Ancient legacy

This is a thank you to my first reviewer. I had to change the first chapter somewhat to make it a better fit with the rest of the story. Things happen you know. Hope you like...
*Edited 12/28/2010*

Chapter 2: Figment of my imagination

Hours later, I leaned back under the shadows. My back laid braced against warm, rough bark as I whiled away the time until evening. By now both my parents were sure to be aware of today's little incident. One in a long chain of little incidents that announced the arrival of 'middle adolescence'. I was a late bloomer in all the sense of the word but my mother always kept me abreast of any and all should-have-beens, thus I knew what to expect. Personally, I thought my so-called 'rebellious stage' left a lot to be desired. A sigh escaped my lips as I thought back to my 'early adolescence' once again per my mother's classification.

"The should-have been's list is fairly long. I've met some items but not most of them. Let's see... Um, physical appearance is fairly pleasing as it is, so I don't worry... unless you count Aggie's self-image projection over me. I'm rarely moody until today that is... so yeah, today I was a moody bastard. Kudos to me! check it off the mental list. Let's see... I know exactly who the fuck I am, so there is no use in wondering, right? I don't do diaries or any of those neo-fiction writings... I don't have many friends... then again as Aggie's informed me repeatedly: I am a sarcastic, aloof and unemotional bastard. Whatever... though I do pay attention to Aggie's opinion... mostly. Ever since we met, I've been listening to her. Mr. P. Pressure has yet to visit and I know I am normal... what else was there? Oh, the parent crap... yeah... I must admit... the parental unit is not the bane of my existence as Aggie says... but we definitely don't see eye to eye in certain things... we never have, even when I was a child, so there is no hope for that..." I yawned, staring at the sunlight filtering through the leaves as the overly warm breeze messed with the dark mop atop my head.

"Fuck the heat! I'm taking this off..." I mumbled, sitting up and lifting my shirt over my head. Sweat slid down my front and back, making me shiver as it evaporated. My nipples tightened and heat curled lazily settling in my belly. "Yeah... I masturbate frequently enough but I'm not overly worried about sex with a partner... yet. I guess that one will be on the check list soon enough. I just felt it would be a good idea to experiment and see where that left me..." Heat flooded my cheeks and I stopped, turning on my side. 'Don't go there.' My hand scratched my belly lazily as I leaned back. Feeling cramped, I sat back up to stretch numb muscles. My neck and back popped as I luxuriated in the feel of my own strength and flexibility.

"I dunno what I'd give to have a pool nearby. Water would feel great just about now... darn it! I want a long shower...!" Popping the top button of my pants, I once again turned inwards, going over today's incident inside my head.

"It's true I was bored and annoyed by her actions... the unchanging pattern... the lies... but I know her. She's being her old, bitchy self, nothing new there. It was a typical Aggie day after a breakup. Yeah..." I sighed changing positions to avoid a particularly insistent ray of light that threatened to melt his retinas.

"So, that means the problem is all mine...Hmm." Birds chirped joyfully before they broke into flight and I closed my eyes, to enjoy the sounds.

"I know she's a stupid bitch... so that's no excuse for my attitude... I've never PMS-ed before because she was being obnoxious... That's like throwing a tantrum because it was raining down." I frowned, starting to worry about how normal I was being... Yeah, check that off the list.

"Let's summarize... Um... Fuck, I'm starting to sound like the geek I am... Aggie... Um, yeah... I mean, I'm satisfied with my lot in life...Aggie's another matter but then that's her life. I'm acting out... I get it... but why? I'm neither a punk nor a jock. Cliques, gangs, posies or whatever are out of my comfort zone... I'm not into sports clubs... although I'm good at sports... nothing brilliant mind you... Nobody bullies me -other than Aggie- and I don't bully either. