The Gate Keeper

By Mii

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Author's note: Okay, I must warn you now...there is a little yaoi (m/m)
in here...not much but a teeny weeny bit of it is descriptive. So if you don't
like that stuff, don't read this!!!
Okay...one more thing: The stuff in the *****'s is a flashback...
I hope you enjoy the story...it's not much but I just had to develop this
original character of mine some more. I thought a story would be a good way to do
that. The Gate Keeper is my character! Don't steal him! And Nikku is a real
person with a little twist to him. Don't steal him either!! He helped me a lot
with this story...so he's a real pal! ^_^
Last thing, I swear...okay, the Gate Keeper was banished shortly after
this story takes place...just thought I'd mention that. ^.^;; So..in reality, Jax-sama
doesn't like him!!
I just wrote it in the story that he does because...well, I wouldn't have
must of a story without that!
ENJOY!!!
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So sweet the substance, so thick and warm...it flows into my mouth and
pumps through my veins, sustaining me once again.

"Ahh...." moans my victim as he grips my cloak tighter. I know that the
limit has almost been reached, yet my hunger remains unsatisfied.

"Mmm..." I hotly growl against him. "A moment longer."

His knees threaten to betray his weight...I steady him, placing my arms
around his waist, drawing the boy closer to me. He whimpers softly, driving me to pull
away. My lust is not yet fulfilled. I stare through the darkness into his unfocused
yellow eyes, watching them drift into the back of his head as his eyelids slowly close.

His body trembles against mine causing both a wave of pleasure and regret to consume
me. I hold him tightly now, completely supporting him.

"Keeper..." he whispers before fainting.

I carry his limp body to the large bed in the corner of the room, gently
laying him on his back. I take several pillows and prop up his feet, then return my
attention to his serene face.

Such an innocent boy... Why he gives himself to me, I shall never
understand.

A trickle of blood escapes one of the two small wounds on his neck.
Eyeing it, I cannot let such a treat go untasted. As gently as I can, I kiss it away,
devouring him again. I wish to continue, my primal nature calling to me, screaming in my
mind...but the mere sight of this boy silences it. I know that he must rest...this innocent
being who has given himself so fully to me. Although he is not mine, nor I his. We both
serve our lord and master, the honorable God of Yaoi. But when he is away, we are left to
do as we wish. Such freedom, such trust...such passion...

I caress his cheek with my pale hand and watch him resting...recovering.

"Nikku-san..." I whisper, bringing my black lips to his forehead,
tenderly kissing his sweat-stained brow.

I sit on the edge of the bed next to him and my mind wanders. How did
this come to be? What is it about this boi that softens my cold heart? How did he put
this spell on me? This magic which makes even my dreariest and lustful of moods melt away
when he is near? Such a powerful being... If only he knew the monster within me...

******************

"Vitals are stable, Doctor."

"Excellent. Prep the electrodes."

The two men continued their work, hovering over the archaic panels and
machinery in the dark makeshift lab.

"Ready, Doctor."

"Proceed."

The room became drenched in the white light of the massive discharge.

"Vitals are dropping!"

The doctor's face lit up in anxious worry.

"What? No!!" He rushed to his assistant's side, studying the
fluctuating buttons, clinching his fists in frustration. "We can't lose this one! Stabilize,
damnit!"

"They're dropping too quickly, sir. He won't make it."

The doctor's middle-aged body grew tense and his face scrunched in
anguish. His fists slammed into the rusty panel before him as he growled.

They then ended their experiment and watched as their subject's life
signs faded and finally ceased.

"I'm sorry, sir. Are you sure he was your strongest?"

"Positive. He showed little sign of rejection with all of the DNA
infusions. Very few of the others have lasted to this stage. I doubt I will come this close
again in my lifetime." he sighed.

The two mad scientists continued to discuss their failed attempt at
creating a super human slave, one who would be completely obedient and loyal by instinct.
They were oblivious to the slow movements of the being who lay on the cold metal table
behind them.

"Should I dispose of this body like the others? Or will you be keeping
it for further study?"

"Dispose of it." the doctor disdainfully ordered.

"Right away, sir." The assistant turned to the table and gasped.� "Doctor!"

"Yes?" he asked, turning as well.

"It's gone!"

