Gargoyle Boyfriend: Amadou 2 (rough draft)

You woke in the morning, realizing your phone’s alarms weren’t going off. You then remember that your phone had been dropped at the museum and Rabid probably had it now. You scoff, sitting up in bed and you see a figure standing at your window. 

You walk up to the stone statue, placing your hand on his back. Last night he felt like velvet, but he was back to the hold stone form you had known for so long. Looking up at Amadou, you see his gaze is focused intensely outside. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, but you must have been exhausted. Amadou stayed all night watching out for you. Now, at work, how would a missing gargoyle be explained?

You washed your face, splashing cold water over your skin. You got ready for work, leaving a note taped to Amadou in case you didn’t get home before nightfall. Walking into work you were on pins and needles. You half expected to be grabbed and ripped to shreds as soon as you walked into the door. 

Nothing happened, and no one seemed to be aware of anything that happened to you. It wasn’t until you sat down and turned on your work computer that you finally noticed something wrong. The whole computer was wiped. All your research, all your progress, your data and backups, all of it was gone. The only thing left for you was a document in the center of the screen.

You sit there and stare at that document on the screen. “Well shit.” You click on the document.

“I hope this note finds you well. Just in case you did not get the message last night, I think it is best you give up the ghost. What you will find beyond those paintings is a world you do not wish to entangle yourself in. It is not your world and it is not your place. If you wish to keep digging then this note is your last beckon to safety. Listen to it and last night is the worse of your troubles. If you choose to ignore this note, then I will be seeing you soon.” You screen suddenly goes black and you hurriedly get away from it. 

You go to your editor to talk about it, but then you recall how he insisted you didn’t look any further into the story with Solomon Savage. He could be working for Solomon, or at least being bought off by him. You leave the building, feeling unsafe without Amadou there.

You go by the museum, expecting to see police cars and who knows what out there after the chase last night. You know Rabid had bounced off the walls and touched displays without a single alarm going off. Your chase had created a lot of damage, you had crashed through some of it yourself, so you expected there to be some sort of comotion. Instead, the museum was closed for renovations. No police cars, no cops, not even a police horse around. 

“Not liking this,” you mutter to yourself. You leave the scene fearing you’ll see the museum director or be spotted by one of Solomon’s men. 

If Solomon Savage had Rabid, one of the worst villains in the world, in his back pocket, didn’t that make him a bad guy too? Then again, you couldn’t think of a billionaire who wasn’t a bad guy in one way or another.  Still, having Rabid as your ally wasn’t good, especially if Rabid was only following orders.

That was when you decided to go to the only place you felt safe researching Solomon Savage, the library. It was there you could research without a trail. You could go through old newspapers and articles on hand about him.

Old newspapers revealed his students years where he was a bright but troubled young man. He excelled in his studies, but had issues with authority and constantly bucked the system. Had it not been for his money, he would have been removed from all the schools he attended. 

Later years showed his growing research development business with his partner and cofounder, Dr. Maksim Harlan. The two worked together very closely for years until, one day, Solomon disappeared. It happened shortly after they were researching a comet from space. They had collected samples and then Solomon never reappeared. Most of his work was seized by the government and it left Dr. Harlan abandoned and without a penny to his name. 

You knew that name, but only because of your recent dealings with the Hephaestus academy. Dr. Harlan was a professor there now, working on training future scientists, both super and regular. 

You got yourself a burner phone with what little cash you had and called the school to schedule a meeting with Dr. Harlan. You fib a little bit, giving a fake name and reason for you showing up. It’s getting late as you finish scheduling the meeting and as you step outside a chill goes down your spine. Taking in a sharp breath you quickly go down the street towards home. 

You’re almost there when something falls from a tree in front of you. You go to reach for your mace, but it’s not there. The figure rises before you, towering and then their wings tuck back.

“It’s just me,” Amadou says gently.

“You scared the shit out of me!” You clutch at your chest. “I’ve been on high alert all day.”

Amadou shakes his head. “Why did you even go out?”

You approach him and take his hand. You feel safer now than you did on your own. You grip his palm then look into his eyes. “I had to know. I couldn’t just sit and stew in it. I also don’t want him to get away with this.”

Amadou scowls. “It’s not safe, and during the day I can’t protect you.” 

