Whew, man this is a long ass chapter. It damn near killed me. Anyway, in case you missed my warning this chapter is rated NC-17. Now for you all that don't give a shit about ratings it means some serious boy on boy bonking. If you don't like this kinda stuff don't read, simple as that. Flames will laughed at, mocked, and put on display for the rest of my fans to poke fun at.
As for my loyal readers who have stayed with me this far, thanks. All of the lovely reviews have only made me want to write more. Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to done my armour because things will probably be thrown at me this time
Chapter 17
"Shit. Gorman he's only getting worse."
Tyler removed his hand from Reid's forehead and wiped it on his pant leg. The teen's skin was still burning up and from the looks of his paleness he running a fever. The blue veins stretching across his face were starting to get uglier as well.
The elder said nothing as he sat in chair by the closed door, his expression grim as he twisted his cane nervously in his hands. Tyler bit his lip nervously as he looked back down at Reid. The veins were starting to grow down the side of his neck and disappearing underneath Reid's t-shirt. After taking another glance in Gorman's direction Tyler raised his hand and gently placed it on Reid's forehead.
"That's not going to do any good." Gorman spoke from the other side of the room.
Tyler ignored him and flashed his eyes, turning them black and the tips of his fingers started to glow with their normal red light. He ran is fingers down Reid's face and along the blue lines.
They didn't disappear.
Tyler took a deep breath and focused harder, using more of his power trying to heal Reid. He felt his energy draining rapidly but he ignored his exhaustion and continued. The veins only turned into a deeper blue color and after a long agonizing moment, Tyler was forced to remove his hand.
"Damn." He swore quietly and slumped down towards the floor, leaning his back against the bed frame.
"I do believe I told you it wouldn't help." Gorman sighed from his chair. "It'll clear up when he's done."
"What?" Tyler asked, not even having enough energy to raise his head.
"Caleb has a spell on him; it'll lift when he's done."
"Done with what?"
"I don't know." Gorman growled slightly and turned his head towards the closed door. "All I know is that Caleb came here for something and the spell he put on Reid and the bloody door won't lift until he's gone."
Tyler thumped his head against the side of the bed. "Damn, what the hell are we supposed to do till then?"
Gorman's answer was simple.
"We wait and pray that Caleb won't harm Pogue anymore then he already has."
"Great." Tyler groaned and thumped his head against the bed once again.
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Pogue, wake up.
Pogue groaned as consciousness slowly came back to him. His head throbbed painfully as something dark gently probed against his mind.
Pogue...
Pogue slowly opened his eyes and blinked them until they focused. The old cracked ceiling of the colony house soon came into view and Pogue frowned. How did he get here? His confusion only lasted a moment before he remembered what Reid had told him.
He slowly sat up, pulling the thin blanket off his stomach and rolled his feet to the floor. His head spun from the movement and he raised his hands to his temples and rubbed them gently. Something gently brushed across his mind and Pogue startled.
He wasn't alone...
His eyes moved towards the doorway and froze when they recognized the dark figure standing in it. A quick second later the lamp on the night stand turned on and Pogue nearly fell off the side of the bed when he got a good look at who it was.
"Caleb?"
Caleb was across the room and crouching in front of him in the blink of an eye. His brown eyes weren't filled with malice or anger like their previous encounter; they were staring at him with their normal warm glow.
"Pogue listen, I only have a moment before he comes back–" Caleb said quickly, fear and worry burned inside of his brown eyes. "I need you to do something for me."
"What?" Pogue stared at Caleb dumbstruck. "Caleb what's going on–"
Caleb's hands grabbed Pogue's shoulder roughly as he spoke. "Pogue just listen. I need you to help me."
Pogue jumped from the contact, fearing the older boy was trying to strangle him. However, Caleb's hands stayed still on Pogue's shoulders.
"What do you want me to do?" Pogue asked helplessly, still wondering what was going on.
Caleb swallowed deeply and his voice was raspy and deep as he spoke.
"That thing you found in my house, I need you to find it."
Pogue searched his mind; most of his memories of what happened in the Danvers house were scattered and few. All he remembered was the realization of Chase still being alive and in control of his best friend.
"What thing?"
