For disclaimers, please see Chapter 1.
Author's Note: Please let me know if you'd like me to continue this story. It seems only one or two people are still reading. I realize I don't post often, but quite honestly, more reviews more chapters.
"Oh my god, how hot was that?" the feral crowed, her eyes glassy. "All naked and big muscles and big… everything." Shalimar licked her lips unconsciously. "I mean, we knew about Brennan from his workout clothes, right? But Jesse? Holy crap. Know what I mean, Em?"
"Em?" Shalimar looked at Emma, who had her eyes squeezed shut, as well as her fists. "Oh, come on, Em… don't get all homophobic on me. It's sex, it's good, and lord knows they needed a way to work out their differences.'
"Can't block it out," Emma whispered through gritted teeth.
"Block it out? The sight of them naked together? Girl, you got problems, because that was…"
"Not that," Emma groaned, nearly in a pant. She raised her hand to her temple, and then pushed her fingers into her hair. They twisted, grabbing her hair tightly. Her mouth opened in a gasp. "Feel them… feel everything."
Shalimar gaped at her. "Are you serious?"
Emma fell back against the wall, head lolling to the side. She gasped again, and a moan escaped her lips. "Do I look like I'm joking? Please… get me out of here… away from here."
Shal reached out and took her arm, but Emma stiffened, a needy cry escaping from her. Another followed it, louder. Emma's eyes opened, glowing lavender. A louder cry next, and Shal watched as Emma's whole body arched against wall as she screamed "Oh god, yes!", and then slumped to the floor.
Shalimar bent to pick her up. "Fuck. I get peek-a-boo nipples and she gets to have orgasms from a frickin' psychic contact-high off two hot men going at it? This is so not fair. Fuck!"
Jesse strode into the bar, a cocky swagger in his step. He ordered a beer and smiled as the bartender asked him for his ID. He proudly pulled it out from his wallet and flashed it at the man.
"You sure you're 21? You look younger than that to me."
"Just good genes, I guess." And a really good fake ID, he thought to himself. Adam could make a fortune doing this for teenagers.
The bartender set his drink in front of him, and Jesse dropped some bills onto the counter. He picked up the drink and wandered off into the crowd, conscious of eyes raking over his body.
Adam told me I'd have no problem get noticed in this place, but damn… guess I should take advantage and make some friends.
17-year-old Jesse downed his beer and headed out to the dance floor. It didn't take long for him to be engulfed in the crowd, men pressing up against him, hands reaching and rubbing, stealing handfuls of his ass and cock here and there.
Oh yeah, Adam. Missions suck, he thought with a smile.
A particularly large man got a little too forceful with him about twenty minutes later, grabbing him and pulling him to the back of the club. If this hadn't been exactly what Jesse had been waiting for, he would have decked him. However, when he got hit with chloroform a few minutes later, that surprised him.
Jesse woke up some time later, tied up in a small concrete room with a steel door. He could hear voices outside the room.
He phased at the ropes fell through him and he stood up, turning solid once again. He crept up to the door and put his ear against it.
"Fuck! I hope Wainright gets here soon. I keep thinking about that guy's tight ass. My dick is so hard it feels like it's going to break. I don't know how much longer I can wait."
"You'll wait, and you'll like it. You know the boss gets first fuck. He's got a thing for twinks… especially twinks who might have cherry asses."
Jesse stepped back from the door. Sounds like I'm in the right place. He phased and stuck his head through a sidewall, looking for an exit. Jesse saw another cell, and a bloody body huddled in the corner.
He stepped through and solidified, rushing to the beaten man. The man looked up, startled, and cowered back, afraid of another beating.
"Shhh!" Jesse whispered. "I'm here to help."
"Help," the man repeated, his voice low and raspy.
"Are you Paul?"
He shook his head. "Matthew."
"Are there more people here? Held captive like you?"
"A few. They made us do things… to each other, and to them."
"Okay, don't worry. I'm gonna get you out of here. But I need to go look for a way out."
"You have a key?" he asked, his eyes hopeful.
"Nah… I don't bother with keys." Jesse smiled. "Can you keep a secret?" After the man nodded, Jesse continued, "Okay, don't tell anyone what you about to see… and don't yell or scream okay? Or I might not be able to get you out."
