“Sebastiane, here are your four assignments for the next three score and ten, make sure that you get to know them well, but you already know the drill, just make sure that they don’t suspect your help. You know the rules.”

He visited each of his charges, whenever he felt their need, albeit invisibly, the spinster and the man of the cloth had detected nothing, the child felt his presence, as children always did, but with the young man something strange had happened, he had stood watching his daily life and the man had looked directly into his eyes. Sebastiane would have sworn that the man could not have seen him, but the event was unnerving in the extreme, especially as the man’s eyes seemed to have an electric spark in them which Sebastiane even in his discorporeal state had felt. The event had been so strange, that he had felt obliged to learn the young man’s name, Jack.

Helping the spinster and the man of the cloth was easy, they both led sedate lives and he had to no more than tweak circumstance to ensure that they got the best from their lives. The child, no matter how blatant his intervention, took it all in her stride with a joy and wonder only the young posses. Helping Jack however had proved altogether more difficult, he was obliged to do some major restructuring work as Jack took risk after risk, almost daring the universe to swallow him.

Sebastiane also found it difficult to concentrate on the purpose in hand as, he was distracted by thoughts of the young mans eyes and unfamiliar chemicals flowed down brain pathways that had all but atrophied in him and his kind. He began to slightly neglect in his other charges as he found himself both fascinated, in a detached, scientific way and caught up in another emotion that he had no name for, with Jack and his absolute unpredictability. He decided to take things slightly further, he was empowered to enter his charges dreams and question the higher self if he felt it necessary. So, not entirely sure of his own motivation he entered Jack's.

“Why do you take so many risks with yourself ?”

“I have no one and although I will not take my own life, I am daring the universe to do so.”

“You have me, I am empowered to protect you.”

Suddenly, a line of thought came screaming from Jack’s head and burnt across Sebastiane’s eyes.

“No I am one of four, even you I do not have for myself.” Sebastiane felt a smile “See what I mean.”

Horrified and distressed, Sebastiane left Jack’s thoughts, no one had ever been able to sense his purpose, much less been able to collect details of the higher purpose. He shuddered at the strength of it, in a chill not entirely caused by fear.

More and more often he found himself distracted by thoughts of Jack, he felt that he really ought to talk to someone about it, but something felt shameful and odd about the situation. He didn’t want it to become public knowledge. He knew that he was in too deep while observing the child learning to speak, the child’s first word was Jack. He quickly fled the scene, cheeks flaming and cursed himself for not having his mind on the task in hand.

“What is wrong with me, this is an assignment like any other, what is happening ?”

The trickle of chemicals had become a flood and was undoing the balance of what he was. He spent some time in quiet meditation and decided that he was really going to have to talk to someone. As he rose from the floor, he noticed that between his legs, where there should be smoothness, was a deep slit. His finger reached down to explore it, and deep inside he found an object, feeling no pain, he caught hold of it and pulled. With a wet, ripping sound, a fully formed cock and balls popped out, the slit disappearing.

Sebastiane stopped himself from screaming and touched the growth with fear, pink and smooth as a new born, as he stroked the pain and tenderness of the wet skin began to turn to pleasure and in an instinctual gesture he began to cradle and rub the new organ.

Sensation flooded his body as he gripped the now dry prick with his hand, losing himself in the friction and rub. Thought became lost in the white static of his pleasure and the only image that remained coherent was Jack’s eyes, burning his core as he wept and the first orgasm any of his race had known for aeons, ripped through him, golden light spilling form is body and bathing his delirious face in release. In the aftermath, Sebastiane felt humiliated and shameful, knowing there was no way that he could discuss what was happening with anyone, he would have to resolve the problem on his own.

Shameful or not, an hour later he was to be found again, cock in hand, feeding spliced memories of Jack into his newly formed pleasure centre. He decided that he would have to visit Jack once again, maybe some answers could be found within his dreams.

“You’re here again, welcome”

Sebastiane was shocked to find that he had already been detected, but felt his arousal grow almost immediately. In his fragile state, Jack slipped a tendril of thought into his brain, instead of being scared, Sebastiane relished the sensation.

“Well, well, my naughty angel, you have been busy, if you think that felt good, imagine lying next to me, playing with my nakedness.”
Sebastiane jumped and pulled himself out of Jack’s mind, before he felt the need to orgasm right there and then. Jack’s laughter followed him.

The first accident took place as he let the golden light spill from his fingers. The man of the cloth drowned whilst swimming, his superiors wanted to know what he was doing, he replied that he had bent his entire concentration to helping the child. The lie felt poisonous and almost burnt his tongue as he let it out, but they believed him. He felt as if he was going to combust from terror and lust, but the lure of physical pleasure was too much. Once he had lied, it became easier to break other rules. He decided to visit Jack in the flesh.

There in the darkened room, that he knew so well, everything felt strange, he could feel the cool breeze over his skin and smell the warmth of Jack’s skin as he leant forward to kiss his shoulder. The sensation of live flesh under his lips fascinated and aroused him beyond measure. He felt that he could spend the rest of eternity lost in the slightly salt taste of man. Jack moved in his sleep and then opened his eyes

“So you finally came, in the flesh.”