"The pendent that Chase found."
Small memory fragments started surfacing inside Pogue mind. He remembered finding something small and shiny on the table by the fireplace. Could that be the thing Caleb was talking about?
"What does he want with it?"
"I don't know. I just need you to get rid of it for me. Hide it, destroy it, I don't care, anything. Just don't let him find it!"
"Where is it?"
"I don't know." Caleb lowered his head. "It's here somewhere and he's looking for it. Please, don't let him find it."
Caleb's hands where shaking and Pogue knew the older boy was trying hard to keep himself together. Even though his heart was screaming for him to do so, Pogue resisted reaching for Caleb's trembling hands.
"Why does he want it? What does it do?"
"I don't know." Caleb whimpered quietly.
Pogue's chest tightened as he stared at the frightened boy crouching in front of him. He reached up and gently raised Caleb's head. The older boy's eyes were glossy and wet, looking like they'd shed tears at any moment.
(God, what has that bastard done to you?)
Anger started brewing inside of Pogue's chest, but he forced himself to stay calm.
"Caleb listen to me." He said softly, his hands still holding Caleb's face in place. "It's going to be okay. I'll find a way to help you."
Caleb's breath halted and his brown eyes gazed down at him with fear.
"Help me Pogue. I can't fight him anymore."
Before Pogue could even respond to his friend's frightened pleas, Caleb tightened his grip on Pogue's body and buried his face the empath's shoulder. Pogue was frozen to the spot, his state of shock was so sever that he wasn't able to do anything other then listen to the sound of Caleb's sobs as his friend cried helplessly into his shoulder.
He snapped out of his shock and gently moved his arms around Caleb's body, rubbing his hands over the other boy's shoulders soothingly. Caleb's grip around him tightened and, even though he tried to stop it, Pogue felt his insides tighten from the contact. How long had he been waiting for a moment like this? Even though the circumstances were less then desirable, it still didn't change the fact that Caleb was finally in his arms.
"I'll save you Caleb, I swear, I won't let that bastard destroy you."
Caleb gently shifted in his arms and brought his face back up towards Pogue's. His brown eyes were glittering in the faint light as he gazed at Pogue silently. Pogue almost squirmed from the intensity in their depths. Then out of the blue, Caleb gently raised his hand to the side of Pogue's face and brushed a strand of Pogue's blond hair behind his ear. Once again, Pogue felt his body completely freeze.
"Caleb?"
The other boy smiled and before Pogue realized it, Caleb leaned closer and gently pressed his lips against his. Pogue's eyes snapped completely open as he stared at the other boy in shock. He couldn't move. He was rooted to the spot. This couldn't be happening.
Caleb pulled away a long moment later, his eyes fully dilated as he gazed at him.
"Caleb what the hell?"
He was beyond confused at this point. Caleb just kissed him. Caleb just fucking kissed him!
"I need you." Caleb whispered softly.
"What?" Pogue asked, feeling dumber by the second.
(This can't fucking be happening.)
"I need you. I need you to make me feel whole."
Before Pogue even had a chance to comprehend what was just said to him, Caleb pushed him down on the bed and gently crawled onto him. Pogue let out a surprised grunt and stared up at his friend in disbelief.
"What the fu – Caleb?"
Caleb only smiled and leaned down over him, his face mere inches away from Pogue's.
"I need you Pogue. You always made me feel whole." Caleb said softly and lowered his mouth on Pogue's once again.
This time Pogue felt his body respond without his consent. His lips parted and allowed Caleb's tongue full entry into his mouth. The older boy didn't waste his moment, his slick tongue rubbing against Pogue's, causing the blond to moan deeply.
(I can't do this.)
Pogue forced his arms up and tried to push Caleb off of him. Sensing this, Caleb sat up and gazed down at him.
"Please Pogue. I need this, I need you. Make me feel whole again, make him go away."
Pogue only felt his confusion increase. Make him feel whole? How the hell was he supposed to do that? Caleb shifted and started gently rubbing his hips against Pogue's. The younger boy flinched at first but soon found himself groaning quietly from the wonderful friction.
(I can't do this!)
But he wants you too...a small voice whispered from the back of his head. Its tone dark and full of venom as it whispered to him.