You frown. “I got myself into this mess, least I can do is sweep the mess out from under Solomon’s rug. He’s hiding something, and if he’s hiding that work with Rabid, the world deserves to know.”

Amadou frowns and his ears fold back. “So you’d rather save the world than yourself.”

You shrug. “The world has a lot more problems than I do.”

A soft smile spreads across his face and Amadou pulls you into a hug. You relax in this embrace, feeling comforted after a long day of having to look over your shoulder for hours.

“I’m glad you’re alright,” Amadou murmurs. “But from this point on, your safety is my job. Try not to get yourself in too much more trouble.”

“You still have to explain to me this whole not being made of stone thing.” You wave your hand over his body. “I thought I had just been talking to the wall all this time.”

“It got through,” Amadou smirks. “It was the first voice I had heard in so long. That’s when I was finally able to start waking up.”

“It’s a long story.” He laces his fingers with yours and something about it feels familiar to you. 

“I honestly have nothing else to do between putting my life in danger and fearing for it.” You try to joke to alieve how tense you are. 

Amadou nods and takes in a deep breath. “Let’s start with once upon a time. Hundreds of years ago, there was a castle on a cliff. Residing inside was a young queen who had just given birth to her first and only child, a princess. The queen’s husband, who was a powerful wizard, had vanished during war, so she wanted to protect her daughter. Over the years, she became friends with the gargoyles who lived in the waters and caves of the cliffs. She made them her knights and guardians, creating one of the most impenetrable fortresses in the kingdom.

“Her daughter grew up to be wise and lovely, but also very enamoured with the gargoyles in her home. She fell in love with one, carrying on a secret affair with him. He would fly her from the roof of the castle and to the caves of the cliff. One day, a strange man came to the castle. He was angered by the gargoyles who had seemingly took over and started using magic to curse those that came into his path. He turned them stone, one by one, until he came into the throne room. He revealed himself to be the lost king and insisted on having his kingdom returned to him.

“The queen, seeing her long lost husband had gone mad, tried to persuade him and calm him. The gargoyles had become her friends and confidants, and it was angering her that the old king was harming them. Try though she might to placate him, his anger was so much that he killed the queen. He went to find his daughter, only to discover her love affair with the gargoyle knight. 

“He cursed them both and all those within the castle. Taking pity on his child, he cursed her to go to neither heaven nor hell, and instead be reborn. Only then would the curse on the castle and all those inside be lifted, if only temporarily. During the night they would stalk the earth, turning to stone once the sun rose. You see, I think that-” He then stops at a certain point and turns his head. His ears perk up and he pulls you close to his side.

“Is something wrong?” You whisper.

“Not sure.” His eyes scan through the night. “I thought I heard something.” He protectively puts his arm around you. “This isn’t a safe place to be. We should get you home.”

“That can’t exactly be safe either. Maybe we should hide somewhere else for the night.” You look up at him, seeing the concerned look on his face. You continue walking, if only at a quicker pace. “What happened then? Did the princess get reborn? What about her knight?”

Amadou chuckles. “They must be together again.”

You decide to go to your work. You have a key and can get inside, not to mention there are security cameras that could capture anyone getting into the building. Amadou flies you up to the roof where the two of you hideout for the night. You look out over the city as wind blows your hair. Amadou then takes the hat you gave him and places it on your head.

“Thanks,” you chuckle shyly. 

“It’ll at least keep your hair from blowing about.” Amadou leans over the edge. You take in the size of him, long, long arms that are strong with muscle. His back arches slightly, going into spikes along the spine. You recall a memory of your fingers running down those spines until you touched the base of his tail. But you’ve never done that before. Have you?

“This world is amazing,” Amadou murmurs. “All the lights, the sounds, there was nothing ever like this back home.”

“Do you miss it?” You ask.

“It’s sort of hard to remember, the long sleep took them all away.” He stands erect, towering over you yet again. “I can remember vague things, but mostly, what I recall is not the world around, but the people.”

“Is there anyone in particular you miss?”

“One,” he whispers. “But it doesn’t do my mind well to dwell on that.” He looks down at you and smiles. “I’m here now, and my life is starting over. I have to get to know this world and figure out my place in it.”

“That’s oddly brave,” you remark. “After coming from such a different time, and into one so strange, I would be terrified.”

