April's Request

Forbidden Lust

Itsuke headed down the street, his phone started ringing, and he pulled it out of his pocket.

It was none other then his best friend Yatso. They spoke on the phone for three

specific hours. He was told to meet him at his house, and so he did.

Itsuke was a little worried, he heard rumours going around at Astero Unviersity

that his friend became gay during the past few weeks. He though to himself about how

he noticed Yatso was hugging males every time in the rest room, and that he

didn't seem to have much of an interest in girls. Itsuke frowned, this obviously was

something he would try to avoid. When he finally reached his house, he was nervous.

He opened the front door, because it was already unlocked. When he closed the door,

it locked itself. He looked around, and heard some noises from the restroom door.

Yatso walked out with a rose near his crotch, and a grin. "Oh hell no, im screwed," says Itsuke.

"Yes you are, but not without a little fun?" says Yatso with a smile. Yatso walked to the bedroom door

and closed it. Itsuke started sweating, and he felt uneasy. Yatso pushed him down onto the bed

"Damn, what the hell are you doing, im no freakin homo," yells Itsuke. Before he knew it, Yatso was

at his lips, at first Itsuke was so shocked, but after a few seconds together Itsuke closed his eyes,

and enjoyed himself. Yatso reached for his jeans, and slowly pulled them down, he then reached

for the shirt and tore it off. They touched eachother, enjoying every passing minute of the night.

Yatso set his hand on Itsuke's crotch, and the unthinkable happend. The art of violation

has never been perfomed like this. Two friends, two lovers had found yet another thing

they loved, and that was eachother. They kissed and they felt there tongues inside there

mouths as they would not let go of eachother. The frame of the bed started bending.

Yatso slid his finger along Itsuke's shoulder and winked. Itsuke blushed a bit, and they continued.

Yatso grabbed Itsuke's hand, and licked his fingers. Itsuke moaned, this felt so wrong, but

at the same time it felt so right. The next morning, Itsuke woke up. He stared

back at Yatso still resting, he gently flicked his hair, and he stood up.

He went to the kitchen, and got himself a drink of coffee, and when he turned around

Yatso was grinning, he walked over to him, and the magic started all over again.

Art of Lust

Art of Lust

<Part Four>

The next morning Santiago stood up, he rubbed his head and stood up from the bed. He fell a bit,

but he straightened himself up. He pulled up his dark jeans, and put on his shirt with coat. He looked

back at Anastera in a peaceful sleep. He smiled and walked to the closet. He saw a chest,

his curiousity lead him to unlock it and observe the contents inside. He saw a rose, a black rose. He scratched his head wondering why she still kept it after he gave it to her as a gift three years ago.

He stared at it, and finally decided to held it in his hand.  The rose was glowing with darkness. He ran outside and his right hand was shaking. The rose glowed with a dark aura. It seemed as if the so called story "Art of Lust" that speaks about a spirit in a rose was true.

Though he did no understand one thing, it said that a succubus would feed of his soul and body.

He got on his motorcycle and drove home, he had uneasy thoughts. He took a quick shower, and when he left

the bathroom and entered his bedroom a mysterious woman layed on his bed with a wink. "What the hell, who are

you?" says Santiago. The woman licks her lips "Im the demon of the rose, I lived inside that damn thing

for years, now you set me free."

The succubus walks behind him and pulls down the towel, she holds his chest "Keep it in your hands,

and i'll always be in yours," says the girl. It was his third night of lust, every night it seemed as if
he could never be alone. After a couple hours wih the female it entered the rose, and it became black again.
He stood up and put on his gear. He looked around the house "Hmm, Anastera went home, that's good."
Santiago left the room and went downstairs. He got on his motorcycle and drove too the church.

Art of Lust

Art of Lust

<Part Three>

Santiago was both guilty and nervous, he felt guilt for leaving Clarisse, he obviously loved

her now more then ever. He was also nervous, he missed Anastera as well. He scratched his head,

a gust of wind blew at his soft black hair and made a small noise. A girl emerged from the statue,

it was none other then Anasteram his beloved girlfriend. Her face formed a sweet smile "It's so good to see you

my dear, it has been so long," says Anastera. Santiago hugged her, she could feel her tears, she was crying.

It really was a long while since they recently saw eachother, Anastera had to go visit her cousin in Venice,

and she stayed there for many months. Anastera closed her eyes and continued to cry, but Santiago

wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled. The light from the large window shined on him giving off

a mirage of black wings attached to his back for a quick second. He carried her to his car, and they

drove to a beautiful hotel in Rome. He took her to their room, and he fed her. "No longer must

you cry my dear, you have returned in my arms, and I shall give you the love you deserve," says Santiago.

They sat down at the bed, and Santiago helds her hands. Yet again he felt guilt, though he loved

Clarisse, he had almost forgotten how much Anastera missed him, and she must of felt so

depressed. They closed there eyes and kissed, it had been such a long time until they felt eachother's

lips. Anastera layed on Santiago "Oh my, I almost forgot, in my letter I promised to give you the lust

that wore off while I was away," says Clarisse. "I shall not hold you down from a promise my dear," says Santiago

as he wrapped his arms around her. His hand reached lower and lower until he found himself

feeling her like he did before. Her soft innocence being hidden as he touched her all over. The darkness consumed

the sky as hour after hour, they felt eachother. They did not seem to stop, the touch made them feel so immortal.

