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DISCLAIMER: This story is a non-commercial
work of fiction based on the anime/manga Gankutsuou. Original copyright
of Gankutsuou belongs to Mahiro Maeda, Gonzo/Media Factory, GDH.
Absolutely no monetary gain has been made with this work.
GANKUTSUOU REBORN

© September 30, 2005 By
Rory V. Pascual

CHAPTER ELEVEN: Do You Love Me?
"DAMN IT!"
Albert shook with rage, his fist
having created a hole through the plaster of the wall. The doctor had long
gone, but what the man had told him remained etched inside his mind.
"He was raped, Your Excellency, and
the men who had done this to him had been most brutal," the doctor had
revealed to him with much reluctance. "I am amazed that he managed to survive
what was done to him. Any damage, both external and internal, is quickly
healing. However, he still has to recover from the blood loss. I cannot
speak for his mind though. It is rare for one to escape from such a devastating
trauma unscathed. Outwardly, he seems quite calm and composed, but inside�
Your Excellency, this is going to be difficult, but he would need you to
get through this. He obviously cares a great deal about you. I hope you
feel the same way about him, so that you could help him heal."
"But what am I going to do?" Albert
cried, confused and frustrated. "What? How could I help Etienne when I
couldn't�"
"You've helped me a lot more than
you think, Albert."
Whirling, he beheld Eugenie standing
behind him.
"After Andrea�" the pianist's voice
faltered at that painful memory. "I thought I wouldn't survive. What frightened
me the most was that I would be wedded to that monster. But you came. Just
by your mere presence, you made me feel that I would be saved. Even with
Andrea beside me, I lost all fear."
"But Eugenie�I wasn't there to stop
him when he�"
"I don't blame you for that. How
could you have known what Andrea was going to do to me? It was all coincidence.
Besides, I know, that if you had been there at that moment, you would've
protected me."
Eugenie clasped Albert's hand. "I
deeply regret that things did not work out for us. Even if we had gotten
married, I doubt if our union would've been a happy one. We're good friends,
yes, but we were never in love with each other. You were in love with someone
else."
Albert's cheeks colored at that last.
The pianist looked at her former
fiancé seriously. "That young man up there is deeply in love with
you. However, with the terrible things that had been done to him, he is
very afraid that he might lose you. If you love him, Albert, go to him
right now. You don't have to say anything. Just be there. He would know,
just as I had."
Albert could only gape back at Eugenie,
any words he wanted to say having deserted him.

~~~~~~~~~~
Haydee sat in a chair at Etienne's
bedside, with Baptistin and Bertuccio standing behind her. She offered
a spoonful of soup to the singer, but Etienne slowly shook his head. His
long, dark hair hid his face from their view.
"Oh, Etienne, please! You must eat
something!" the princess exclaimed, truly concerned.
"The Princess is right," Baptistin
agreed wholeheartedly. "You need to eat if you're to heal faster. Perhaps
it is just nerves. I could get you a shot of brandy if you like."
Again, the singer shook his head.
They were dismayed to see the tear that dripped down his chin.
Bertuccio took the robe hanging at
the back of a chair and draped it over Etienne's shoulders. "You have nothing
more to fear, Etienne. You're among friends."
"Am I�among friends, that is? Would
I still be welcome among you?" The Nightingale's hands on his lap closed
into shaking fists. "I'm�sorry," he mumbled hoarsely.
Haydee laid her hand over one fist.
"Why should you say that? You're our friend, Etienne. And why are you apologizing
to us for? You've done nothing wrong."
"Don't say that! You don't know
anything!"
All were taken aback by that bitter
cry.
"Etienne, calm down! Please!" Haydee
begged the distraught singer. "Why don't you tell us what's troubling you?"
At that query, Etienne faced them
at last. The princess drew her hand back in an instant as though she had
been burned. Both Bertuccio and Baptistin gasped in shock. Gazing at them
through the loops and curls of those pink marks on his brow were the glowing
eyes of Gankutsuou.
