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Lexington's Fantasies	By : MelissaMaxwell Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 10870 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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November 27, 1996
Lexington perched on the chair before the computer as he typed an e-mail to send to his friends back in New York.
//Dear everyone,
I'm having a great time in London! The clan here at Knight's Spur is really nice. They don't have Thanksgiving here in England, but my friend Amp tells me Christmas here is great! I might ask Hudson if we can stay here for Christmas, just to see how great it is. Here's hoping!
They do have this thing called Remembrance Day. Unfortunately, we missed it by two days, but Amp told me all about it. There's not much in the way of food, but there's some military parades and the Queen gives a speech. Unfortunately, that all happens during the day, so no gargoyles get to see it other than recordings. Everyone wears poppies as a way of remembering those who died in WWII. There was talk of skipping it this year, since it turned out Griff didn't die after all, but Griff said they should keep up the tradition, to honor the human warriors who never came back. So, everyone wears poppies. Red poppies are traditional, but some wear white poppies as a sign of a desire for peace. Some people find white poppies disrespectful. I don't think it's disrespectful to want peace. Neither does Amp. At 11 AM, all the humans are silent for two minutes as a sign of respect. Since gargoyles are silent by default at 11 AM, the gargoyles of Knight's Spur hold their two minutes of silence at 11 PM. Una used to put flowers on the war memorial with statues of Goliath and Griff on this night, but that seemed a bit weird, all things considered. Well, London doesn't lack for war memorials.
Oh! I met the guy who made the memorial and painted that portrait of Griff in the shop. You'll never believe it! Concord Knight, who illustrated half of Alex's picture books, is actually a gargoyle! He's a very talented artist who's been experimenting with lots of different media. Concord showed me a stained glass window he's been working on. It looks so cool! I can't wait to see it when it's finished and has moonlight shining through it. It shows Griff in flight, to celebrate his return. Concord did a few sketches of me that look pretty neat. I'll ask if I can scan them and send you an attachment file.
Amp took me to the London Coliseum a few nights ago. It was incredible! The ceiling was enormous so it was easy to find a place where we could watch without being seen. We watched an opera called Tristan and Isolde. Una said it was an illustration of mankind's desire for the unobtainable. I thought it kinda sucked that Tristan and Isolde died at the end. (Sorry if that spoiled it.) And it would be nice if they sang in English. Amp says even if you can't really understand what's being said, good music is always good music.
Oh, but don't think I'm slacking off! Hyde Park has just as many muggers as Central Park. They just yell "Bugger!" instead of "Fuck!" when they see gargoyles. And then there's the skinheads. I don't get them at all. Your typical mugger just wants money. Rapists want sex. (Una said something about it not being about sex but about a demonstration of an inner power struggle or something. I guess she's smarter than me.) Racists just want to hurt someone because they have different skin colors. Can you imagine something so silly? I mean, that would be like me not liking Goliath because he's purple or Broadway because he's blue. London's a little more homogenous than New York, but there's still people from India, Pakistan and some black Londoners. Amp and I took out this one bunch of skinheads who wanted to beat up this one woman just for wearing a sari. You should've seen the hoofprint Amp left on this one guy's bald head! I wonder what the paramedics made of it.
Wow, this e-mail is getting pretty long! I'll stop here. Tell Goliath Hudson and I got a surprise for him when we get back. Brooklyn, don't fall for that e-mail from that Nigerian prince. Broadway, the food here isn't nearly as bad as people make it out to be. (The desserts are the best!) Angela, I got you a beefeater bear to replace Pinkie, since all we found of him in the wreckage was some stuffing. Elisa, Una sends her apologies to you and Angela for the whole tying you up in the basement thing.
Having a great time. Hope you are too!

Lex//
Lex stretched his arms. He felt a pair of strong hands rub his shoulders. "You've been on this a long time." said Staghart.
"Yeah, I got a lot to tell the clan." Lex said, leaning into the shoulder rub. "Can you get that bit just at the base of my neck?" Thumbs started rubbing at the sore spot on Lex's neck. "Ah! Yeah! That's good Amp."
Staghart peeked at the unsent e-mail. "You're telling them an awful lot about me."
"It's all good things." Lex assured him.
"Maybe you can tell me about them?" Amp wondered. "Like, who is this Angela you got the beefeater bear for?"
"Oh, she's a friend." said Lex. "Kinda like how you and Coco are friends. I took her to Coney Island after hours one night about a year ago. I got one of the games going and won a pink teddy bear for her. Unfortunately, after the clock tower we were living in got blown up, so did Pinkie. We went back to salvage what we could later, but all we found of Pinkie was some balls of cotton and pink plush. Elisa found a photo of herself and Goliath taken on Halloween. Broadway found the sun amulet we managed to save from Hyena. Good thing it was in one piece. Broadway wanted to destroy it to start with, but in the end, we all decided just to keep an eye on it until we find out what it's for. All we know is it's connected to gargoyles somehow."