Art of Lust

Art of Lust

<Part Two>

The sun rose up as Santiago gently opened his eyes, he had returned from a deep slumber.

"The day has come, must get to the statue by the afternoon. For now, I must meet with Clarisse."

He walked out of his dorm, and headed down the stairs. Class in Astero was going to begin

within a few minutes so he came early to his Science Class. He walked in with a suprised look

on his face, awaiting him at his desk was Clarisse. She looked back at him with a pleasant stare and a wink.

Santiago grinned and sat by her, the teacher walked in and set down some books.

Clarisse chewed on a small pencil in her mouth while holding out a book called "Art of Lust".

"Why would you read Art of Lust, isn't that for lovers?" says Santiago as he teased her a bit.

Clarisse gently placed her hand on his nose "It's how to treat your lover silly," says Clarisse with a smirk.

The teacher started the class, and Clarisse layed on his shoulder throughout the entire class. At the end

of class Santiago opened his eyes, he must of fallen asleep. He looked at his side, Clarisse was gone. He looked

on the desk and found a note telling him to try and find her. He went outside and searched until the bell

finally rang claiming him late. He ignored it and continued to search, he suddenly heard a noise near

his locker. He slowly walked towards it, and Clarisse slipped in and pushed him to the locker. With her

hand on his shoulder she grinned. "You stayed and searched for me, here's your reward," said Clarisse.

She pressed her lips against his and they closed there eyes. They ran off to her dorm avoiding attention. When

Santiago got inside, Clarisse pushed him onto the bed and  kissed him once again, They held themselves tightly,

as Clarisse vigoroeusly felt his tongue. They went on for hours, but Santiago stopped for a second. He noticed

the time and explained to Clarisse he had to go somewhere important. Santiago rushed to put his clothes back

on, and he used the nearest exit. He drove off quickly gaining speed each second. Then he arrived at

the church, he walked inside and headed towards the statue...

Art of Lust

Art of Lust

<Part One>

Santiago quickly mounted his cloak onto his shoulder, with such unpleasant thoughts

within his mind, it caused him to think differently then usual. His left leg was aching,

could it be with his amazing rest with his lover Anastera, or his swift touch of the lips with Clarisse?

There were more important things, but as long as his memories remained haunted, and

his dreams filled with the lust of both women, he could not think correctly. He stepped outside of his

room, and climbed the cherry wood staircase to reach the roof. He stared at the night sky from the very top of the tower.

He thought of Anastera, so angelic, so innocent, so loving, he loved her so much, but could he claim to love her

with all his heart? He thought of Clarisse, a vigorous lover, she lusted for his touch, as he did for her's. Two women,

a single man, awaiting the smarter decision. Drowlyn the crow flew to his shoulder with a note attached to his leg.

"What do you have there dear friend?" as he reached for the note. He unrolled it and it came with a small message.

"My Dear, the love you have shown is worthy of a greater gift. Meet me behind the statue of Saint Gabriel at

the church where I first met you. I will be there by the setting sun during the next day, do not be late my love.

I will only wait until dawn, do not dissapoint me, and I will show you the proper way to feel my vigorous love."

Santiago blew at the note, and it faded away. He grinned, and he headed back down to his room. He knew who it was,

and the memories near that statue were so kind to his mind, that he could not think of anything more. He felt quite impatient, he was very interested in what exactly she meant. He gently closed his eyes, and he was consumed by the night

as he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Santiago Signore delle Filippine

Like Richard the Lionheart, I am a leader. Like Jacques de Molay, I am never the last of what I am. Like the legion, I am many. Like Father Hidalgo, I will always desire freedom. My virtues, honor, glory, purity, and heart. Those who decieve me, shall forever rest. Those who admire me shall be blessed. Like a hero I serve the good. Like a dreamer, I always believe.


Sono Santiago

Cavaliere Templare

We the Templar Knights stand before you, are blades forged by God's might,

and our hearts filled with his eternal inspiration. We fight for salvation,

we live for our faith. We yield our blades for no man, no murderer. He who

saved us, he who made us we are grateful. By your blessing we shall

conquer the world, and they shall know of your name. We are your servants,

we are your followers, we fight for you alone, we are Templars!

Angelo di Santiago

Here me dolce angelo for my voice must reach your ears, your courage,

your heart still brings a sweet tear. Your eyes as the night sky, and

your hair darker then of the blackest shadow.

Your voice calls to me like a maiden's voice calls to her knight, the sweet

melody continues to repeat in my dreams. Like the father I guard your soul,

like the mother I cherish your dreams. For every passing day hesitation

grows weaker, for your elegant face continues to stab me deeper.

The angels in heaven, the demons below, watch your sweet dance

as the wind slowly blows. Ho sentito battere il cuore, and I say "Caro Angelo, I love you."