"Oh my God!" Baptistin blurted
out, unsure whether to flee the bedchamber or not. He was already close
to picking up Haydee and running out with her.
What stopped him was the sight of
Bertuccio dropping down to one knee to pay obeisance to his master. "My
Lord!"
Haydee herself burst into tears of
joy. "Even if it were impossible, I always prayed that you would come back.
Oh, Count!" She threw herself into Gankutsuou's embrace.
"Please! Everyone!" Gankutsuou gestured
to them to calm down, while he tenderly patted Haydee's head. "Etienne
slumbers inside me. If he senses my distress, he is sure to wake up. I�I
only wanted to speak with you again."
"But how?" Baptistin stammered, unable
to find the right words to phrase his questions correctly. "We saw you
die!"
"I am immortal, in case you've forgotten,
Baptistin."
"But�this form you are wearing�doesn't
this belong to Edmond Dantes?"
The entity shook his head. "Yes�and
no. While I possess his features, I am not he. It is a very complicated
thing for me to explain."
Haydee was seized by sudden fear
as she looked up into that youthful face. "Why did you come back? Don't
tell us that you still seek revenge. If you are, I will do everything in
my power to stop you this time. People are still hurting over what you've
done. Surely you yourself feel the pain you've caused those you once loved
and cared for."
"You speak to me as though I were
still Edmond Dantes. Yes, perhaps he has become a permanent part of me.
But I did not return to exact revenge." Breathing in deeply, Gankutsuou
confessed, "The reason why I came back is because Edmond had a wish before
he died, a wish that he and I shared. I returned to see that wish fulfilled,
but I never thought that things would turn out this way!"
Bertuccio stood up and went around
the bed, sitting on the other side. "Gankutsuou, you know that things rarely
work out the way we want them to. The events of that summer seven years
ago taught us that."
"But not like this! Our wish was
simple � to live again, to live a peaceful, happy life, and to�" The entity
stopped himself before he could reveal more. "Instead, what we got was�hardship,
violence and rape. I know that I have committed so many sins, but this�punishment�is
too much to bear. If God wanted to punish me, he should've just taken my
soul and sent me straight me to Hell. He never should've involved an innocent
like Etienne!"
It dawned on Bertuccio what Gankutsuou
was struggling to say. "It was you whom Benedetto and his men had raped.
Rather than let Etienne suffer through it, you drove his consciousness
into deep sleep and took the full brunt of the abuse."
As the entity nodded, Haydee gave
him a soothing embrace. "My beloved Count! It tears my heart to know that
you had suffered my mother's fate! I feared you, true, but my heart was
telling me that you're not evil. I curse the gods for causing you unending
suffering!"
Gankutsuou's face was wet with his
tears as he gazed at his trusted confidantes. "What am I going to do? I
am nothing but damaged goods! How could Albert love us, after what was
done�"
Despite the entity's anguish, Baptistin
found himself smiling. "How could Albert love us?" Gankutsuou had said.
Not Etienne. Us.
"I think you underestimate Albert,
Gankutsuou," he commented, catching the entity's attention. "Before Albert
had known of your existence inside Edmond Dantes, he had fallen in love
with the both of you as the Count of Monte Cristo. Your hearts beat as
one for him. If you didn't, you would never have come to his aid many times.
Have you forgotten that night when Monsieur Villefort had tried to kill
you? You and Edmond acted as one to save Albert. You cannot deny it. Those
marks appeared on your forehead."
"But that was different, Baptistin,"
Gankutsuou argued. "I was a�whole�man then. They've�broken me."
"Then, Albert shall help you pick
up the pieces until you are complete once more." Haydee brushed away Gankutsuou's
tears with her hands. "Have no doubt. Albert loves you."
The entity was about to say more
when there was a tentative knock on the door. Then, Albert called from
outside, "May I come in?"
