Chapter 2

Jay paced nervously along the length of the bedchambers; his tired, sleepless eye's glared sadly out the window to the bright lights of the city. The dark waves of the river crashed against the rocks that outline the shore. A storm had just begun to start up and he could feel the night growing windy. Jay stopped his pacing to lean against the post along his window. He was clearly exhausted.

The ship tossed. His head reeled and he was still damp from his unsuccessful attempt at escape, not to mention he was twisting with a fever. Jay plopped down on the bed and eased his way into a comfortable position. This is just a dream it has to be, dear god let this be a dream.

Dreams like this had been plaguing him for months now, in truth they were more like visions of the distant past or something that hasn't happen yet. One thing was for sure, they all felt real, until he woke up that is. The smell, the taste, the touch, everything was real, sometimes he'd even wake-up with some proof of it.

The cabin door suddenly burst open. Jay caught sight of his abductor. He stood there, his face held that same dangerous look it had before, when he first took Jay. The mans eyes held that same thirsty appearance, that of a hungry beast hunting for it's pray. Liquid fire burned within those ocean blue eyes, the anguish Jay saw from those eyes was terrifying.

The teen was densely muscled; he filled the door frame, his head taller then the clearing, his shoulders spanning its length from side to side. He had changed his wet clothing and had replaced the golden brooch that was lost in their struggle.

Was this another dream or was this real? Light was coming in from the window, it would be morning soon, but the light was misty and Jay knew that they still rode the unnatural storm.

"Come with me, now" the teen commanded.

Jay was concerned, he looked at his abductor, but the man's face was expressionless. Agony laid over Jays violet eyes like a layer of frost. The devil has come, he thought. In the flesh; young, hard, powerful and callus. Vengeance had come for him, first his wings and now his life. Yet Jay smiled if it was a fight he wanted it was a fight he'd get. He wouldn't obey and even if he'd wanted to he couldn't.

Jay tried to open his mouth to speak, but he no longer had the strength, his fever had become dangerously high and he was using all his mental powers to tame it.

"Stubborn ass!" the teen swore, the taller boys gaze caught his and held it even as he bore down on jay. "I am trying not to leave you locked up in this cabin, in the midst of a tempest. Now stop being such a stubborn fool and get up."

He reached for Jay with a sigh when he saw that he didn't bother to move. Jay couldn't fight him. His new powers were still to raw and unpredictable and he was still too ill to attempt anything.

Familiar warm arms wrapped around Jay's frozen frame, they lifted and carried him steadily up the stairs despite the rocking and swaying of the ship.

As they neared the opening to the upper deck, Jay could see the flash of lightning ripping through the sky. "My friends will come for me. You should let me go before you really make them mad."

He knew the smaller teen spoke of the X-men as they called them selves, particularly the weather witch he'd encountered just hours before, and he could see why he believed she was near. He smiled; the sky's cleared, the tempest died and the seas grew soft. Jay looked befuddled. It was then that Jay realized that storm had nothing to do with this tempest.

"You?"

"We are at sea now, and like Poseidon, I am lord and master to all above and below my waters."

Jay's last hope was gone, he was at sea and ill to the bone, the bright sun now warmed him but he was still sopping wet. The heavily muscled teen pealed off his clothing, relieving him of all his wet garments. Then he stripped off his own. Before Jay knew it he was being wrapped, naked in a blanket with his enemy who was now equally as naked.

Jay started to protest, but the taller boy just lowered his head to Jay's. "Hush, save your strength."

"This isn't right."

"Let me think on what is right and wrong Ashoni." The teen knew that non-Atlandteaians could get sick from what is called hypothermia and this is what needed to be done to help prevent it.

"But." Jay began to protest and found himself silenced with a hot and talented mouth boring into his. Unable to help himself Jay's body betrayed him responding with a will of its own, disregarding the dictates of his commands.

"I don't even know your name." it wasn't quite a lie, he had known his name or at least he new that at one time or another he might have, from the first moment they locked eyes jay had known him, even if he couldn't recall the name. The teen's surface thoughts were unshielded from him. He could feel the emotions of the teen as if they were his own.

He smiled at jay. "but you know me." The teen gasped.

The larger teenager leaned into the wall of the smaller boy's chest. The fierce force of lips filled Jay with a pungent heat. The touch of hands at his waist, the pressure of finger tips along his hips awoke his exhausted body.

The combining sensations were more then earth shattering bliss, Jay's body never wanted this to end. In truth some part of his mind agreed, but he had to stop this before it got out of hand.

"No, no." Jay turned his head and pushed at solid shoulders.

The teen breathe against his forehead, his voice smooth like velvet and dark as pitch. "I know you." His knuckles brushed against Jay's hard cock. "You want me." He lightly kissed Jay's forehead. "And you know I want you." a long finger now brushing up along the puckered opening of his ass. Jay shuttered and clutched him tightly.

"You want me." he said again.

Jay did, there was no reason denying the overwhelming connection any longer. "We can't."

"Yes," he whispered softly. "We …Can."

Jay lifted his gaze to the teen's wordlessly pleading eyes, for something he knew he should deny. It was too soon, there were too much unresolved issues between them, and still they were far from strangers. The larger teenagers embrace tightened. His sinfully long lashes lowered a fraction and his mouth hovered over Jays waiting to be claimed.

The teen wanted to melt into him, to plunge inside him. Instead he closed his eyes and parted his lips and some how he knew what was to come. Jay's mouth settled over his and a sense of inevitability washed over them.

Oh, God, this was so right and the teenager was so tired of being annoyed, he craved his touch, his heat, his presence, this, he craved this. Jay gave into the urge to press himself against the larger boy. Vaguely, he knew what he was doing was wrong. Foolish. He kissed and kneaded until he was unable to do anymore.

Jays head sunk into the larger boy's chest, His limbs were aflame from the swimming; his powers had been depleted as well. Every channel of his mind was raw and now that he knew that he was safe, darkness descended, his body began to shut down, longing for the healing only sleep would bring. Jay knew no more. His world again faded to black.

"Oh, don't," the teen, whispered. "Don't." the words held a weather of agony. "Don't stop," the teenager tried to shake his head. "Please."

Jay came too swiftly, his breathing heavy his skin sweaty and his lips raw. He looked down under his covers to see his swollen member slowly deflating; he moved his hand down his length to feel a particularly wet and warm spot. He sighed and cursed, this had been the ninth time in two weeks, the dreams were becoming more intense and always with that teen. Jay tossed the cover on the floor and pulled his sheet over him, he sighed that was the hotel blanket, and he'd have to do a load before housekeeping came, throwing his head back on the pillow and looking at the shadows on the wall. There was no way he would be able to go back to sleep now.

Getting up he looked at the clock, 4:36 am. He'd have to get up soon anyway, reached for his wallet and the soiled blanket and headed for the laundry room.