Sebastiane’s mouth was dry “Yes.”

“Let me show you what you’ve missed.”

Sebastiane slipped under the covers and into the circle of Jack’s arms, like a complicated puzzle built of flesh they revolved round each other, origami collapsing into new forms, cock into mouth into cock into mouth, an endless circle of pleasure unbreakable. Sebastiane let Jack come in his mouth, feeling the salt and sweetness of his essence slide down his throat. When Sebastiane came, Jack sucked it down greedily, his cheeks lit from within by the glow “You taste of syrup”. After resting, they began again.

“Do you have wings ?”

“Yes”

“Show me.”

Jack watched amazed as two bubbles formed on Sebastiane’s back, burst and became long, tapered elegant forms of feathers and muscle. He stroked them tenderly and Sebastiane’s back arched with pleasure.

“I want to fuck you.”

Sebastiane’s heart raced and his body flamed with lust, he nodded his agreement and Jack’s cock, hard, warm and slick with spit, slipped into him, deeper and deeper until Sebastiane was sure it would pierce his core. Jack, grasped his wings and used them for leverage to push himself deeper still, wrenching the sockets until Sebastiane didn’t know where pleasure ended and pain began. The orgasm rocked his whole body and he was sure it could be heard in Heaven.

“I must go.”

“Like everyone, you desert me.”

“I have responsibilities.”

“Go on, fuck my head and leave, why not, a recurring pattern.”

“I will return, I will spend as much time with you as I can.”

Sebastiane dissolved and returned to his own world, there was panic, in his absence, the child had been badly burned. He was questioned again, but managed to convince that he wasn’t to blame. Instead of making him more conscientious, the event threw him into Jack’s path, consoling himself with company and sex.

One day, he returned to Jack’s room to find him clutching a pot of dye, with a mischievous look in his eye.

“What do you think your wings would look like black.”

“What ?”

“I want to dye your wings black.”

“Why ?”

“It would look cool.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Jack nodded and looked away, Sebastiane could sense that he was swallowing his disappointment and as he was falling completely under his spell agreed, the dye was applied and Jack seemed pleased with the result. Sebastiane enjoyed it through him.

The last of his other charges died, thankfully of natural causes and Sebastiane was now free to spend every waking moment in a rotating form of saliva and spunk. He entered the house one day to find Jack watching the news, with tears in his eyes.

“What’s the matter?”

“I saw something on the news.”

"What?"

"A teenager died..." There was a hitch in his voice.

"..and there were some Chrtistians at the funeral, holding placards, saying dreadful things."

"There are some terrible, horrible people in the world, but they're not Christian, they just say they are."

“I have to ask you something important.” He was hollow eyed and Sebastiane felt his heart lurch.

“I’m listening.”

“I want you to renounce God and your charges.”

“What ?”

“I can’t be with you, if I know you’re connected to that.”

“It’s not like that, I can’t just quit, it’s what I am. Anyway, you must know that I’m not connected to that, true faith has nothing to do with that.”

“It’s connected in my mind and the minds of lots of other people, I don’t think I can get past it.”

“I have no charges but you. I can't just renounce who I am.”

“Very well, then you’d better go and not return.”

Sebastiane felt wretched, but left as he was asked. He couldn’t keep his mind on what he was supposed to be doing and his thoughts were dominated by Jack. The more he thought about it, the more he came to believe that it couldn’t be all bad, to spend all his time with someone and love them forever. Eventually he met his superior and explained that he had decide to renounce his angel hood.

“What do you mean ?”

“I have met someone and decided to spend time with them. Surely Heaven is about love, you must understand. “It can be done, but you will be mortal, the only thing we cannot take are you wings, that would kill you and we will not. You can never return, do you understand ?”

“Yes”

He was duly discharged and fled to Jack’s house to break the news. Jack was delighted and they spent every moment together delighting in each other’s company. Over the months, the idyll continued until Sebastiane began to notice that Jack was becoming withdrawn. He decided to tackle the issue

“Jack, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know how to say this, but I’ve met someone else.”

Sebastiane felt as if a knife had been plunged into him.

“What ?”

“I’ve met someone else and I think I love them, I never meant to hurt you. You taught me that I didn’t deserve to be alone and for that I thank you. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave soon, I need the space for him.”

“But I gave up my life for you.”

Jack shrugged one shouldered “It was your choice.”

Sebastiane left the same evening, unable to live in the same space as his pain. He knew that Jack would not be persuaded to let him stay, nor did he feel inclined to beg. He wandered that streets all night, feeling the unfamiliar sensations of cold and hunger, finding them not marvellous, but extremely unpleasant. So it continued for several nights, until desperate for money, he entered a lab, wings intact. He thought that maybe they could use him in some way.

They took one look at him and decided that he would make a perfect genetic study, maybe man could fly after all. He spent some time in the lab and they drew blood and various samples from him, confident they could find the secret. But they got nowhere in their research. Eventually they realised that he was useless and decided to investigate further. They fed him drugged food and he slipped from consciousness. He ended his life, gutted like a fish on their slab, his secret still intact.