"Hold on a second, Albert!" Baptistin
answered back in haste, seeing the panic in Gankutsuou's eyes.
To add to the entity's trepidation,
he could feel Etienne begin to stir.
With odd-colored eyes begging in
earnest, Gankutsuou cried, "Please don't tell Albert about me!"
Bertuccio smiled at him reassuringly.
"We told you before we shall follow you forever. This is not a difficult
request you ask. However, Albert will notice sooner or later. You should
consider what you're going to say to him when that time comes."
Gankutsuou beamed at his three most
trusted friends. "Thank you so much. You have no idea how much I've missed
speaking to all of you like this."
"We'll have a lot of time to talk
like this," Haydee promised him. "Just call if you need us."
:Gankutsuou�: Etienne's sleepy
mind voice asked. :Is something wrong?:
:No, Etienne. I was just talking
to Princess Haydee, Bertuccio and Baptistin. Albert's outside.:
:Albert? No, Gankutsuou! We can't!:
But it was too late. Baptistin had
already opened the door, letting Albert inside.
Turning back to the singer one last
time, Haydee thought she could see the two presences within those mismatched
eyes looking back at her with fear and hesitation. Bowing graciously, she
said, "We shall leave you two alone now."
When the door finally closed, a heavy
silence seemed to have fallen upon them. Feeling suddenly uncomfortable,
Etienne pulled the robe close over his upper body. That movement caused
Albert to notice the tattoos on the back of his hands for the first time.
Albert's heart thudded rapidly in
his breast. "Etienne�those tattoos�I never noticed them before."
The singer was taken off-guard by
that query. "These?" he asked, looking at his hands. "I've always had them.
They run up my arms down to my back. Hideous, aren't they? That's why I
always wear long-sleeved shirts and gloves."
Albert went towards the Nightingale.
As he sat down, he took Etienne's hands in his grasp before they could
be pulled away, and kissed the circle design in the middle. "Actually,
I think they look quite exotic."
"Stop it, Albert!" Etienne cried,
jerking his hands back. "You don't have to pretend!"
" 'Pretend'?" A frown creased Albert's
brow at that one word.
Neither Etienne nor Gankutsuou had
the courage to look into the other man's face. "Let us not kid ourselves
any longer. Things have changed between us. You are a Parisian ambassador
while I am a whore, and a damaged one at that. It won't do your reputation
well to associate with someone like me."
"What're you saying?"
"Let's end this, Albert. What could've
been between us�it was all just a dream." Etienne's eyes clouded with tears
as he wistfully smiled. "It was a real nice dream. I'm sorry that it's
all over."
The singer gasped as a heavy palm
struck his cheek. Etienne cupped his aching face and looked at the other
man. Albert was shaking all over, struggling to rein in his anger.
"Is that how little you think of
me?" Albert asked in disbelief. "Do you have any idea how worried I was
for you? Can't you imagine the guilt that's tearing my heart to shreds
that I had not been able to stop Benedetto from violating you? It wasn't
a dream, Etienne! It was a nightmare!"
"That's exactly what I mean! Albert,
we cannot be together! I do not want to cause you any more pain!"
"I'm the one who's going to decide
what's good for me or not! Not you!" Albert's hands tightened around Etienne's
shoulders. "I told you this before. I am not letting you leave me!" Fearing
that he might hurt the Nightingale again in this distraught state, he let
him go. Smiling sadly, Albert suggested, "Get some sleep, Etienne. It's
been very rough for you. We'll talk about this tomorrow."
:Albert�: That name was like
a growing ember inside the fragile heart that Etienne and Gankutsuou shared.
As Albert was about to walk away, they both acted as one, grabbing his
hand.
"Do you�do you love me, Albert?"
the singer and entity dared to ask, their voice trembling.
Tears filled Albert's sky blue eyes
as he granted his precious Nightingale a look of pure longing. "Isn't it
obvious, Etienne?"
