Fabulous reader,

What's that the sound of? Me returning with shame and humility? Sounds like the distinct jingle jangle of my pride hanging from a noose. I honestly don't have an excuse for being absent for so long except for this: Writers. Block. Will. Do. This. To. You. It's a nasty thing that can sometimes stay for a long time, and the best way to push through it is to simply sit back and do something else that you enjoyed. Dood, I don't know; I was on a mystifying journey to discover myself. Dropped out of school, farted around in Europe, made some awesome mistakes, experienced new things, got into an ass load of trouble, became a street performer. I picked up artistry again, started painting and drawing, started up an ask blog on tumblr, am in the process of starting a let's play channel on youtube, became a lumberjack, became a whore, wait what? Okay, maybe that last one was a lie. I only wish I was a whore! Oh baby. In short, 6 months well spent.

I hope you guys and gals can accept my apology, because I'm apologizing from the bottom of my heart.

Anyway, let the insanity continue with the next installment, O Faithful Kiss. Coming soon!

Commissions are open for stories and/or art, so feel free to PM me or visit my tumblr and drop me some requests.

-It's been so long, I think I've forgotten how to make a disclaimer... naahh-

He woke with a start and the wind outside was howling as if to tell him all about the important matters in the world. For a moment, he was confused as to where he was at. He was curled up beneath layers of sheets and quilts, laying on top of a bed. He rolled over and saw the tuft of brown hair and remembered an evening filled with tangled limbs and two bodies conjoined in ecstasy as one. Jack's face flushed hot and he sunk low beneath the sheets. He was hot and miserable. His stomach sunk low and his mind spun.

How could he do such a thing? Part of him wished it had all been one of Sandy's dreams. He brought his pale, shaking hands to his face and covered his eyes, counting to three before pulling them away again. He looked around and still found reality staring him blankly in the face. It had not been a dream. He had climbed into Jamie's room earlier on that evening, he had kissed him, loved him, taken him. He knew he had feelings for Jamie; and it was obvious that Jamie returned those feelings.

But was this really what Jack wanted? Jamie would grow older, die eventually. And Jack would loose something so dear to him. Would he hinder Jamie's life some how? It didn't matter what Sandy said. There was something wrong about this, something that he knew deep down inside that was wrong.

Could he face that boy when he opened those big brown eyes? Jack fidgeted and stared towards the sleeping body that lay beside him, lost in a pleasant dream no doubt. Jack swallowed thickly. Their night of pleasure spoiled now by the feeling in the pit of Jack's stomach. He was suffocating. He wiggled and sprang free from the constriction of the sheets. What business did Jack have with a human like him?

He had set in motion events that would be uncontrollable from now until the end of time. If his fellow guardians found out...

Jack floated above Jamie's head, staring down at him with a look of deep sorrow. He reached down, daring to caress that sweet face one last time. "I'm so sorry, Jamie," he said as he leaned down and placed a kiss on those lips that he had claimed in passion. He lingered there for a moment, savoring the taste before slipping back and leaving through the window.

The room was silent as Jamie slept on, not knowing yet what had happened, not yet knowing that his heart had been broken with that one last kiss.