"This is impossible." muttered the mad man, his beady black eyes darting
around the room.

"He was dead! How could he be--?

"Wait," hushed the older man in a gravely voice as he spotted a pair of
glowing red spheres in a shadowy corner. "Look there." he directed, pointing.
Silence befell the room as the two men stared, observed.

"Get the gun." whispered the doctor as he approached the dark figure.

"Greetings." he said to his creation.

"Greetings..." replied a soft deep voice. The red spheres narrowed.

"Astounding... Tell me, how do you feel?"

The being pondered this question.

"Cold." came his chilling reply.

"Then come. Come into the light. Let me examine you." The creature
shrank back, angering the doctor. "Kelly, come into the light!"

"Kelly... Is that my name?" he asked, ignoring the man's orders.

"Yes, damnit, now obey me!"

"Sir, p-perhaps the experiment didn't work."

"It must have! It has to!"

The creation looked at his maker, then to the trembling man with the
weapon, paying no mind to their bickering.

"I do not approve of this name."

"I don't care if you approve of it! Come! Here! Now!!" he yelled, not
waiting for him to respond. He stomped toward him, too blind with rage to see the fire
building in his subject's eyes.

The young assistant watched in horror as his boss was engulfed in a ball
of fire.

"N-no!!!" he stuttered as the charred body fell to the floor.

The murderer grinned at his newfound power, two long sharp teeth revealing
themselves.

"S-s-stay back!" His pleas were met by an evil chuckle, sending a cold
shiver down his spine. "I'm warning you!!" he yelled, taking aim with the gun.
"I'll shoot!"

The maniacal demon defied him, stepping forward into the light, revealing
his naked body. His white skin startled the young assistant, for he had been
tanned when he last saw him.

His eyes wandered from his bare feet to his hairless legs and upward
until he reached the lustful expression on his face, gawking at his black lips, red
fiery eyes, and bald head.

'I suppose his hair was burnt off during the electrical stimulation.' he
hypothesized.

The pale creature drew closer, looking down upon the insignificant human,
stalking him slowly.

Without warning the gun went off, sending a bullet through the left
breast of the aggressor, passing out his back.

The young assistant whimpered at the sight. The magnificent beast which
towered above him at six feet and seven inches did not flinch, nor did he bleed.

"Impossible." he gasped.

The tall being stared at the small hole in his chest, then glared at the
mortal before him.

"It seems that I have no blood to shed." he smirked, grabbing the
cowering man's face in a tight embrace. He pulled him closer and licked his neck, tasting
his salty sweat, feeding off of his fear. "Mmm..." he growled. "Perhaps I could borrow some
of yours."

Before the terrified man could respond, he shrieked with the pain of
fangs ripping into his flesh. This would only be the beginning of his suffering. The
vampish creature took much pleasure in hearing the cries of his victim, raping his pained
body, both too weak from the loss of blood and frozen with fear to defend himself. Even if
he could have moved, he was no match for this monster's supernatural strength. After many
agonizing hours, he was finally granted the death he had begged for.

This predator continued on his rampage for months, stalking innocent and
guilty men and women alike as he pleased, using them to fulfill his needs of blood
and sexual lust.

During this time, he managed to grow his rich jet-black hair back, as
well as obtain a pair of combat boots, leather bondage pants, a formfitting cotton shirt,
and a long hooded silk cloak; all of these items: black.

He wandered aimlessly, following only his instincts, doing as he pleased,
using his power and strength to amuse himself as he saw fit. He was
unstoppable...until one fateful night.

He was lurking, searching for a victim as usual, in a place unknown to
him. He found that he had drifted onto some sort of private property. This only
heightened his senses, being somewhere he wasn't supposed to, making his lust grow more
intense and his eyes brighter. He walked along the cobblestone path next to the tall
stone wall, following the trail of burning torches.

'This place...' he thought, inhaling the murky air. 'Never before have I
seen such a place. It is dark, mysterious...' A cry, something he knew only too well,
interrupted his thoughts. '...Evil.' A flame passed over his bright red eyes as he drew
closer, being pulled onward.

He followed the screams, his lust growing with every step. It was music
to his ears, those cries of agony...but he found that there was also another element
to them, something unfamiliar... Pleasure.

'That doesn't belong.' he thought as he came to a tall, rusty black gate.