Jesse moved to a wall and phased through it, and left a gaping man behind him.
He quickly traversed the building, learning the layout and identifying the exit. The exit had been concealed cleverly on both sides, a sliding panel in the wall that fit almost seamlessly. The gay bar sat on one side of the wall, a house of horrors on the other.
Now he needed to find some proof to shut this place down and get the captives out. He turned and walked away from the exit, and bumped into someone.
Jesse jumped back and massed, ready to attack, but faltered when he saw three things.
First, the stranger was easily the most handsome man he'd ever seen. Tall, dark, and handsome didn't begin to describe him.
Second, electricity coursed between his finger tips.
Third, he seemed just as shocked looking at Jesse all massed up.
The man snapped his fingers shut and the electricity dissipated. "Maybe we should talk first."
Jesse unmassed and agreed.
In low whispers, information changed hands. The handsome man called himself Brennan. He told Jesse he'd been hired to do a job, nothing more.
"Does that involving raping the young men back there?"
"What are you talking about?"
Jesse could see from the surprise in his eyes that he indeed had no part of the rapes and murders of the young men. "What kind of job?"
"You a cop?"
Jesse shook his head. "No… but I am one of the good guys. What kind of job?"
"A heist. I'm a thief."
"And you've got powers. Control electricity."
"Yup. And you?"
"There's time for that later. In the back of that building, there are men held in cells. They've been beaten and raped and after awhile they'll be found dead, like the others. They took me earlier and now I …"
Jesse stopped when Brennan put his hand on his mouth and nodded to the door. Brennan hit the hidden switch to pull back the panel and quickly pushed them through, back out into the bar. He pulled Jesse out onto the dance floor.
"What are you doing?"
"If you want to live, follow my lead. People are coming." Brennan pulled off Jesse's shirt, leaving him bare-chested and stuck the corner of his shirt into his back pocket, letting the rest hang down. Then Brennan pulled off his own black skull cap and pulled it down onto Jesse's head
And then Brennan pulled him closer and kissed him.
And kissed him some more.
And Brennan's hands roamed his back and his ass, and Jesse could only cling to him, overwhelmed by the sudden passion.
"Hey! Mulwray! Put it back in your pants! I thought you were just coming up for a drink!"
Brennan raised his mouth from Jesse's, but turned Jesse's mouth to his neck, effectively keeping his face hidden from the other men who stood behind Jesse. Jesse recognized the voice – it belonged to the man who had grabbed him earlier.
"I'll be in there in a minute. I'm busy."
"He looks tasty. Bring him with you if you want."
"Sorry, boys. I don't share what's mine." Jesse felt him squeeze his ass, his fingers digging into his cleft, even through his jeans. Jesse gasped and grabbed onto Brennan more tightly. "And this one is definitely mine."
"Pity," the big man shrugged. "Boss'll be here soon. Don't make him wait." The men turned and grabbed a few bottled beers from the bar and headed back to the wall with the hidden panel. They turned the corner that shielded the wall from prying eyes, and Brennan let out a sigh.
Jesse didn't let go of him though. "Are they gone," he whispered, still licking and kissing Brennan's neck and ear.
"If I say no, will you keep doing that?"
Jesse looked up at him, smiling. Brennan captured his mouth in another kiss.
Brennan broke off the kiss and looked into his eyes. "So, a good guy, huh?"
"Uh huh."
"Help people and all that?" Brennan asked as he squeezed his ass again.
"Yes."
"And what can you do? I saw something happen to you when we bumped into each other, but I don't know what."
Jesse pushed his pelvis against the taller man, his erection grinding against the taller man's leg while Brennan's cock pushed at his abdomen. Brennan eyes closed briefly at the feeling. "I phase, and I mass."
"What's that mean?" Brennan said, lost in the feeling of Jesse continuing to grind against him.
"I can walk through walls if I'm phased and bullets bounce off me if I'm massed."
"Really? You sure you're a good guy, 'cause you and I would make a great team. We could steal anything."
Jesse stopped and looked him square in the eye. "Or, you can be a good guy and come help me save those men."
Brennan looked at him and said nothing.
"You and I would make a great team," Jesse repeated, grinding against him again, just a little.