"Then, show me!" Etienne pulled Albert's
hand inside his shirt, letting him feel his bare skin. Beneath, his heart
pounded like a jackhammer. "Make me yours, Albert! Possess me utterly!"
"Etienne, I can't! You're not completely
healed yet!"
Albert blushed a deep scarlet when
the singer lowered his trembling fingertips to the region between his legs.
"Show me, Albert. Please!" Etienne's
mismatched eyes glowed with love and desire. "Show me that it doesn't have
to hurt!"

~~~~~~~~~~~
"You are so warm," Etienne purred
as he pulled Albert back into his embrace when his lover eased away for
a moment to catch his breath after the deep kiss they had shared.
It was not that he was hot, mused
Albert, although admittedly he was steaming with desire for the sensual
creature in his arms. The fact was that Etienne was so cold, almost like
a corpse. It was just as cold as the Count's hand that very first time
they had shook hands. That, and the elaborate tattoos on his body. The
only thing that convinced Albert that this young man could not be the Count
were the circlets of thorns that were painted around his neck, wrists and
ankles. The Count never had such adornments.
"Don't worry," Albert nipped at Etienne's
throat, creating a wine red kiss mark. "I'll warm you up pretty quickly."
Like a man thirsty for water, he
licked, lapped and nibbled his way down the singer's body, being careful
to avoid his wounds. To his delight and surprise, with every touch of his
lips, that blue skin seemed to tinge for a brief moment with a rich brown
color. At first, he thought it was a trick of the flickering lamplight
outside their bedroom window. But with every kiss, every nip, indeed, the
blue turned into normal skin tone. His bright eyes twinkling with mischief
and lasciviousness as they focused upon the blue-colored disc on the Nightingale's
breast, he tried a little experiment.
Etienne whimpered, his body quivering,
as Albert nipped on that tiny nub with his teeth, while he tweaked the
other to tautness with his fingertips. Not satisfied with this play, he
drew the nipple between his lips, suckling upon it deeply and hard. Already,
with his wet tongue, he could feel the nub hardening into a point. As he
drew away for a moment to lay his chin on the singer's sternum, he was
amazed to see that sweet teat had turned into a rosy hue.
"What are you looking at?" Etienne
murmured huskily as he peered down at his lover.
"Oh, it's nothing," Albert chuckled.
"Next to my mother when I was a wee babe, you're the only one I want to
do this to."
Saying this, he devoured the singer's
other nipple, making Etienne arch his upper body up into that ravenous
mouth.
"You are truly a pervert, Monsieur
Herrera," the Nightingale gasped out, his breasts tingling with pleasure
at that tender torture.
"You're the only one who calls me
that, Monsieur Delacroix."
Giggling, Etienne pushed Albert off
him. "Move over, you lecher, or else I'll end up spurting milk."
"That wouldn't be a bad idea."
Before Albert could even continue
his little game, the singer turned him over until he was now on top. "So,
as Monsieur Sigmund Freud would say, you are still in your oral stage.
Let me show you just how you can make that devilish mouth of yours work."
Etienne's hair was like a flying
cloak as he swooped down to capture Albert's erect member between his lips.
Albert drew in a deep, shuddering breath as the singer swallowed his length
to the root. It took tremendous effort on his part not to thrust hard into
that talented mouth, but it was difficult. Etienne was determined to elicit
surrender from him, with every constriction of his throat and every languid
lick of his tongue.
It was Albert's turn to say "Move
over," as he twisted his body around so that he was now looking up at the
singer's erection. Etienne let out a luscious groan as his lover seized
his member inside his mouth. Eagerness to taste the singer's juices made
Albert quicken the suction until, whimpering softly, Etienne filled his
throat with sweet nectar. Albert was close to coming as well, but a firm
hand squeezed his length and bloated sacs at the base, stopping the release
that he so craved.
"Are you torturing me, Etienne?"
Albert growled, the sweat trickling down the length of his body.
In answer, Etienne lay back on the
bed, with legs spread wide. With a caress of the distended veins of that
burgeoning erection, he whispered, "I want to feel you come inside me."