"So," said Staghart, leaning on Lex's chair. "This Angela is just a friend, right?"
"Yeah, like I said, kinda like you and Coco. We don't have the long history you two have, but we're good friends. She and Broadway are kind of a thing now. I don't think Brooklyn's taking it well. He kinda liked her too."
"And how are you taking it?"
"It's the weirdest thing." said Lex, clicking on the "send" icon. "When I was alone with her at Coney Island, I couldn't think of a single thing I actively disliked about her, but, y'know, it just wasn't happening."
"What did you expect to happen?"
"I don't know." sighed Lex. "Thing is, I've never been in love before."
"Never?" Lex could hear the smile in Staghart's voice. "Never even had a pash?"
"A pash?"
"Short for passion." Staghart supplied. "I believe the yank word is 'crush'. Ever wanted to get romantic with anyone?"
Lexington hoped Staghart couldn't see his blush. "Well...a few times." he admitted.
"Who was your first pash?"
"Um, well...." Lex gulped. "Uh...why don't you tell me who your first 'pash' was?"
"Well, I don't want to name any names." Staghart said coyly. "But, it was one of my older brothers. He was just so cool and funny and handsome. He was always there for me, always seemed to know what the right thing to do was and I was just plain twitterpated. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean." said Lex, thinking about Goliath. "My first crush was also one of my...." Lex caught himself. "Wait, you did say 'brother', right?" He turned in his chair to look at Staghart.
"Good to know that the acoustics in this room work."
"You mean you're...?"
"Gayer than Christmas?" suggested Staghart. "Queer as a three pound note? Swishy as a fly swatter? Guilty as charged!" Staghart chuckled. "Oh, if only those skinheads knew who was handing them their arses every night!"
"They'd kill you!" Lex found it hard to conceal the concern in his voice.
"Try to, maybe." Staghart said with a smile. "But, 'Try not, do or do not.' like Yoda says."
"So...this means you like green, bald guys with big ears?" Lex hoped he sounded like he was teasing.
"Mmm...Yoda's too old for my taste."
"Yoda was only 900 years old." Lex pointed out. "I'm 1,040."
"If you take pesky magic spells into account." Staghart pulled up another computer chair. "You know, I find it amazing that someone who lived a thousand years ago can adapt to computers and electronics as easily as you could."
"Um, thanks." Lex was blushing again. He wasn't used to being complimented.
"I remember when we got the internet back in the 80's. Things sure have changed since back then! Why, the closest thing to a porn site in those days was ASCII art."
"What's ASCII art?" asked Lex.
"Oh, that's where people make pictures using typography. You know, letters, numbers, symbols, that sort of thing."
"Oh, like emoticons?" asked Lex.
"Sort of." said Staghart, leaning in close to the computer. "Here, I'll show you a website that has loads of ASCII art." Lex shivered all over at the scent of Amp's fur so close to him. He crossed his legs, hoping he wouldn't notice the bulge in his loincloth. "Ah, there we go." said Amp when he found the page he found the page he was looking for. "See? Some of it, like this cat, the tank or that lorry are fairly simple. The one of the Starship //Enterprise// is very detailed, but still simplistic compared to what some people can do. Let me click on this JPEG file and I'll show you." Staghart clicked on a file marked "Dracula". A black and white image of the iconic vampire with his cape spread appeared on screen. "Rather looks like a good pencil sketch of Drac, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it looks great!" said Lex. He leaned forward for a better look. "Hey, it's all made of letters, numbers and symbols and stuff."
"Right." said Staghart. "But, if you stand back, it looks like a shaded, highlighted and detailed drawing. Concord has tried his hand at it. He's always looking for new media to try. He said it's very time consuming and that he prefers painting and sculpting. I'd show you some of the naughty pics, but that means hacking past the net nanny Una set up and then turning it back on when we're done so the hatchlings don't get scarred for life while trying to look up Muppet fanfiction."
Lex chuckled. "Yeah, there's some weird stuff out there."
"I rather like some of the adult fan fiction myself." said Staghart. "It's funny, 30 years and people are still writing Spirk fiction."
"Spirk fiction?" asked Lex.
"That's what //Star Trek// fans call it when fanfics have Spock and Kirk get romantic."
"Oh, like Dolf or Wockal or Jacko." said Lex. "That's some of the pairings from //The Pack// fandom."
"Or RimList from //Red Dwarf//." said Staghart. "I've been reading one fanfic about Superman and Jimmy Olsen getting into a relationship. The author likes to make parallels between them and the eromenos/erastes relationships in Ancient Greece."
"Um, Staghart?" Lunette said, peeking around the door.
"Yes, Lunette?" answered Staghart.
"Um....you know that book called //Magick Moste Evile// that Una keeps locked in a glass case in the library?"
"Yes...." Staghart said cautiously.
"Uh, well...." stammered Lunette. "Castor and Pollux told me, Aiden and Prudence that she hid sweeties in that book, and...um...." She looked around nervously.
