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CHRISTIAN AND THERON CHAPTER 14

2009-06-06T12:37:00.000-07:00

Morgan tried to prepare himself for what he knew was coming. He wasn’t going to allow Stephan and his henchmen to come in and touch these children. And by god, he wasn’t going to be taken either. Not this time. Not again. The time had come to stand up to Stephan. He knew it meant that one of them would no doubt die. He understood that. He had lived long enough. Had seen plenty and experienced several lifetimes of joys and heartaches. It was time to make a stand. To be a man. To protect his family.
He looked over at the three boys sitting on floor. Christian, Theron, and Adonai. Three beautiful young men. And each getting more powerful by the hour. He and Teelda could feel the energy radiating off of them. The circle around them pulsated. Morgan could ‘see’ different colors shimmer within their circle. They didn’t speak unless they spoke to someone outside the circle. Which wasn’t often. They communicated telepathically with each other. The delicate Christian didn’t appear so delicate anymore. There was an inner strength that radiated now. Teelda was the first to mention that. And Theron had lost his Cockiness. That was still a surprise to Morgan. Maybe it was because he was talking he thought. That brought a smile to him self. Teelda read his thoughts and chuckled.
“I’ve thought the same thing. I don’t know though. He seems different. I love him, and I don’t want to loose him, not even the essence that makes him what he is.” Morgan understood what she meant. He patted her on the back. He was more of her child than he was his.

The trinity shifted. A dome of color shot up and over them. A loud hum imitated for a second. The room buzzed. Outside the circle everyone threw their hands over their ears. The hum only lasted a few seconds then dissipated. But the dome remained.
“Interesting. Were we bothering them?” Morgan asked raising an eyebrow, smirking slighting looking sideways at Teelda. .
“That or they don’t want us to hear what their up to.” She looked sideways back at Morgan. He continued to look at her. That’s an interesting thought.” They both turned to watch the boys and their large shimmer bubble of fluorescent light. Their aura’s mixed and mingled with it. The colors were streaks of lighting, shooting from them to the top of the bubble, and then back down to them bouncing off each other. Theron’ would shoot up hit the top, bounce off and come down and Christian would absorb it. This continued for some time. Then it all stopped as suddenly as it had begun. The trinity didn’t seem any worse for wear.
“Fucking amazing.” Morgan mumbled. Sitting on his cot. He closed his eyes and let their energy wash over him.
Morgan couldn’t help but remember some of the good times with Stephan, but the bad times kept nudging the good ones out. His anger kept rising. He could feel his jaws tightening. He kept opening his mouth wide and moving his jaws back and forth.
“I could say something nasty.” Theron said. Morgan opened his eyes and stared at the boy standing in front of him. This was the first time he had ever spoken to him.
“Yeah, well, I bet you could.”
“I guess we should talk.” He sat down next to him on the cot. Morgan took a deep breath.

Chalon paced the floor. He watched the swirling waves across the room. Anoka was busy building her blood potion. The blood lines of three different lineages had to be found. She had Stephan surfing the time lines finding the last of the three. As she prepared. Morgan wouldn’t walk away with her prize. She would have him back. And when she took him back, she would have all three. She rattled the bones in her pouch. She felt the blackness. She could taste the power that was once so close. She had had them. All three of them. If Stephan hadn’t been late, she would have completed the potion and had turned the trinity. But now their power would have to be nearly destroyed then brought back under her control. She had done it before. And she could do it again.

She looked into the waves. The blackness swirled. She read what it said. Soon she would understand the meaning of the ancient text. What they were. What each of the them was. She knew from keeping Adonai in the golden cage that he was the key. Christian was FEY and the other, what was the whore? What was Theron? What was his part? He was the mystery to her? He was always within her grasp, why hadn’t she every really seen him before? How had he been so cloaked from her? From all of them? He had been under their noises his entire life, out in the open. And they never sensed him. Amazing. Teelda didn’t have that kind of power. And the boy certainly didn’t project that power not even in the deepest recesses of his mind. There was natural talent, but nothing extraordinary. She felt a time shift and Stephan step out of bubble. He held out leather bag with three vials. She took them gleefully. Three vials of blood. He watched as began her ritual then lost interest. He didn’t care what she was doing. He just wanted to get it over with. He was itching for the fight. And not only the fight to get the trinity back, but to re-establish his hold over Morgan. He wanted him back. And he wanted him on his knees, and in his bed. And he would have both, and soon.
With the first drop of blood, the power in the room shifted all around Stephan. Chalon moved to stand next to Anoka. She took his hand. They began to conjure together. Stephan sat down across the room and watched. Already bored. He could care less the mechanics of their sorcery as long it produced the outcome that he needed it too. He would allow them to believe they were getting the boys…
The next vial opened and dropped in, the stink exploded all around him. The swirls howled in agony. Lovely! What would happen when the third vial was added? It wasn’t long till he found out.
The ground trembled. Day turned to night. Anoka screamed out the words. Chalon added his own blood to the mix as Anoka added her’s. He was motioned over. His blood finished the potion. The bubble began to form. One unlike any he had ever seen. He was impressed. Disgusted, but impressed.

Morgan gasped. Everyone in the room felt the creation. It sent ripples through time. Theron took Morgan’ hand.
“ARE YOU ALRIGHT? WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?” he trembled.
Morgan tried to catch his breath. “Evil. Something very evil. And it’s coming. GO! GO TO THE OTHERS!” He could feel his own panic beginning to spiral out of control for a moment. He felt a hand and thought it was Theron and was about to yell again, he looked up to see Adonai. He smiled, knelt down in front of Morgan. “Father. Do not be afraid. They are coming.” He then touched Morgan’ forehead. He was filled with peace. Teelda moved through the room towards them. She too was touched. Adonai then took Theron’ hand and led him back to Christian. They stood together, raising the aura around themselves. Morgan was at peace, but the inner turmoil was still present deep down. There was no way Adonai would have been able to erase that. That was the remnants of several lifetimes with Stephan. Love mingled with Pain. They always leave a mark on the soul. And Morgan’ scars were wide and deep on his. He knew they were coming. He could feel the shifting. He also could taste the bile rising in his throat. There was no mistaking the witch’s hands in this. Blood magic was all over this, the stink of death grew stronger.
Teelda stood next to Morgan. Their hands brushed against each other, electricity moved between them. She looked down at their hands then up at him.
“Did you do that?” She asked him. He looked down at her. “No. I thought you had.” Teelda’ friend, the other elder came and took his place standing to her right. She was now flanked by the two men whom if she really were honest with herself, and there wasn’t any reason not to be now, she trusted with her life. She took each hand and the electricity flowed between them, now a full circuit. She looked at Morgan and they looked together across at the boys. Adonai was smiling back at them. They understood this was his doing. He had done something more than given them piece when he had touched them. They all heard him speak within their minds when he told them.
“When they appear, do not let go. They will try and break through you. To separate you. Morgan. Stephan will try and take you back through the time shift. If he gets you through, we will not be able to get you back in time before he closes the shift around you. He will be able to use your own energy as his own. He will take your power as his own and he will leave the witch and wizard to distract us while he takes and hides you in the time line, helpless. Then he will come to take Theron. He knows he is your son. And that by keeping Theron, it will hold you as his prisoner. The Wizard believes that Theron is his. And the witch will do anything for Me, but has been promised all three. She will not be easily destroyed once she discovers that she has been deceived. You must not be taken from here. As it stands, there are three, against three, against three. But the levels are different. Trinity. Immortals. Blood Magic. Anything. Any one move can topple the balance.
The room suddenly was ablaze was color and wind. The swirling and chaos of the bubble that formed was impressive even for Morgan. His grip tightened on Teelda. He knew who and what she was, but it was still hard for him to see her as anything but an old frail woman who needed to be looked after and be protected. She in turn gripped her oldest friend from the village. The man who has sworn his allegiance some fifty years ago. She would miss him. She knew in her heart, that this day, he would die. But his death would be victorious. She would make sure of that. He raised his head and his blade. He would die to protect her and the Trinity. He had killed before to keep Theron safe. And today, he would do it again. His pride shone. Teelda teared up just for knowing him.
She pulled it together when the roaring grew loud and she could smell the stink and stench of Anoka. She would have that Bitch’s head on a pike.

The Boy’s stood stone still. Three hearts beating in unison. Calm. Patient. Staring straight ahead. Adonai stood in the center, to his left Christian, to his right, Theron. The TRINITY. The power they emitted was enormous but harnessed and just barely hummed.
Morgan flinched and turned his face away as the first sparks shot out of the swirling chaos. He swallowed hard and held tighter to Teelda. He looked across at the boys. They didn’t move. They didn’t even blink. But he heard Theron say.
“I’m sorry. I should have been a better son.” Morgan thought back. “You’re not the only one who is sorry kid. We’ll talk about this after we send these stinking ass’s back to hell” He smiled at Theron. But he never looked away from the swirling mass. And good thing, just then, Anoka walked through flanked by Chalon and Stephan.
Morgan caught his breath. And literally hell broke loose. Anoka had her hands up, power shot from her. Anyone who was in her way fell dead. Soldiers were falling dead before they could get a shot off. Chalon followed with incantations. If any fire power was getting off he was reflecting it easily. Anoka turned towards Teelda and Morgan. She waved her hand and sent a wave of power. It hit them, but they held strong. The witch was annoyed. Again she waved, with more exaggeration. And again it bounced off of the them. She screamed in frustration. Morgan could feel the shield weakening though. It wasn’t going to hold for ever not with non stop assaults. He looked at Stephan. He stood watching them with a smirk on his face.
“How long do you think you can keep up this parlor trick Morgan?” He taunted. Morgan didn’t respond. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Chalon turned towards the trinity. He knew better then to approach them alone. He threw a few small spells at them. They bounced off easily. He began to move around them. He suddenly lifted, and flew across the room into the far wall. The crunching noise as he hit the far wall was impressive. Since not one of the boys had even blinked. Stephan actually laughed and clapped his hands.
“Wonderful. That was very good. This is going to be fun!” Chalon stood on wobbly feet. He was furious. But a lot more cautious. Anoka turned on the boys. She stalked back and forth. She slashed her own hand. The blood dripped. She pulled vial from under cloak and threw it to the floor. The black smoke rose quickly and the scream was deafening. The commotion was just enough for Stephan to make a move for Morgan. He lunged to break through their link. The Elder saw and raised his blade. He and Stephan wrestled as the line crumbled. Morgan and Teelda were thrown back; Morgan regained his footing as Stephan killed the faithful guard. Teelda’s scream cut to the bone. Morgan knew she was going for Stephan and he knew he couldn’t let him destroy her, if he could destroy her and he wasn’t sure, either way. Morgan wasn’t thinking of his own fate at that moment, or what was at stake. He just knew that he had to stop Stephan. Chalon and Anoka both were closing in on the trinity and he was going for Stephan. He had faith in the boys. They could take the witch’s and he stop Stephan. One way or another.
Morgan was within an arms length of having Stephan when he saw the blade come down on Teelda. She went down as Morgan jumped over her and tackled his former master. They rolled and fought like crazed men. Each fighting for something different, but just as important to themselves.
Adonai watched the smoke grow and change. He knew what it was. He understood what she had created. She was recreating his nightmares. Chalon looked at both the Christian and Theron and Adonai felt the fear run through both their minds. They too were reliving their moments of torture in the prison in the cabin. But as the Chalon became cocky thinking he had them in fear, something remarkable happened. All three boys, laughed. And the hum…grew louder and the power shifted up. Chalon stepped back in his own fear.
Morgan and Stephan fought like animals.
“You’re mine. You belong to ME. You’ve always belonged to ME!” Stephan screamed into Morgan’s ear as they fought on the ground each trying to keep the upper hand and grip.
“NO! NEVER AGAIN!” Morgan screamed back. He punched and fought harder. Trying to keep away from the swirling bubble that Stephan was trying to move him towards.
“Give in. You know I am what you want. I can give you what you’ve always wanted. What no other man. Or woman has ever been able to give you! LET ME GIVE YOU YOU’RE FREEDOM, MORGAN!”
“I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE ANY MORE!” And they continued to fight for dominance. Each not giving in, but Morgan had more than one thing that he wasn’t giving in to. He was fighting against many lifetimes of desires and lust. But he couldn’t give in, not this time. Not ever again, not to Stephan.
Anoka sensed the shift up and knew the creature was of no use and waved it away. It dissipated in seconds. Adonai smiled the first smile she had ever seen. She was curious. She looked into his eyes. She dare not get close to them though. With all her black and dark magic, she still couldn’t tell where the line to their shield was. She couldn’t even sense what it was or begin to guess what it might do to her if she breached it. Chalon only came close and it sent him across the room.
“So, you do have intelligence. I always guessed you did. You kept it hidden well.” Teelda listened as she lay dazed on the floor. She was building her own strength and calling her own forces to her. Gently so the witch’s didn’t catch on. So, he blocked them. Interesting, and he let her and Morgan right in.
“So, tell me, what is the purpose of all of this today?” Anoka waved her hand around the three boys, smirking at Adonai. He calmly looked at her and said.
“To watch to you die. Both of you!” He then lifted his own hand and with a flick of fingers, she flew herself, into Chalon and they both crashed into the floor. “And we will enjoy watching it.” He said calmly.

Morgan was fading fast. Christian looked at Morgan suddenly. Adonai and Theron followed suit. They knew that he needed them. He was about to loose. His fate had suddenly shifted. Christian had just seen it. The fey in him had ‘seen’ his future just change. Adonai had to make a fast decision. Within three seconds the dynamics of the room changed. The Shield around the Trinity shifted, and dropped. Theron darted forward; he raced for and grabbed Teelda. Christian ran for Morgan. And Adonai raised his head and SCREAMED! The walls shook. The bubble trembled on its axis. The world seemed vibrate at a different pace for the few seconds.
As Theron threw himself over Teelda shielding her, he saw a bolts being shot from both Chalon and Anoka. They were flying in all directions. Now that the shield was down, they were trying to hurt anyone they could. The first shot hit Adonai. But it didn’t faze him at all. Anoka was stunned. She threw the next five at him, all reflective off, one came right back at her. One actually hitting her in the leg. Her screams only causing her to send more fire-balls. Chalon’ were more electric and they were aimed at Theron. They were hitting him, but without much damage. More like spitballs. Theron picked up Teelda and with his own body trying to keep her from the line of fire. He was trying to make his way back to Adonai.
Christian was within a few steps of Morgan. Being so close to the time bubble, he was having a hard concentrating on keeping the shield up. He was being pulled in to many different directions. As he started to grab Morgan away from Stephan he was hit by both energy’s from Chalon and Anoka. He fell to knees. But recovered quickly. But not fast enough that the Chalon didn’t see him go down. He now knew where the weakness was. Christian was the weak link in their armor, when he was near the bubble. Chalon moved to intersect him. Adonai knew where the wizard was heading and he had to stop him. Time for him to die. Anoka had other plans. She began shooting double the amount at Theron and Teelda causing Adonai to concentrate on them. Leaving Christian to defend himself in the open. Morgan fought to get to him, just feet away. But Stephan was hanging on. The knife lay just within hands reach, if Morgan could just reach it, this would be over once and for all.
“TIME TO CHOOSE GOLDEN BOY! WHO ARE YOU GOING TO LET DIE?” Anoka taunted as she continued to shoot at everyone. Holding them down. For the first time today, Adonai wasn’t sure what to do. Things weren’t clear. Without Christian, he couldn’t see the future. He looked across at the boy on the floor. He then looked down at Theron and Teelda. Theron looked up at him. Teelda touched his leg, and spoke first.
“You have to save THEM. You have to save Christian and Morgan. I WILL protect Theron. I always have! GO. Get them!” Her eyes told him, that what she said was the truth. And he believed her. He knelt and touched her face. “Thank you. Mother of mother.” He then shot across the room, dodging fireballs and with a flick of his hand sending the wizard sailing into the nearest wall, a momentary respite. As he made it to Christian, he lifted his head and looked into his eyes. He was seeing something Adonai wasn’t. Adonai saw Stephan get the knife and lift it. Adonai tried to wave it away but nothing happened.
“Not gonna work, kid.” Stephan mumbled, still struggling with Morgan. A wave of power came over all Adonai and he knew it was from the Time Bubble. He too was being effected the same as Christian.
“GET AWAY! GET BOTH YOUR ASS’S AWAY FROM THE BUBBLE. YOU’RE BEING WEAKENED. GET BACK!” Morgan yelled at Adonai. He then tried to lift Christian but was weakening quickly. He started to drag him across the floor, anything to get them away from the shifting bubble. Stephan was moving Morgan closer to it all the time, and now he had the knife. For the first time Adonai felt they might loose. And for the first time, Morgan thought, he’s rather die than watch these children become slaves to these evil…
A second loud rumbling burst through and large purple bubble appeared.
Everyone turned their heads and shielded their eyes. Sparks and debris flew in all directions. Then without warning Elena burst through. She hit the floor, her eyes wild. She swung around looking in all directions at once. She spotted Stephan across the room. Her hatred shown as she stared at him. He pointed at her. A look of both shock and awe on his face. Anoka raised her hand mumbling.
Everything in the room seemed to freeze as the newest member to the party entered in her own time bubble. Morgan lay trying to catch his breath. For the first time, noticing the blood running down his face. He looked up into Stephan’ face and he looked as bad as Morgan felt. He followed Stephan stare across the room. Elena? He lifted his bleeding head. And tried to get up. But Stephan wouldn’t let him, holding in down. He struggled to get to her before she was gone again. But couldn’t.
Elena? She couldn’t be here. How could she be here? Where had she come from? He followed her stare back to Stephan. He saw Anoka raised hand. He couldn’t make out what she was saying but knew enough to know she was throwing a spell.
He was terrified the witch was about to kill the only woman he had ever truly loved, if he were actually honest with himself for one second.

THE PLANTATION

2009-05-29T01:22:00.000-07:00

THE PLANTATION
The plantation stood, as it had for over two hundred years. The travel agent had given them the entire story about how it was haunted, and guests frequently reported seeing and hearing strange things. Christian didn’t know if he believed in that kind of thing, but they desperately needed a vacation. They needed some leisure time to get to know each other again. The past six months had been rough, and he knew that this would be the last shot at making things work with Alex.
The place was amazing. The grounds were extensive, with stables, fields, and trails that went on forever. The main hall was full of portraits of generations of owners and their families. They had both nearly laughed aloud as the tour guide had told the guests the stories behind some of the more notable and notorious past owners. And their room was awe inspiring with its king size four-poster bed, massive stone fireplace and private bathroom.

They were finally alone and Christian knew that Alex was now waiting for him in bed. He stood looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. They had been very lucky to get the master suite. The agent had said that it had just become available as they sat booking the trip. She had never had that happen before, it usually was booked solid for months, and now Christian was thankful for it.
How could he convince Alex that he wanted him to touch him, to make love to him, when he could not even convince himself of the same thing? He swallowed hard and shut off the bathroom light, he tentatively entered the bedroom. It was bathed in darkness, except for a flickering glow of the fire. The walls were filled with dancing shadows. The bed loomed large and inviting. Alex lay under the comforter on his side, with one arm under the pillows. He watched Christian walk across the room and noticed him hesitate slightly. He pulled back the covers as he came near. The chilled body slid in and pulled the down comforter up to his chest. He was still slightly damp from his shower and smelled of soap and Drakaar.
“Good?” Alex asked as he snuggled up next to his lover. Christian turned his head and kissed the other man. The night moved slowly, the heat from the fire was not the only thing heating the room. They made gentle and tender love. Afterwards Christian lay on his back, watching the face of his lover and he wished that it were different.

He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of settling night. He dozed until he felt Alex moving on top of him again. The firm touch moved up and down his body, a soft tongue licking its way upwards. He groaned and lay still allowing Alex to play.
Hands moved up the bed, suddenly grasping his own, Holding them down tightly next to either side of his head. His breath caught as his legs were forced apart. He started to open his eyes; suddenly the hands let his go and yanked the pillow out from under his head. The pillowcase was pulled off, and a blindfold found its way around his eyes and was tied to the side of his head. The hands grabbed his once again. His legs were pushed apart and he began to feel his own throbbing cock come to life. He was roughly flipped over onto his stomach. Two hands on two wrists became one for a moment, holding him helpless.
That was all it took for Alex to enter him. Christian whimpered. The sounds coming from behind him were not the usual omissions that Alex made. He tried to turn his head, but the act of movement sent a wave of pleasure mixed with pain throughout him. The body on top controlled his movements. Too much curiosity brought a sudden warning thrust and a bite to his shoulder. Christian moaned as he was ridden and brought to near climax over and over. The moans behind him and the hot breath on his neck were too much to bear and he came violently, pulsating and trembling until he could no longer move.
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All too soon, morning light streamed through the large window, Christian stretched and yawned. He heard Alex in the bathroom; he got up, padded across the room and pushed open the door. Alex was finishing up at the sink. Christian wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed his neck tenderly.
“That was awesome last night. I love you!” Christian exclaimed. Alex smiled and kissed the arm that hugged his chest.
“I’m glad you liked.” Alex responded as Christian moved towards the shower, naked and ready for some hot water. Alex noticed a red mark that was not there before.
“Stop a minute” he went over and looked closely at his back. “Where did you get this bruise? It looks almost like a bite mark. Here, on your left shoulder.” Christian smiled at him, and with a puzzled look answered.
“Uh, you gave it to me last night. And it hurt too.” He giggled as he tried to step into the shower.
“I didn’t bite you! And besides how could I have bitten you on the back when you on your back, Christian?”
Alex turned and stormed out, leaving Christian with his thoughts and sounds of running water the accusation hanging in the air.
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Christian spent the morning alone because Alex refused to talk or even look at him. He wandered around the house checking out each room. The paintings in the main hall were interesting. Only one seemed to draw his attention. The name on the plaque said. Canyon Marstens. It showed a portrait painted in the style of the times, 1867. The only thing that remotely stood out about the man was his eyes. Something about the stark, penetrating eyes grabbed Christian and made it difficult to look away.
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Christian stood in the barn listening to the instructions of the stable hand. The horses were ready for the ride. Twenty other guests were gathered around nervously ready to get going. Christian climbed onto a horse and sat high in the saddle. He kept smiling shyly at Alex, not knowing what to say. He had not been with anyone else, and he didn’t know how to convince Alex that he had been the one to leave the mark. Alex rode next to him, but hardly spoke at all.