Remembering the Nightingale's injuries
made Albert hesitate. "I don't think I should do this. I don't want to
hurt you."
"Just do it, Albert. Please!" Etienne
drew Albert's length to his opening. "I need you."
Steeling himself for the task at
hand, because it was a tremendous task to control his desire to
plunder his lover's sweet, willing body, Albert pushed into that puckered
office, feeling it tighten around his head. One minute thrust after another,
he eased inside gradually, waiting with tortured patience for that channel
to accommodate him.
"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Etienne
gripped Albert's behind and, with one swift motion, pulled his lover inside
his body. The move proved to be too hard and painful that Etienne hissed,
his eyes tearing up. Albert blanched, feeling blood wetting both their
thighs.
"Etienne!" Albert was about to draw
back, but the singer held him in place.
Laughing, Etienne said, "Sorry if
I frightened you. I was just too impatient for you."
Albert leaned down and kissed his
lover on the lips, tasting each other's essence. "No more waiting, my love."
Then, Albert began to move, thrusting
in and out of that tight channel until he could feel it acquiesce to his
demands. After that, it was a smooth, gliding friction, as they moved their
bodies � Albert to sheathe himself as much as he could inside the singer's
heat while Etienne wanted to be filled completely. All pain disappeared,
and their pace quickened into a driving, desperate rhythm that demanded
a devastating conclusion. It was Etienne who came first with a luscious
scream, their touching bellies becoming coated with his slick fluids. That
cry sent Albert into a mind-blowing climax, and he spurted again and again
into Etienne's depths until he was completely drained. With a shaky breath,
Albert fell into the Nightingale's embrace.
For a long moment, they just lay
arm in arm, relishing the warmth that exuded from each other's bodies.
"Are you all right, Etienne? I didn't
hurt you, did I?"
"No, you didn't. It was a good hurt."
The Nightingale gazed up into his
beloved's bright blue eyes. "I love you, Albert," Etienne whispered, as
he pressed his growing erection against his lover's hip.
Albert felt himself harden instantly
at that tempting gesture. "Etienne, you are insatiable, you know that?"

~~~~~~~~~~
Morning saw the two lovers still
in bed. Etienne had laid his head on the hollow below Albert's ribcage,
his luxurious ebony mane the only blanket covering their naked bodies.
"Etienne?" Albert murmured his lover's
name, curling his fingers into those silken tresses. "May I ask you something?"
"Hmmm?"
"Ambassador DeQuervain back in Paris
has given me a three month vacation, a reward of sorts for assisting in
the apprehension of the members of the white slavery ring. I would like
you to come with me."
:Paris?:
Etienne felt the fear emanating from
Gankutsuou inside him. Why would the entity be so afraid of Paris?
Probably sensing his fear, Gankutsuou
said, :Don't mind me, Etienne. If you want to go to Paris, it's all
right.:
:I don't want to do anything that
you wouldn't like, Gankutsuou,: Etienne replied. :You know that.:
:But you want to be with Albert,
right?:
:Yes, I do. But I won't go if
you don't want to.:
:Actually�I do.: Gankutsuou
admitted with great reluctance. :Like you, I want to be with Albert
as well.:
Etienne found himself becoming jealous.
He could tell that the entity was also in love with Albert. True, they
shared one body, but they were still separate beings.
:But we also share one heart,
Etienne,: Gankutsuou noticed the singer's distress. :Could we not
love him together?:
The Nightingale smiled at that query.
:You're
right, Gankutsuou. Why could we not love him as one?:
"Etienne?"
Both the singer and the entity gazed
up to see the stricken expression on Albert's face. Their poor lover had
already surmised, by their silence, that his invitation was going to be
rejected.
As one heart and one soul, Etienne
and Gankutsuou gave Albert a passionate embrace. "I will not be parted
from you ever again. Yes, Albert. I will go with you to Paris."

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