Caleb's hands rubbed up and down his sides gently, slowly sliding Pogue's thin t-shirt up, revealing the tight skin of his stomach. A quick second later Caleb's hot breath brushed against his skin as the older boy leaned down and lightly planted kisses along the tight ridge of skin.
Pogue groaned loudly, his back arching as the soft lips started working their way upwards as Caleb's hands continued sliding his shirt up, inch by inch until Pogue was forced to sit up and tear it off. Caleb then went back to exploring his chest.
(This is wrong. Caleb doesn't want this.)
Yes he does...The voice whispered again, its dark voice encouraging him on.
A gasp tore from his throat as Caleb's tongue gently grazed over one of his nipples. His hot mouth completely covered it a quick second later, his teeth lightly biting it to make the small bud harden.
(Caleb's confused. Chase has been fucking with his head; he doesn't know what's going on.)
He says he needs you...are you going to deny him that?
"Pogue." Caleb whispered softly, his lips moving up the side of Pogue's neck.
Pogue shuttered and brought his hands up towards the back of Caleb's head, tangling his fingers in Caleb's dark hair. The older boy moved his mouth back towards Pogue's and their tongues clashed once again.
(I shouldn't be doing this. It isn't right.)
Yes it is. Caleb said he wanted you...
Pogue started sliding his arms up Caleb's muscled back towards his broad chest. His fingers pushed into the open folds of Caleb's coat and he pulled the heavy cloth off, letting it slid off the side of the bed towards the floor. Not feeling satisfied, his hands then reached for the hem of Caleb's shirt and tugged at the fabric until Caleb sat up straighter and helped him pull it off. Pogue's eyes hungrily roamed over the broad muscles of Caleb's well-defined chest and shoulders when the troubling fabric was removed.
How many years had he been dreaming of this? How many times had he seen Caleb walk around shirtless and tried like hell to resist running his fingers across the smooth skin?
A lazy smile came to Caleb's face as his fingers gently wrapped around Pogue's wrist and he slowly glided Pogue's fingers across his chest. Pogue's eyes drifted closed. Caleb's skin was so warm and soft under his fingertips.
(He feels just as good as I thought he would.)
"Pogue." Caleb moaned softly as he guided Pogue's fingers down his chest.
They ghosted across his stomach, feeling the softness from the baby-fat entwined with hard muscle around Caleb's abs until they touched something cold. Pogue opened his eyes and saw that Caleb was holding his hand on his belt buckle and looking down at him with lust filled eyes.
Pogue swallowed and sat up, his eyes never leaving Caleb's. As much as he wanted this – and god, did he ever – it didn't feel right.
"Caleb look, we need to stop. This isn't right."
The other boy blinked and stared down at him.
"But I want it and I know you do too."
"You don't want it; Chase is screwing with your head. Caleb you're not yourself–"
"Yes I am." Caleb interrupted him. "Chase isn't here, it's just me."
Pogue gazed at him for a moment before he sighed and resulted to drastic measures, using his powers to feel the air around Caleb. He didn't feel anything for a moment but soon he started picking up emotions, lust, desire, and hunger. He dove deeper, trying to see if Chase's dark presence was around them. He felt nothing... Chase was no where to be found.
(It's really him then.)
Caleb was still staring at him, his eyes slowly lowering.
"Do you still want me?" He asked, his voice sounding small and childish.
Pogue gazed into Caleb's eyes once again, looking for any sign of Chase before he sighed and placed his hands on Caleb's shoulders.
"Yes." He whispered as he pulled Caleb closer.
(Yes, yes, yes. God YES!)
The older covenant member locked their lips together once again and guided Pogue's fingers back down towards his belt. The empath's fingers grazed across the cold metal again and without hesitating, they pulled Caleb's buckle back and ripped the leather from its holsters.
Caleb broke away and started moving his mouth across the skin of Pogue's neck and shoulder. Pogue's fingers fumbled with the button on Caleb's jeans and the older boy's hand once again helped him along, pulling the copper button out of its hole.
(I can't believe I'm doing this...)