“Hey, will you talk to me already. Say something, anything! I don’t know what you want me to say to you Alex. Until this morning, I didn’t think I would have to explain the marks you yourself left on my body. I’ve been totally faithful to you. Always.” Christian tried to keep his voice low enough that the others riders were not privy to the conversation he was trying to start.
“I did not bite you. I am not an animal. And from its location loyal boy, I could not have done it anyhow. I don’t want to talk about this here and now!” and that was it. Talk over.
Christian wanted to say more, but the anger he felt was rising and he knew soon that he would begin to yell. He nudged the horse gently and moved ahead. The horse seemed to know where he was going and Christian gave him the lead. The horse clipped along, moving farther from the group. The thoughts in his head had nothing to do with the trail, or what lay ahead. He was thinking about the sex. It was fantastic. It was probably the best he had ever had with Alex. He wanted, no, needed Alex to take charge more, be more in control of him. But his lover only wanted to make tender love, not have wild, hot sex. So the thought of fast, rough, dirty sex was out of the question. Most of the time. Christian liked to be forced now and then. He wanted Alex to be in charge and make him want it. The frustration was clouding his mind and he didn’t notice the low branch ahead.
He looked up as the branch crashed into his chest, sending him tumbling off the back of the horse. He slammed onto the ground, landing fully on his back. His head hit the dirt with a fury. The explosion and darkness were seeping in as he heard Alex screaming his name.
“CHRISTIAN! CHRIST…” then silence.
“…ian. Christian. Open your eyes. Come on, wake up. Christian, come to me.” The voice was soothing, hypnotic. Christian tried to open his eyes, but his head hurt too much. The voice kept prompting, pleading, soothing, tempting.
Christian finally managed to comply with the voice on the outside of his mind. His body ached. He whimpered as he came too. He opened his eyes to semi darkness, and tried to move, but could not make his body cooperate. He lifted his head and tried to make the spinning stop. His eyes followed his arm up over his head. He was confused to find his hands bound above his head. He looked up, head falling back, to see his bound wrists tied in a wood frame. He tried to move his feet, but they too, were bound to the lower part of the frame. Around his waist, some sort of restraint was keeping him from putting all his dead weight on his wrists. He could feel the sweat on his body, and knew he was naked.
“There you are. I was beginning to think you were trying to end our game.” The same soothing voice, now whispered into his ear from behind him. He tried to move his head to see the face, but the room was too dark. Except for a faint glow of a fire somewhere in the room throwing strange shadows dancing, he couldn’t find a light source but knew there had to be one someplace. He heard a whooshing sound before he felt the strap strike his back. He screamed and tried to struggle but he was bound tightly and he knew he was not going anywhere. The pain was intense. He had no time to catch his breathe before another jolt of searing pain wracked his body.
“Count them down for me boy! Nine more.” The voice commanded.
“Oh god, please…” Christian moaned as another hit him fully across the back. He screamed again and tensed up.
“COUNT! EIGHT!”
“EIGHT” he cried as it hit him. The next seven strikes were horrible. Each more intense than the last. By the last blow, his voice was nearly gone from screaming, and his head hung limply on his chest.
“Pain and pleasure are what life is all about Christian. You’ve had the pain, now you get to feel my pleasure.” Christian tried to make sense out of what he had just said. HIS PLEASURE?

The pain of the mysterious man entering him was brutal, but he didn’t have time to think on it. The thrusts came quickly and each more painful than the last. He moaned and whimpered. At around the tenth thrust, Christian felt a hand snake around his trembling body and begin to stroke him. For the first time he noticed that, he was hard. How could he be turned on by this much pain? He leaned his head back and just allowed this to proceed. Not that he had any choice. He was helpless and captive.
His body was wracked with pain that this man was giving him, and he was harder than he had ever been before. He was so close to cumming. He cringed with each new movement, his mind reeling with shock and surprise.
“Show me Christian. Give it to me.” The voice growled into his soul. His hand moved faster up and down his ridged shaft.
“Take what is yours, boy. Give me back what I’m giving to you.” Christian felt him shoot inside of him. They moaned together as their mutual orgasms bound them together both body and soul. Christian cried out as his cum shot into the hand of his capture. His savior. He leaned his head back onto the chest of the man behind him who was still inside. Hard and demanding. He closed his eyes and felt himself beginning to drift.
“Come back to me soon Christian. I have a lot more to show you. A lot more to give too you.” Christian groaned, both out of dread and out of anticipation.

Christian tried in vain to open his eyes. His body ached. He slowly came to the realization that he was lying on something soft, and he could hear someone was calling his name. For a moment, his mind froze and fear mixed with a chilling excitement, coursed through him. His back was on fire. He felt bruised and battered. His mind grasped to find its bearings. His cock began to fill and harden. His breathing increased as he listened to the one voice he wanted, needed, but feared to hear.
“Chris? Christian? Open your eyes baby. Come on, come back to me!” Alex pleaded.
Christian felt the disappointment all the way to his soul. He opened his eyes to the bright light streaming through the windows in their room. He could hardly move. He tried to lift his arm to shield the stark light, but the weight was too great. He desperately tried to sort out how he had gotten back into their bed. He had been in the dungeon. His dungeon.
The day turned to night, and back to morning before he could make much sense out of anything.
He lay alone in the large canopied bed, listening to Alex in the bathroom. Everyone seemed to be under the impression that he had fallen from a horse. They said he had fallen on branches, explaining that was why his back was so bruised and felt on fire. He knew better. He bore the marks from the whip that had both kissed and torn his flesh. He stroked himself. Even just thinking about what had happened brought him to full hardness. If he listened close enough, he swore he could hear that voice whispering his name, Telling him what he was doing, telling him what he needed to hear while he was strung up in that dark, hot place.
His body responded to his own touch. His cock was slick as he moved up and down the shaft with his left hand, the right playing with his stiff and aching nipples. Movements on the bed nearly made him open his eyes, but he had the sense that if he looked upon the face licking his stomach, he would be disappointed. Instead, he blindly allowed himself to be taken into a warm, vibrating mouth. His breathing became quick and short. His only movement was to raise his hips, lifting himself to the mouth that was expertly bringing to an exploding climax.
He became enveloped in the silence, and this silence was all Christian needed, he knew who was in the bed with him. The touch was the same; it had the same intensity, and longing, that he had always felt deep within himself. He lay back, catching his breath, letting his trembling body feel the hands and mouth that explored him. Christian kept his eyes closed. He somehow knew that this is what he should do. He had not been told to open them. He did not need to hear the voice. He knew…He knew Canyon Marstens when he touched him.
~ ~ ~
Alex wanted to leave and take him to a proper hospital, but Christian refused to go anywhere. He still had unfinished business with Canyon Marstens. Master Marstens.
His thoughts floated and drifted back to the nights in bed, and of the dungeon. He had to find his way back. But how? He knew that sleep, and even unconsciousness had taken or brought Marstens to him, but how could he give him self to a ghost while he was awake?

Christian slipped out of the room and stood in front of the paintings once again. The rest of the guests had fallen asleep long ago. He kept staring into his past, his future, and Marstens eyes. His free will was at stake, but it felt right. Nothing had ever felt so right to him.
A breeze floated past him. He felt the chill and a sudden heat wrap around him. He closed his eyes and held his breath.
“It wasn’t so hard was it? Or maybe I should re-phrase that…is it hard?” the heat from his breath caressed the back of Christians neck. A tongue, lapped at the nap of his neck, Christian felt his knees shaking, this was what he had always wanted, and he was not going to give it up now, not even for the love of Alex.
Christian allowed himself to be moved down the hall. His hand moved to a place on the wall. With a click, a panel popped open. He pushed the panel and found a hallway with stairs at the end. He knew exactly where he was headed.
~ ~ ~
The hand moved over his chest, the sweat making it slick. Christian moaned against the framework, his wrists and ankles bound tightly, his head lulled forward to reach the gentle touch. However, Canyon pulled it away.
“You like it when I’m gentle with you? I thought you only wanted my pain. My sweet boy. My sweet stupid boy. I only give it to you because I choose to do so. Don’t believe for one second that I am here because you wanted me to be.” With that statement, he pushed a needle into Christians flesh. His scream barely made a muffle of a sound behind the leather gag in his mouth.
“You see? I can do whatever I choose to do to you.” Suddenly, another needle pierced his other nipple. The blood dripped down his chest, mingling with the sweat and fear. More needles and more intense pain followed, Christian had passed the point of knowing what pain or pleasure was. His body had betrayed him. He began to hallucinate, or at least he believed so. Through his fog, he could swear it was Alex moving around the framework, looking at the needles and the patterns they made. Alex’s fingertips touched each one, sending a new wave of agony through Christian’s body. He smiled with each wave of pain he caused his lover. Canyon moved behind Alex and took him into his arms. Christian watched helpless as the two men stood in front of him. Christian tried to look away. He did not want to be here any longer. He closed his eyes, but a sudden slap to the face, brought him back to his reality.
“You are mine! You belong to me! You gave yourself to me; your heart said so for eternity. Eternity is a very long time Christian!” Canyon said moving behind the bound man. His hands moved along his sides, the fear coursed through Christian’s body. He tried not to look into the eyes of his lover but could not resist. Christian’s guilt was evident; the betrayal of their love was holding his hips. From behind him, the sounds of what was about to happen brought an involuntary shiver. Christian struggled for the first time in front of Alex. He did not want him to see this happen. But he was helpless to stop it.
The hands on his hips pulled him back onto the hardness that pressed into him. Christian tried to look away. Alex took his face in his hands.
“NO! I want to see your eyes as he fucks you! You deserve this. You wanted this. Now take it like a man. Or is it a slave? Is this what you want from me? To treat you like an animal? An animal to take whenever I want too? A creature to treat anyway I feel like treating?” The tears streamed down Christians face as Canyon breached him. His groan and look of sudden pain made Alex smile.
“You do like this don’t you? You want this from me? Or do you choose to stay here with HIM? I will leave you here to suffer if that is what you want?”
Canyon slammed into him repeatedly. The cries from the bound man went unnoticed. The pain was beyond anything that Christian had encountered before. This was not a game. This was real. This was endless.
It could have been hours or days. Christian was not sure anymore. The sensations never ceased. He had taken the cocks of both men, felt them cum and heard their cries of release, while he himself was left untouched.
The whip had kissed his skin, tearing at the needles in some places. Neither man cared about his agony or yielded to his screams. He was just a thing for them to use and discard. He had ceased to be anything but a body to torture.
Without warning, He felt cold water pouring down his body. The shock of it brought him around. He must have passed out, he reasoned.
“You’re not finished just yet! Were not finished with you!” Alex stated coldly. His head followed the sounds in the corner. The red coals burned bright as the poker was removed from the fire. Canyon wore heavy gloves as he held up the branding iron to the face of the slave. Christian began to fight and struggle. He searched the face of his lover for compassion, for help. There was neither being offered.
Christian tore at the straps on his wrists and fought with the little energy he had left.
The heat from the iron being so close to his flesh sent shivers down his wet body. Canyon moved it closer, stopping just inches from his skin, causing Christian to stop moving and to control his breathing. He feared that any sudden movement would cause it to touch him, to burn him. His tears steamed as they fell onto the hot rod. Alex laughed. Canyon spoke menacingly.
“You have a choice to make. I will only give it to you once. I will ask you one time and one time only. You think about the answer and then I will mark you. I have two brands. One with my mark, making you forever my property, and one with the mark of Alex. He then will own you!” The iron made its way down further. Christian could feel the heat searing at his cock and balls.
Alex moved his hand to take hold of and lift the prisoners cock to inches of the hot iron. Christian moaned behind the gag. Shaking his head and pleading with his eyes, he watched as the iron was lowered further.
“Alex has already chosen the place of your brand. I have my own location, where all of my slaves wore their marks. Alex has chosen to mark you…Well, let’s just leave that as our secret until you make your chose. I think you will be very surprised at the level of agony it will cause you.” With that, they both laughed deeply. The brand moved around to the rear of his body. The heat moved up and down his skin. At times, it touched him slightly, causing him to scream out. And with each scream, Alex would pull out a needle. Christian knew there were fifteen in all, and dreaded the touch of the hot metal in order to have them removed. His throat was raw from moaning and screaming for hours, but he would have gladly begged for a reprieve.

“Do you love me Christian? If you do, then you must choose me” Alex crooned into the ear of the bound, struggling man.
“What have you been waiting for boy? You came to me, you wanted me. You must choose a real master. You have tasted but a sample of the pain and ecstasy that I can give to you. Make this choice wisely, boy. You only have one chance at fulfilling your deepest and darkest desires.” Canyon moved his mouth to lick Christian’s neck. The sensation was pleasure. The needles being yanked out were agony. Christian had come to understand, there was not one without the other. He looked into the eyes of Alex. They were cold. He prayed that there might be something there to rescue him from his own hell.
“Choose! Who will it be? What will your eternity be like? Love? Pain? You know by now. You have always known. Choose!” Canyon crooned, moving the hot iron around Christians bruised and torn flesh.
“I can give it to you baby. Choose me.!” Alex whispered, kissing the falling tears from Christians face.
Christian closed his eyes, trembled and moaned deeply.
The gag was taken from his mouth. He tried to speak, but no sound came.
“What will your life be like now Christian? Who will it be? What does your soul tell you? What are your deepest secrets? You have been laid out before the man you love. He knows all there is to know about you now. Now say the name…choose your fate!” The iron touched him again. Alex took the hung head into his hands. He kissed the swollen lips.
The sound of the iron moving within the red coals gave truth to the pain to come. Christian tried to beg but the sound was trapped in the mouth of his lover. His savoir.

Time stood still, the hell of Christians own making enveloped him. He could not think, he could only feel. The question kept burning into his consciousness. He had to choose. There was no other way out of this place. He opened his eyes, he opened his soul. Alex stood before him; Canyon caressed him from the back.
He tried to speak, but only groans emerged. Canyon stroked his abused back and behind. Christian was afraid.
“Alex! I choose…Alex!” he whispered. The barely audible name screamed into space.
Alex kissed him again, tenderly. Canyon moved in front of him, lifting his face to him. He smiled.
“Finally!” was the only word he spoke. Christian was left hanging alone. He tried to fathom what was to come next. He would not allow himself to think about the next step onto his new life. The gag was placed back into his mouth. He shook violently, his protests falling onto deaf ears. Alex watched as Canyon brought the iron towards his slave. Christian pleaded with his eyes, but Alex stood cold watching.
The iron sizzled as it moved to his body. Christian held his breath as it was lowered to his groin. He fought, he screamed, but his efforts were useless.
Alex watched as it made its slow and agonizing way to the place he had chosen. Alex lifted Christians cock and balls, holding them in his hand. He held them, examined them, Christian could not believe he going to do this to him. How could he do this? The iron moved closer. Alex watched Christians face. Canyon knelt in front of him. Alex gently touched his head. Canyon looked up and smiled at both the men. Then brought the iron to touch raw flesh. Christian shrieked in agony. The sounds of sizzling skin, the smell of burning flesh wafted up to invade his overloading senses. The clanking of metal on floor ended the marking. Christian hung in depleted pain. He could not breathe, he could not think, the tears flowed down his body. Hands grasped his hips. The invading cock, pressed into him. He no longer struggled. He had nothing left, and he accepted whatever would happen to him. He had chosen.
Alex entered him, in one movement. Christian moaned but did not move. His head hung onto his chest. Alex took what was his. Canyon stood watching, touching the sweating, abused chest.
Then, dropping to his knees, he took Christians cock into his mouth. Together, the men took from him things he could not offer himself. Alex slammed in and out of his body. Canyon sucked the last of resistance of out him.
Alex came in a burst of energy that triggered Christians own climax.
Christian limply hung before his masters as they caressed him. Their voices were soothing, coaxing, mesmerizing. His consciousness ebbed, he found himself falling into darkness.
~ ~ ~
Sun shone into the bedroom. Christian opened his eyes slowly to see Alex straddling his stomach. Christian looked up, confused. Ales bent down and kissed him. Christian tried to speak.
“Shhhh don’t. Just lay still. Let me heal you.” His kiss lingered in his mouth. His body ached. He could not move with out pain. Alex moved down slowly, kissing each point of damage. His tongue licked and sucked on every pinprick, lash or burn. He took the expanding cock into his mouth. Christian tensed as he remembered the branding, expecting excruciating pain. He began to tremble. His cock slid into Alex’s mouth. No pain. Christian looked down dreading the scar he would see, but there was nothing to see but his hard cock, pink and healthy as always.
Next, the tongue moved to his hips and thighs. Pain shot through him. The brand, his brand was there on the upper, inner thigh. Maybe four inches below his balls. He cried out as it was touched. Alex worked a salve onto the burn before spreading his lovers legs further apart. Christian was thankful the brand was not were he had thought it would be. Alex read his features.

“I would never harm this beautiful cock. It belongs to me now, forever. Why would I destroy it? But now, each time I bend you over or lift your legs, I will always know you belong to me.”

“I’m sorry you didn’t already know that.” Christian whispered.
Alex replied looking deep into his eyes. “I’m sorry it took all of this for you to understand it as well. I promise you this though; you will never forget who your master is from now on.”
And with those words, Alex lifted up Christian’s legs, shoved a pillow under his hips, spread a dollop of salve on his rosebud, and entered him. The pain and pleasure told Christian he was finally home. He finally had his master.
~ ~ ~
Another couple sat in office of the travel agent.
“…I can’t believe your luck. I just had a cancellation. You will just love this place. It’s called, the Plantation!”

D. Moynahan

Christian and Theron Chapter 13

2009-02-22T21:37:00.000-08:00

Morgan sat staring off into the across the room. The episode last night had shook him. He couldn’t get the scene he had seen out of his mind. He now knew the Stephan was involved in this somehow. And it had shaken him to his core. He damn well knew that he was involved but… Theron slept, his color was better, his body was healing by the hour. Each time Theron and Adonai lay hands on him and whispered deeply to him, he became stronger. It was amazing to watch. Theron physically was healing before their eyes.
Morgan was lost within himself and hadn’t noticed Adonai walking over to him. He stood next to him. Morgan thought of his younger days, when he wasn’t much older in appearance than these boys. And he was with Stephan. It was different him hurting him, and Stephan hurting these boys. They hadn’t asked him too. He looked up to see Adonai standing next him, and he felt his face turn red. Teelda felt his embarrassment from across the room and looked over. She looked over puzzled.
“Who is this man, the one who has hurt your body and soul?”
Morgan looked up at him. “Someone, I loved once. Someone I had thought I had forgotten.” He looked back to Theron. “But, I suppose not. Don’t worry about him. I think he just enjoys torturing me.” He said the words casually without thinking about the choice of them. Once they had been said he wished he hadn’t used them out of context and jerked to look at the boy. “I don’t mean that in the same way the witches did. It wasn’t the correct choice of words.” And for the first time Adonai smiled. Morgan was shocked. “I know this, Morgan. Or this man would suffer many more deaths when he comes here than just the one he will suffer at your hand.” Morgan stared at him. “What? He’s coming here? When? What does he want?” Morgan stood, anxious.
“He believes you belong to him. That you are his property. And that makes the three of us, his as well. He is wrong on all accounts. You belong to no man. Especially this one. He is not an honorable man, Morgan. He has hurt you, in many ways. In ways you do not even know. And he has hurt Christian. In this time and in others. Several others. And if he has his way in the time line, he will continue to hurt him, so he thinks.” He said this without feeling. He might as well have said. “And when he walks into the room, we’re going to cut off his head and play ball with it.” Morgan thought. Adonai looked quizzical at him and smiled. “I would do no such thing. It would make a mess, and Teelda would not be pleased with me.” He smiled a wide grin and walked away. Holy crap, he has a sense of humor. Morgan chucked to himself and looked over at Teelda who had been watching the entire encounter with interest.

