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Amazing Grace	By : RotSeele Category: A through F > A Clockwork Orange Views: 2542 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Amazing Grace
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
- 7-VII
- 5
- 6
- 7
VI

Over the course of the next few weeks, the weather grew colder and their trysts grew more frequent. Alex told himself that it was because he wanted to be the one to end Kyle’s insignificant life. The weather was just disobeying him. Kyle, as usual just laughed and went along with Alex’s demands, never once asking to know Alex’s name or asking for some sort of compensation when Alex’s cock tore his insides to bits.
Kyle, Alex had come to understand, was a free and kindred spirit. Kyle had no ambition, but was ready to help if it was needed; he had no idea of the cruelties of the world, only that there were. He was just, simply, Kyle.
They talked about music. They talked about philosophy, psychology, ethics. Whatever they wanted to talk about they did. There was no love between them (Alex knew there wasn’t – his greatest love was Ludwig and there was no room for anything or anyone else) but there was a mutual… something that drove each to find release of the physical in each other’s embrace.
And Alex liked Kyle. Kyle, unlike the others, had a brain. He used that brain and held highly intelligent conversations with Alex because of it. Kyle was, quite simply, Alex’s. And Kyle never disputed it.
The night snow was just beginning to blanket the streets when Alex rolled over in bed finding Kyle watching him with an odd gleam in his hazel eyes.
“What?” Alex asked, defensive.
Kyle only smiled and stretched. “Christmas is next week.”
“I’m not getting you anything.”
“Didn’t think you would. But!” Kyle shifted then, sitting up to look down at his leader (alpha, really) with a smile.
“But?” Alex ventured carefully.
“Make me three promises. That’s all I want.”
“You want promises. Not my name.”
Kyle shrugged. “You’ll tell me your name when you’re ready to, and yes, I want promises.”
Alex rolled his eyes, fighting to keep the grumbling to a minimum. What kind of idiot wanted fucking promises on Christmas? Alex just glared at Kyle, wanting the boy to back down.
Kyle’s eyes became the colour of dried blood and Alex knew he was serious.
“All right, fine.” Alex snapped, glaring almost-hate at the smaller creature. “What promises?”
Kyle just looked at him for a long while, silent. Finally, he smiled his own small Cheshire smile.
“First, don’t forget me. Second name your firstborn after me, and lastly, listen to some fucking music.”
Alex couldn’t help himself. He began to laugh, aware of how it made Kyle seem more confused than angry. Finally, Alex pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, gave them a good rub and sighed.
“I promise,” he said simply.
Kyle smiled a smile that reminded Ale of a dying man receiving all of God’s grace and settled back down on the bed, closing his eyes. Alex watched him for what must have been hours before he finally reached to brush stray hairs away from Kyle’s face, wondering what Kyle knew that he didn’t. He fell asleep not long afterward, dreaming odd dreams of violence that didn’t make him ill.
When Alex woke, Kyle was already gone, signaling a new day had come. Alex went thought his morning routine with the enthusiasm of a diabetic snail, trying to catch the fading tails of the last dream he’d been having. His angel had been trying to tell him something, but he hadn’t been able to hear the words.
The world was covered in a blanket of white and there was a fierce chill in the air. Alex shivered despite himself and began the trek to work, demanding silently that Kyle be at their alley afterward.
It surprised Alex how quickly he fled work when his shift was over, the blonde hurrying without the urgency needed to his and Kyle’s alley. Kyle, unfortunately, wasn’t present. Rage washed through Alex then, feeling betrayed. Kyle should have been there, waiting for him. Where the hell was he?
Alex grit his teeth and put on a stoic mask when he felt a tug on his jacket, turning slowly to find his angel behind him, staring at him with a small smile on his lips. Alex fought the urge to strike the younger boy and instead gave a terse “What?”
“Come with me,” Kyle asked, taking Alex’s hand. “There’s something I want you to see.”
Kyle didn’t give Alex a chance to protests; he pulled him down the street, still smiling away. Alex ground his teeth and allowed himself to be pulled like a dog on a leash, all the while trying to figure out if he’d benefit from shoving Kyle in the path of an oncoming bus. But Kyle just pulled him along, treating any resistance as an invitation to tug harder. Alex was about to yank his hand from the smaller’s grip and just go home when Kyle pulled him up the stone stairs of a church.
“What the hell are we doing here?” Alex demanded, focusing on Kyle through the snowflakes. The blonde simply folded his arms over his chest and stared, feeling the beginnings of disgust when the street rat simply rolled his eyes.
“Just trust me, brother. Come inside.”
That said Kyle turned, pulled open a huge oak door, and vanished within the House of God, leaving Alex alone on the stair. Alex was sorely temped to just turn around and head home, screw whatever Kyle wanted to show him. Intense curiosity won over, and Alex stepped through the same portal, expecting to burst into flames. When he didn’t, he breathed a sigh of disappointment and stepped into the large, cavernous foyer, finding Kyle standing beneath a sigh curved ceiling, head back, eyes closed. Curious, Alex moved over to his, what? Lover? And looked up into the ceiling.
“What are you waiting for?” Alex asked, taking amusement in Kyle’s heavy sigh.
“Close your eyes and listen.”
Shaking his head, Alex just watched Kyle for a moment longer before he heard the thunder. It rumbled long and low, bubbling up from his feet and spreading to his limbs before it even faded came the sound of the organ, each note lilting and haunting and creating its own vibration of hunger. Finally, Alex closed his eyes as instructed and tilted his head back. Again game the rumble of thunder, the organ notes coming swifter, swirling up into the ceiling before rattling Alex’s bones with their intensity. His mind was clear, devoid of any thoughts about anything. Hen he heard Kyle began to sing, even though the words didn’t match the music.
Alex fancied he heard Chopin’s piano, beautiful and soft, full of a passion that brought about feelings of peace and tranquility. Then came the thunder of Ludwig von Beethoven’s trumpets and trombones and the feelings of intense pleasure that were heightened by the feelings of peace. They twined in the crashing crescendo of trumpets and trombones, the singing strings of violins, the rumbles of the of the cellos, and when Alex opened his eyes to look at Kyle, he found the boy watching him with a knowing smile and an unreadable look in his hazel eyes.
Kyle simply asked, “Do you understand now?”
Numbly, Alex gave a nod. Kyle smiled bright and moved over to Alex, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. Alex simply held onto Kyle, quite aware that he had just missed something terribly important.
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