My Beloved Shadow

Back at the house Nick calmly places the bag of things they’d purchased by the couch and sits down. He’s learned over the years that, whether your angry or not, keeping a calm demeanor helps the situation. Even if only by unnerving the other person. He had gone through a period of rage when he was about ten.

Whenever his father would hit his mother, or go after him, he would lash out. Some times it would be at his father, but other times it would be at the other kids at school. They put him through counseling to try and stop the rage, to plug it up. He hated to tell them that ’plugging’ it was what his problem had been.

Because of those counseling visits he had learned to hide his anger. If no one wanted to acknowledge that his father beat him and his mother, then he wouldn’t acknowledge it in public. Needless to say, he has years of bottled up rage and hatred that is slowly trickling out. But, at this moment, he is calmly sitting on the couch while Michael paces.

Michael is nervous about Lance being on to him. It’s not like Lance could do anything to him. No, it would be more like Lance could make certain he would be unable to do this again.

“Are you going to talk or are you going to just pace back and forth? I’m suppose to be the one that’s upset.”

Michael stops, mid-motion, and turns to face Nick.

“I’m sorry. Where do you want to start at?”

Nick sighs, “The beginning. But, your real name would be nice as a start.”

“Tsion. My real name is Tsion. It is from the language of the gods and means purity.”

Nick makes a face, not really sure if he believes him or not.

“Cute…” Nick is entirely sarcastic about it, it sounds like he’s saying ‘Zion’, and Nick knows what that means.

“In the beginning their was only one language, the language of the gods. Their children, the First children of the gods, spoke the language as well. Later, when mortal creatures were created the gods gave up their language for the language of their half children.”
A look of arrogance crosses Michael‘s, or Tsion’s, face.

“Those created after the First are hardly worthy of the attention the gods have lavished upon them.”

“You look ugly when your so arrogant.”

Michael glares at Nick a moment before his face goes blank. Nick moves to sit at the edge of the couch, leaning forward slightly as his eyes lock with Michael’s.

“Ok, so your really called Tsion. Now, who is Lance?”

“You ever watch a movie with dragons, or read a book, and wish that they really existed? Back before Lance was Reborn, he was a dragon. His soul came into being inside the body of a dragon and he grew up that way. Many years later, well past his prime, he was set upon by a band of hunters and killed. He pleaded to the gods and, like the fools they are, they made him Reborn.”

“What is Reborn?”

Michael thinks for a moment, unsure of the translation. “Incarnation, I suppose you could call it. Out of the carcass of the dragon a human male child appeared. He was found after a day by travelers.

Being Reborn means your are given a second life. Lance hated the fact that he had been Reborn as a human, one of the things he despised so much growing up. He fought with us in the Great War, while he was still dragon. He had very little love for humans but he owed the leader of the war.

An interesting little bit about him, though, his full name is Lancelot. I didn’t discover the humor of that until I came here. His true name, the one given to him at birth, is one no one mentions. He is human now and lives with his human name. To call him otherwise is to insult him.”

And Michael has called him by his true name a few times.

“What about Keilic?”

Michael snorts and looks away. “Do you remember when I told you about the two lovers I had during the war?”

“The ones that died?”

“Yes. Treybor was the Enhancer while Keilic was the magic user. Keilic was the king, made so at age twelve when his father was killed. He died with the Dark Divine’s loyal minion. Years later that afore mentioned minion was sent back to the mortal realm.

The gods sent Keilic back. He wasn’t Reborn, though. No, he had to retain his original form for him to do what needed to be done. His soul was given form, a perfect version of what he had been at death.”

“I thought you said he was dead?”

Michael turns back to look at Nick.

“I did. Most of the time it feels as if he still is. When he came back we came together for a short time. But he slowly distanced himself from me. He had found other things, and other people, of interest.

But, he doesn’t view the world like that. He thinks I left him, though he doesn’t try to get me back.”

On one hand, Nick is happy that he and Lance had never been lovers. On the other hand, he thinks he might be interested in tearing this Keilic’s hands off. And maybe something else as well.

“But, at the moment none of that matters. Lance knows I’m here and it’s best I move on before he catches me doing something I shouldn’t.”

This perks Nick’s interest, “What shouldn’t you be doing?”

“Humans are considered a nearly extinct species. They are, how do you say, protected. I can come and visit, fool around a little, but actually trying to take a human away from here is illegal.”

“Why are you taking humans?”

Michael laughs softly, bitterly. “Because humans don’t have a strong enough gene to override the gene’s of my people. When they get one of my women pregnant the child will be of my people, not human. If I were to take any other creature, that creatures DNA would mix with that of my people and would merely create a hybrid. I don’t want that, not yet anyway.”

Nick is about to say something nasty when he stops. What would happen if Michael runs now and is caught? Nick isn’t human, he’s certain that Lance had to of seen that, so if he’s with Michael when he’s caught taking humans off planet what will happen to him? He’s not getting in trouble because of Michael, not something that big.

Nick stands up and walks over to Michael. He places a hand on his arm to make him look at his eyes.

“That’s not a smart thing to do, you know. If Lance knows you as good as I think he does, he’ll know that you would run at the first sign of danger if you really are doing something you shouldn’t. Give it a few days before you go and run off.”

He pauses a moment, thinking about Jason and Norris having to leave him. He can only imagine what it will be like to have family and have to go far away. Nick doesn’t have family any more, so he’s not leaving anything behind. But they are.

“And give Jason and Norris some time to say good bye. Call them over tomorrow night and tell them that we’re going to be leaving. Then give them a couple days to say their good bye’s.”

“What about Lance? He’ll be watching me closely.”

“Let him. We would just be getting together with another couple. Slip in a movie while we talk and he won’t think anything of it. When they leave tomorrow night, tell them to not come back until it’s time to leave.