Morgan walked towards Teelda and the Elder. So, Stephan was coming to take him, and what was his huh? Well, that wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. Or a turbulent time line for that matter. He was sick and tired of being a lap dog and being Stephan’s fucking pet. The more he thought about it the more furious he became. The anger just kept crawling under his skin. A feeling he knew once, so very personally. He had fought that demon so many times that he wore his battle scars with pride for many years. But had thought he had retired or perhaps buried them along with his resentment and war wounds a century ago, and here he comes once more and thinks he can just rip open all of those deep scars and bottomless pits of anguish just like all the other times when he left him to pick up the pieces and tend to his own countless gashes in his soul. It seemed to him that he’d played this part on and off for the better part of two centuries. Morgan had slain Romans, fucked pagans and been flogged right along with any number of slaves in Judea while Stephan as their master ruled over them through the centuries, when and where ever the whim had struck Stephan and he allowed the time line take them to ‘play’ and afterwards Morgan would wonder what kind of hold he had on him. But he’d always go back. It was as if he was addicted to him.
Damnit ninety years and you’d think he’d have figured out how to not let him get under his skin. But, he was now threatening to come in here and take children. Well, not children exactly, hell, one was his child and even though he was a royal pain in the ass, literally, he would not let Stephan lay one finger on him, or the other two for that matter.
He knew how charming and persuasive he could be. But he knew that wasn’t going to be how he was going to do this. He knew in his gut, that he was going to come in with guns blazing. He was coming in riding a time line, flanked by two pissed off witches who were out for blood and their holy trinity. But what they were gonna get, was an ambush and a trinity ready to blow the unholy three back to hell, if Morgan had anything to do with it.

Theron sat ringed by Christian and Adonai. They didn’t speak. They communicated by their minds, they held hands there faces showing emotion but no sounds came from them.

“Any idea what there saying?” Morgan asked.
“No clue. I can’t even breach the outer layer of that circle. I’ve never felt anything like it.” She said shaking her head.
“I’m sure no one else ever has either old woman. Any information on what the legends and fairytales?”
“Well, if we believe everything we’ve dug up, they should be able fly, and shoot fire from their eyes.” She laughed. “We are talking legends here Morgan, not all of them are truthful you know. But, so far some of the Intel seems to be correct. They are telepathic, they are connected, as for what other gifts they have, well, I guess we’ll all see those when they get scared or pissed and blow out a wall or a roof off. Can you imagine Theron having all of these things when he was a toddler and throwing a tantrum? There wouldn’t have been cabin left.” They both laughed. “He was such a brat.” Morgan laughed. “He’s still a brat. Don’t tempt him.”
“I still want to know where Adonai came from. Where and who had him. He has to be about there age. Unless…” She looked at Morgan who seemed to have the same thought. “You don’t suppose they brought him through the time line from the future?” Morgan and Teelda both turned back to looked at the trio, to find all three staring back at them.
“No. I am from this time. As we all are.” He unlocked hands with Christian and they both raised their hands to Teelda and Morgan. “Come, we are ready for you. We want to show you what we are going to do. We need you, Grandmother and Father of Theron.” Theron smiled shyly at Morgan.

Christian and Theron Chapter 12

2009-01-10T03:16:00.000-08:00

Teelda kept reading the boy’s dreams. And they all were x- rated. Once Morgan was more on his feet and talking he noticed the hushed tones around him. He didn’t like it.
“What’s going on old woman? What are you holding back?” He asked looking over at Theron. He lay on his side trembling. Across the room Christian looked the exact same. They were a matched set.
“There dreaming the same thing. Not almost. But the exact same thing. Precisely the same dream at the same exact moment. Step for step. The only one who isn’t is Adonai. Up to this point the dream has been x rated all the way through. You care to take a peek?” She asked with a twinkle in her eye? He wasn’t sure after having just experienced Stephan that was such a good idea. “Maybe I’ll just wait awhile and see how it goes first.” He mumbled from his cot.
“Chicken.”
He sat watching the boys and realized he was being watched by Adonai as well. He was sitting on his cot with his back up against the wall watching the other two boys but was more interested in Morgan. Morgan got up and went and sat next to him, taking the same stance. They sat watching the Christian and Theron in deep sleep. They both tossed and moaned. The sweat on there body’s evident.
“Do you know what they’re seeing?” Morgan asked continuing to watch Christian. Adonai turned his head to the left to look at Morgan. He took his left hand and touched Morgan’ chest. “Pain.” In a flash and with a gasp Morgan saw it all, through Christians point of view, knowing everything that Christian knew.

Harpsichord music that had been haunting his nightmares now seemed to seep from all living things. He followed his dream to a room full of half naked bodies. The sweat gleaming on hot skin. Men kissing, caressing, loving one another. Oliver sitting watching him with smoldering eyes. Imploring him to come and let him feel him. To love him. Christian moved slowly as if in moving water towards the beckoning man. The look of lust was hard to miss. The sounds of moaning surrounded him.
He finally stood in front of the few years older man. He tenderly reached out his hand to touch the front of Christian’s trousers, moving up the tunic to get a view of the hardness beyond.
Christian closed his eyes as he felt the light touch. Then the cool air as his lacings was undone. Christian held his breath as Oliver leaned forward and took him into his mouth. He didn’t have to see with his eyes to know what he was about to do. This wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last, he thought.

Robust laughter brought him back to his senses for the moment. He looked over to a group of men on the floor and rugs. A handsome man was watching him. Pointing in fact. Christian felt his cheeks color. He knew they were laughing at him.
“What causes you to blush little one?” the man laughed again. Taunting the boy. Christian turned his head back to Oliver. Who hadn’t stopped sucking him. Christian knew what the others thought of him. They believed him to be a common whore. One of the camp followers who worked to give the army pleasure. This was true of most of the followers but he wasn’t one of them.
“Oliver, how much for your boy? How much do you pay to fuck him?” the group laughed along with the loud mouth. Oliver released the hard member and stared at the man.
“He’s not for sale. And if he were, you don’t own that much gold. And I’m sure he’d never go for your looks not to mention that puny cock of yours. I have no idea how you even find it in times of need.” Oliver retorted, holding Christians hips with his warm hands. Christian lowered his eyes watching Oliver. The group of men laughed and waited for there leader to respond.
“A challenge Oliver? Do I hear a challenge for your young play thing? And why is he standing while you bend to please him? Shouldn’t he be on his knees? He’d look good on his knees with a real man in his mouth.” Oohs and aahs surrounded the statement.
“And whose cock are you suggesting? Surely not yours then.” Oliver held tight of Christian. His anger rising slowly.
“Well why don’t you let someone else have him for the night and let him choose tomorrow? Sounds like a fair night game to me.” The others agreed. Christian closed his eyes and whispered down to his protector.
“Please don’t give me to them.” He pleaded in hushed tones.
“Enough of this! The boy belongs to me. Tonight and any other night I choose to have him. Go find another of your companions to bother. And you’d best find one with good eyesight if he’s to find that needle in your hairy haystack.” He rose and released Christian, who immediately drew up his pants and tied off the belt. Oliver took his hand and began to lead him from the crowded room. They didn’t make it to the door before the other man was up and coming for them. The sudden attack took Oliver by surprise. Christian tried to fight back, but the aggressors friends were up and helped to grab and hold him. He screamed at them to leave them be. Oliver fought for all he was worth, but in the end Christian was drug off as he watched his lover fall under the heavy assault of the crazed man.
Once the men had him back into the far corner of the room, they held him down as the panting man, cut his clothes from him. Strips of his tunic became bindings that held him on the floor while the man taunted him. The slaps and caresses came interspersed, always a surprise which it would be. Finally the game was over and the man took him by force. Christian’s screams didn’t matter and were ignored. He could only see the lifeless body of his lover lying in the doorway. He screamed for him most of all.

Christian began to float. He wasn’t afraid of dying. He had nothing now to live for. He opened his eyes one last time to look into the face of his tormenter; his face forever burned into his memory as he struggled with his last breath he mumbled the man’s name with his last breath…Stephan.

Christian sat upright, gasping for air. Morgan broke free of Adonai, shaking. His own body shook for different reasons. Anger. Betrayal. And Revenge.

He would find out what Stephan had to do with any of this. He knew damn well from the vibrations that this wasn’t just a dream. Christian had been reliving a memory. He had been traveling as well. This had happened. Stephan had hurt him. He had his dirty hands in all of this somehow. And god help him if he was involved with the witch and wizard. His head would be hanging on the wall right next to theirs. Teelda looked over at him. She could taste the waves of hate coming off of him. She smiled. He met her gaze. “It’s about damn time you got pissed boy. Now what are we gonna do with it?” He took a few long breaths and then answered.
“I think it’s time we went hunting old woman.”

THE WOLF

2008-11-14T19:00:00.000-08:00

Crowded elevator crunched and crushed bodies, deadlines. I found my self-running towards all these things. The closing doors ahead of me, I just squeezed in at the last second.
I had ninety minutes to make my taxi and get down to Hotel Belaugio down in San Rafael. I was promised an exclusive if I made it in time. My boss’ were hell bent on capturing my success with another winner. I was still getting awards and honors, which I didn’t care so much about anymore, my award-winning photo of the silver wolf. His eyes took up most of the front page of Time magazine.
I had a million things on my mind as I rushed from the sliding doors and across the crowded lobby. I weaved and dodged people coming in and out of the busy building. I saw my ride waiting for me… a miracle in itself. Ten steps, eight, and I would be on my way. I’d have at least forty minutes to formulate the ideas I had for this shoot.
Just as I made the revolving door, I slammed into a hard body. I dropped my notes and the backpack slumped off my arm. I bent to annoyingly pick it all up. I hadn’t even really noticed whom I had body checked, until a hand handed me my journal. I took it and rudely looked up to say “thank you”, when I was floored all over again. He was kneeling in front of me handing me the red leather binder in his hand. My hand was nearly on the other side when I looked into those eyes. Those mesmerizing eyes. He took my breath away. He smiled as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“Alex” he said offering me his name. It took me a few minutes to gather my wits about me.
“Christian…Christian Fontenot” I finally managed to say. He smiled that smile again. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face. I’d seen that face before. More accurately his eyes. There was something about his eyes.
“Have we met?” I asked stupidly. He laughed lightly and touched my fingers with his. “Yes, we’ve met. Why don’t we go for a drink? You look like you might need one.” As we sat in the coffee shop I stared at him. He didn’t seem to mind. I had to remember where I had met this man before; my body reacted as if it knew him intimately already. Or maybe it was wishful thinking.
My mind began to wonder back to five months ago when my life had changed.
If I tried I could hear everything as if I were there again. I could smell the woods and my own fear. I let my memory wander as he drank his coffee staring at me, into me.
~ ~ ~
The sounds of the woods were surrounding me in terrifying disarray. I was lost; I was running lost and scared deep in woods, surrounded by things that I couldn’t see and things that only my imagination could fathom. I couldn’t see them, only hear. The baying and barking was getting closer as I ran. And I ran for my very life.
The snarls and growls sounded as if they were right next to my head. I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt like it was going to explode. But, I couldn’t stop; they knew these woods better than I did.
All I could think of as I ran, swinging around trees, jumping over fallen branches and sliding around rocks bigger than a grown man, was how stupid I was for being here in the first place. There wasn’t any amount of notoriety worth dying for. I had never realized this before. I had taken photos of some extremely dangerous things before. But how was I to know that this was going to be the most dangerous photo opt I was ever to experience. And I hadn’t even gotten the damn shots I wanted yet.
I stumbled and twisted my ankle about that time. I fell hard and rolled with a muffled scream. I frantically looked around for someplace to hide. No such luck. I had fallen and rolled into what looked like a small alcove of rocks, which I couldn’t have climbed over, even if I could have. I held onto my ankle and tried to slide as far back as I could. I tried desperately to control my breathing. I knew that I was making too much noise. I could still hear them coming. I could sense them watching me as they made their way down to me. I frantically searched my pockets and bag for something to defend myself. The only things I had were rolls of film, and my camera. Lot of help they were going to be. I closed my eyes for a second and said a quick prayer. The last prayer I was ever going to be allowed to say, I thought.
I opened my eyes when I felt gravel falling on me. I slowly looked up. Standing on top of the rock right over my head, maybe ten feet above me stood the alpha Wolf.
His entire demeanor told me everything I didn’t want to know. He was pissed and I was about to die. He looked at me in a way that left nothing to my imagination as to what was about to become of me. My left hand was slowly moving inside of my camera bag that had been slung over my shoulder. I lay my hand on the camera and popped the lens cap off. I didn’t really have much of an idea how this would help me, but, it was the only chance I had.
A howl nearly caused me to piss myself. My breathing had ceased. I sat stock still, waiting for them to make a move. And I say them, because there had to have been six or seven members of the pack, all Black or Gray, large and hungry. I was no match to any of them. Any one of them could kill me in an instant, or they could take there time and rip me to shreds just for the fun of it. And yes, from what I had seen of this bunch, they would have fun doing it.
Why the hell was I here? Why couldn’t I just have passed on this story? I didn’t know, and I suddenly thought of my mother. Would she ever know what had befallen her son? I hoped that she would be able to get over my death. I had three brothers to comfort her. She would be all right, my brother Shaun, for all of my twenty-four years had always wanted to be her favorite, and I bet he would be sucking up as soon as they got the word of my horrible death. SHIT, I was about to die, and I was thinking of my asshole brother. I suddenly was mad. I had the first clear thought, or any thought for that matter in what seemed like hours. I wasn’t going to die this way. Or at least I wasn’t about to just sit here and let these bastards kill me without a fight of some kind.
I pulled the camera out of my bag. The growls grew louder and more anxious. I knew it was coming.
“Ok, what? You just going to sit there and watch me till I die of boredom? Come on you rat bastards, you want a piece of me… COME AND GET IT!” I screamed at them at the top of my lungs and saw the leader move to make his jump down onto me. I raised the camera chest high and braced myself for his weight to pummel me. The howling was loud and nasty; the sounds of movements all around me were maddening. I couldn’t see all of them, but that didn’t really matter did it? I had the alpha wolf moving down on me, the others would take the cue from him. I saw him in slow motion, arching and stretching as he in slow motion came down off his perch. His body was stretched out and I could see his muscled and flawless body fall towards me. I closed my eyes and held my breath, my finger held fast on the camera button. I could hear the film clicking off. I thought at least maybe someone would see the last thing that I had seen. I felt him hit me, and the pain ripped through my chest and stomach as his body hit mine. I felt him hit and fall away. I was fighting and struggling the best I could with the wind knocked out me. But, he wasn’t on me. I opened my eyes frantically swinging the camera in front of me. He wasn’t sitting in front of me as I had expected. He was rolling on the ground in a fight for his own life with another wolf. A large silver one. I watched as they rolled and fought. After what seemed like hours but was probably just moments, the alpha retreated. Another of the pack tried to make his move by coming down from the edge of his rock, only to be stared down by this huge silver beast. I was in shock. I sat there staring at him, one by one the pack left, each more vocal than the last, till it was just he and I alone. I swallowed hard, waiting for his move to end this battle. I knew I was his prize for this showdown. He was now the alpha leader and he had claimed me for his own. I mumbled to myself, barely audible. “I’m his trophy… he’s gonna kill me now!”
He finally turned and stared at me. He didn’t move for the longest time. He stood still, watching me. I didn’t dare take my eyes off of him. And I couldn’t have taken my eyes off him if I had wanted to, His eyes mesmerized me. There was something different about this one. Different from the others in the pack. Not only by his coloring, but also, by his demeanor and stance. There was just something about him I couldn’t figure out. I ran my hand over my chest and stomach, feeling like I had broken ribs and torn flesh from the alpha slamming into me.
He finally, slowly began to move towards me. I was shaking so bad that I couldn’t control it. He took one step then another towards me. He stopped three or feet in front of me. He lowered his head for a second. And when he raised his face to me. I saw the most beautiful set of eyes I had ever seen. He stared at me, into me. I felt him looking into my soul it seemed. I had never seen eyes like this before. Deep brown, speckles of green mixed in. Colors, wolves didn’t usually have that much my muddled brain new.
He slowly moved to each side of me, I thought he was sizing me up. To see how much of a challenge I was to be. I was wrong. He stopped once again, and slowly moved back. He would move, then stop and look back.
Ok, I’ve seen enough old Lassie movies to know he wanted me to follow him. At least I prayed that’s what this was about. I did follow him, limping and hobbled by my hurt ankle, and bruised chest. I followed him all the way to the edge of civilization. I watched him, standing at the edge of a tree line watching me in return. I couldn’t understand why he was doing this. Why hadn’t he just killed me? Why didn’t he just let the other wolves do me in? I had no idea, none at all. I could here human voices yelling my name. Obliviously I had missed my meet up time. I could then feel hands and arms grabbing hold of me, I was being helped away. I think I was in more shock than anything else. The last thing I saw was the silver king watching me from a ridge above the tree line. I memorized his face. I don’t know why. I really don’t. But, that’s what I did. He then howled and disappeared over the back. I figured I’d never see him again.
And now, here he was smiling at my confusion. Those eyes baiting me to take him on.
“I’ve come to claim my trophy.” He whispered finally.

Theron and Christian Chapter Eleven

2008-03-17T22:55:00.000-07:00

Morgan lay on the bed on the other side of the room from Christian.
The doctors were having a hell of a time getting any steady reaction from him.
Theron had been put through an entire body scan and continuous streams of drugs were being pumped into him. Antibiotics and pain killers. His injuries were serious but not life threatening. At least in the physical.
Adonai was confused and scared. Now he felt he had somehow harmed the ‘father’ and couldn’t verbalize the fear and remorse. Teelda continued to try delve into him. If she knew what he was, perhaps she could figure out what he was capable of.

Hours had passed without any change in any of them. Adonai had become deathly silent. Morgan lay still as a corpse. And Christian nothing more than shell.
Theron was the first to show any signs of change. He was beginning to push away the doctors. Christian was the first thing he had said.
Theron’ condition was improving quickly with the help of vicodin.

Adonai went to him. He kept touching his forehead. The touch seemed to comfort them both. But Christian was beyond help at the moment. Teelda wondered if both of them at some point might be able to reach him.

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Morgan was between being awake and a dream. He remembered people and places in his life. He thought of a beautiful girl. A girl who had given him the one thing no one else ever had. A son. And yet he hadn’t known of him for years. By the time he had learnt of Theron, the girl was gone. Lost to all who might be able to reach out to her. She simply had walked off, never to return to the child or family. Morgan knew she had skipped nearly ten years ago. Teelda and ‘family’ had raised him. And besides his ego, he had turned out alright. He lay there trying to open his eyes when he felt a time ripple and knew he was about to travel again.
He had only once before been forcibly made to travel along the normal line. He had always known how to do it on his own.
But way back when he had been taught a few pointers by another traveler. This man had taken pains to teach the young apprentice the ups and downs of moving along the correct time lines.
This man also had been an amazing and attentive lover. He wondered just where in the world…or time he might be right now.
He didn’t have to wonder for long. The ripple became a rush, and Morgan felt the whoosh and he was moving. He knew he wasn’t physically in the time line. Just his mind. He could travel either way. Each had its high points.

Teelda and Adonai both turned and looked at Morgan. The shift in the room was noticeable to them. She knew he was gone. She could only hope he was attempting to reach Christian. But the thought frightened her for some reason.
Adonai turned his attention back to Theron.

Morgan shifted in the shift. He suddenly was filled with fear. What if he had been snatched by wizards? He didn’t know if he was strong enough to fight them both. Not like this. Physically he’d have taken a chance though.
He stepped, or more like he was pulled out and found himself standing in a blue haze. He tried to clear his head.
“You still haven’t mastered the Mind Shift?” A voice asked calmly. Morgan turned and looked around. He began to realize where he was. It had been years, literally, but he began to figure it out.
“Well, it has been a long time since anyone yanked me out of my body and threw me into a different dimension.”
“Yeah, well, get used to it. From what I’ve been feeling, your about to get a crash course.”
Things began to clear and the ‘voice’ walked towards him. Morgan smiled and felt twenty again.
“Stephan. It’s been a long time.” Morgan stood where he was and let the man come to him.
“Too long Morgan. I’ve missed you.” He knew he was coming to Morgan on his level. He continued to walk towards him.
Stephan stopped and looked into the eyes of his one time apprentice.
“You’ve done well. Very well. But what have you gotten yourself into this time pet?” Morgan laughed.
“Pet? I’m not a lap dog. Well, maybe not anymore.” He felt a little embarrassed.
“Well, I’ve missed having you as my pet. I will have to bring you to me soon, all covered in flesh and bone.” The man teased.
“I’m not sure if I’ll have any flesh left once I’m done with this mess. And besides its not the flesh you’re all that interested in anyhow, is it?” He threw the innuendo back to him. They both laughed.
“Perhaps not. But, I’ll take what ever you are willing to give to me, pet. Now, come and let us figure out these three you have your hands full of.”

Hours passed. Theron and Christian both had better color. But Adonai seemed drained. Teelda thought of having him sedated. She understood she couldn’t do that though. She had no idea what it might cause to happen.

