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DISCLAIMER: This story is a non-commercial
work of fiction based on the anime/manga Gankutsuou and the comic
book The Sandman. Original copyright of Gankutsuou belongs
to Mahiro Maeda, Gonzo/Media Factory, GDH. Original copyright of The
Sandman belongs to Neil Gaiman and DC Comics. Absolutely no monetary
gain has been made from this work.
THE DOLLMAKER

©
December 6, 2005 By Rory V. Pascual

CHAPTER TEN
Albert stumbled through the door
of his home, exhausted and heart sick, the guilt a heavy burden that he
could no longer bear. It did not help any that his humble home pervaded
with the bright aura of the man he had lost forever. Worse, his traitorous
mind played back all the happy moments he shared with the former nobleman.
Edmond cleaning up the house
and puttering away in the kitchen with a cheerful smile on his face�
Edmond enjoying chocolate fudge
cake, the icing smearing his face�
Edmond's delight whenever he
finished one of his magical dolls�
Edmond stealing sweet kisses
from him every night�
Albert pressed his fingertips
to his lips. He would never experience those tender kisses ever again.
Blue eyes dulled by grief and
anguish grew bright as they fell upon the pair of sharp scissors sitting
on the table. He bent down, his fingers closing around the handle. In his
distraught state, he did not hear the frantic knocking at his door. Neither
did he respond to that desperate cry, "Albert, open the door! Damn it!
You better not be doing something stupid in there!"
Slowly raising the scissors with
its sharp point aimed at his belly, Albert whispered, "Wait for me, Edmond!
I'll be joining you soon!"
Before he could drive the scissors
into his body, the door was kicked open. Albert whirled angrily at this
intrusion, only to have his eyes widen at the sight of the breathless figure
at his doorway.
Edmond Dantes stood at the doorway,
his chest heaving from his long, hard run. His gray-tinged brown hair glistened
with sweat. A tanned, tattooed hand held the Count doll close to his chest.
Horrified blue eyes flew wide, seeing what the younger man was holding
in his hand. Swiftly, he pried the scissors from Albert's grasp and threw
it away.
"What do you think you're doing,
Albert?" Edmond demanded, the tears rolling down his face. "I thought you
wanted me to come back to you!" He showed the doll that Albert had given
him. "I felt all your wishes in this doll! Although it was against my will
and I wanted to move on, my spirit held on even if my life was nearly exhausted!"
"I�I thought I had failed you,
that I was too late when I finished the doll. I thought you were dead!"
Albert stammered. "To live without you is something that I could not do,
so I tried to�"
Edmond flung his arms around the
younger man. "Thank heavens I arrived just in time to stop you! Oh, Albert!
Don't do something that stupid ever again!"
Albert hugged him back, breathing
a relieved sigh. "No, I won't. Now that you're here." He pulled away to
gaze at his beloved. He was stunned to see that Edmond had changed into
a human being. "Edmond�how�how did this happen? Is it true�that legend�that
you're�"
"Yes," Edmond replied. "I had
been giving mankind the strength to fight and endure the ills that have
been plaguing them. Mortals, such as you, possess some small measure of
my power, but it is not enough to break free from the snare of desire and
despair. The men who have shared their bodies with me could not handle
the darkness in men's hearts. Some fell into a hideous state of living
decay; others were strong enough to allow me to metamorphose, so that I
could convert all the negative emotions into positive energy. Only Edmond
Dantes, with his gentle and honest heart and his pure soul, had been strong
enough. Still, we both saw what this darkness could do to the innocent
when we allowed the desire for vengeance to consume us. We saw the great
pain we had inflicted upon your heart. When Edmond was suffering his first
death, he made a wish, a wish that was akin to the one I had made many
millennia ago. His wish became our wish � that we wanted to spend our life
with the one whom we love, even if we were to give up immortality for the
limited life span of a human. That person is you, Albert."
Those words made Albert speechless.
There was nothing he could think of saying. Never had he known the depth
of the older man's feelings towards him.
"It was difficult," the former
nobleman continued, "but I healed Edmond by melding with him completely,
erasing all the memories of that tragic summer so that we could start afresh,
in the event that we would be reunited with you. Sure enough, we met again
in that Paris cemetery. But in the end, we were both so naïve that
we could just dismiss the past so easily."
"No, Edmond. It was I who could
not let go of the past. I fell into the same trap of hatred and revenge
that you yourself had fallen into years ago. Not only did I ignore my true
feelings for you, I also betrayed the love and the trust that you had given
me."
Edmond caressed Albert's cheek.
"You and I had been through so much. Even though we could not forget the
past, we could forgive each other's transgression, can we not?" A hopeful
smile. "Besides, it would be a crime to forget. Ugly as our past may be,
that is how we met, that is how we were both redeemed. And that is how
we fell in love."
Albert smiled as well. "That is
true. We could learn from the past and avoid making the same mistakes in
the future."
Even though he already knew the
answer, Edmond still dared to ask, "Now that you know who�or what�I am,
Albert, will you have me in your life?"
"How could I even thinking of
giving up someone as precious as you?" Albert took his lover in his arms
and gave him a kiss of pure love and longing. "But what name should I call
you � Edmond, Gankutsuou, or�"
"Edmond. Just Edmond," the former
Count mumbled in delight. "I will not be called by any other name but that.
But if you want me to change my last name�"
"Edmond Herrera�It has a nice
ring to it. But you will always be Edmond Dantes to me." Albert nipped
the older man's full lower lip. "Besides, I could think of better ways
to make you mine completely."
Edmond knew what his lover had
on his mind. Laughing, he said, "Oh, Albert! Even without doing that, you
know that I will be yours forever." A gasp escaped his lips as Albert reached
down between his legs.
"Let's do it right this time,"
Albert murmured as he led his beloved towards the alcove.

~~~~~~~~~~
The cramped space of the alcove
did not deter the two men from consummating their love for each other.
Albert was sitting up with his
legs splayed wide. Between his thighs, Edmond's head bobbed up and down
as he worked on his lover's length with his lips and throat. It was more
than Albert could take. With his sac and its bulbous contents suddenly
tightening, he gushed forth his juices down Edmond's throat.
As the older man eased back, Albert
spread his legs even wider, pointing to the waiting orifice within. "You
first, Edmond," he muttered in husky invitation.
Edmond was touched. He knew that
his young lover was inexperienced at this. Wanting to make this first coupling
as painless as possible, Edmond dove down once more and laved the opening
with his tongue. At the same time, he poked his little finger inside, feeling
Albert jerk for a moment. That tiny finger was replaced by an index finger
and then another finger, until the younger man was panting for more.
When his lover was sufficiently
prepared for him, Edmond rose and, taking his member in his hand, guided
the head inside. At first, Albert whimpered at the intrusion. But as Edmond
carefully sheathed himself by increments, pleasure like he had never felt
before surged through his entire being, recharging the rod between his
legs.
Edmond rode him like an expert
horseman putting a young stallion through its paces. Albert wanted to prolong
the pleasure, squeezing his legs close to keep his lover's member as deep
within him as possible. When Edmond came, he could feel warm fluid filling
him in spurts. He was about to climax as well, but a firm hand gripped
his rod at the base.
"Edmond�" Albert mumbled, his
voice rough with impeded desire.
"It's all right," Edmond whispered
reassuringly, positioning himself above that aching erection. "I want to
feel you inside me."
Albert heard his lover's sweet
gasp as he impaled himself upon that rod of silken steel.
"Oh, Edmond!" Albert moaned as
he pulled the older man close so he could savor the hard nubs on his chest.
The tingling of his hardened nipples
and the fullness inside him were enough encouragement. Up and down Albert's
length, he moved, at first slowly, then speeding up to a breakneck pace.
Even as blood began to trickle down his thighs, Edmond maintained that
swift rhythm. He needed the pain, he needed the pleasure. He needed to
be branded as Albert's and Albert's alone.
Albert came to a shuddering climax
deep within his lover, while Edmond's seed spilled onto their sweat-soaked
skins. Weary but sated, Edmond sagged into the younger man's arms.
"It's over now, isn't it, Albert?"
asked Edmond. "Please tell me that we're still not trapped in the nightmare
of the past."
Albert ran his fingers through
Edmond's moist locks as he drew him into a comforting embrace. "We're free,
Edmond. Free to love and to cherish each other for as long as we both shall
live."
Edmond's tears of happiness were
like sparkling diamonds on his cheek. "I'm glad, Albert. I'm so glad."

