered in his ear “I want you” Those words struck the younger Sarafan as he blinked back at his lover for a while. He lover did not reply.

“What’s wrong?” Malek inquired as he saw Raziel’s perturbed behavior “Why now?” Raziel replied blushing, surprised yet embarrassed “Why not?” Malek pressed on “At any rate we may have to wait for a very long time to find another opportunity like this” Raziel lowered his head avoiding eye contact. There was a brief silence between them, only the chirping birds nestling from outside and the scuttling mice were heard, who ran fugitively across the room.

“Are you still a virgin?” The prying question echoed in the stillness, the other man looked up at him, his cyan eyes glimpsing in the reflection of the moon, as the rays exposed his face, casting a shadow where it did not reach. “It’s been a long time since I had sex, because I hadn’t had many lovers since I was ranked as first Sarafan priest”

The confession didn’t seem to stir the older lover. “Look, I just want you so badly, don’t you feel the same? It’s as simple as that!” Malek sighed when he did not receive any response from his lover. Raziel knew he had to make a decision whether it would be right or wrong. He grabbed Malek’s shirt and pulled him closer pressing his lips against his lover’s. The hasty movement had caught Malek in a sudden, his feelings were rising higher like a flickering flame.

Malek’s wet tongue licked Raziel’s lips demanding entrance into his lover’s mouth. Their tongue stroke against each other with passion, Raziel nibbled his lover’s bottom lip a little harder than intended making Malek flinch” I’m sorry”

His lover’s smile was the response, Malek took off his Raziel’s shirt and threw it on the floor, with eagerness and haste. The older Sarafan’s hands drifted to his lover’s butt, cupping and squeezing them, while Raziel clumsily undone his lover’s belt, and traveled his hand underneath his trousers, bringing new sensations within both of them.

Malek’s hands slipped underneath, the flesh of his butt was so soft and round, that it felt very pleasant. Raziel’s stroke his palms against the underwear, but he was too tempted to slide them within. He grabbed it feeling its length rising at the response of his touch.

Both of them kept their eyes closed shut, only to concentrating on the touch and the responses of their bodies. Raziel shuddered at the breeze that passed through the window shed against his exposed body, yet warm against Malek’s. He pulled his hands from his lover’s trousers and pulled off his lover’s shirt. Raziel wanted to feel the comfort of that warmth, the natural body heat and the natural odor, which helped him feel connected and more aroused. He blushed when he felt his underwear tightened as his manhood became stiff.

Malek took one hand off Raziel’s butt, and placed his forefinger and middle finger kinkily in his lover’s wet mouth. The younger Sarafan sucked it and licked it as his lover moved it in and out. When the older Sarafan seemed to be satisfied he pulled his fingers, and placed his hand on his lover’s butt again.

This time he penetrated his wet forefinger in Raziel’s tight entrance. The younger Sarafan shuddered at the feeling, while Malek’s forefinger moved in and out. Raziel’s felt uneasy. “Relax or it would feel more uncomfortable” Malek whispered the advice.

Raziel relaxed his shoulders and after a while the movement felt more at ease and arousing, soft moans escaped from his lips. At this time Raziel couldn’t ignore his stiff member so he slipped his hands beneath his pants, grabbing it at length and moving it to and fro. Malek penetrated the middle finger too, Raziel felt pleasurable sensations, as his entrance widened.

The younger Sarafan never thought he would have found himself, making love with Malek in the garden shed. He always looked up to him, the older man had stamina, courageous and determinate. He couldn’t understand how his rough fingers could touch his body with such softness. Such a man who looked so tough and bold would be so loving and kind to him.

Raziel’s hands stopped his lover by taking Malek’s hands into his and pulled them up. He stood on his knees and untied Malek’s belt, pulling his trousers and boxers down, finding Malek’s penis, half asleep and unshaved. Raziel stroke it back and forth, while opened his wet mouth eager to put it in, he pushed the skin inwards and suckled the tip.

He put the organ deeper in his mouth, sucking and stroking the surface of his tongue against the fleshy skin as he moved his lover’s penis in and out of his mouth. This was sending pleasures through Malek’s body like electricity as it was getting stiffer and harder, rising in response to Raziel’s tongue movements. The older Sarafan moaned softly, while his breath quickened, and his hands ran through Raziel’s soft hair. He continued sucking him until the younger lover felt a liquid at the tip of his tongue, realizing that his lover was pre-ejaculating.

Malek tapped on his lover’s shoulder indicating him to stop, Raziel did so as he pulled out Malek’s penis from his mouth. The younger lover stood up, pulled off his trousers and turned, his cheeks turning reddish, resting his arms against the wall and pushing his butt forward seductively. Malek smirked looking the exquisite body of his lover, and his attractive butt, so small round and bald. He inspected it with hands, cupping and squeezing a bit and squeezed them a little harder unintentionally, causing Raziel to balk “Sorry” Malek apologized “It’s okay” Raziel smiled as he looked back at his lover.

Malek grabbed his erection with one hand and parted Raziel’s butt cheek exposing the entrance. He pushed his penis into the tight entrance, causing Raziel to shriek. Malek pushed himself further in until his lover’s and stretched enough to be penetrated, bringing more wild sensations into them. The older lover moved his hips to and fro into Raziel, feeling the skin of his manhood rubbing against Raziel’s inner entrance. He buckled his hips with a quicker rhythm, more needy of the pleasure of the flesh. Raziel took his manhood with his left hand, whom was hanging eagerly, in need of stimulation.

Raziel was blushing again, he was aware of their situation, and thus he looked occasionally at the door. Than he clenched his hand and squeezed his eyes shut, as it was starting to be a little painful. He lowered his head and pushed his butt a little more, he could feel him reaching in the deepest spot of his anus. Sweat was dripping along the curves of his body, and wetting the tip of his hair, while Malek’s tanned body trusted against Raziel’s pale body.

With every trust Malek was giving into him, Raziel’s melody of moans rose louder. Malek’s breaths quickened too as he placed his hand on Raziel’s which he against the wall, and licked along the curves of his neck. Their body temperature rose higher, as the two felt that nothing in the world existed other than themselves in that moment.

Malek stopped and pulled out. Raziel pouted again while his lover cleared the small table of the garden shed from all of the stuff that it had and threw them on the floor. He took Raziel in his arms and placed him on the table. Raziel was lying on his back on the edge of the table. Malek lifted his lover’s legs up and rested his calves on Malek’s shoulders. He penetrated him again this time with a little more roughness, causing Raziel to shriek

The younger lover’s body was glimpsing in sweat, he laid there his hands gripping on his table, throwing his head back, looking so defenseless and helpless. Malek huffed as sweat was dripping along his forehead and cheek. The creaking sound of the table could be heard with every trust he gives into him in the stillness of that moment.

Malek grabbed Raziel’s erection in his hands and trusted up and down with the same rhythm. The younger lover’s moans filled the air, as the intensity of the moment rose higher, until he reached the climax, as the white liquid dripping was oozing from the tip of his manhood to Malek’s hand. The older Sarafan ignored the sticky feeling as he too reached his climax and seeded into his lover a few minutes later.

The older lover pulled himself out, feeling the cold air against his hot body, and the sweat that poured on him while returning to its natural pulse. Malek dried his hand from Raziel’s semen watching silently his lover’s chest rising and falling, while he stood there, still lying in the table. In that instant the door of the garden shed made a creaking sound. Malek and Raziel were in frenzy to cover themselves, but it was too late. The red head Sarafan stood at the doorstep of the garden shed, flabbergasted and speechless at the scene that he saw in front of him.

“Zephon!!”
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~To be continued~