Back in the Mind Shift, Morgan and Stephan moved back and forth. Stephan showing him points of entry that Christian seemed to be moving in and out of.
“I’ve tried grabbing him. Or even talking to him. But he doesn’t see me. He doesn’t understand this is as real as anything else in his reality. What happened to him? I can’t even get that much of a sense out of him. All I get is that he terrified. He’s hurt, someone very powerful hurt him. And he’s not what he seems.” Stephan told him.
Morgan tried to explain what he knew. What he had seen and what he and Teelda had experienced through Adonai.
“Shit! I had no knowledge of Anoka and Chalon. How is he traveling? And how is he not sending off signals?”
“The better question is how is Christian moving in and out of his own lives? I was on that ship with him, Stephan, and he did not send off one sign that he was traveling. I swear it was his own past life. How can he be doing that? He shouldn’t be able to do that. Could he?” Morgan asked turning to his friend.
“You’re forgetting. He’s been tampered with. We don’t know what Anoka did to him. I can only guess how she screwed with his head. Emotionally he’s damaged as well. He’s moving to anywhere he can find an opening trying to find his way out. He’s doing it because no one has told him he couldn’t. No one has bothered to tell a bee he shouldn’t be able to fly either, so he can.” They sat for a moment.
“Shall we see if we can find him? Maybe if we both grab him, we might be able to at least convince him to trust us.”
They began to search the waves. And it didn’t take long.
“Ok, when he comes close, you know what to do. And if it shifts and takes you with him, I’m right behind you. I’ll follow you in.” Stephan assured Morgan as Christian came into view. The light was blinding. The chaos was terrifying, even to old hands. Morgan had never seen anything like it. He came spinning out of control. Morgan made a jump at him. His energy reflected off of Christian and they both went tumbling. The disorientation was momentary. But Stephan was there to right him. Morgan made another grab for the boy and landed a slippery hold. Both heat and ice came shooting from around Christian. Morgan held strong. Reeling him in closer. The combined pull of two different lines threatened to rip him out of his arms, but he held tight. Christian suddenly began to fight and scream. Morgan buried his head into Christian neck and held tight. He wasn’t about to loose this kid again. Stephan launched himself ahead of them and guided them to an opening.

Morgan and Christian hurtled through the slice and landed with a thud. Christian stopped struggling. Morgan felt Stephan next to him.
“You can open your eyes pet. You’re safe. We all are.”
Morgan slowly opened his eyes and saw faces. He jumped.
“What the hell? Where are we? Stephan who are they?” Morgan pleaded.
“It’s alright. There going to help us. They’ve been waiting for Christian. Let him go Morgan. Let us heal his tear.” Stephan tried to pry Morgan from the boy.
“NO! I’m not letting him go until you tell me what the shit is going on! NO one is getting him.” Christian moaned when they tried to pull him from Morgan.
“Stephan, please, what is all this?” Before Stephan could answer, Morgan left him self jolted. And he was falling backwards.
“I’m sorry pet. But, you have to let us have him or none of you are going to heal. Time itself is at risk Morgan. Just sleep. Time doesn’t move here. You are safe. We are all protected.”
Days passed. Years rolled over Morgan as he lay comforted by what felt like clouds. He knew there was a bed. He knew people came and went. His needs were taken care. He felt pressure in his mind. He could feel gentle touches. He knew a breeze blew over him. The wind whispered to him. His body might have been sleeping, but only part of his brain was. It heard words. It was processing things that Morgan could only guess at.
“Pet? Morgan? Open your eyes. It’s done. Come back to me.” The gentle voice of the betrayer echoed. Morgan tried to move but couldn’t. His anger held him back.
“I didn’t betray you. I healed you. Morgan, I had to bring you here, as well as the child. He was dying. Morgan I’m not the one you need to fight. Now, come back to me.” The command struck home, and Morgan did wake. His tears streamed.
Morgan lay looking up at the blue eyes he had almost forgotten.
“I’m here Morgan. I’ve always been here.” He bent and kissed the man. Images raced through his mind. Memories that he had forgotten. Feelings that dug and stung deep pulled at his heart.
He felt his self floating and knew he was moving back to the present.
“NO not yet!” He cried as his slip on Stephan grew. “What is he? What are they?” Morgan mumbled as he drifted away. And in his mind he heard the word. The two eased back into the line and gently moved back to where they belonged. Morgan suddenly felt he knew more than he was aware of.

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Adonai and Teelda both sensed a shift as Morgan and Christian both stirred.
“…what is he? What are they?” Morgan and Christian heard slipping away. But the answer was given. The room heard one word spoken together by Christian and Morgan.
“Leererfair.” Teelda looked at them both. She looked to the Elder standing inside the door.
“Leererfair? Could that really be what he is?” They both knew the legend. But never expected them to exist. But they both knew it to be truth.
Morgan and Christian both moaned as they opened their eyes. She moved Christian first. He looked dazed, but awake. She moved quickly to Morgan.
“Morgan? You did it. He’s waking.” Morgan drew a ragged breath and sobbed. She looked at him and felt his pain. She looked to Adonai.
“His heart aches.” He said calmly as he looked down at Christian. “You are here.” He smiled a genuine smile. “We wait for Theron.” Teelda felt afraid. What would they do once they were a strong three? She leaned in and whispered to Elder. “We had better refresh our memories of legends and nursery rhymes. They are here and about to get very powerful I think.” She squeezed Morgan’ hand.
“Once you are ready, you have to tell me what happened. And how you healed Christian.” Morgan listened to her, but covered his eyes with his hand. He didn’t want to think about what had just occurred. He hadn’t known he still had those feelings. It had been ages both past and present since he had felt that way for any man.

Theron and Christian Chapter Ten

2008-03-17T22:40:00.000-07:00

Morgan felt the grass on his face. He raised his head and wished he hadn’t. He cursed under his breath and looked around the rolling hills of green. He wondered exactly where he might be. He usually had some idea where he was heading when he went, but this time he was on his own. Ok, maybe not completely on his own, he could sense another soul out of place here, but where was he? The sound of bagpipes in the distance was a giveaway. He stood and looked around. He saw smoke from a cook fire. He smelt the woods and he heard the hoof beats of horses and shouting before he saw them.
He looked down into a small valley and found what or he should say who he wasn’t looking for. There on horseback in full clan gear complete with kilt was Chalon. And he was laughing, chasing someone running through the tall grass, Christian.
“BASTARD!” He began to run down the slope. He had to somehow get to the boy before Chalon was finished having fun and simply snatched him off the ground and galloped away with his prize. He felt the wind on his legs, looking down he too was wearing a kilt, complete with scabbard attached to his stocking.
“Shit, this just gets better and better.” He grumbled to himself as he ran towards the duo, taking the knife from the sheath.

“Why do you run boy? You are mine for the taking! This sport is growing weary. Come to me and be a man.” The wizard laughingly shouted to the stumbling lad.
“Leave me be! Go back to hell where you came from!” the boy shouted back, causing the wizard to laugh deeply.
“You are giving me a good chase boy, this I grant you. But by nightfall, you will be in my camp and you will be mine body and soul. Why do you run from your future? This is written, this is knowledge you will soon learn. YOU ARE MINE TO OWN BOY!”
“I will die before you touch me, you turn my stomach and I will kill you before you take me with you.” Christian stumbled. Morgan thought he would watch Chalon simply kill him on the spot, but as the horse drew near Christian threw dirt up into the face of the powerful wizard and in the confusion of the animal, Christian was running again. This time straight for Morgan, although he was sure the boy hadn’t actually seen him yet. He was moving towards the slope, heading for the trees he was sure. At least he seemed to be thinking.
Chalon regained his seat sooner than either of the men on the ground was expecting and was cursing as he turned his ride and headed for the nearly spent boy.
Morgan could see how tired Christian was. His breath was hard and his hair hung in his face. His footing was slipping and Morgan only hoped he could get to him before the mount did.
Morgan saw Christian moving his way, he could see the horse closing in behind him, and he could see the hatred in the face of the rider.
“RUN! KEEP RUNNING!” Morgan shouted as he ran towards them. He knew he had one chance to grab him and yank him back into the time slip before the rider came along with them.
The boy looked up to see another man running foolishly towards them, but had no time to react before the man grabbed and slung him around behind him. The boy knew his life was ended at that moment. The devil had help.
“NOOOO!” Christian screamed as Morgan held tight. They watched as the rider began to slow and the colors of the land and clouds swirled around them. The wizard looked at the men and shouted “I WILL HAVE HIM MORGAN. HE IS MINE TO CONTROL! NOW AND FOREVER!” the shock of Chalon knowing who he was stunned the traveler. The bastard was a traveler too. He moved within the time stream at will also. He had too or could his magic be that strong? Was he simply moving in time simply by wishing too? He didn’t have any time to contemplate that when they were dropped back out of the stream and into another scene. Morgan grumbled as he tried to hold onto the boy. Blackness slapped him in the face.

“FIRE! TAKE THEM TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA!” TAKE THE NOEL DOWN. BUT DON’T FIRE ON THE ESPARONSA, DON’T TOUCH HER!” the shouts brought Morgan to his senses. At least for a moment. He looked around while being in the middle of chaos. The surface he lay upon was rolling, the sails above him moved furiously. He knew at once he was upon a ship. A ship under fire. The cannon blasts pounded her masts, as she returned fire and havoc on the other vessel.
Morgan frantically looked for the boy. Where was he? He had to find him and find him quickly by the tilt of the deck. This ship couldn’t possibly hold position much longer, she was listing dangerously. The barrels where rolling and breaking apart as they crashed into and over the sides of the large vessel.
“Get those men higher. If they live, move them out of the way.” The man yelled. Morgan turned sharply behind him to find the person who was barking orders. There standing shouting orders, commanding the sailors…pirates of this…his ship, was Christian. Poor helpless Christian. Helpless my ass, Morgan thought as he watched the boy giving orders. The sword and pistols at his side told a different story. Now, how in hell was he going to grab him and bring him back into the stream?
The next blast sent the rear mast breaking into pieces as the sail came down, covering men, barrels and cannons.
“MOVE US CLOSER! WE BOARD NOW!” Christian moved with determination. He moved towards Morgan as he stood.
“If you are to live this day, you will follow me. We board the Esparonsa.” And with that he moved forward. Morgan watched with both anger and interest as this young captain simply moved to the rail, lifted his hand and his ship fired on the doomed Noel. He then maneuvered his ship to the side of the far ship. Planks were falling into place, anchoring the two ships together. The fighting had just begun Morgan thought. But the fighting was all but over when Christian followed his crew across to the deck of the Esparonsa.
A large groan from the bowels of the listing vessel brought Morgan to his senses and he scurried across to the more stable ship. He turned to see the crew breaking free of the sinking mass of broken timbers and flapping sails.

Morgan watched with fascination as Christian moved with authority on the deck of the now captured ship. He expected to see the crew of the now pirated ship being put to death. And he was prepared to take Christian off at a moments notice if he saw one man killed. But he needn’t have worried. Christian was a true gentleman with the new crew. And that is what it was, his crew. The crew of the now taken ship was being treated as equals. Well, as much as equals as prisoners could be for the time being, Morgan thought. But Christian had other ideas to his credit.
“You are not slaves. You are not less than my crew. In fact I hope you will be with my crew. You decide!” Their new Captain explained. And an order was shouted to find their now deposed captain.

When the captain was brought forward and tried to stare down the new upstart, he failed.
“Captain, I give you one chance to redeem your actions. And one chance only to redeem your life. Walk sir, before I change my mind and chuck you over the side myself!” He led them below.
Morgan followed. He wanted to see what had been so important that they would have all given their lives to take.
Christian glanced behind him and noticed the man walking behind him.
“Come friend. This treasure is as much your future as it is mine I reckon.” And with that they made their way down the steps and into the rear cargo hold. Not a regular hold. But more of prison. Morgan thought.
The men followed the two captains to the rear.
A large door stood between them and the ‘treasure’ Morgan noticed.
A guard stood before them.
“Open it.” Christian ordered the man with the large ring of keys.
“Sir, this is dangerous.” The man pleaded.
“I believe it will be more dangerous to anger your new captain sir.” A man snickered from behind the group, bringing laughter from behind Morgan. He wanted to smile, but didn’t dare. He was as much a stranger upon this ship as the old crew was. No one knew him either.
The keys dangled and the door creaked as it opened. Morgan steeled him self for what ever might charge from the door. But nothing of the sort happened. The door opened, no one moved. Christian finally took the lantern and moved to the door. He began to enter but stopped as a lantern from inside the cell brightened. Morgan watched as the new Captain knelt. And those around him went down onto their knees as well. Morgan followed suit to blend in.
“Sire. I’ve come to free you from your prison.” Christian bowed his head as the figure moved before him. The commanding figure of a man stood and looked to his rescuers.
“So, Captain, I see I made a wise choice in giving you a ship of your own. But I must say, I never envisioned you using it to free me from this one.” The man laid a gentle hand upon the bowed head of the younger man. The look that passed between them was a look that Morgan had seen many times. A look of love. A look of admiration and a look of trust and devotion.

“Well, it now rests at the bottom of the sea Sir, a fair exchange I would say. A ship for a king.” Christian said smiling up.
“And now a King upon your new ship. Let’s try and keep this one above the water for at least a little while, shall we?” and with that the man moved towards the steps. Morgan watched as the group moved aside to allow him access. Christian rose and turned.
“Well, let’s go and see what other spoils are upon my new ship.” He laughed, seeming like a child on Christmas morning. Morgan followed him up the steps.
And Morgan seriously wondered if this wasn’t one of his own lines and not Christian’. This Christian didn’t show any signs of the present day Christian. And he hadn’t felt the familiar feeling of another traveler in the time line. And Christian should have been throwing off that sense. Just like he had in the Scottish line, he felt him before he saw him. But this didn’t feel like that, this just didn’t feel right at all.

The tingling behind his eyes told Morgan to prepare to jump. He took a relaxing breath as he was sucked from the steps of the ship.

Theron and Christian Chapter nine

2008-03-17T22:10:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER NINE

They all moved to Teelda’ cabin. The outside was surrounded by both soldiers and Elders. Theron and Christian both were being look too. Christian was physically alright. But Theron was severely injured. He needed medical attention and soon. Not to mention he was shaking violently. They had wrapped him in blankets and the fire was blazing. Nothing seemed to help the cold he felt. He also wouldn’t look at anyone. Morgan knew he was in shock.
Christian lay on the bed wrapped in a blanket. He had opened his eyes, but just lay there staring at the ceiling. Adonai moved to stand next to him. He didn’t touch him, but just seemed to be reading his thoughts. He actually was trying to reach him. He was in there, but still floating between here and there. Someplace between the now and then. He straddled the time flow, or floating someplace near it. He was sensing it but not knowing what it was.
Morgan slumped to the floor as Teelda quickly moved to him. She held a cup to his lips and forced him to drink it.
“Drink it Morgan. It will help you to stop your energy from dissipating anymore.” She held onto him as he drank from the shaking cup.
Elders from the high camp came into the cabin. First watching the four men, then focusing on Adonai. No one had ever seen him before. But the whispers told of a legend, and they believed him to possibly be the one, of the legend.
Morgan felt himself drifting. They helped Teelda lay him down on pillows in front of the fire. Wrapping him in a quilt. She sat next to him, watching him. Protecting him. Morgan took her hand into his trembling one and held on.
“I’m not leaving you Morgan. I’m not leaving any of you.” Teelda held his hand as he began to sleep.

Adonai stood next to Christian. Then he moved to Theron. He touched him gently. They both jumped at the contact. The elders kept watch over the boys. Adonai felt Theron’ pain. He felt his rage and anger. And he felt his love for Christian. Adonai sat next to him, holding his hand. He looked into his mind, finding the pain and trying to heal it.
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Morgan opened his eyes slowly and tried to focus on the room.
“Easy, don’t move to suddenly. You’re not as young as you appear.” Teelda laughed as she helped the man to sit and lifted a cup to his lips.
“How long was I out?” he asked taking a sip of fresh tea.
“Not long. Its not dawn yet. Nothing has happened. They haven’t tried to come and take them back if that is what you’re worried about.”
Morgan looked over at the three boys. All three were sleeping.
“…how?” he tried to talk but felt a wave of power.
“Their fine at the moment. What you’re feeling has been happening since he went to sleep.” She looked at Adonai. “He worked on both of them for awhile. He seems to be trying to heal them. But he became exhausted and lay down and went to sleep himself. All three appear to be connected in sleep.” Teelda looked at the three bodies.
Christian had been brought and laid on the floor with the other two.
“He wanted them all to be touching. He asked for us to bring Christian over to Theron and himself. Their color is good. But, I’m still worried about Theron. He’s physically hurt. Morgan? Now what do we do?” Another wave of power drifted around them.
“Well, we can’t just walk Adonai into a hospital. He’ll knock all the machines offline with his energy. What is he Teelda? Who is he?” Morgan asked. Teelda looked to one of the Elders sitting next to the door.
“They are the trinity. The three chosen ones. The past, present and future, if you will.” The old man stated. Morgan lowered his eyebrows and frowned.
“The trinity? They are just boys. Hell, Theron is my…” he stopped before he said another word.
“They know who he is Morgan. And they’ve always known who you were… are. It was Theron who couldn’t know the truth. But he is exactly who he should have been, thanks to you.” Morgan looked at her in stunned silence.
“NO! I am not a part of your stupid and insane legends and beliefs. I am just a man who fell in love with a girl. The end! Nothing more. I am … I’m just a normal guy…” He finally stopped trying to convince himself.
“You are just a normal man who happens to vividly remember the last two centuries. You are just a man who has seen the crusades up close and personal. And should I go into the plague? Jack the ripper? Pharaohs? Should I go on? Should I remind you of how many ‘normal men’ straddle the time flow? Yeah, you’re just a normal guy. One who happens to move through time when he needs to? Just a normal guy who has watched, and loved some of the most powerful men and women in history. But you are just a normal guy. Joe Blow who owns a little book shop on the corner, yeah, ok, whatever you say.” She stood and went to pour them both a strong drink. He felt chastised and ten years old.
“Here, time boy, drink this.” She handed him the glass and ignored his death glare. “If you haven’t noticed you’re about as normal as those three there. And that ain’t no ‘let’s go pick up the kiddies in the mini van and go to the park, normal’ if you ask me.” Teelda downed her drink and didn’t move until Morgan had done the same.
The elder by the door stifled a laugh; Morgan and Teelda had been dueling for so long no one even cared what the real reason for it was anymore. But he did wonder just where Theron’ mother had gotten off too. She was once a beauty, just like Theron. He looked at the three young men. Just what were they going to do with them? What would be the next step now? He didn’t know what would happen next. But he did know what the legend said would happen.
And he wondered just how far Anoka and Chalon had gotten. The power wave swept around them once again. Morgan moaned as he lay back down.
Sometime later, Adonai awoke and sat watching the people in the room. Morgan still slept, the woman moved back and forth between the three of them and the man whom he knew to be the father of Theron. He looked at the young man. He had tried to heal him, but could only heal so much. All three were weak and drained. Adonai closed his eyes and “felt’ the air for signs of the two who had held in the cage. He feared them. Not only for what they had done to him, but for what he now knew they had done to the others around him. He shuddered and opened his eyes. Teelda knelt in front of him.
“How are you holding up? Do you need something?” she gently touched his face. He smiled a tentative smile back at her.
“I do not know of what you are. I saw you in Theron’ mind. I felt his love of you. The mother of his mother. But, what else are you?” he looked deep into her eyes.
She laughed gently.
“Well, many have wondered that for a very long time child. But, I am not like the others who kept you locked up. I will not hurt you. No one will.” She glanced at Morgan. “Now, are you hungry? Come and at least drink something.” She held out her hand to help him up. He hesitated and then allowed her to help him.
They moved through the small cabin and she sat him at the table. He watched the elder at the door.
“What is his purpose?” Adonai asked.
“He’s here to help keep you safe. All of you safe.” She said, placing a plate and cup in front of Adonai.
“He can do that? Keep us safe? He does not look powerful” he said as she giggled at his expression.
“Well, let’s not mention that to him, alright? He believes he can keep an old woman safe.” Teelda said while sitting down. Adonai looked at her puzzled.
“But you are not an old woman. You are immortal, is this not correct?” He picked at the bread on the plate and drank the cup down twice.
“Well I guess that depends on your interpretation of immortal. I guess in the terms of living a regular set of years and then dying. Yes, I am immortal. But child, there are many ways and many reasons to be immortal lifetime after lifetime. How about you tell me something about yourself. Like maybe why Morgan and I never felt your essence or presence before?”
He put his hands into his lap and sat looking at her. He cocked his head slightly as if reading her somehow.
“I do not know.” He replied and began to devour the bread. She had to wonder exactly what they were going to do with him. He jerked his head towards her.
“What will you do with me? What do your words mean?” he appeared to be frightened.
“Oh child, nothing is going to be done to you. I meant only where we would put you.” Before she could finish the sentence he was just from the chair and yelled at her.
“NO CAGE! NO MORE CAGE PLEASE!” he stood up and stepped away from her as if she were going to hurt him. Morgan opened his eyes and tried to figure out what was going on.
“Adonai, never again will you be in that cage. You are safe with us. I give you my word.” She began to inch her way towards him, knowing well enough that if he felt threatened he could easily stop her from moving towards him. She took a deep breath and tried to will him to calmness. But he sensed her and moved back quickly.
“NO!” He yelled and moved to Morgan, kneeling quickly next to him. “You will help me?” He reached to take Morgan’s hand, but Morgan hesitated too, he had been blasted by Adonai’ energy before and wasn’t ready to get his head exploded again. The look in the boy’s eyes was deep hurt. He put his own hands to his head and put his head down to his knees and began to rock.
Morgan and Teelda locked eyes. The boy began to mumble under his breath, causing Morgan to take serious attention as to what the boy was doing.
“Adonai, listen to me. I’m sorry if you are frightened. Please settle down. No one will lock you up.” Morgan was afraid to touch the boy in this condition. He began to feel the waves of emotions building. Movement from behind Morgan made him look around. Christian moved slowly towards Adonai. He moved quietly behind him kneeling down and wrapping his arms around the boy, protecting him. Adonai held onto the arms and together they stood and moved back to Theron. All three once again connected. Christian had not said one word. In fact Teelda wondered if had even known what he had just done.