He scanned the hinges and found that they had not been properly maintained. Not wanting
to be noticed by its squeaking, he leapt up and over it, landing silently in a
crouching position.

"Ahh! Sephiroth!!!" came the voice again, this time clearly. Whoever
this person was, they were close. At this distance, he could now distinguish that the
poor soul being tortured was male, although his cries did hold a certain femininity.

He continued toward the source, now able to hear a second being, most
definitely male. This mysterious man growled with heady pleasure, evoking a soft
whimper from his paramour.

At last, the lewd creature found them, hidden in a dark alcove. This
posed no problem for him, as he saw better where there was little light anyhow.

He observed the two completely naked men in turn, growing more lustful
than he had ever known. He first watched the smaller submissive boi, his back
pressed to the cold rough floor. His eyes were closed tight, his face scrunched in pain, yet his
erect member revealed his enjoyment. His jaw-length hair, an alluring lavender-blue, was
damp with sweat, causing several locks to stick to his soft yet exasperated face.

Two bright red eyes shifted upward, now staring at the aggressor. He was
in awe of the absolute beauty this godlike creature possessed, even as he impaled
the boi beneath him. His long fantastically white hair fell across the insides of the young
man's thighs, a faint shimmer of silver visible. Never before had the demonic creature seen
such magnificence. He studied the delicate face of the divine entity, amazed at
the power which it possessed. He was drawn to his frighteningly radiant green eyes...he
almost lost himself.

He longed to be dominated by him, losing all sense of his own controlling
nature.

'That boy there is no victim,' he discovered. 'He is privileged at the
very least.' He continued to study the being's sculpted body, watching intently as he
pulled in and out of the young man.

Suddenly, the Bishounen stopped his actions, peering up.

"Seph..." breathed the young submissive, opening his emerald eyes.

"Hush, my pretty bitch." he harshly soothed in a deep voice as he
continued to scan the darkness, eyeing a pair of glowing red spheres. He separated himself
from his discontented fuck and stood to his full glory, stepping toward the lurking
figure.

For the first time in his known existence, Kelly was frightened at being
discovered, at seeing this dark angel approach him.

'What a strange feeling. I want to flee, but I cannot. I must stay
here. I must face him.'

With that, tiny balls of fire appeared in his eyes, daring an attack.

"Who might you be, Peeping Tom?" Two glowing Mako-green eyes met his,
staring down at him. They were cold and unfeeling and made the frightened
voyeur shiver involuntarily...yet he kept his composure and forced himself to maintain
their eye-contact.

Fire met ice as the two seemed to have a stare-off.

The young observer clutched his legs tightly to his chest, hiding his
blushing face in his knees, embarrassed that he had been caught in such a compromising
situation.

"Answer me, recreant fool!"

Kelly swallowed hard before parting his black lips but found that he had
no answer. He dared not divulge his shameful name.

"Perhaps you are mute, ne?" growled the angry immortal taking a step
closer.� "Know this: you are trespassing in the honorable God of Yaoi's Dungeon. Such
a thing is punishable by a slow and painful death."

'Perhaps that would not be such a bad thing...' pondered the speechless
cold-hearted murder.

Growing tired of this one-sided conversation, and becoming enraged,
Sephiroth made to grab the stranger by his cloak.

Seeing the advance, he swiftly dodged, grabbing the approaching hand and
stepping behind him, twisting the god-like creature's arm. His mind began to
wander as he was pressed against his bare backside, but he forced himself to concentrate
on the battle.

Sephiroth readied himself to flip over the deviant intruder and free
himself when he felt the presence of his master, causing him to freeze.

His confidence in his position of dominance quickly subsided as an
invisible force seemed to wrap around his entire being. He immediately released his
assailant and drifted away from him, staring at the small figure approaching them.

'What is this feeling?' he asked himself. 'How can this creature whom I
have never met have this much control over me? Every part of my being is telling me to
obey.... Why?' he questioned, trying to fight his genetics, staring anxiously at the
figure.

"My lord," greeted the humble servant, kneeling on the stone floor
beneath him, bowing his head.

"Sephy-san," replied a regal voice. His eyes traced along his Bish's
figure, admiring the view. "Who is this?" he asked, turning to the stranger.