Brennan smiled. "I suppose there are some fringe benefits to this whole team thing."
Jesse smiled back, coyly.
Brennan kissed him again, and then whispered in his ear, "Okay, I'll help you, and then I'm gonna fuck you silly."
Jesse shivered. "Brennan, I… uh."
"What? You a top?"
Jesse stammered. "I'm not sure. I've never actually done it before."
Brennan swallowed thickly. "You're a virgin? Guess I'm gonna have to take it slow the first time." Brennan kissed him gently.
"And … uh… I'm 17."
Brennan took a step back. "What? But you're in here and you look so hot, and your cock is so…" Brennan shook his head.
"Please help me. Help me help them."
"How long until you turn 18?"
"About two months."
"Fuck."
"Please? I'm begging you. If you want I'll get down on my knees."
Brennan's eyes glazed over. "Don't go there. Not for two months anyway." He grabbed Jesse's hand and pulled him over to the secret wall.
"God? You better be watching this, 'cause I want credit for it later!" he grumbled.
"Okay, I'll help you. But this doesn't mean I'm a good guy, and in two months, I'm gonna fuck you like there's no tomorrow."
Jesse looked at him sexily. "Let's get this clear. You're helping me 'cause you're a good guy, and you're waiting two months to fuck me because you're a good guy. And I'm not gonna let you fuck me as payment for helping me, I'm gonna let you fuck me because I've never lusted for anyone as bad as I want you, and I know you want me. We clear now?"
Brennan looked at him hungrily and more turned on than ever. "Clear," he said. "But if I die from blue balls in the next two months, it's all your fault."
"Oh, don't worry, I won't let that happen." Jesse moved in quickly and gave him another kiss. "Now let's go."
"What do you mean you brought home a friend, Jesse? Sanctuary is a secret!" Adam raged.
"Look, he helped me get all those guys out and bust the operation up. They won't be grabbing any more guys."
"And that's great, Jesse, but you were only there to gather intel! You put yourself in a huge amount of danger!"
Jesse rolled his eyes. "You act more and more like my father every day!" Jesse shouted.
Adam stepped back as if stung. "I just worry about you, Jesse. And this guy you brought home, he's so much older, and I didn't even know you were gay! I thought you were just going to pretend for the mission."
Jesse walked over to him and put his hand on his shoulder. "I know you care, Adam. But I'm growing up and I know what I want. Besides, I don't think Brennan is just my boyfriend… I think he could help us, help all of us. His powers are really strong, Adam. He's not your average mutant."
Adam smiled at him, never able to stay angry with him for long. "Since when is there an average mutant?"
Jesse rolled his eyes again. "You know what I mean."
Adam looked at him with a predatory smile. "Does Shal know you brought home a boy yet?"
Jesse's eyes widened. "Oh shit."
Brennan woke in Jesse's arms hours later, Jesse sleeping softly.
He looked down and realized they were naked and felt the drying cum on his belly.
"What the fuck?" he whispered, pulling away from Jesse quickly, waking him up.
"What the fuck are you doing to me?" Brennan shouted. "I am not gay! Stop doing this to me!" Brennan bolted to where the door should have been and met a solid wall. "Let me go! Let me go!" he shouted.
"Brennan, just calm down. Everything is okay."
"Okay? Okay? Everything is not okay. You keep making me do things with you."
"No, Brennan. I'm not making you do anything."
"I'm not gay, okay! I wouldn't just do those things."
"Brennan, Adam did things to us. Changed our memories. You and I were in love… until Adam screwed everything up."
Brennan looked at him in shock. "There's no way. That's not possible. I'm straight."
"It'll be okay, once you remember."
"Fuck that! I'm not gay, and you aren't going to make me gay."
"Brennan," Jesse said, moving towards him and reaching out his hand.
"Don't fucking touch me. You touch me and make me feel … things I shouldn't feel. Just leave me alone."
Jesse sighed. "Okay. But I'm going to send you some of Adam's files that I found, okay? It'll explain everything."
"Doesn't matter, I'm not gonna read them. You probably made them up. I'm not gay, just accept that."
"Brennan, I love you and I'm not gonna give up on you." Jesse glanced at the walls and they vanished, and Brennan ran. "I'm not giving up on us."
To be continued?
12/30/2005