Morgan stood and moved to the table, sitting opposite where Adonai had been. The elder sat next to him.
“Ok, am I the only one who thinks that was very strange?” Morgan asked taking the shot of what ever Teelda had offered him.
“Well, at this moment, I have no idea what strange is.” Teelda answered.
“It will only get worse until Theron is healed. All three must be in perfect harmony with each other. The balance is far off now. Theron is barely connected to them. His own balance is tilting from one side to the other. He is not in this world half the time. But then again, neither is Christian. His balance seems worse than Theron. I worry about his mind.” The man drank his shot and looked at Morgan concerned.
“Morgan, Christian is moving back and forth along the time line. This is why he is insane one moment and zoned out the next. He can’t tell the difference between what is real and what a nightmare is. He is in danger of not coming back at all. But he must come back. He is an anchor to the other two. They all posses a part that must be connected to the other two. But, at the moment the balance is not stable. Theron is beyond our reach. Christian will only be helped by Adonai. So, how do we get the three of them in the same place?” All three at the table looked towards the three on the floor. How indeed.

As the sun began to rise and the darkness turned to light the small band of soldiers and elders prepared to move the three males to the waiting van. The last hour had been filled with cell calls made from the clearing, soldiers making sweeps consistently for the witches. Nothing had been found out of place. And this fact scared the shit out Morgan more than anything else at the moment. Why were they being so helpful? Why hadn’t they blown the door off the cabin and simply walked in and taken the three of them? Morgan knew they were capable of doing just that. But what were they doing? And when would they make the move to regain the three? Had they been ‘allowed’ to rescue them? This thought had been floating around in his head for awhile too.
But he had to push those thoughts away till later. He had to somehow manage to get all them to the van. Then move them to a safe house. Well a compound with more surveillance than fort Knox was more like it. And they had been informed about the conditions of the boys and had been assured that the best of the best within ‘his’ group were being brought in as he filled them in. They would be prepared for them. Doctors of all sorts. And an army if need be to keep them all intact,
Morgan wondered if anyone or anything would ever be prepared for these three once they were healed and fully awakened. What would their combined powers be like? He shuddered at the thought of them out of control and together.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“EASY! Don’t jostle them much, and take extra care with Theron. He may have internal damage, I don’t know for sure, but steady with him.” Morgan gave stern orders as they lifted him to the make shift stretcher. Teelda held onto Adonai’ hand and led him to the door following Theron. He turned nervously too looked at Christian.
“He’s coming too. No one is being left behind. Everything will be alright. I’m right here with you. LOOK AT ME ADONAI! LOOK INTO MY EYES. I’m with you.” She began walking him out of the door. He shook. She left his fear. She watched them bring Christian out behind them. He lay still on the stretcher.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The ride was long and tense. The van flanked on all sides by other vehicles, what troops had arrived in last night, were now being used as the protective convoy.
Adonai had wrapped his arms around Theron, with Christian on the other side of the injured soul, although Christian didn’t seem to even know he was in this world.
Morgan leaned against the front seat watching the three of them. Sitting at their feet. Teelda sat at the head of the group with her back to the back of the van. Together they tried to keep the energy contained in the back.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Their rooms are ready. And we have a large communal room set up in case they need to stay together. Are they still connected?” Dr. Olson asked, looking in the van door as the medical staff moved towards the party.
“Not as deeply as they have been. I feel Theron weakening. Travis, he’s slipping away. He’s the priority at the moment, medically.” Dr. Olson understood. He stood watching the old woman and Morgan bring out the only member of the little rag tag team who was conscience. And he was scared. But seemed to trust Morgan enough to allow himself to be taken into the building.
Theron was gently moved to a gurney and swiftly taken in. Christian was last, but by no means was over looked. The attention was overwhelming.
Adonai held onto to Teelda and Morgan. Morgan felt the fear and uncertainty course through him. And a few times the lights blinked in the room they were standing in. His breathing was fast and he trembled, his hands shaking uncontrollably.
“You’re safe. We’re all safe here.” Morgan told him softly.
“What is being done to Theron and Christian? Are they frightened?” Adonai asked. His face pale.
“They aren’t being hurt. And no I don’t think they are frightened. Do you want me to go and check on them?” Morgan asked. Adonai held his hand tighter.
“DO NOT LEAVE ME. PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE ME!” He cried.
“Alright. I won’t go right now. But in a little while I will. I have to see to them. Do you understand?” Morgan asked him. Adonai stared at him for a moment, seeming to read his mind.
“…I am sorry. I am forgetting you are more than protector. You are father. Father…” Adonai closed his eyes and Teelda felt memories sweep over her. They were warm and comforting…for a moment. Morgan looked at her and knew she was seeing his memories. He knew he was next. He could feel energy building around him but it wasn’t coming from Adonai. Before he could get a fix on it, he was on the floor looking up into the face of Travis.
“Ok, he’s coming around.” He held the vile under Morgan nose. “Come on old man, breath deep.” Morgan coughed and tried to turn his head from the smell. But it did do the trick and his brain was clearing. He looked up and tried to focus.
“You fainted. Teelda says you were blasted by a burst of energy. But says it didn’t come from Adonai. She was linked to him and didn’t get it. She said you went down like a sack of rocks.” He smiled and helped his friend off the floor.
“What do you remember?” Travis asked. Morgan sat down on couch and tried to think. The thoughts were jumbled and he wasn’t sure where his own thoughts and whomever’s he had intercepted started and ended.
“I’m not sure. They all seem like mine.” He realized that Adonai and Teelda weren’t in the room with him.
“Where did they go? Are they alright?” he was worried.
“Their just fine. The boy was afraid he had hurt you somehow, but she convinced him he hadn’t done anything to you. And they’ve gone off to check on Christian. Adonai was agitated and needed to see him for him self.”
“…Christian. It was Christian!” Morgan was off the couch and moving for the door. “Take me to him. Take me to him NOW!”
He tried to fill Travis in on what he thought had just happened while they walked.
“I just felt this blast and was falling…but not really falling. I was floating with him. He is floating in a line someplace. He keeps making stops. That’s what’s confusing him. He’s not moving in a straight line. He’s all over the place. One stop might be in an alley in eighteen hundreds England and the next he’s on a ship sailing from Spain in the thirteen hundreds. Then he’s walking in a field watching a Shepard during the time of…” He stumbled into the nearest wall as Travis and another doctor grabbed onto him. He held his head as he began to drift along with Christian.

CHRISTIAN AND THERON, PART 8

2006-11-05T22:09:00.000-08:00

Morgan and Teelda both felt the witch and wizard. They knew they had sensed them also. Morgan hoped they would still be hanging around once they entered the building. But he knew they wouldn’t be just waiting around for them. Not without having set traps upon traps. He also suspected that they would use Theron as a trap in some way. He prepared his thoughts. He didn’t care if they had read his mind. He was coming in, taking the boys and leaving. If they wanted to get in the way, or give him a fight. He would kill them. He had wanted to run that old bitch in for many years. And Chalon, now there was a being who had been on borrowed time for many century’s. Both were long overdue to meet their makers. Who ever the hell that might be.

He breathed deeply, centering himself. Building his own strength as they moved within sight.
There sitting in the middle of a dense forest stood a huge wooden house. Morgan couldn’t help to think of the fairytale of Hansel and Gretel and another witch who got what was coming to her. He heard Teelda giggle and knew she had picked up his thoughts. He didn’t look at her, he didn’t have too.

Morgan gave hand signals, the men moved into position. More on instinct, than anything visual. They had been trained to be soldiers. Damn good soldiers. And Morgan didn’t want to see any of them dead. But he knew that was always a possibility. Morgan and Teelda both ‘felt’ out the entrance. Nothing seemed out of place.
Then as if in a dream state, they charged the building. Morgan following two armed men into the front. The hall was empty. Nothing charged them. Nothing tried to stop them. Morgan knew that his men had the building surrounded. But that wouldn’t help them if the witch’s decided to put up a fight. Morgan stopped, letting the place talk to him. Where were the boys? Where was the other one? He felt Teelda move behind him. Any other time he would be pissed that a civilian had interfered and came in. But Teelda didn’t fit into any of those categories. She touched his back, and pointed at the two different directions in the hall. She motioned and went to the left. Morgan went right. Soldiers went both ahead and behind him. Four in all. He ‘felt’ his way down the hallway. Waiting for something large and evil to jump out at them. He couldn’t sense anything. All he felt was sick. He knew that there was power someplace here, strong power. But he couldn’t put his finger on it. And that made him nervous.

Teelda moved opposite. She felt the power surging and ebbing. She hadn’t felt this kind of presence before. Who was it? She moved slowly down the hallway. Anytime a soldier got into her way, she shoved him out of the way with her mind. To be trained to be prepared for anything, they were really babes in the woods. Morgan really needed to train these men himself. They would then at least have half a chance at staying alive.
Her thoughts were suddenly stopped as she felt herself nearly thrown back. She stood in front of what should have been a doorway. But something had put up a false front. There was a door behind this illusion. But who or what was behind it? The boy? Or the witch. She let her mind go beyond the blocked entrance and was promptly sent a wave of fear. She gasped at the intensity of fear.
“Morgan? Have you found anyone?” she spoke directly into the mind of Morgan.
“No, you?” Morgan answered. “Are you getting the ebbing? This is very bizarre.”
“I’ve found an enchanted door. Something is very frightened beyond it. If we both hit it we might be able to break the spell.”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes. I think I’m close to something. Hold on…” He didn’t finish. He felt more than heard his soldier’s disgust and empathy. He moved quickly into the room. There was a large wooden platform. Theron was bound, barely conscious upon it. His hands were tied to the top end, he was naked and bleeding. Morgan moved quickly to him, reaching out to touch his face. Theron jerked in fear. But the pain on his face told more than Morgan wanted to know.
“Teelda? I’ve got Theron. He’s hurt, but alive.” Morgan said in his thoughts.
Theron tossed his bruised head back and forth. Not knowing there was even anyone in the room with him. Morgan finally touched him. Bringing a muffled groan from the boy.
“Theron? Hold on, were getting you out of here.” Morgan began to take the gag from the boy’s mouth. But he was staggered by the ebbing again. Theron looked up into his eyes, but there was no recognition. Morgan knew he was probably in shock.
“Cut him loose, and get him the hell out of this room. Wait for us by the front door. Don’t try to take him outside yet. Wait for the old woman and myself. Otherwise, you might all be dead. I’m sure there are booby traps set all over this hell hole.” He took one more look at Theron and left the room as the men were cutting him loose.
Teelda swayed in front of the blank wall. Trying to make whomever was behind it know that she wasn’t going to hurt them.
“What or who is it?” Morgan asked moving next to her.
“I don’t know. I can’t get any visuals. But, I’m getting my ass kicked by the strength they have. If it is a ‘they’. Might be one very hurt and afraid being. Now, let’s see if we can’t bring this spell down. Shall we?” With that they both used all the power they each had to try and reflect some of the illusion back onto itself. After two minutes or so, a loud bang was heard and there stood an empty doorway. The sweat dripped for each of them. Teelda ran a hand over the door frame. “Its clean” and they moved inside.
In the center of the room, stood a gold cage. It appeared to be a huge bird cage of sorts. But instead of holding a bird, it held the prone body of a young male. He lay on a blanket on the floor of the cage. Teelda moved towards the bars but Morgan stopped her.
“Don’t you feel the energy? You touch that and it will fry you.” And he was right. The cage, like the door, held powerful energy. After more deflecting, the power went down, and the door opened. Once the energy dissipated, and the doorway seemed to be letting the waves of confusion out. The boy took a deep breath and tried to awaken from his sleep. Teelda knelt next to the naked youth.
“Careful. You don’t know what kind of state of mind he might be in.” Morgan said, moving to the other side of the dark haired boy. He looked at the familiar face.
“This is the one I saw earlier. Who could he be?” Morgan asked more of himself than Teelda.
“I’m not sure, but we have to get him out of here and find Christian. Those two aren’t going to stay gone for ever. If they are gone.” Morgan reached out to help the boy up, and was assaulted with thousands of flashes in his mind. He cried out, staggered back, letting go of the boy. Teelda grabbed Morgan and she too saw the images that were racing through Morgan’s mind. When they were over, Morgan threw up in the gold cage. Teelda looked at the boy who was now awake and staring back at them. Curious, but terrified.
“You alright Morgan?” Teelda asked quietly. Not wanting to startle the boy into defending himself in some way. The man was trying to catch his breath. He was watching the boy as much as he was watching them.
“Well, you didn’t have to nearly kill me with your thoughts, son. We’re not going to hurt you in any way. We’re here to get you out of this hell. Can you understand me? You have to go with us. All three of you have to go with us.” He watched the boy’s face change.
“Three? Three …of… us?” he spoke brokenly. Teelda looked at Morgan.
“Yes, there are two others here. We haven’t found one yet. Do you know where Christian is? We have Theron. Where is Christian?” Morgan asked. Images raced again through his mind. This time not as painfully, but the speed was making him sick.
“…slow it down. Please, slow down the pictures.” Morgan groaned. The boy tilted his head and shut his eyes. The images began to slow down. Morgan saw horrors.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Theron shivered in the hallway. His body was numb at least for the moment. His mind was trapped beneath Chalon. He couldn’t get the nightmare out of his thoughts. The look as he took him. The eyes looking down on him. The eyes…those eyes. The eyes that Theron could see in his mind. He was watching him. Theron screamed a blood curdling shriek that he couldn’t stop himself. The entire building seemed to tremble at the pain and fear in his voice.

The boy opened his eyes, looking at Teelda, releasing Morgan.
“He…is…in…pain. He…is…in …his…head.” The boy said looking back in forth at the two adults.
“Theron!” Teelda shouted as she stood, reaching out taking the boy by the arms lifting him from the floor. He didn’t try to stop her.
“He is my grandson. He belongs to me. Do you understand? We have to help him. We have to leave now.” She didn’t wait for him to answer. She led him towards the door, pulling Morgan off the floor as well. Morgan was in no condition to argue with her. Not that he would have anyhow. He wanted out of this madhouse. But he knew he had one more person to find first.
“Where is Christian? Where is he Teelda? We can’t leave him. Oh god, they didn’t take him with them did they?” the panic in his voice made the dark haired boy turn to look at him.
“No, He… is …here.” He pointed to the other end of the hall.” He took a breath and seemed to be getting stronger. More solid. His speech even was steadier, not as broken.
“He is here. But not here.”
Morgan had no idea what he meant but he didn’t care at this point. He moved them the two of them with him in the direction the boy had pointed.
The door was blocked by another spell. But Teelda took it down alone. Morgan was weakening. She could feel it. She knew she had to get him out of here soon also. It was draining him. She opened the door. As another scream was heard from Theron.
“Hurry! We have to get Theron out of here.” Morgan mumbled as they moved into the room. On a gold platform, lay Christian. Covered by a thin sheet. He was beautiful. And did not move. Morgan could feel life, but he was so far away.
As he moved closer to him. He felt Teelda pull him back.
“DON’T TOUCH HIM! You’ll kill him if you do. Not to mention there won’t be much left of your mind either.” She moved around the platform, feeling the energy surrounding it. She finally looked into the innocent face of the other boy and over to Morgan.
“They have him under deeply. He looks to be sleeping peacefully. But nothing could be farther from the truth. She’s had him in a hell of his own making all this time. It will be a wonder if he even has a mind left, after we awaken him.” She waved her hand over his body, deflecting the waves of assault with ease. The sparks of color that bounced off of her own aura was amazing. If Morgan hadn’t been getting weaker by the moment he would have enjoyed watching her.
“You are sick?” the boy asked looking at the man.
“Yes. I’m sick. This place is making me sick.” Morgan whispered back to him.
He turned to watch Teelda.
“He is in there. But very far away” The boy then suddenly straightened up and seemed afraid again.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Morgan asked risking touching his arm.
“They…are…coming.” He began to shake. He moved to the platform, and placed his hand on the forehead of Christian. Teelda was about to protest but didn’t have time. Christian let out a scream that rivaled Therons. He thrashed on the platform and fought until the boy leant down and kissed his forehead. Christian went limp at that point. “Leave…now! Please…” the boy holding Christian begged.
“You got it sport!” Morgan looked up to see two of his men standing in the door. “Get them. Let’s get out of here. Were about to be attacked if we don’t” Within moments, Teelda was seeing the shattered soul of her grandson. She helped to lift him to his feet, but he was too weak to walk on his own. A soldier came and slung him over his shoulder as Theron passed out. They moved quickly through the woods, Morgan knew he had to get them all to a safe and protected place. But, where? They couldn’t stay here. And he wasn’t about to take them back to the organization. They would have a field day poking and prodding this new boy. He thought to himself he would need to ask him what to call him. What his name was?
“Adonai” The boy answered. Morgan looked at him. He knew he had only thought the question. But Adonai smiled for the first time.
“My name is Adonai” And left it at that.

CHRISTIAN AND THERON, PART 7

2006-11-05T22:06:00.000-08:00

Landry moved through the village, stealth wasn’t what he was about tonight. He already knew they were gone. He’d been to the cabin and his men were making a perimeter sweep. He stopped to speak to one of the younger members of his team. They looked up as an old woman walked towards them. The younger man looked up wary of the woman. She squinted her eyes and passed by, only saying one word acknowledging his boss. “Morgan”.
Landry spoke back, looking into the eyes of the old woman.
“Teelda” and that was that. They both continued to ignore the other.
“You know her?” the younger man asked, watching the woman move away.
“In another life. A long time ago.” They spoke for a moment, Landry giving him more orders. When he moved away to complete his orders. Landry looked over at the woman. She was standing staring into the fog. Landry moved towards her. He walked and stood next to her. They both looked deeply into the void.
“We’ll find them. I wouldn’t be back to this pit of a place if I didn’t think I could get him…them back.” Landry spoke, his voice taking on almost a caring tone.
“Well you better do it soon. That damn witch has my child and I want him back among those who would take care of him.”
“Well, from where I’m standing it doesn’t look like ‘his’ people took very good care of anything. Does it?” he turned to accept the venom in her stares. “And just how the hell did that bitch just walk in here, grab them both and casually walk back out? Tell me how she managed that? Teelda old girl I think you’re loosing your power and ability to keep your family safe.” She nearly spit out her reply.
“Family? How dare you stand there and lecture me on ‘family’. She snarled for a second, and then calm returned. She looked off into the distance, seeming to be listening. “Please get them back. They will kill him. He’s not dead yet. But soon he will wish he were. Morgan, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t feel it too. And don’t you even say it’s your job. This has absolutely nothing to do with that good for nothing shit for brains group who think you work for them. You are here for one reason and one reason only. You know we can’t let Anoka and Chalon keep either of them.” She looked at Landry.
“Morgan. I fucked up. I should have known she was up to something devious when Chalon started showing up in my dreams.”
“When did that bastard show up? Teelda why the hell didn’t you contact me? Why didn’t someone let me know that Chalon was dipping his fingers in the proverbial ‘lets take over the world and be emperor’ pot?” He paused thinking. “I think the better question should be, ‘why the hell didn’t I sense his being around?’” they both looked at the other, neither saying anything. There was nothing to say.
Another man moved to report towards them. The body language changed and they returned to enemies.
“…you just make sure you take all of your stink away with you when you leave these woods” she turned snarling at Landry’s man.
“…I’m not the one who stinks, you bitch!” Landry spit back out. Turning to address the man staring at the confrontation.
Teelda chuckled to herself as she turned to see the Morgan looking over the shoulder of the man he was talking too. He smiled half a smile before the man saw. They had pretended to be enemies for so long it came naturally to them both.
She thought to herself. “Well Morgan Landry, now is your time to shine. Get my boy back and I swear Anoka will find herself in dire need of a life-force. I will finally do away with that thorn in my side, once and for all. And together, we will finish off that old wizard. He’s due to die. And I want to see you stick that knife in his sawdust of a heart.” She laughed out loud and moved to her own cabin. She had things to divine. And things to see. First she had to dispense of this fog. A spell, granted, but basically just an annoying one. And the sun wasn’t going to rise until she and Morgan had those boys out of the clutches of those two.
Anoka might think herself a powerful creature, but Teelda was going to enjoy beyond measure watching her die. And if she was correct, and the time had finally come, Anoka was about to see real power unfold all around her. She cackled and her body shook as she laughed a hearty laugh. Yes indeed, power was all around her.