For reasons unknown to him, Kelly fell to his knees and bowed, touching
his head to the damp floor.

"My lord," he found himself saying.

The God of Yaoi blinked and stared at him. He exchanged a look of
confusion with Sephiroth, then he walked toward him, stopping a foot in front of the
confused lab-experiment-gone-horribly-right.

"Why do you bow before me?"

"I....I'm not sure." he mumbled his answer. "It simply feels right. I
was meant to be loyal to you."

"Has anyone told you who I am?"

"No. But if you can cause me to pledge my life to your service, you must
be unimaginably powerful."

The god grinned and gently threw back the hood of his new subject's cloak,
revealing a mess of black locks. "Look at me."

Feeling very uneasy at being given such attention, he did as told and
raised his gaze slowly, examining this god from his heavy black leather boots to his black
and red satin cape, until red eyes met red.

The God of Yaoi stared at him for several minutes before finally reaching
his decision.

"Sephy?" he called.

"Yes, Jax-sama?"

"You should have been guarding the gate, ne?"

"Hai, my lord."

The master walked around his subject and peered into the darkness,
waggling a friendly finger to the also nude Bish there.

"Koji-san."

"Jax-sama." greeted the blushing boi softly.

He turned to the kneeling immortal before him, speaking from behind.

"What were you doing?" He would get no answer, as he expected. "I guess
you deserve a break." he kindly granted.

"Pardon, my lord?"

The god walked toward the his only clothed servant and played with his
dirty locks fondly.

"I'll let you have your fun and let him be my new gate keeper."

"Jax-sama....arigatou." the nude angel responded.

"The Gate Keeper..." whispered the happy new subject of the God of Yaoi.

"Hai." he replied with a grin. "Now, we must get you cleaned up..."

**********************

I am so engrossed in the remembrance of my past that I do not notice the
waking boy beside me.

"G-Gate Keeper?" calls a weary voice, a sudden moan escaping with his
breath.

I snap out of my reverie and turn to my faithful friend.

"Nikku. I am glad to see you awake. How do you feel?"

"So...." he yawns suddenly, muffling it with a pale hand. "Tired..."
Two sleepy yellow eyes meet my own. "But how are you, my love?"

I find myself smiling affectionately down at him, taking his cold hand in
my own. "You need not concern yourself with me. Rest."

He grins at me, lifting his free hand to my chin.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." he tries to convince me. I find myself blushing,
a very rare occurrence since I never have enough blood in my system to do so.

"My boi...you require a brief period of inactivity. Do not overexert
yourself."

"But..." he grunts as he manages himself upward into a sitting position.
"But how can I contain myself when I feel such love?"

I move from the edge of the bed with a small sigh and crouch at Nikku's
side, kneeling on the floor, a vexful expression crossing my face.

"I fear that you are too na�ve... How many times must I warn you not to
love me?"

"Na�ve? I'm na�ve to love?" he returns, moving his head away from me
slightly.

I slouch slightly, my attention being drawn to a shadowy corner.

"I am simply afraid that... You do not know the full extent of my
cravings... I have no want of pain and suffering for you."

"Nor do I want the same for you!" he insists, facing me once again.
"Does your heart not feel pain and suffering from loneliness? Certainly THAT craving
must be what you want most!"

His presumptuousness sparks something within me causing an insane look to
dance in my blood-red eyes.

"You might be surprised." I warn. He takes in a breath, trying his best
to contain his rampant emotions.

"Tell me... Tell me what your heart feels..." he pleads.

"Heh...my heart?" I cannot help myself. I chuckle at his request. The
concept amuses me, seeing that my heart no longer functions...yet I know that I must
be serious, for his sake. I stare at him for a long while, composing myself...searching
for an answer.

"Since I can remember, what has always driven me is my lust for blood
and...other such things. You have no idea the pleasure I feel hearing my victims scream, cry
in agony...watching the life drain from their horror-filled eyes..." I can see
that he is taken aback my comment.

"Then why not the same for me, my love?"

I must look away. I can no longer bring myself to face him.

"I'm not sure. All I know is that I do not want to harm you." I softly
answer. A smirk crawls upon his face.

"Harm? Harm??" He brings his head closer to mine...I can feel his sweet
breath upon my flesh. "Because you love me..." This brave boi grabs my chin and
pulls me closer, kissing my cold black lips.