With trembling fingers, Pogue slid the denim down Caleb's hips and the older boy wiggled out of them and kicked them towards the floor his foot. He reached for Caleb's boxers when suddenly the dark-haired boy grabbed his hand and pulled it away.
"Caleb?"
The older boy smiled devilishly at him and then pushed Pogue down on his back. His large body crawled over him and once again he placed hot kisses along Pogue's chest. Pogue groaned, his fingers grabbing at Caleb's hair as the older boy worked his way down towards his pants and grabbed at the zipper. He pulled the small metal bit down and slid his hand in the opening.
"Shit..." Pogue gasped as Caleb's hands started rubbing his now hardening cock through the material of his boxers.
He felt his jeans being pulled down his legs and soon all he was left in was his thin boxers. Caleb's hand slid under the thin cotton and Pogue's breath hitched as Caleb's warm hands gently touched his length. His boxers were pulled off a moment later and Caleb watched his hardening member with desire filled eyes. One quick movement later and Caleb was lapping at the head with tongue, making Pogue squirm and moan loudly.
(God, this shouldn't feel this good...)
Yes it should...you've wanted him for so long...
Caleb then took him in fully, his hot mouth completely engulfing Pogue's swelling organ. Pogue groaned and dug his fingers into the bedspread underneath his fingers. Caleb started bobbing his head slowly, his tongue swirling around the head.
"Yes, god Caleb–"
(Where the fuck did he learn to do this?)
Caleb's hot mouth worked him over for another minute, extracting more throaty groans from Pogue's mouth before he pulled away and sat back on knees.
"Pogue...please. I can't wait anymore."
It took a long moment before Pogue could get himself to think clearly.
"What?"
Caleb didn't answer verbally; instead he leaned forwards and lightly ground his hips against Pogue's once again, signaling what he wanted.
(Oh fuck no. This can't be happening.)
He wants you...
The voice inside his head grew more demanding as Caleb continued rubbing against him. God, it felt so good. Pogue couldn't help but whimper quietly.
(This can't be real.)
Yes it is. He wants you, take him...
Caleb gave a forceful thrust with his hips and Pogue's resolve finally snapped. With one movement, he hooked an arm around Caleb's torso and rolled them over until he was on top. Brown eyes gazed up at him hungrily and he was entranced by their warm glow. He could never resist those brown eyes and he wasn't about to start now.
His mouth lunged for the soft skin of Caleb's throat, sucking the hot skin gently, making the older boy groan. Moving downwards, Pogue's mouth drifted across Caleb's Adams-apple and down his firm chest. The older boy moaned and arched up against him as Pogue's mouth moved downwards towards the only bit of clothing he had left. Not wasting a second, Pogue's fingers burrowed under the hem of Caleb's boxers and tore them off, leaving the other boy completely exposed.
Pogue's eyes lingered over Caleb's nude body for a long moment, taking in every detail and curve. His attention was drawn back towards Caleb when he heard the darker haired boy whimper quietly.
"Why'd you stop?"
Pogue gazed down at him, trying to commit the image of Caleb exposed and wanting inside his memory forever. After a moment, Caleb reached up and ran his fingers through Pogue's long hair. He sat up and whispered two words that would echo inside Pogue's mind for all time.
"Take me..."
Pogue's heart skipped a beat as he looked down into Caleb's warm brown eyes.
"You sure?"
Caleb's answer was a throaty moan and he once against rubbed his hips against Pogue's once again. Pogue took that as a yes and moved Caleb's legs around his waist. He brought his fingers towards Caleb's mouth and slipped them passed the boy's soft lips.
Caleb smiled around his fingers and lightly ran his tongue over them, making sure he wetted them thoroughly. Pogue moaned, even the light touches of Caleb's tongue over his fingers was erotic. He withdrew his fingers, their tips glistening with Caleb's saliva, and slowly moved them down towards Caleb's hidden entrance. His fingers slipped under Caleb's leg and rubbed against the tight pucker of muscle. The older boy's head fell back as he whimpered, his fingers digging into Pogue's shoulders roughly.
"Pogue."
His finger gently probed inside the tight ring of muscle enjoying the sight of the other boy thrashing underneath him.
"More." Caleb gasped.