~ ~ ~

Landry gave orders. The discussions were over, he had spoken to the elders, the village scouts and anyone else who might have any idea where they could have taken the young men. The elders seemed to be drifting in and out of some sort of trance state. Morgan sat watching them. He could feel knowledge and wisdom moving between them. He had never needed nor had he ever wanted to be a part of this tribe. But right now, this is where he felt he needed to be. Someone took his hand, bringing his thoughts back to the circle. The ancient man smiled a warm smile at Morgan and pulled Morgan’s thought back into the collective.
When Morgan finally opened his eyes. The group sat staring at him. He focused his eyes and saw that Teelda had joined the group. She too was smiling warmly at him.
“What? What did I do wrong this time?” Morgan whispered. His thoughts were racing.
“You did what you wanted to do. You know where the fortress is. And I laugh at the word fortress at this moment. That shack will come down upon the heads of anyone who gets in the way.” Morgan Landry closed his eyes. The present had no hold upon him. He watched as the woods unfolded before him. The path and obstacles were all laid out for him to see. A map wouldn’t have been so clear. He marveled at the landscape. Until his mind moved swiftly into the interior of the prison. He gasped at the pain. The agony that had occurred within those walls. He saw Theron, he saw Christian. Then his mind wandered away and he saw something he hadn’t expected to see. Another. Another prisoner in a cage of sorts. He jumped, opening his eyes and closing his mind.
“Who else do they have in there? I saw another.”
“What? I didn’t sense anyone else besides Anoka and Chalon. Teelda said, looking to the others. No one had sensed or seen anyone either. Morgan felt confusion on their part, but he was certain he had seen another male, around the same age as Theron and Christian. A dark haired boy. And he was either sleeping, or was dead.
Within moments after centering himself, Morgan, Teelda and his team were moving through the woods. The fog had lifted. In fact it had pretty much lifted in the form of a path. A path right into the ‘fortress’ of two powerful witches’.
One of Landry’s men moved up to the other side of Landry and Teelda. The foot soldier looked at the form of the old woman and asked quietly of Landry. “You think she can keep up? She looks feeble and weak.” Landry gave him a death stare.
“Son, if you want to see the sun rise tomorrow. DO NOT under estimate anyone or anything in these woods. That will get you very dead, very quickly.” With that Landry and Teelda moved ahead of the embarrassed soldier.

~ ~ ~
“Once we move inside the building, there will be two directions. Off shoots of the same hallway. It seems they each have different places. Anoka’s goes to the left, while Chalon’s goes towards the right. They must need separate space to do what ever magic they are doing.” Teelda paused for a second. “But there seems to be another room. It sits towards the back. I can’t see what is beyond the door, but there is something.” She looked up at Morgan. “Perhaps this is where the other boy is being kept. Hmm, interesting. Why don’t we sense his presence? Did you sense anything different or special about this one?” Teelda asked not really needing a reply. “Of course he is special in some way, or he wouldn’t be in there. They aren’t the sentimental types.” They continued to walk.

CHRISTIAN AND THERON, PART 6

2006-11-05T22:04:00.000-08:00

He couldn’t fight, nor could he stop them from taking him. The forceful hand still covered his mouth.
He was then moving. The silence from his abductors was eerie.
He expected them to talk to each other, about something, anything. But silence was all that surrounded him. He was held against one of the larger men while his hands were tied behind him. He took his one chance to struggle, to hopefully break free.
He yanked one arm free as they looped the rope around his left wrist, he connected with flesh, but nothing much else. The surprise move afforded him two seconds of a scream as the hand was slapped from his face. He yelled, but, the sound died quickly in his throat as something struck him forcefully on the back of his head. He fell into the arms of four men.
They felt for him, feared for him actually. They had no choice but to follow orders. Whether or not he would survive this wasn’t up to them. Not many men did survive. And if they did, they prayed that they hadn’t. The torments Chalon was capable of were devilish in the kindest of terms. He could be the devil; at the very least he was as a powerful witch, as Anoka. And his dungeon was legend.
The type of legend that nightmares were born of.
They lifted and carried the bound prisoner towards his doom.
~ ~ ~

Landry moved towards the village. The fog troubled him. There shouldn’t be fog tonight. Nothing indicated that this was coming in. His scalped tingled and he felt his heart skip. This wasn’t right. This was a powerful spell. And he hoped it wasn’t cast by whom he was pretty damn sure had cast it. Anoka. That bitch was back to give him hell. But he would kill her once and for all this time. He spoke out loud to himself.

Christian lay on the bed. Anoka moved around him, preparing a drink that she would force him to drink later. She finally had the real thing. This time she had found him. No more mistakes and fumbles. Theron had delivered him, and all that was missing was a large red bow. She laughed thinking of how innocent Theron was. If he survived the night with Chalon, she would keep him. Even with his body broken, as long as his mind wasn’t completely destroyed, she might be able to train him. He was after all the prince… She tilted her head back and howled with amusement. Christian didn’t hear anything. He was lost in his private hell.

~ ~ ~

Theron began to open his eyes. His head pounded. His body ached. When he could finally realize what was happening, he wished he had stayed sleeping.
Chalon was moving about the room. Room was an understatement, hell was more like it. Theron was bound by his hands face down on a platform. The platform perhaps was two feet off the ground, but wide enough that his arms wouldn’t be able to move to either side. If his hands were free. They were bound together at the wrists. Then another rope was tied to the top of the platform and connected them together. His legs weren’t bound. He was gagged so screaming or arguing was useless.
“So, you’ve come round. Good, I’m not a patient man, as you will soon learn.” He touched Theron’ back, making him jump slightly. Theron trembled. As much from fear as anger.
“You are beautiful. I’ve heard many tales of your exploits boy. Shall we see if they were fact or fiction?” he sneered as he slapped Theron’ ass with his bare hand. Theron waited for the sting to fade. He could only see parts of Chalon’ movements. He prayed he wasn’t about to beat him with a whip or something worse. He lay waiting for the real pain to begin. And in his mind, he tried to find Christian. The connection was gone. What had the witch done to him? He moaned thinking of what Christian was going through…as the leather strap made the first contact with his back. His muffled yell made Chalon laugh.
~ ~ ~

Landry and his team walked through the village. He didn’t care what they said or did. He would not let a bunch of elders, no matter how old or wise they thought themselves, tell him what he could or couldn’t do. Much less if he was allowed to come here. He clenched his teeth and for a second wished someone would confront him. His hand tightened on the gun in his pocket. His anger was rising, but he must keep this anger in check…at least for the moment.

~ ~ ~

Theron was covered in stripes. His back, thighs and ass were crisscrossed with red belt marks. He gritted his teeth and tried to find Christian in his mind. It took him a few seconds before he came to the sudden realization that the beating had ended. He tried to steady his breathing. It was difficult enough to breath through his nose with the gag between his teeth.
He lay with his head on the matt below him. He could hear Chalon coming back to him. He tensed waiting for a biting slap, but it didn’t come. Instead Chalon moved to his side, lifted Theron’ head with his hair and stared into his face a moment.
“Shall we find out what you are truly made of?” and with that he placed a small disc the size of half dollar on Theron’ forehead. He held it there for a few seconds until Theron tensed and began to struggle. Chalon knew it was taking hold.
“There is no use in fighting it boy. The disc will imbed itself into your mind. It will not release until I release it from its duty.” The pain was blinding. Theron screamed both verbally and mentally.
Landry raised his hand to his head. The pain was momentary, but blinding. He knew Theron was in trouble.
“Now, you will discover soon that you’re body and your mind belong to me. And yes, one will act without the consent of the other. Your body will respond, even while your mind demands it doesn’t.”
Chalon moved Theron on the platform. He pulled his lower body around until it hung over the side. His feet touched the floor. He felt the cold touch of Chalon. He gently ran his hand over Theron’ back. The cold was shocking and both relief and painful to his bruised and battered back. He found himself relaxing into this touch. And he was repulsed by him touching him, but couldn’t fight the feeling of semi pleasure.
Chalon’ hands moved over and down Theron. Theron tried to fight the feelings, but couldn’t.
“I’ve wondered for a very long time what you would be like in this position. And now I’m about to find out.” Theron felt the cold hands rubbing his cheeks and knew what Chalon was going to do. He yelled into the gag, trying to voice his anger. Chalon ignored him.
He slid one finger then another into the bound body. Theron grimaced each time, trying to leave this place in his mind.
“Could it be possible that Theron the whore really isn’t a whore after all? Has no one been here before tonight boy? Well this will be more fun than I had anticipated.” He continued to probe and pull. He moved from the bed, returning with a large phallus and worked that into the tight body.
“You will find this to be a blessing later. I’m very large and you will take all of me. So, relax and open to me.” He forced the phallus in and out. The sweat Theron was producing helped to let it slide in. He felt the disc on his forehead vibrate and he involuntarily lifted his hips to allow Chalon easier access to him.
“Good boy!” Chalon whispered as he rubbed his hand over the abused bottom. “See your body does know what I expect of you after all. So, let’s proceed and let this body welcome me completely.” Chalon pulled the phallus one last time out and tossed it into a box near the floor. Theron heard him removing his robe and felt him move closer to him. He tensed waiting for the brutal rape. But nothing happened.
He was suddenly moved on the platform. He was flipped over and straightened out. Chalon moved from Theron’ feet up. He lifted Theron’ knees and spread them, making a large M. Theron tried in vain to fight him. But couldn’t move. The only movement from all his struggling was his muscles shook slightly. Chalon laughed at him.
“I told you, your body will respond to me, not to your emotions or thoughts. Now it will respond in other ways for me, boy.” With that he moved between Theron’ legs, lifting and putting something beneath his lower back, to make Theron more open to him. Theron began to shake from his anger and humiliation. His thoughts began to drift to another time. He had only been with two other men this way, and the first didn’t count. It was against his will, and forced upon him. The second was Christian.
Theron felt the huge hard member began to push into him. The head made its way into him, he cried out, but it didn’t make any difference. Chalon then lay still for a moment; Theron knew it had nothing to do with his comfort. Chalon was watching his face for signs of pain. Then he began the first journey into him. And he nearly passed out from the pain. Chalon must have been at least ten inches, but the pain was mostly from the girth. He was huge, and Theron felt himself stretching beyond anything anyone could expect. He knew he would be torn apart before this was over and began to drift away. A sudden slap brought him fully back to the moment.
“You will stay here and give me your attention as I fuck you Theron. I want you to know what is happening to you. Who is within the walls of your body?” He thrust forward and Theron’ scream made Chalon harder, if that was possible.
At some point during this, Theron did manage to drift to memories, he wondered if Chalon allowed him to do so, because the memory was of something similar.
Theron was but a teenager, sixteen perhaps when he was attacked and drug into the woods behind the village. The man was known to him, but Theron had never had any dealings with him. He had always thought him insane and avoided being around him. But now, here he was, being beaten and thrown to the ground. Theron tried to fight his attacker but he was older, larger and more than a little crazed. Theron tried to scream, but he always had a hand over his mouth. The man managed to get them both partially naked and thrust himself into the virgin ass. Theron felt his soul damaged. He willed himself to die, but he never left that moment. The man never embedded himself fully, but the brutal jabs were enough to send waves of pain throughout the boy. Theron lay there resigned to let it finish, and never to speak of it to anyone. He was degraded and hurt. He felt the tears flow from his eyes as the man jammed himself into him.
Then there came a sound from behind, Theron thought for an instant it was an animal of some sort, but the sound behind him, and the movement of the man laying on him, and inside him, told him otherwise. The man gurgled and slumped off of him. Theron couldn’t move. But did feel the body being drug off of him. He lifted his head to see Teelda and a few of the village men standing over him. He closed his eyes in shame. He didn’t have the strength to even speak to them. Teelda leaned down, touching his face, and he felt himself being wrapped in a blanket. He looked up, and saw the understanding faces of the two men who accompanied his grandmother. They lifted and carried him from that spot. He glanced one look at the dead man, lying with his throat cut. He then saw the blade Teelda held. She had dispatched his attacker to the next world in total silence. Theron passed out, and that was that. She told him later that the woods had summoned her to help him. It knew he was in danger and he needed to be saved. She said she felt in the mans soul that he would have killed Theron after he had finished. They never spoke of it again. No one did.

Theron drifted back to the present and Chalon was watching him intensely. He knew what had happened to the boy, and he was repeating it. But this time, there would be a finish. And another and another before Chalon moved off the platform and his bound, nearly conscience prisoner.

CHRISTIAN AND THERON, PART 5

2006-11-05T21:59:00.000-08:00

They lay in bed, touching the sheen and sweat on the other’s body. Theron leaned down and kissed Christian tenderly. They both kept open their eyes. No surprises, just skin, against glorious skin.

Teelda sat among the others and voiced her opinion. She told of what she had seen, what she knew. They listened carefully. Each adding a thought or feeling to the pot.

Theron dressed after their shower. He kept watching Theron. He moved like a graceful creature. Theron had never felt this way about anyone before. He was completely taken by this man.
He kissed the forehead of Christian.
“Listen, I have to go back to the car, I have to make a few calls, and I need to cancel some things. The cell won’t work up here, too far from the tower I guess. But, I won’t be gone long. If you need anything, grandmother is right down the hill. Ok?” He smiled a charming, disarming smile.
“I think I can stay here for half an hour without just shriveling into nothing before you get back.” Christian joked back.
“Alright, but don’t wander off to far. These woods have been known to have more than a few nasty things that might drag off a pretty thing like yourself for their own.” He laughed, but beneath the smile he was serious.
“Go! I’ll be just fine. I’ll stay right here and wait for my prince to return. That is if I don’t puke first. Why are you being so medieval? I’m not locked in some tower waiting for my prince to rescue me Theron. I’m sitting right here, smack dab in 2004.” He kissed Theron and smacked his ass, pushing him out the door.
~ ~ ~

Theron wondered where everyone had gotten off to as he moved silently through the village. He moved down the path that led back to road and field where he had parked the car. He opened the trunk, taking out the handgun; he kept for his own protection. He suddenly felt he needed it. He knew in his gut that the elders would protect him, but he needed it to reassure himself that he could do the same for Christian. He flipped open the phone and dialed.
~ ~ ~

Christian moved about the cabin. He made the bed; he picked up the towel on the floor and put it into a laundry bag. He moved to the back door and looked out. The garden was beautiful. It looked like something out of a city landscape. He opened the door and slowly moved out. The garden seemed to call to him.
He had never seen half of the things growing here. The colors were brilliant and in full bloom. He wandered among the plants, bushes and trees. The different smells were amazing. He took his time to look at all the different and strange plants.
He noticed a small rabbit sitting watching him, and Christian began to move towards it. He felt something brush his leg and the pain shot up his leg. He jumped and tried to see what he had gashed his leg on.
He looked down expecting to find blood, but nothing seemed wrong. He rubbed his calf up and down it was tingling and the nerve sensations felt as if they were screaming. He felt light headed and moved towards a bench.
He thumped down, still rubbing his burning lower leg. His head was spinning and he felt as if he hadn’t slept in days. He struggled to get back into the cabin. His thoughts were becoming muddled and more unclear by the second.
He finally managed to get inside and into the bathroom. He pulled up the pant leg expecting to find torn and gashed skin. There was nothing more than a scratch.
Christian removed his jeans and put a cold wet rag on his calf and stumbled into the bed. He closed his eyes and lay still. He was awake but couldn’t do much more than just lay there. He wished Theron would hurry back. He felt nervous and scared.
The sound of the door closing made him think Theron was in the room.
“Theron? Theron I’m hurt. It doesn’t look like it but I am…” he didn’t finish the sentence, because the thought was buried within his mind.
“Shh, now don’t worry about injury and hurt. Sleep. Now sleep and dream of what is to be.” With that Anoka brushed her finger tips across his forehead, lightly brushing the hair from the brow. Her finger tips were cold as ice and burned like fire. She touched him lightly and whispered for him to sleep and dream.
Christian felt her touch, heard her whisper and began to fall into a pit.
~ ~ ~

Theron felt the pain and dropped the phone. He jerked upright, grabbing his gun and running towards his cabin. His mind in a panic. He knew Christian was in danger. He bypassed the village proper and went up the back. This would take off a few minutes anyhow. He didn’t know what was happening, but he knew something horrible had occurred. His grandmother’s words screamed in his head. “DON’T LEAVE HIM ALONE. YOU CAN’T LEAVE HIM ALONE!” How could he have been so stupid? He had done exactly what Teelda had told him not to do.
He jumped over a log, crashing to the ground, the wind knocked out of his lungs for a moment. He was back up, stumbling and crashing towards his cabin in seconds. Christian needed him. And he wouldn’t let him down again.

Theron crashed though the back door. His breathing coming hard, he took one look at the figure leaning over Christian on the bed and his heart nearly stopped beating. She was things that nightmares were made of. Anoka. The great witch.
She lifted her head and smiled an evil smile at him.
“You’re too late. He belongs to me now.” She touched his cheek and Theron screamed.
“DON’T TOUCH HIM! GET AWAY FROM HIM, HE’S NOT YOUR’S!” Theron began to move but suddenly he felt as if he were moving in thick water. His movements were in slow motion. The witch laughed a hearty laugh at his expense.
“Has Teelda not taught you anything at all child? Has she suckled you all these years to let me walk into your home and take both you and this one without even a slight fight from his protector? I’m deeply disappointed.” She laughed again as Theron kept trying to get to Christian. Anoka made a motion with her hand and men came behind Theron grabbing him, holding him immobile. He struggle and tried to scream, but a hand was slapped over his mouth, silencing him.
She moved towards him. Anoka stood in front of her captive and raised her hand to touch him. He struggled backwards trying to avoid contact with her. She smiled and ran her finger over his forehead and he slumped into the arms of his abductors. Her voice was thick and syrupy. He tried to follow what she was saying but it was nearly impossible. Until he heard the name she spoke that sent shivers up his spine. Chalon. If he were here Theron knew they didn’t stand a chance against them. They could do anything they wanted with Christian and himself. Not even the elders would be able to help him now. The thought of where the elders were had finally occurred to him. Where was Teelda? Why hadn’t she of all people felt this witch in the village? And why weren’t they pounding on the door trying to get them away from her?
“Because I’ve put up a wall between us and them my pet. You really are lacking the basics aren’t you? A pity really. I always thought you were a natural. Teelda did not do you justice in trying to protect you. A real pity.” She moved away and the man moved into view. Theron felt himself tremble. Chalon quickly looked at Christian, the two witches whispered and he moved to Theron.
“This one will suit me perfectly.” He looked Theron up and down, touching him here and there. Theron struggled but was too weak to be much of a help to himself or Christian.
“Take him. And bring that one carefully.” Chalon motioned to the men in the cabin. Theron saw them wrap Christian in the blanket and lift him from their bed. He didn’t respond in any way.
They brought them outside and to Therons amazement the entire village and woods were shrouded in a deep fog. There movements went unnoticed. Besides not being able to fight, he could hardly see anything either. Something was placed over his eyes at this point.
“You have no need to know where you are going pet. Just relax and think about what plans Chalon has in store for you.” She laughed again and it sent shivers up Therons entire body.

Christian and Theron- Chapter 4

2006-07-26T00:37:00.000-07:00

Landry scanned the computer screen. He knew that there had to be something he was missing. He had re-read all the latest data three times. His couriers had been to Theron’ apartment a dozen times, the two men had seemed to have vanished. He wasn’t exceptionally worried when he couldn’t find them the first night; he figured they had gotten off to a quiet corner or bed someplace. But, by noon the following day, no one had seen Theron. His friends and neighbors said he hadn’t been around for awhile.
It hadn’t been hard for Landry to suspect who Christian was. Now if he could just figure out WHERE Theron had taken Christian. Landry wasn’t really worried though; he was very good at finding people, even those who didn’t want to be found.

He sat looking at the blinking screen. A familiar voice sounded…YOU HAVE MAIL. He clicked, opened and quickly read the two paragraphs. He smiled knowing he had them.
They had been seen traveling to Samheim. He flipped open his cell, dialed and waited for the voice on the other end.

“He’s taken him to the cottage.” Landry both said and typed at the same time. He sent the message out to his best ‘couriers’. They would meet him in an hour and they would go and retrieve the two men.
“I’m on it. I’ll have them out of there before nightfall. Sooner, if that idiot Theron doesn’t put up much of a fight. I’m sure this one is just a conquest. He won’t have any idea how close he’s come to…” he didn’t finish. His email began to return with confirmations. They would all be waiting for him. Prepared to walk in, take the boys and walk out. The old woman would have already dispatched them by nightfall anyhow. And what was Theron doing bringing new comers to the village? This wasn’t his usual behavior.
Landry had kept tabs on him long enough to know his patterns. He would pick up a pretty, young guy, bring him back to his flat, keep him for a day or so, and then move on to the next one. He hadn’t brought one back to Samheim in two years. What was it about this one? What was going on? Landry moved to the closet. He took out a change of clothes, laid his gun and holster on the bed. He looked at himself in the mirror and wondered how many more years he would be able to pull off this look? He appeared to be mid forties, but if outsiders actually could guess his correct age they wouldn’t believe it anyhow. The same with the old woman. He wondered if Theron himself even had a clue to her true age. He walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower, steam rising to fill the room. A mist closed around him until he was drifting with in his own memories.
He stepped into the water and let it sooth him. The water combined with the fog always cleared his thoughts, making him clearer, more attuned to his purpose, his job.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Christian walked in a grand garden, it had taken him awhile to calm down, and Theron finally had convinced him nothing sinister was going on. And he would take him back to the city in the morning if he still wanted to go.
Christian couldn’t believe how beautiful it all was. He felt as if he had wandered into a fairytale.
The colors were crisp and vibrant. Theron smiled watching his lover move through the paths. He had spent many weekends planning this design. He had help with up keep though, the elders over saw his cottage and grounds when he wasn’t around. He knew he should come more often. But he was young, he wanted to party and have fun. Not just sitting around listening to myths and ancient legends which held no interest for him at all. Those stories…well, that’s all they were to him really, just Stories.
He pushed the guilty feelings down. He had other pressing matters at hand. Mainly his cock, which had risen while watching Christian move gracefully. He himself didn’t understand what it was with this one. He smiled to his self wondering if maybe he might be his soul mate. Maybe he had found a nice, young man to settle down with after all. As his grandmother had said.
He moved behind him and gently kissed the back of his neck.
“Let me show you the inside of my home. Mainly the bed.” He whispered as he ran his hands over Christian’s torso.
“And you think I’m that kind of boy? Just follow you into your bed and let you have your way with me?” Christian whispered back.
“Well, as for what kind of boy you are…I think you will not be disappointed if you come home with me little boy.” He nibbled and squeezed the pointy nipples under the shirt. Christian groaned and shut his eyes. They moved to the door and slipped inside.