Amadou chuckles. “I think you’d be surprised at what you are really capable of. After last night, I’m sure most people would have locked themselves away or given up their chase. But you? You’ve only begun to fight.”

“I don’t want a world ruled by men like Solomon Savage, even though it practically is,” you scoff. “So if I can take down one, all the better right?”

Amadou takes your hand again. “I’ll help you, even if I am only useful half of the time.”

You fall asleep in Amadou’s arms, his wings wrapped around you like a tent. You dream that you’re standing over a cliff and looking out over the ocean. As you step closer towards the edge something flies up from the bottom of the cliff. You look up and stretch your arms out, grabbing hold of Amadou’s hands as he comes to land. You pull him into your arms, hugging him tight. 

“I am glad you’re home!” You say excitedly.

Amadou touches your face and brushes his finger against your bottom lip. “It has been a long time, my princess, I must get used to you again.”

You wake as a car horn blares through the night. You sit up, looking around as Amadou rises from his seat. You rub your eyes as he looks over the edge. A second later he’s tackled and thrown back across the roof.

You scramble, jumping to your feet and racing towards the door. A cair is thrown, crashing above your head as you unlock it. You then careen down the stairs, nearly stumbling and falling several times. From above, someone jumps down the stair shaft and lands at the bottom.

“We just want to talk,” Rabid snarls. His voice is the low, sinister growls of a tiger eat its prey. “Since you don’t want to listen to clearly written warnings.”

“Someone wouldn’t be working this hard to silence somebody if there wasn’t something worth hiding.” You turn to head back towards the door but it slams shut in your face. You scream and then Rabid is right behind you. 

“We don’t know where you found that little friend of yours, but you’re lucky to have him.” Rabid is holding his side where he’s oozing deep orange blood. “Had,” he corrects.

You press your back to the door and jiggle the handle. It’s locked from the other side. “How did you know I wasn’t listening?”

Rabid tilts his head up and he chuckles. “You’re not the only one we’re watching.”

“You keep saying we,” you snap. 

Rabid lunges at you and you duck, just as you door, the door bursts open as Amadou crashes through. He knocks Rabid over the railing, falling with him down the shaft again. You race back out onto the roof and look around, you lean over the edge, seeing if there was anyone you could call for to help. Instead there was a warning shot that knocked the hat off your head. You ran, ducking back into the building.

Rabid claws himself over the railing, hissing in your face before Amadou flies up and grabs him. He flings Rabid outside while you race down the stairs. You dash into one of the offices above the newspaper. You head towards a window and fling it open then throw yourself out of it. As you do, Amadou snatches you from midair and flies off with you. 

Rabid screams from the building as you fly off. There was no way to win by fighting, Amadou would turn to stone soon and then you would be left to Rabid’s mercy. Right now, it as safe to escape and hide than fight.

Amadou takes you to the cost where there is a pier. You find an old beach house that’s been abandoned to hide in. Once inside, the sun begins to rise.

“You have to be careful,” Amadou breathes. “I can’t protect you once the sun comes up.” He touches your cheek then smooths his thumb against your bottom lip. “It’ll be alright, don’t be scared.”

You press a kiss to his lips as sunlight begins to filter through the boarded up windows. “I’m not,” you whisper.

Amadou reaches for a kiss again, turning to stone the moments your lips touch.

“I have my knight,” you whisper. You settle down, resting against his stone form. You should stay awake, you know you should. Someone has to keep watch, but after such a horrible night, you can barely hold your eyes open. You fall asleep against Amadou, only to be scared awake by thunder.

You feel drips of rain upon your face from a leak in the roof and outside the lightning illuminates the sky. You sit up and look at Amadou, he’s still stone, so it means it is still daylight even though the storm has made it dark.

You rest back against the wall, taking slow deep breaths. You then stand up and go outside onto the porch. The ocean is choppy and gray, small waves are crashing onto the shore, assuring that bigger ones are behind them. The trees dip sideways as the wind blow and rain comes down in pulsing sheets. 

Back inside you hear a crackle like logs in the fire. You turn, seeing flecks of stone flake from Amadou’s fingers as he moves. You go to his side, seeing that the stone is cracking and chipping away. You’re able to help break away the stone, chipping it from his face until he takes a breath. He stretches his wings and debris flies everywhere. He stretches out his arms and brings you close to his chest.