Pogue obliged, sliding another finger inside of him. Caleb's fingers dug in deeper into his shoulders, leaving marks. A third finger was soon added and by this time Caleb was wailing and arching up against him.
"Pogue please, more!"
He wants more...give it to him.
Pogue removed his fingers and angled his hips against Caleb's entrance as he slowly entered the other boy. Caleb groaned quietly and tightened his legs around Pogue's waist. Pogue moaned as well, Caleb felt so good; so good it was sinful. The older boy rocked his hips against Pogue's, encouraging the other boy to move. Pogue obeyed and slowly started thrusting deep into the warmth that surrounded him. In, out, in, out, in, out. Caleb felt so good, his muscles tightening around Pogue's cock as he thrust deeper inside of him.
Caleb pulled him down in a forceful kiss, tongues and teeth clashing as their bodies moved with each other.
(He's so tight, god he feels so good.)
Of course he does…
Caleb's arms tightened around Pogue's shoulders, signaling his body was close to climaxing. Pogue was too, his stamina quickly fading as he pounded into the warm flesh under him. Caleb's body jerked as his thrusts brushed against his sweet-spot, making him moan loudly.
"Pogue."
The sound of his name drifting out of Caleb's lips caused Pogue's whole body to shutter. He pounded into Caleb's body harder, enjoying the sensation of the boy's insides tightly clenching around him.
"Pogue, I'm close." Caleb gasped, his whole body twisting under Pogue's movements.
Pogue's hand soon found his hard cock a moment later and started rubbing it in time with his thrusts, making Caleb wail loudly as his release spilled over Pogue's finger tips and in between both of their sweaty stomachs.
Caleb groaned weekly and slumped back against the bed exhausted. Pogue halted his movements, looking down at the wondrous sight under him. Caleb's whole body was covered in sweat, his pale skin glistening in the faint lamplight.
After a long moment, Pogue readjusted himself and continued his movements. Caleb tightened his legs around his waist, giving full access to his body as the other boy chased his own orgasm. Pogue moaned deep inside his throat as he came, his hot seed spilling deep inside of Caleb's spent body. The other boy's back arched from the sensation, more sweat sounds coming from his mouth.
Pogue gasped as he emptied himself. His fingers were trembling as a burning sensation tore through his entire body. The blood inside his veins felt like it was on fire as it surged through his whole body, feeling like at any moment it'd tear his skin open. His organs were twisting inside of him and his subconscious was trembling as something powerful awoke deep inside of him. Something that was hidden, but felt like it was always there, waiting in the darkness.
Pogue hovered over Caleb for a moment, before his shaking arms gave out and he rolled to the side in order to keep the older boy from being crushed under his weight. Caleb remained where he was, his sweaty chest heaving as he panted deeply. Pogue's body was still twisting it's self inside out as he turned his head and stared at the boy next to him. The sight was so surreal it was almost like one of his dreams. He reached his arm out, intending to touch the other boy's chest when Caleb's breath hitched and he suddenly bolted upright. Fear touched the back of Pogue's mind sharply and he quickly grew concerned.
"What's wrong?"
Caleb ignored him, his brown eyes widening and rapidly moving back and forth across the room.
Growing fearful, Pogue also sat up and gently touched Caleb's shoulder.
"Caleb?"
The older boy flinched and whipped his head around.
"Where am I?"
Pogue frowned, his heart falling into his stomach.
"What do you mean; you're at Gorman's."
Caleb swallowed deeply, his eyes widening. "How did I get here?"
"What? Caleb what the hell are you talking about?"
Caleb didn't answer; he lowered his head and stared down at his hands as if he never saw them before. Pogue saw his shoulders drop slightly and he could've sworn he heard Caleb's breath hitch again.
"Caleb?"
Caleb said nothing.
"Caleb what's wrong?" Pogue was growing more fearful by the minute.
"Pogue." Caleb's voice was dark as he spoke. "I need you to do something for me."
Pogue's stomach turned painfully.
"What?"
"I need, I need you too–" Caleb's voice cracked as the older boy swallowed.
"What?" He asked, his fear starting to override everything around him.
Caleb kept his back to him; his voice was starting to tremble as he spoke.
"If I ask you to do something, will you promise to do it?"