Teelda, raised her head and looked in the direction of Theron’ cabin. She smiled and shook her head. “Those boys!. Don’t boys ever get enough of one another?” She walked back into her cottage deep in thought, thinking of what she had seen in the tea leaves and what Christian had told her while he was dreaming. She wrapped her cape around her shoulders and walked down towards the Elders encampment. They would have sensed this upon them entering Samheim. Maybe they would be able to see what piece would be played next in this generations old game of life, death and rebirth.

Christian and Theron - Chapter three

2006-07-23T23:08:00.000-07:00

“I have to go out for a bit, I’ll bring back breakfast, please stay.” Theron whispered to the prone body next to him. Christian groaned a yes and slipped back into a dream.

“I have a strange problem. Can we meet you in the village today?” Theron asked his grandmother on the end of his cell phone. He knew it wouldn’t take her long to get to the village. He knew she was making her monthly trip into town. And he could get a hold of her.
He wandered back towards his building with sacks of food and a resolve to try and figure out what had happened last night.
Christian was up, showered and dressed when Theron came in with food and coffee. He could smell it from across the room.
“Oh you’re up, good; I thought you might sleep all day sleeping beauty.” Theron teased as he unpacked the goodies.
“I wasn’t sure if I should be here when you came back or not. I almost left ten times. But, I kept changing my mind, hence here I stand.” He smiled as he confessed.
“I’m very glad you’re still here.” Theron moved to him, and gently kissed him. Nothing strange or unusual occurred.

They sat eating and reading the TIMES Theron broached the subject of taking a road trip.
“Listen if you’re not doing anything today, why don’t you take a ride with me. I have to check on my grandmother and I’d rather not drive all the way out there alone.” he lied. “Want to come along? I promise to make it worth your while” his hand ran up the inside of Christian’s thigh and they both smiled.
“Well, how could I possibly pass up an offer like that? Sure, I’ll go with you. Where are we going to?” Christian asked while shoving the last of the bagel into his mouth.
“You look good with your mouth full.” Theron teased, making Christian blush. “It’s about an hour from here. She lives in a very cool area south of town. You’ll love it. I’ve always felt lost in time there.” He didn’t sense the sudden tension in his partner.

The drive was quiet, nice. The countryside came up faster than Christian would have thought. One moment they were in the city, the next it was woods and tall grass everywhere.
“Did you grow up out here?” Christian asked looking out the window.
“Pretty much. My parents were never around much. Father figure was in and out of my early life, and my mother really didn’t have much need for another male who couldn’t do anything for her. So, my grandmother and the elders raised me. Don’t worry, I’m not all depressed about not have parents; they were a pain in my ass most of the time when they were around. I remember thinking when my mother would stop by on her once or twice a year stops, what the hell did she want? And I was glad to see her leave again. I was a hell raiser and I’m sure she didn’t want to have to deal with another man, young or old who gave her grief.”
“What are Elders?” Christian asked. “As in the church?”
“Well, something like that. You’ll see when we get there; the community is very close nit. They all watch out for each other. The elders were sort of like extended family, heck some of them probably are related here and there. I could never figure out who was who, it really didn’t matter. Any one of them could snatch me up and beat my ass for being a brat. And it was perfectly alright. I knew I couldn’t get away with everything, but hell I did try.” He laughed.
“Do you ever see your parents now?”
“No, I sometimes wonder if some guy might be him coming out of a pub or something. It doesn’t really matter, really. I always thought of him as more of a sperm donor anyhow. My grandmother never spoke his name, heck she barely speaks my mothers name without spitting on the ground afterwards.” He chuckled and Christian look at him strange.
“She doesn’t like your mother either? Is she your mother’s mother?”
“Yeah, but my mother…well, my mother was pretty much a whore. And I guess there was some dispute as to who might have actually been my father at one point. The legend, according to my grandmother, as she speaks it is my mother was betrothed to a man whom she had already sacked out with, and the elders and council wanted him to be her husband and the father of her children. New blood for the line, or something like that. But, my mother being the run around that she was met my father about the same time and then there was a dispute for a long time as to which man was my father. I really could care less which one it is, because one is a drunk and the other I don’t think I’ve ever met.
The way I have it figured out, the one whom they all wanted turned out to take one look at me and took a walk. While the other just wanted out no matter what it took to do it. The few times I do remember meeting him when I was a little kid he always seemed nervous or scared. But my grandmother does have that effect on people some times.” He laughed a hearty laugh and patted Christian on the thigh. “But don’t worry, she knows I like boys and she doesn’t have a problem with it at all. In fact I think she was the first person to actually come out and say it. She was like “Theron when are you going to find a nice boy and settle down? I must have been in my late teens. She’s always been a matchmaker. But I think she always felt that my mother tarnished her reputation as a good one by not listening to her warnings and not taking her advice and council.” They turned onto a lain, which looked to lead into a cow pasture.
The drive went on until Christian couldn’t even see the sky any longer. The forest was all around them. He thought if he looked hard enough he would see Robin Hood standing next to a log or stream. The winding road finally led them to a clearing which ended there drive.
“Now we walk. Its not far now, a ways up that way and then we’ll be home.”
Christian didn’t miss the we part. He wouldn’t be home; he’d never been here before. But he got out and began to walk. The quiet was amazing. Once he became too adjusted to the silence he realized it wasn’t silent at all. There were birds singing, chipmunks chattering and all sorts of things grunting, groaning or just making noise.

They walked into the past. Theron took Christians hand and led him into the village if you could call it that. Yes, there were houses, more like cabins, a town square of sorts and a large fire pit. Christian wondered if they burned witches or something. Theron seemed to read his mind and laughed and hugged him.
“Don’t freak on me now, no one is burning anyone. I used to imagine the same thing when I was a child. But, I swear I’ve never seen it happen.” He laughed at the worried look on Christians face.
“Come on, her house is just around the next turn.” The people who were out working or just sitting watched them walk past, Theron waved or shook hands they all seemed happy to see him but Christian couldn’t help but get the feeling he was being judged by all of them. He wondered if he would pass their scrutiny and be allowed to date Theron.
They walked around the bend and came to a lovely cottage. Christian saw a woman bent over picking up a kitten, she didn’t turn around.
“Well, are you two going to just stand there or are you going to give an old woman a hand.” Theron smiled and went to help her with about a half dozen small kittens, corralling them into a large box. He kissed her on the top of her head and waved Christian over.
She turned and looked into his eyes. “Well, you must be my Therons newest beau. Well, come in and let me get a good look at you lad.” They then followed her into her home. The fireplace took almost an entire wall. Christian was in shock. This was something out of a fairy tale. All that was missing was the large cauldron in the middle bubbling.
The woman moved easily and before they had removed their jackets and sat down at the table she had tea and cakes on the table. She handed each a painted cup with a saucer. She sat across from the two and looked at each. She poured the tea, taking care to pour gently, Christian didn’t know why, but he was to shy to ask.
“She will read your leaves once you’ve finished.” Theron said again anticipating his thoughts.
They sat talking about mundane things while they drank the tea. Christian wasn’t normally a tea drinker but this brand had an aftertaste which tasted of honey and anise perhaps, then after another sip, he thought of cinnamon and cloves. He couldn’t pin down what the taste was. He finally was finished and she took the cup from him. She held her hand over the top and then lifted the cup up to peer inside. After long moments, she did the same with Theron’ again, she sat quietly. She looked back and forth between the two cups. Finally she stood, went to a cabinet and retrieved a wrapped bundle; she laid the bundle between the two cups. Carefully she peeled back the layers, between the protections of cloth lay sticks with markings. She lifted them and dropped them on the table. She looked at them from every angle and then lifted one at a time, studying them then putting them back into the wrappings.
“So, tell me about these dreams you have young man? What scares you the most about them? Tell me what your fears are?” she asked him these things so matter of fact that he didn’t know what to say.
“Close your eyes if that will help. Just let the words flow to me.” The old woman crooned. Christian closed his eyes and the sensation of flowing back and up was over powering
.
He awoke in a large bed. It was dark outside and he could hear the voice of Theron talking quietly. Christian stood up and walked to the open door and peered out. Theron turned and smiled at him.
“You feeling better?” He moved towards him, but Christian held a hand between them, looking at the woman standing in the kitchen.
“What did you do to me? What happened to me?” Christian’s anger was evident.
“Christian, you just fell asleep, don’t you remember me walking you to the bed. You said you were very tired after we talked and I helped you to bed.” Theron tried to explain.
“That’s a lie! I wasn’t tired. I was sitting at that table, I drank her tea and then I was floating. I was in those woods, I was running, and I was trapped. I was floating back and forth. Again, I ask you…WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME? WHAT WAS IN THAT TEA?” His voice was directed at the woman watching him without emotions.
“Very interesting Theron. Christian please sit down.” She motioned for him to take a seat, but he was having none of it.
“I’m leaving, Theron take me back. I want to leave.” Christian spoke turning towards the door.
“Christian, please. Just sit down for a few minutes. You fell asleep, that is all. No one did anything to you, nothing is sinister here babe.” Theron tried to convince him he was telling the truth. Christian just stared at him in disbelief. “You really believe that? If you think I just fell asleep then you are as stupid as I was to come here. I don’t know what is going on, but I will not stay in this cabin over night. I’ll sleep in the car first.” He stubbornly said standing his ground.
“Well, it won’t have to come to that. I have my own cabin not far from here; we were going to stay there anyhow. Is that alright with you?” Therons tone indicated he was getting mad and Christian really didn’t give a shit at this point.
“Alright with me? YOU brought me out here under about some nonsense of checking on your helpless grandmother; well she doesn’t look in the least bit helpless to me.” He looked at the lady who had sat down and was smiling at him.
“What?” Christian snapped. He then felt guilty. “I’m sorry to sound so horrible, but I’m not in the mood for any of this crap and I’m not going to be lied to or drugged or whatever else is intended for me. I’m sorry, but I can’t stay here.” He turned and marched out of the door.
Theron looked hurt, but didn’t say anything. The woman stood and walked over to him.
“You can not leave him alone. Not at all. You have no idea how special he is to you Theron. He is someone to keep close, to protect and stay along side of. Heed my warnings, stay with him, and do not leave him alone.” She pushed Theron out the door, with him trying to decipher what she had just said.

Christian and Theron - Chapter two

2006-07-23T22:48:00.000-07:00

Theron led the way up to his apartment. Christian walked behind him, and then waited for Theron to open the door. He held his breath as he moved across the threshold that would lead him into the lions den. He moved slowly into the dwelling. It was more of a loft then an actual apartment, and it was wonderful. He stood looking at the room while Theron turned on lights and closed a window. He then turned to Christian, smiled and moved towards him. If Christian ever had the thought of leaving now would be the moment to back out. But as Theron came closer Christian felt his excitement. He kept looking at Theron’ lips. He had full, strong ones. Theron stood in front of the second male and tentatively moved his fingers to Christians face. The contact made Christian jump and gasp. Theron didn’t know what had happened, but Christian pulled back looking afraid and he backed up a few steps. Theron’ raised hand tried to comfort him but Christian moved away.
“No! I’m gonna leave. I shouldn’t have come here. I’m sorry. I really am sorry Theron, but this is…this is just wrong somehow.” Christian tried to move around Theron, but Theron wasn’t having any of it.
“What do you mean…WRONG? What did I do to make you change your mind? I just barely touched you for God sakes.” His anger was evident but he was actually more confused than angry. “Please, let’s just sit down and get to know each other. Come on Christian. I didn’t try to hurt you, I just touched you. Give me another chance, please.” Theron said sounding concerned. Christian stood looking at him for a long moment. He swallowed hard and tried to steady his breathing.
“…alright. But, I don’t know how long I’m staying.” He felt his insides conflicting. His mind was yelling leave, but his cock was saying NO, STAY.
Christian moved around the loft, looking at pictures and items as Theron retrieved a few beers from the fridge. He kept watching the beauty and wondered exactly had just happened?
He moved and sat down on the over stuffed sofa and held the two bottles.
“Why don’t you come and get this, I know you really want it. He smiled sheepishly and then laughed as Christian looked over, raised one eyebrow and then laughed. He came and sat down and took the bottle. Their fingers touched and both waited to see if Christian would bolt for the door again, he didn’t.

One bottle became three and they touched, felt and just became familiar with each others bodies. Christian looked deeply into the eyes of the alpha male. Theron lay back against the sofa, Christian slowly kissed his way down to the floor. He knelt between the knees of the other. He looked up as he took him into his mouth; Theron moaned his acceptance and gently moved the hair from the sweaty forehead of the other. The sensations he was giving him were mind numbing. Christian closed his eyes, feeling the hardness of the other.
Theron lifted Christian from the floor, kissing him as he guided him into the bedroom. The bed invited them to come and play. They fell back softly holding each other.
Now it was Theron’ turn to please the beautiful man below him. He sensually discovered all the tender and ticklish spots. The most fun being the places that made Christian squirm with pleasure. Theron sucked, nibbled and relaxed his new lover.
“Relax for me baby” Theron whispered.
The touch was electric, and both men felt it. Neither tried to stop the sensations.
The time ticked away by the seconds. Theron ran his fingertips along Christian’s spine. His skin was hot to the touch with heat both from inside and out.
Christian lay on his stomach, his mind wandering someplace in the distance. He began to drift with both pleasure and amazing sensations. His body seemed to be on auto pilot as he allowed Theron to do whatever he wanted. Christian didn’t object, he couldn’t. He lay prone as the other male made love to him.
Christian began a journey in his mind. Time no longer matter. He felt light, with no body, except he could feel his body responding to the physical administrations that Theron performed.

The woods were deep and dark. The rain stung his face as he ran. His hands were bleeding and the blood was streaked across his cheeks. Christian ran in a panic knowing he couldn’t stop or he would surely die. He kept looking behind him as he forged his way through the rough underbrush. The open field was coming up but he didn’t know if that could possible save him. He had to get to the village; someone would be able to protect him then. He crashed over a log, falling face down, he tried to scramble up to be yanked back by an unknown hand. Christian thrashed as he tried to pull away. He fought his capture as he was pulled from the ground. He looked up into the face of the other man. The face of his hunter…Theron! The fear was evident as he shook him, trying to upright him. Christian fought and yelled for help.

“CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN STOP YELLING!” Theron urged as he tried to hold onto the terrified body under him. Christian had suddenly begun to fight him, at first he thought he had hurt him, that he had somehow became careless and been to rough. But now he didn’t think that was it at all. Christian wasn’t even seeing him. Theron shook him and kept trying to keep him from hurting either of them. They had already fallen from the bed and Theron sat atop him on the floor being hit as Christian struggled and fought.
“Christian? Christian for god sakes come on. Look at me, your safe. I’m not hurting you. Look at me. Christian SEE ME!” Theron pleaded. He was trying not to become angry because the fear was real. Whatever he was seeing was real to him.

Christian watched the face above him change. The dirt and grime vanished, the hate turned to concern; the nude body held him to the floor.
He closed his eyes and wished to be somewhere else, anywhere else. But the sudden thought of not being with Theron was more frightening than being with him. He slowly opened his eyes and tried to piece together what had just happened, but he couldn’t hold onto it long enough it was slipping away quickly. His breathing was rapid and verged on hyperventilating. He tried to calm his fears and slow his heartbeat that was pounding out of his chest. He tried to reason to himself that he must have somehow fallen asleep. He wondered just how he going to tell the man who was making love to him that he’d been so bored he had fallen asleep? He didn’t know what had just happened but he somehow understood that it was no dream. In fact he didn’t have any answers to anything that had occurred tonight. He knew that as soon as Theron went to sleep though or the sun came up which ever came first, he was leaving. This madness wasn’t going to continue. He was confused and sleep did seem to be coming on fast.
He relaxed into Theron’ grip and lay under him. His eyes fighting to stay open. He thought he heard car alarms in the distance and felt the sensation of someone watching him from far away…

Theron lay next to the beautiful man and held him in his sleep. He was puzzled at what was happening here. Normally he would just send the guy on his way in the morning, never to repeat the episode, but Christian felt different somehow. He felt as if he should be in his bed. And that is where Theron wanted to keep him. He leaned in, kissed his full lips and tried to find sleep himself.

THERON AND CHRISTIAN

2006-06-14T00:41:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER ONE

Christian leafed through the stack of old books and magazines. His nose itched from the dust particles that danced in the sun to his right. He wiped the sneeze away with the side of his right index finger.

The top floor of the little book shop had once been an old office that had been converted to a loft. Complete with over sized stuffed chairs and lamps. A person could get lost in any part of it. The shadows slide around the standing lamps, and over the oval rugs and kitsch that stirred memories of your grandma’s living room.

The railing had been added once the old windows had been taken down in the redo a few years back. Although the place had the feeling of something of the past, it was completely remodeled. A beautifully redone wooden staircase winded up from the first floor to the little reading cove.

Below was the main section of the shop. The stacks of books, leaned artfully like towers in corners, magazines with covers showing Jackie and Grace could still be found, treasured and taken home to honored places on coffee tables and framed pieces of art upon walls.

Morgan watched the young man kneeling, looking through a pile of books probably almost as old as himself. The kid couldn’t be a day over twenty. Morgan thought.
The boy kept scratching his nose, trying to fight back a sneeze that looked to be building. The man smiled. He knew that feeling; the dust was a loosing battle among some of the books. Years of being hidden in basements and attics had given them a dust life all of their own. No matter how often he cleaned them, they always seemed to have a fine layer of history on the covers and bindings.

He leaned on the railing watching the younger man below. He had seen him in the shop before; he had noticed him but never really talked to him at length. He wondered what his story was; they all had stories if the truth be told. And he thought himself a good judge of seeing below the surface to those stories. The younger man moved over to another pile and sat down picking through. The tinkling sound of the door opening brought the attention of the owner away from the very near picture of helpless perfection sitting on the floor below. He watched as trouble personified come into the shop. He moved around the room, spotting and instantly stalking his prey as soon as he caught his scent. He was like any other randy, twenty something looking to hook up with someone warm and willing on this chilly afternoon. Morgan continued to watch him as he spotted perfection and moved in for the make. The contrast between the two men was interesting. Opposites. One blond, slender, quiet. The other raven haired and most likely boisterous and arrogant.

Christian felt the presence long before he saw it. He glanced up as a shadow fell over the floor. The tall figure stood over him. Eyes staring into his.
“So…” was all the looming stranger spoke, smiling down at Christian.
“So?” was the reply from the other. They both stood their respective ground.
Christian was the first to look away. He never was good at chicken and he had lost this one by a mile. But he didn’t really care. This guy felt dangerous and wrong. But then why was he nervous and sitting was becoming more than a little uncomfortable, his lap disappearing. He stood, unfolding himself. Careful not to let too much of his manhood show off. He felt embarrassed, more like a teenager than a man. He usually didn’t throw hard ones this easily. Especially for the bad boy types.
“I’ve never seen you around before. New?” The dark haired man said trying to get his preys attention back.
“No, not new. Just a bit bored and …well, I needed a distraction.” Christian said before he could stop his self. He looked at the dark eye lashes and hair so dark he could see color in the black. Christian swallowed hard. And tried to look away. They stood quietly for a long moment.

“You know you shouldn’t let them tell you what you should do. And for pete sakes it is your life isn’t it? Who are they to tell you who you should see and where you should do?”
Christians head turned and he stared amazed at the stranger. How had this guy known this? He had had that conversation or argument actually just a few hours ago with his parents back home. He felt the hairs on his neck stand up.
“How the hell did you know that? Who are you?” he demanded.
“You first. What would you have me call you?” Theron spoke calmly.
Christian looked around, noticing the man upstairs for the first time. At least he wasn’t alone with this guy, and he was sort of glad about that, he made him uneasy and was creeping him out.
“Well, Christian I suppose. That is my name. Christian Fountanou. And yours?” he asked annoyed.
“Ooh your French.” The other male said laughing, working the charm, he moved an inch closer to his prey.
“Well somebody way back when was I suppose. And you haven’t told me your name.” Christian said feeling a little more in control.
“Theron.”
“Just Theron? What like Cher? Or Madonna?” Christian asked smiling, his confidence building, and anger slipping away.
“Well, yeah, but a lot more masculine, I hope. Yep, just Theron. I dropped the last name long ago, too long to say and hard as hell to spell. While your ancestors came with pedigrees no doubt, mine came in wagons from the old country. Gypsies, every one!” he said laughing. Christian had to laugh too. He suddenly felt more at ease. At least he seemed to have a sense of humor. And his eyes were killer. A color he couldn’t put into words. Not blue, not brown. More a hazel but with specks of silver. He’d never seen eyes his color. His green eyes were plain and ordinary compared to Therons. And he had always been complimented on the green shade of his own eyes.