“We made it,” he breathes. He looks towards the door to see the storm outside. “How long has it been raining?”

“Not sure, I woke up to the thunder.” You stand and close the door.

“I’m sorry it must be this way,” he grumbles. “I am sure the last thing you want to do is hide.”

You sit back down beside him and take hold of his hand. “Don’t worry,” you murmur. “I’m not giving up, so neither should you.”

Amadou smiles down at you. “You’re far too brave for your own good.”

“That’s why I have you.” You kiss him,pressing close this time. He won’t turn to stone for hours, so you want to make sure this kiss lasts. “My knight,” you whisper to him.

Amadou clutches his arms around you with a soft whimper. “Princess.”

“So it’s true,” you pull back. 

“I didn’t want you thinking you had to rely on who you once were,” he murmurs. “You’re you now, alive, beautiful, and stupidly courageous.”

You chuckle and hold his hand to your cheek. “But I remember things. Touches and moments. They’ve all been coming to me slowly.”

“I loved you then,” Amadou whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “So much I cannot describe the pain of waking without you.”

“Don’t cry.” You kiss tears from his cheek.

“They are happy,” Amadou sniffles sweetly. “I am not sad right now at all.” He cups your face between his large hands. “I can hold you again, that is all I want.”

You kiss him, slowly wrapping yourself around him. The heat between your grows into a passion that is new but all too familiar. You remember the cave where you made love before. His skin was cold compared to your warmth, and your breath steamed as you breathed into him. His tail would wrap around your waist and he would dip his head to kiss your breasts.

You undressed now, removing your shirt so you could press your bare skin to his. His fingers trail up your skin and he nuzzles happily between your breasts. He pushes up your bra, kissing and licking the hard peaks he finds. He nurses, moaning against your skin as the ache in your loins grows.

“It’s been too long,” he pants. “I’m not used to you anymore.”

You kiss him, hurriedly chucking aside your pants. His cock has started to come out of an opening in his groin. It looks like a large belly button, but it opens and dribbles with something wet. From within his shaft is bright pink, fading down to pitch black. The head is slightly pointed with a curve that follows into the shaft that becomes bulbous around the center. It’s glossy and slick, dripping with that same wetness.

He tastes sweet as you kiss him there. The wetness is sugary and lemony in a way that’s pleasant but strange at the same time. His long fingers rub your folds, gently squeezing with each lick and kiss you give his shaft. The odd shape makes it hard to suck, so you drag your mouth down the side. He shudders and moans, thrashing his tail as more of the shaft pulses from the opening.

You whimper as his fingers slip inside and his thumb rubs against tour clit. It’s been a long time for this, old life and current one. You squeeze around his fingers, feeling each curl and swirl they offer. Sitting up, you look into his eyes as you straddle his lap, rubbing yourself against him. The memories are vivid now of all the times you made love. The cave was lit by a single torch as the waves crashed against the cliff. Outside, the storm rages, thunder booms and rain splashes from the windows. 

“I want you,” you whisper to him. “Before the sun rises, I want you, all of you.”

Amadou growls low in his throat. “I am yours, I will never belong to anyone else. My princess,” he moans, “take me.”

You accept Amadou inside, squeezing tight around him. He moans into your ear, gasping for breath as you ride him. His tail has curled itself around your waist while his hands are squeezed around your hips. 

You’ve never felt this before, but you remember it from long ago. The bulbous curve inside molds itself to your shape so that every time you move you feel something deep. You tremble as you move, so Amadou arches his hips. He thrusts upwards into you, making you bury your face into his chest. He snarls and grunts, sounding bestial and hungry.

You lick his chest, gently nibbling until you feel a shudder deep inside. He tilts his head down, kissing you as the shudder becomes a throb. You cry out against his kiss, dragging your nails down his side. Amadou holds you up, keeping you flush against his chest. His wings wrap around you as he cradles you lovingly. He continues to move inside you, slowly pulling out from you. He sighs heavily, twitching before he lets out a soft laugh.

“So new,” he whispers, “but just like it was.”

You lift your head, kissing him again. “I remembered every moment.”

He kisses you back and smiles. “I promise, this time, I will protect you.” Small tears trickle down his cheek. You brush them away and he nuzzles his cheek into your palm.

Amadou trembles. “My princess I’ll keep you safe. I won’t lose you again.”