Staghart sighed. "Does Una know?"
"Don't tell Una!" said Lunette. "She'll be cross with us!"
"Perhaps Una needs to be cross." said Staghart, walking over to the door and taking Lunette's hand. "Wait here, Lex, I'll handle this."
Lex Googled the words "eromenos" and "erastes". After hacking past the net nanny, he learned about how in Ancient Greece, an established adult male would sometimes take a young man as his lover. He would take care of him and teach him the skills he needed to be an adult. He also learned that the erastes would sometimes make love to his eromenos by way of intercrural sex. He learned that consisted of sliding one's penis between their lover's thighs, as illustrated on several kalixes. Lex started thinking about Amp's thighs. That skin tight unitard he always wore revealed every muscular curve. Lex wondered just how far that fur went. He had brushes with Amp's fur. There was that time he woke up in his arms after fighting Coyote. And at the Coliseum, Amp had let Lex rest against him in the rafters. Such soft, sweet snowy white fur.
Lex closed his eyes. He imagined himself and Amp lounging on one of those couches like they did in //I, Claudius//. He imagined what Amp would look like naked. It was easy, since his usual outfit revealed how he was shaped. So beautiful, lean, strong, sculpted. And covered in velvety soft hair. He wondered if his cock would be white and furry like the most of him, or pink like his ears and nose. He was pretty sure he'd be uncut, unlike some of the guys he had seen on porn sites. Why humans would want to cut up a perfectly good dick was beyond him.
Lex imagined himself laying back against that furry body and those strong arms holding him. He imagined tender hands delicately stroking his body. Those talon tips just grazing over his scalp while another brushed against his wing membranes. Lexington smiled as he imagined what it would be to have a hand smoothly stroke down the length of his chest and stomach. He just knew how good it would feel to have that hand stroke his balls and squeeze his cock.
Maybe they could try that intercrural thing. Lex could lay down on top of Amp and let their cocks slide between each others' thighs. Lex would grab those big strong shoulders and hold on as he thrust. Amp would stroke at his wing membranes while bucking against him. What kind of noises would Amp make? Sighs? Moans? Lex loved the sound of his voice and just knew it would make the most beautiful sounds while Amp was being pleasured. And Lex would pleasure him. He would kiss him, stroke his ears and antlers, run his fingers through his fur. The two of them would share the utmost pleasure.
As their passion built, those giant, white feathered wings would wrap around Lex. They had been the first thing Lex had noticed about Amp the first time he saw him. Big, white wings like an angel. And the rest of him, magnificent. Lex hadn't been able to stop looking at him. He was so beautiful, so sexy. He just knew those feathery wings would be pillowy soft. Maybe they'd tickle a bit, but in a good way. Lex would buck tightly in the embrace as Amp's thighs gently squeezed him. Lex was being buried alive in a snow drift of pleasure he never wanted to escape from.
"Oh, Amp!" Lex cried out as the intense pleasure made him explode from the inside out. When Lex opened his eyes, panting, he saw a telltale white glob on the computer screen. "Oh, shit!" said Lex, arranging his loincloth so he wasn't exposed. "Shit, shit, shit!" He muttered as he looked around wildly for something to clean the mess up with. There was a box of Kleenex on the desk. Lex wildly pulled a handful out and started wiping the screen.
"Well, I'm back." Staghart sighed as he returned. Lex quickly drew the handful of tissues back, hoping he hadn't seen that. He turned to see that Staghart had a few singe marks on his fur and what appeared to be a tentacle entwined in one antler. "Una managed to get things under control by muttering some Latin mumbo-jumbo. I tried burning the book, but it didn't seem to want to be burned. Do I have anything stuck in my antlers?"
"Um...a tentacle." said Lex, wondering what the hatchlings managed to conjure with //Magick Moste Evile//.
Staghart pulled the tentacle away. "Well, that's just nasty." he said. "Did I get it all?"
"Uh, yeah." said Lex. //Even messed up like this, he's still beautiful! Those eyes of his are gorgeous!//
"What are you doing with those tissues?"
"Um...I'm allergic!" said Lex. "I'm allergic to...." He laid eyes on a vase of yellow flowers. "To daffodils! Yeah! Ah-choo!" Lex pretended to sneeze into the cum soaked tissues.
"Those are tulips." said Staghart. "Plastic tulips."
"That's what I meant!" Lex said with a nervous laugh. "Yeah, I'm allergic to plastic tulips. Well, gotta go throw this away!" He gestured to the tissues. "Bye!" He ran out of the room, not noticing the wastebasket right by the door.
Staghart looked at the tentacle in his hand. He'd better throw this away too. Better yet, burn it. It would be unthinkable if that thing could regenerate. Staghart caught a glimpse of the computer screen. It had several images of Ancient Greek kalixes with erotic imagery etched on them. Was this what Lex had been looking at? He smiled. //He's so cute!// Staghart thought as he turned the net nanny back on.
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