The man upstairs watched curiously the back and forth paring going on in front of him. His thoughts ran a thousand miles an hour. But he didn’t have any proof of anything. At the moment he just had to watch and see what happened. His job was too watch, stay out of things. To let things happen at their own pace with no interference. Unless someone overstepped a boundary or tried to pull a fast one, he was just an observer, and he had been doing this longer than anyone might have ever guessed.
His own instincts were telling him to watch these two. Something in the Land of Oz wasn’t quiet right here, but he couldn’t yet tell which one was tripping his radar.
~ ~ ~
The fog rolled across the countryside. Animals whined and dogs howled. This could have been anywhere, anytime in the last five hundred years in some god forsaken part of the world. But the lap top bag flung over the mans shoulder and the fact he was talking on his cell phone betrayed the truth.
He moved through the fog walking to his car. He cursed himself for waiting so long to leave the meeting. There would hell to pay once he got home. Wives did not forgive missing anniversaries.
His call kept being rerouted and he figured the fog wasn’t helping his reception. He walked down the dark street. He hadn’t been paying much attention to where he was heading because of the phone. He finally left a voice mail for her and slammed the phone closed. He’d deal with her once he was home and could beg forgiveness in person.
He looked up, stopped and tried to get his bearings. The fog was playing tricks with him. Nothing looked familiar. Nothing looked right. His car had to be someplace close. He knew he hadn’t parked all the way down the street a few hours ago. But then again he had been in a hurry to get to Mr. Thompson, his boss and the new demanding client. But he didn’t think it had been so far down the street. Plus at night, in the fog with every shadow playing tricks with his mind and imagination, everything seemed out of place and wrong.
He finally let out the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding when he spotted the red Taurus, seemingly hiding behind all the SUVs parked along the street. With the key and alarm pad in his hand he moved towards the vehicle as if a safe haven from the fog and noises. His momentary distraction finding the right button was a moment too long. He was yanked off his feet from behind, he tried to fight off his attacker, the laptop slid down his arm and dangled at his bent elbow, and his hands trying to pry what ever had him around the throat pulling him back. His only reprieve came when he lunged sideways, falling into the car hood, sending the laptop crashing to the ground, the jolt of his body hitting the car sent the alarm screaming out a warning, drowning out the life and death struggle that he was fast loosing.
~ ~ ~
Theron was aware of the eyes watching him. He looked up to see a man, the owner no doubt leaning on the railing watching them. He felt a tinge of disgust in his stomach, trolls. Why did older men watch him? His eyes diverted back to the lovely young thing standing almost next to him. He smiled to himself thinking that he himself was doing the same thing the other male was. He looked back up and smiled. The man didn’t smile back. Theron wanted to walk up those stairs and throw him off. How dare he reject his offer of a smile? Who did he think he was? Did he not know who he was? He should be grateful to have him in his shop. This peasant had no idea. And if Christian hadn’t been watching him he would have shown him just who he was and show him how to kneel down. Like peasants should. But his own desires and fantasies would have to wait. He’d be back again and then he would set things to right. He turned up the charm, it was dark and foggy and his bed was begging to be warmed.

“I do believe we are being watched. Why don’t we take a walk before he comes down and invites himself to our little party?” Theron said a bit icy.
“And what party would that be? I don’t recall being asked to join you at any party. And on second thoughts just why would I want to leave here with you?” Christian could play the game too. He wasn’t as innocent as he looked. Inexperienced perhaps, but not stupid. He just wasn’t convinced that he was at all safe with this person. He didn’t know why he had thought that, but he usually followed his instincts, they hadn’t let him down yet.
“Well, why don’t we go and find out. I promise not to rob you if that is what you are troubled about. I do have my own money and don’t need any of yours friend. But, I think we both might find we have other things to keep us occupied. So, what do you say? Take a chance?” Theron smiled the smile of kings. The smile that could sink ships, and pierce any mans heart. Christian looked deep into Theron’ eyes and he was hooked. Theron knew he had just reeled his fish in. Now to take him home and enjoy.
They walked out the front door, but not before Theron glanced back at their voyeur and saluted him. Then they were out the door, somewhere in the distance a car alarm screamed. The fog wrapped itself around their legs as they walked towards Theron’ car.
“Where are we going?” Christian asked quietly.
“Just around the corner a bit. I don’t live far. Where is your car?”
“I walked here. I’m staying a few blocks up Amsterdam.” He pointed in the direction of the car siren.
“Sounds like someone’s car is being stolen. You better come with me, we wouldn’t want you stolen as well.” His joke fell short, but neither really cared, nor noticed. Theron unlocked the passenger side door while Christian climbed in.
~ ~ ~
Morgan’ cell phone went off as if on cue.
“Yes, Landry here” the owner said, knowing full well who was calling him. Only a few people outside the circle had his number, hell only two inside the circle had this number.

“Yeah, he was just in here. He picked up another kid and left! I’m not sure which one I should be more worried about.” He said into the phone.
“Not sure who the new guy is. I’ve seen him in here once or twice lately, but really didn’t pay much attention.” He said lying. They didn’t need to know any more of his personal life than they already did. “I know where their headed, I’ll head over there in a few. Wouldn’t want Theron to get any antsier than he already is. The little prince is already a pain in the ass.” He hung up the phone. “Little prince my ass, thinks himself the king of the gypsies. He’s a nobody who is being used like a puppet on a lot of different strings.” He mumbled to himself as turned off the lights, grabbing his coat and keys. He locked the front door and set the code to his security system. He turned to look in the direction of the alarm sounding. Then silence. He had a bad feeling crawling up his spine. And that was never a good sign.

BRETT AND DANE

2006-06-11T22:38:00.000-07:00

BRETT AND DANE

Dane felt the sweat trickle down his back. The heat he felt not only came from the temperature or the multitude of hot, young hard bodies pressed up against him. But, mostly from the man standing in front of him. He was moving around him, touching him, whispering in his ear, touching, caressing his ass.
Brett smiled his “I want you to fuck me smile” and Dane felt his body respond full force.
Dane wrapped his arms around the tight stomach of Brett, his boyfriend, his lover, his soul mate. In one swift move, he swung him around so that he was facing away from him. He moved in, grinding him hips into the bottom and back of his beautiful boy. Dane licked the back of Brett’s neck and Brett leaned his head forward to allow more of the tongue to move up and down his sensitive neck. His cock throbbed knowing this same tongue would soon be doing this same thing to his entire body. He shivered at the thought.
“You like that?” Dane half yelled, half whispered to him.
“God, you know I do. I want it…I need it…and I need it NOW!” Brett shouted back, taking Danes hand from his stomach and moving it down to feel his crotch. They connected and Dane could feel the hard erection and the throbbing intensity of the cock beneath his touch.
“Soon. Soon, I’ll give you everything you want baby.” Dane teased, moving his fingers down and under Brett. He spread his legs to further allow Danes movements to please him. The fingers gently touched, took hold and held the engorged member. Brett leaned back into the body of his partner. Right now he knew that he would do anything that Dane wanted him too. And he knew that Dane knew it to.

Dane turned Brett around and pulled him in tight. Their bodies touching fully. They moved with the sounds and let the music surround them. Brett closed his eyes. Danes fingers grasped the tight ass. His touch moved in circles and up and down his back. He knew all the most sensitive parts of this body.
Brett began to move in small circles into Danes body. Dane knew he was needing, but he had no intentions of letting him cum yet. No, there was plenty of time for that. He enjoyed bringing him to the brink and backing off…
He knew that Brett would be frustrated, but, that made the first cum all the more intense, for the both of them. He could feel Brett getting close. The friction he was causing moving against Dane was moving him towards the release he had needed for hours now. But, he knew that Dane wouldn’t take him that far. Not here in this club. Not unless Dane wanted to bring him off in front of a few hundred people. It wouldn’t be a surprise for Dane to want to show off their sex, and Brett wouldn’t object to having sex, or even a very public orgasm. He’d done it before. But, he didn’t really think that’s want Dane had in mind. He hadn’t said anything before they left home tonight. He usually made sure that he at least wore something “special” or at least a really tight pair of pants with no underwear. But, Dane hadn’t said anything, so he would just have to wait and see how this worked out.

Dane knew that he had Brett worked up. He loved it when they both were this far beyond need. Dane pulled Brett towards him and turned him around, facing the opposite direction again. He pulled his body in close and then even closer. Brett could feel Danes erection hard against his ass. His hand wandered behind him. Between the two hot bodies and found its target. He ran his hand up and down the hard tower. He heard Dane breath out against his neck. Brett knew that Dane was close too; he leaned in, breathing in the smell of the body in front of him, and licked his tender spot under the base of his head. Brett moaned.
“Baby, I need you. It’s time” Dane spoke breathlessly.
“Whatcha have in mind?” Brett asked smiling as he turned to face the eyes that he couldn’t say no too.
“Well, I’ve thought about doing it right here on the dance floor. But, you need more of audience than that. How about up on the stage? You want to show these losers how it’s done?” Dane asked, giving Brett the smile of a devious cat.
“Well, umm…I don’t know if I want to do it up there…in front of all these people.” Brett said stumbling on his words.
“Baby, I have all the confidence in the world in you…and your performance. Just let me get you there, and I’ll get you off.” Dane said, taking Brett’s face into his hands and lifting his lips to his. They kissed long and hard. Danes other hand moved down to the throbbing member pressing against his leg. He tasted Brett’s arousal in his mouth. He began to move Brett towards the stage where men were dancing, together and alone.

Dane felt Brett’s slight hesitation. But, it wasn’t enough to stop him from moving right along with his lover. They reached the stage and Brett hopped up. Dane watched the ass before him. Tight, hard, round and beautiful.
Dane stepped up and danced in front of his boyfriend. They both shook and swayed, bringing each other’s body closer and closer. Dane grabbed hold of Brett’s pants and yanked him into his stomach. They both laughed and kissed.
“I love you…. you make me who I am. You know that right?” Brett said to Dane as he ran his hands over his chest and sides.
“Yep, I know that babe. Do you realize what you do to me? I see you talking to some other guy and I just want to run over and grab you away and kiss you forever. I want the entire world to know that you are mine. Or maybe I should say, I want the entire world to know that we have each other and no one else will ever matter.” Dane spoke looking deeply into Brett’s eyes, and he could see the lover there.
“Lets play.” They bumped foreheads, kissed and giggled.

The music was rhythmic and pounding. The two men danced. They actually were dancing themselves into their own little world. But, so were a few hundred other men. No one took any notice…yet.
Dane and Brett pulsated with the music. The moving, writhing sounds of lust. The smell of sex was in the air. It surrounded them, enveloping them totally. It was hard to think straight, but at the same moment the only thing they had to think about was how they would have each other, and how great it would feel to just…. feel.
Dane watched Brett shake his ass that was encased in tight jeans. He was moving in time with the drums of the song. And the sweat on his body was soaking quickly through his clothes. Brett’s hair was already plastered to the back of his neck. Dane laughed as the other men began to take notice of him. Brett danced with abandon and without thought. He just let his body move to the sounds that were carrying him away. He swayed, he bounced and gyrated.
Danes own body was moving towards his lover without him even realizing it. He needed Brett…he wanted him. He was all he had ever really wanted. And now, he was going to have him.
Danes hands found the back of Brett’s neck and he pulled him suddenly off balance and yanked him forward, ravaging his mouth with his own. Tongues dueled and danced. Brett’s breath left his body. Danes erection throbbed. Dane pulled and pushed Brett till he was helpless in his hands. Brett was dizzy with lust. Dane was nearly fucking him now, and he wanted the real thing.
Dane maneuvered Brett against a close wall. It was just off center of the center of the stage. Facing out onto the dance floor. The moving lights gave just enough shadows to do what he wanted to do. He pushed Brett against the wall, with his mouth still pressed to his. His hands moving down his stomach, to his hips. Dane slowly began to move down Brett’s body, the pants firmly in his hands, Brett popped them open and they began to slide down towards his knees. Brett pushed his hips off the wall to allow them to slide further. Brett looked down into he sweat face of Dane. Dane looked up and smiled at him licking his lips. He knelt in front of the beauty that was his. He moved his hands back under the cheeks and pulled them towards himself. He watched Brett’s face as he took him into his mouth. Brett gasped as his cock found a warm and willing place. Dane tasted the salty taste and nearly came; Brett’s body reacted like any warm bloodied boy should. He groaned and pumped in the mouth of the other.
Dane loved doing this to him. He enjoyed watching his face. He could tell just by watching his expressions what was happening inside of him. He could see the struggle not to cum yet. He could see the desire. He knew the moment was about to end. Even if he hadn’t had his cock deep in his throat. He could tell by his movements and the look of pure lust on his face.
Brett ran his fingers through Danes short hair. He touched his lovers face with his sweaty fingertips.

The lights began to strobe. The black and white lights flashed over them. The effect had the sense of taking time out of context. One-second Brett’s face was full of pleasure and a million miles away. And the next he was right there and struggling to control his orgasm. He watched the flashing face of Dane as he felt it start. He could feel Danes fingertips holding his hips tightly. He pumped and came into the mouth of the man in front of him.
Brett slid down the wall and sat wrapped in the arms of Dane. They kissed and laughed. Brett tasted himself on the others lips. He held the man whom he loved more than life itself. Brett looking the other set of lustful eyes and new it was his turn to give him what he wanted. He looked around and did notice that they had an audience. No one was really complaining. And he did see other couples in different stages of their own sexual journey.
“Your turn. What do you want me to do for you?” Brett yelled into Danes ear. Dane leant forward and sucked on his throat. He ran his hands along the back of Brett’s back. He moved his hands down and back, settling on the round cheeks that were just inches from the floor. He looked into Brett’s eyes and smiled. Brett knew what he wanted and he couldn’t deny him.
Dane stood up and pulled Brett to his feet. He was pretty much hobbled by his own pants, but that didn’t matter. He tried not to look around, but he doubted that anyone was really watching. He was very wrong.
Dane looked around and moved Brett off center a bit and turned him to face the wall. He pressed his body against Brett’s and moved up and down a few times. The friction was heavenly. He slid his own pants down a little and released the throbbing and ready cock that had needed this all night.
He took it in hand, ran it seductively up and down the crack of Brett’s ass. Brett gasped and leaned forward into the wall. He would rather have been alone, but, what the hell.

Danes hands moved all over Brett’s body. When he felt that Brett was relaxed enough he moved into position, kissed the side of Brett’s face and pushed in. Brett’s body tensed for a second, and Danes protective hand moved around to caress his chest and stomach. He didn’t want this to be anything but pleasure for Brett. He knew Brett was only doing this because he wanted him too. And he loved him all the more for it. Dane moved in and out of the familiar body beneath him. He knew all the points that drove Brett wild. He touched him in all the right places and whispered all the right things. He could feel Brett responding to the stimuli. And he continued to give him what he needed to feel safe.
Danes movements were coming faster and harder. Brett’s breath was being taken’ from him more often. He leaned his head against the wall. He loved this. He treasured the feeling of the man he loved inside of him. He needed to feel loved. He wanted this to never end. He felt Danes hand slide down his body and find his own hardening member. He put his hands, palms down against the wall and held them there for support. He was putty in Danes more than capable hands. He felt himself moving in time with the music and with Danes thrusts and grunts in his ear. They both were nearly at the top of this mountain and they both were on the verge of going over the top together.
They were both thrusting. Dane forward, Brett back onto him. They climbed higher and higher.
Dane knew that Brett was close, as close as he was probably. They yelled and clung to each other. Their bodies shook with the intensity of the orgasms. Brett held onto the wall. Dane held onto Brett. Their knees shook and trembled.
Brett finally was able to catch his breath. He opened his eyes to the still flashing lights, still moving all around and over him. He felt Danes heavy breathing onto his body. And for the first time in a long while, he noticed his surroundings. There were men standing off to the side watching. Men off to the sides fucking. He lifted his head from the wall and didn’t even see the dj in the booth anymore. He tried to focus, but it was just so hard with all the flashing strobe lights. He felt as if he were in a video game or something as equally strange. He would have sworn he was on some heavy drug trip, but he knew he wasn’t. This was just too weird. He felt Dane moving off of him. But, he was still stroking his back and hips. He usually enjoyed the after sex closeness, but, right now, he felt very exposed and helpless. Dane picked up on it.
“What’s wrong? You all right? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Dane shouted and turned Brett to face him.
“No, I’m fine. Don’t you feel it? It’s really weird.” Brett said, looking around. Dane looked around, but couldn’t see what Brett was talking about. Besides the fucking annoying, flashing lights, everything looked the same to him.
“What’s going on Dane? Where’s Phil? He never leaves the booth. And why are those guys looking at us like that?” Brett was talking more to himself than to Dane, but, Dane was listening and he didn’t like the way that Brett was acting.
Dane straightened out his own clothes and then helped Brett get himself back together. He wasn’t even trying to get dressed.

“Lets go to the bathroom. I need to clean up a little, and I know you have to.” Dane took hold of Brett’s arm and nearly had to pull him away with him. He kept staring at him. There just was something not right here. But, he wasn’t sure what.
They made their way through the crowds towards the back of the club. Dane was noticing that everyone seemed to be in the heightened sexual mood they had been in. Not that this was unusual, but, Brett was right, this was strange. The looks on their faces. The lack of change. The same canned music was still playing and those lights. Those fucking strobes. Phil never left them on for this long. Danes head was beginning to throb as well. He pulled Brett along, he was getting slower and slower. Dane kept having to get better grips on him, forcing him forward.
They finally managed to get to the washroom door. He pushed the door open with one hand and pulled Brett in with the other. To his relief they were alone. He sat Brett down on a crate that was in there and grabbed a handful of paper towels, wetting them and began to wipe Brett’s face off. He was pale and looked like he needed air. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.
“TALK TO ME!” Dane shouted shaking Brett’s shoulders. Brett opened his eyes, but he had a vacant look.
“What?”
“Brett? Did you take something? What are you on?” Dane asked while he cleaned his partner up.
“Nothing. I swear.” Brett said shutting his eyes again. “I don’t feel good. I think I’m gonna be sick Dane.” Dane pulled him up and managed to get him to the toilet before he started to throw up. He was shaking and sweating.
“I’m getting you out of here baby. Let’s go home.” Dane was nervous. Very nervous.
They managed to get out of the stall and out of the washroom. On the way to the front of the bar, they ran into Phil. He was leaning up against the wall, watching the action taking off. Everybody was either sucking or fucking somebody. This wasn’t normal. Yeah, people were always messing around, but not like this. And what the hell was Phil doing out here?
The lights were still flashing, but now they were at a different pace. He was holding onto Brett tightly.
“What’s wrong with him?” Phil said off handily.
“He’s sick. I’m taking him home.” Dane noticed guys walking around with video cameras, taping men in all sorts of positions and groups. It began to dawn on him what was going on.
“What the fuck! What’s going on here Phil?” Dane shouted angrily.
“Experiment. I tried out some new shit tonight.” Phil said laughing to himself. He was busy watching five guys all blowing and fucking each other and one of the camera men was getting it all on tape. It came crashing to Dane. Movies. They were filming them all.
“You taped us?” Brett asked confusedly.
“Yeah baby. And I have to say, you two were great. I think I might have to keep that one all to myself. You guys wont mind will ya?” Phil asked laughing. Dane wanted to smash his face into the wall. He would have too, but, he felt Brett’s weight shift and he knew he had to get him outside. He needed air.
“What did you do? What’s wrong with Brett? You give him something? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM? TO EVERYBODY?” Dane screamed.
“Calm down, pretty boy, he’ll be fine. Just get him some air. Tomorrow he’ll have a slight hangover, but he’ll be fine. It’s in the air, pal. I piped it in. Smart huh? It’s a gas. Everybody else seems fine. Just get him outside. Once he’s back on his feet in a few, come back in and we’ll party.”
“FUCK YOU! How could you do this shit? And Phil? I better fucking never find out anyone ever sees that tape. I’ll kick your fucking ass. And if Brett isn’t better in the morning I will personally come and rip your cock off and shove it up your ass myself.” Dance screamed and shoved him out of his way. He drug Brett past him and out the door. They stumbled to the car and Brett leaned up against the side. Dane opened the door and he sat him down. Dane knelt in front of him.
“You doing OK? We’ll be home in a few, OK?” Dane held Brett’s face in his hands. He was breathing better, but he was still pale and sweaty. He drove the mile to their condo and managed to get Brett up and into the door. He undressed him and put him into the shower. It seemed like an eternity for Brett to respond to the cool water spraying onto them. Dane stood behind him and held him tightly. It was like he was drunk or stoned. He was just a rag doll. He finally started to come around. He turned around and kissed him.
They held onto each other and just let the water cascade down their tight bodies. Brett’s color was beginning to return and he was finally able to carry a thought completely through.
“I’m so tired.” He said quietly.
“Come on, let’s get you dried off and into bed. I think you just need some sleep babe.” Dane gently told him, while towel drying him. He kept looking into his eyes. Dane was running the towel up and down Brett’s body trying to get him warm and dry.
“Dane, stop, I feel sea sick.” Dane stopped. And just held him.
He wrapped him in a large bath sheet and led him to the bed.
He climbed in and spooned next to him. They lay next to each other, not moving. Dane lay listening to the man he loved, just breathing. He seemed to be calming down and relaxing. He lay there thinking about what just had happened. Phil would not get away with this. This was so wrong, on so many different levels. This was illegal, this was dangerous. He would kill that slug before he put Brett into any kind of danger again. But, why didn’t he get sick. Why just Brett? Brett fell asleep in Danes strong arms. He felt safe and protected.
Dane finally allowed himself to drift off to sleep after hours lying there holding onto Brett. He dreamt of holding onto this man forever. Never aware of how close he had come to loosing him.

Debbi