~~~~~~~~~~
The sun had just risen when Lucien,
together with Beauchamp and Benedetto, stepped through the broken door
of Albert's house, having rushed over from the chapel.
"Damn it! What happened here?"
Beauchamp asked fearfully. "Could it have been the same person who had
destroyed the Count's body? And where's Albert?"
Benedetto pulled out his revolver.
"Whoever that bastard is, I won't forgive him for what he had done!"
As the journalist and the ex-pirate
searched at the back and attic respectively, Lucien, with his trained eye,
looked for any clues, until he heard a soft moan coming from the alcove.
Frowning, he went towards it and opened the doors.
"Hey, you two!" he called out,
his voice a raspy exhalation. "Come here!"
As Beauchamp and Benedetto approached
the Chief Secretary to see what he had found, warm smiles and red blushes
formed on their faces.
Sleeping blissfully in the alcove
were Albert and Edmond. The younger man was holding his lover close to
him, the crown of Edmond's head tucked under his chin. Pressed between
their naked bodies were their two dolls. It did not surprise the three
men to see that the dolls were also in the same position as their owners.
Lucien was about to wake them
up, but he was stopped by Benedetto's hand on his shoulder.
"Don't," Benedetto whispered with
a shake of his head. "Let them sleep." He smiled warmly at the two lovers
as he quietly closed the doors of the alcove.

~~~~~~~~~~
"I don't get it."
Dream raised an inquiring eyebrow
at his elder sister who had a look of utter perplexity on her face. "What
is it that you don't get, dear sister?"
"You know!" Death growled, realizing
that her sibling was teasing her. "Who IS Edmond Dantes anyway?"
"Don't you know? Don't you recognize
him?"
"Huh? I wouldn't be asking if
I knew. Oh, for heaven's sake, please tell me!"
Dream gazed at the small cottage
where two lovers slumbered in blissful peace. "I'm not surprised that you
don't remember him. Even I didn't recognize him at first. It must have
been the doing of whoever it was who took him away from us. Perhaps it
was his own doing, to make us forget all our memories of him. Of
us all, he was the one who was truly unique, not only because of his great
love for humans and his willingness to sacrifice all for their happiness.
He was the only one who had power over us. He can change the course of
Destiny, delay the coming of Death, purify the dark taint of Desire, and
give elation to one in the deepest Despair, a joy so pure and profound
in comparison to the shallowness of Delight or Delirium. And, yes, he gives
strength to guarantee the fulfillment of Dreams."
The Lord of the Dreaming gave
his sister a rare smile as he saw realization dawn upon her face. "He is
our brother, my dear sister. My twin. The One who had chosen a name for
himself that does not begin with the letter 'D'. He is Brother Hope."

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