His stomach was turning it's self inside out. What was wrong? One minute things where wonderful and then...
"What do you want me to do?"
Caleb took a deep breath, his shoulders dropping once again as he whispered his answer.
"Kill me..."
"What? Caleb what's going on?"
Caleb finally turned his head; his eyes were dark.
"I can't fight him anymore. He's too strong." Tears were starting to fall from Caleb's eyes. "I need you to kill me."
"Caleb you can't be serious."
Pogue tried to reach for him but Caleb moved away.
"Please Pogue! I need you to help me. Kill me before I hurt someone else, please!"
"Caleb, I can't."
"Pogue I don't want to hurt anymore people. Help me. Do it while I'm in control."
Tears were now falling in rivers down Caleb's cheeks. Before Pogue could react, Caleb reached out and grabbed his hand.
"Use your powers, a knife, I don't care. Just do it..."
Caleb placed his hand on his chest right above his heart. His eyes were wide and pleading as they gazed at Pogue, silently willing him to do as he asked.
"Caleb, I can't. I'd never hurt you."
"Please, it's the only way to stop Chase. It's the only way to keep me from hurting anymore people."
"I can't."
"Pogue, I need you too, it's the only way–"
"Caleb, I can't!"
"Please." Caleb pleaded his brown eyes full of pain.
"Caleb stop it! Can't you see that I can't?" Pogue yelled, his own eyes starting to water. "I can't do it Caleb. I love you too damn much."
At that, Caleb's eyes darkened and the other boy swallowed deeply.
"Pogue, if you really love me then do as I ask." The older boy sobbed, still holding Pogue's hand over his heart. "Save me..."
Pogue swallowed deeply. "Caleb...I can't.
Caleb's eyes darkened and he lowered his head.
"Caleb listen to me. You can fight him, you're stronger then he is. Gorman can help you."
"No he can't." Caleb sobbed as he slowly slid away from Pogue's reach. "No one can."
"Yes we can Caleb. Don't give up." Pogue reached forwards and grabbed the side of Caleb's head. "I promise I'll find a way to help you."
Caleb gazed at him, his eyes glossily and full of more tears.
"You can't. He's too strong."
"Caleb I swear, I'll save you!"
Caleb swallowed once again and lowered his head. Pogue removed his hands hesitantly.
"Caleb?"
The other boy didn't raise his head. His fingers slowly curled together into fists and his shoulders straightened.
"Caleb?"
Caleb's head shot up and his eyes were black as night, forcing Pogue to slide back a few inches. Caleb was now glaring at him darkly and Pogue immediately recognized the source of his friend's odd behavior; Chase was in control again.
"How pathetic can you possibly be? He asked for you're help–he fucking begged for it and you reject him. Some friend you are."
Pogue balled his fists and stood up, ignoring the fact that he was still naked.
"You asshole. You were controlling him the whole time?"
Caleb laughed again, the sound of it making Pogue's skin crawl.
"Well, not the whole time but most of it. That was quite the lovely little show you two put on."
Pogue's fingers tightened, his nails where starting to cut into the skin of his palm.
"You sick fuck."
Caleb smiled and stood up. "Maybe, but that didn't stop you from taking advantage of him. And I thought you were his friend."
Pogue growled. Even though he'd rather die then admit it, Chase was right. He took advantage of Caleb.
"So tell me Pogue, how does it feel to finally get what you want?"
"You sorry fuck. I'm gonna kill you." Pogue yelled, his eyes turning black.
"Now, now, you wouldn't hurt your dear Caleb now would you? What was that you said; 'I'd never hurt you, I love you too damn much', something like that?"
Pogue glared at him, his mouth twisting into a snarl.
"I swear I'm going to fucking rip your heart out!"
Caleb merely smiled. "Pogue, we both know that isn't going to happen. Now you'll have to excuse me, I have more important things to do then exchange meaningless threats with you."
Before Pogue could move the light on the night stand click off and Caleb disappeared. Pogue's hands were shaking and he quickly fell onto the bed before his legs could give out.
(Oh god, oh god. What have I done...?)
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Now before you all riot let me assure you there will be some good coming out of this...and the next sex part will be much happier. (Hides behind shield)