I pull away and stare into his surprised and hurt yellow eyes.

"No. I am incapable of love."

He lays on his back once more, eyeing me with a pained expression.
"Then kill me, my love."

His request forces me to regret my actions.

"I could no more kill you than I could Jax-sama."

A tired sigh leave his lips.

"But I'm nothing... I'm no better than the next kill."

I turn back toward him again, shooting him an angry look. His comment
causes the blood in my nearly-full stomach to boil, surging through my system.

"Of course you are!" I hiss. After a moment, my anger passes and I look
away once more.

"No, my dark prince..." calls a soft voice. "I'm merely a thing of flesh
and blood, who has a heart to love..." He cannot finish. Instead, he rolls to his
side, exposing his back to me. "I grow tired."

I slowly turn to him again, another strange new emotion plaguing me.
What is this? Anger, frustration, sorrow...it makes no sense! I feel none of these
things with my other victims.

"...then you must rest."

"Yes... Perhaps I'll die in my slumber with a broken heart."

I sink to the floor silently, closing my eyes in anguish. How can this
boy provoke such a response in someone as powerful as I? Why do I feel as though I am at
battle, yet I know not who or what I am fighting?

"I see that you are talented in the arts of torture as well, young one."

He snorts at my remark. His inconsiderate attitude touches me, causing
my eyes to open fully, flashing a brilliant red as I glare at his back. My anger
overwhelms me, causing me to grab his shoulder, forcing him onto his back as I straddle him
at the waist. I must have his attention.

"You will cease this talk at once." I snarl. His eyes soak in tears.

"Why?" he asks, looking away. "I have no reason to live if I have lost
my reason to love..."

I am exasperated beyond my limit. I cannot comprehend this boy! I grip
him more tightly.

"WHY do you insist on loving me? If it causes you this must pain and
sorrow...why not forget about it?" I release him to rub my aching brow. "I
do not understand." I whisper.

"Because love is both pain and pleasure! Your love of blood...your love
of kill... Your love of me..."

His overconfidence causes my eyes to burn behind my eyelids. I daren't
open them to glare at the squirming boi beneath me for the consequences could be dire.
I try to remain calm...for both our sakes.

"I do not understand love. Sephiroth inflicts both pain and pleasure
upon Kojiro, yet he does not love him."

"Kojiro and Sephiroth are people of sexual pleasure, only satisfying
their personal lust... Gate Keeper? Can't you see you and I are more than that?"

His words catch me off guard. More than lust? I am surprised and
alarmed as I feel my dead heart sink in my cold chest.

"I..."

"Yes?" asks Nikku, another tear rolling upon his cheek.

I open my now dark brown eyes, the pain in them visible, I'm sure. I
stare at this incredible boi beneath me, taking a jagged breath as I try to vocalize the
unfamiliar emotions which run rampantly through my body.

"I..."

A smile creeps onto his face as he speaks, "Yes, my love?"

I stare into his eyes, still wet from crying...a reminder of the pain
which I have caused him.

"I...am not sure...of what I feel." I look to him for assistance, for once in my life
appearing completely helpless and innocent. Such a vulnerable feeling...yet
I know I am safe. "Perhaps...you could find it in your heart..." The words catch in my
throat. I swallow hard, forcing them out. "...to help me."

He nods silently, whispering, "Of course, my dark prince...of course."

I next find myself being brought down to him, receiving a deep tender
kiss. I am pulled from my stupor and return the attention as a new feeling consumes me,
driving me...not from lust, but rather a delicate passion. I bring my pale hand to
his soft cheek, caressing him. I wish for this moment to last for all eternity, our bodies
pressed against each other, our beings seeming to melt together and merge into one....but I
still have my wits about me. I pull away and stare at my lover, smiling.

"You need to rest. There will be time for this later." I kiss his sweet warm lips
once more then slide off him, lying at his side. "Good night..."

"Good night, my love." he bids, quickly drifting off into a peaceful
sleep.

"...my Nikku-sensei."

It is still a mystery to me, and I am more confused now than I ever was,
why this boi affects me in such a way. Is this love? Or is this just another
side-effect of what was done to me? Whatever it is...I think that I like it.