Besides, he can’t do anything till you leave with them, right?\"

“Right.” Michael is starting to get the idea, and it’s brilliant.

“You know, it’s a good thing I have you with me. I never would of thought of that.”

Something hot and burning in the pit of Nick’s stomach threatens to boil over but he pushes it back down, stroking it tenderly. It’s the only comfort he has in a life that’s nothing more than a nightmare.

Michael’s arm around his waist wakes him up.

“Will you sleep with me tonight? I want to wake up with you beside me in bed. I want to see what you look like when the morning sunlight shines into the room, haloing your face.”

“A poet, are you?”

Michael laughs, “Hardly. Now, if you want a poet, Keilic would be your man. He could charm an enraged Were. There are reasons why he is a favorite of the gods.”

“Lets not talk about them any more. How about we get something fixed for dinner. You can call Jason and Norris while I find it.”

“Sounds good. But, you didn’t answer my question. Will you sleep with me tonight?”

Nick pries Michael’s hand and arm from around his waist and starts making his way to the kitchen.

“I’ll think about it.”

He said, then disappears into the kitchen. They both know he will. He’s resisted the urge to for a long while and after seeing Michael with Lance, Nick wants to make sure he knows where he stands in the scheme of things.

A few minutes later Nick is cutting up a couple frozen pizza’s when he feels Michael walk up behind him and slip his arms around Nick’s waist. Michael leans against Nick’s body, liking the way he arches back so that their bodies are perfectly aligned, save for the slight height difference.

“Smells good.”

“I guess. It’s frozen pizza, which is almost worse than real pizza. At least it is at the moment because that’s about all we eat.”

“You don’t like pizza?”

Nick turns around in Michael’s arms.

“I don’t like eating pizza this much.”

Michael kisses his lips lightly, smiling as he does so.

“How about we skip eating, then?”

“No, I’ve all ready cooked them so we have to eat them.”

Nick wiggles against Michael, rubbing against the other’s obvious erection.

The food is gone before either realize that they’ve even started eating, and they are in Michael’s room making out within half an hour of eating.

Their kisses are fevered, their hands urgent. Their lips and mouth are melded together as their tongues dance within each other’s mouth. Shirts all ready gone, Nick breaks from the kiss to kiss his way down Michael’s chest. He pauses a moment to give Michael’s nipples some attention, biting on them softly right before he continues down.

At his bellybutton Nick moves his tongue around the out side, then moves it inside, his tongue thrusting against the sensitive skin there. While he’s doing that his hands work at Michael’s pants.

When Michael’s pants drop to the floor Nick moves lower. His tongue touches the tip of Michael’s cock, caressing it gently then moves further back until he has touched the entire length of him. Just as slowly he takes the cock into his mouth, sliding it into his mouth inch by slowly agonizing inch.

When he’s taken as much as he can into his mouth, which is all of it, careful not to gag, he draws back. It doesn’t take Michael long to loose himself in the sensation of Nick’s warm mouth around his cock. He nearly loses his control, his hips bucking forward.
Nick stands up and kisses Michael’s lips softly. Michael’s hand moves to cup Nick’s ass, squeezing it. Nick gives him a look and shakes his head and Michael moves his hands up to hold his waist.

Nick moves away, out of Michael’s reach, shedding his pants off as he goes. He lays down on the bed, completely naked, and motions for Michael to join him. Michael needs no more invitation than that and quickly climbs onto the bed. When he moves over Nick and goes to kiss him Nick moves just out of reach and moves a hand along Michael’s back.

Michael smiles, getting the message, and lays down on his stomach, letting Nick take the lead. For the moment, anyway. While Nick kisses along his back, caressing and nipping gently, Michael reaches over to the table beside the bed and pulls a small container out of the drawer. He gives it to Nick who looks at it oddly for a moment, then bursts out laughing.

“Really.”

He shakes his head as he opens the container of strawberry flavored, water based, lube, not even asking why Michael has it in his drawer when he hadn’t before. He applies a generous amount to Michael’s hole, and then to his own cock. He leans forward, his lips against Michael’s ear as he positions himself.

“You knew I would do this again, didn’t you?”

“It was a hopeful guess.”

Michael’s voice is breathless as he speaks, and nearly lost in the bedding. Nick thrusts into him and quickly builds of a hard rhythm. It’s strangely arousing to Nick to be on top, to have some control of the situation, and he finds that the rage deep inside of him calms down the harder he moves inside of Michael, the more he uses his teeth as his mouth moves along Michael’s back.
They both come together, collapsing in a breathless heap. Nick pulls out of him and lays down beside Michael. They stay like that for a long time before Nick feels Michael move, his own eyes closed.

“My turn.”

Michael moves to straddle his waist as he lays on his stomach. Eyes still closed, Nick sighs softly and gives himself over to Michael. It doesn’t bother him nearly as much as he thought it would. It seems that in these instances Nick can completely forget the first time with Michael.

He had nearly forgotten it entirely when his grandparents had learned of what was going on and turned on him. It had brought everything crashing back down. He won’t be that foolish again, but he also can’t see the harm in enjoying the pleasure part of it. Nick has gone a long ways from the shy kid at school.

He’s come close to being once again the kid at school that everyone fears. The other kids at his school had been almost glad his parents died and he had been forced to move away. He had beaten on many of them, threatened all of them. He had lashed out at his father by becoming the school bully, then as he got older he had hidden all that rage.


** Two chapters in one day... My brain is fried now, no more chapters for awhile. *smile*
Ah, so many revelations, yet their are still questions, no? And Nick is seriously pissed, but not nearly as much as he will soon be. *grins evily*
I believe that some nice reviews will inspire me to more chapters a lot sooner.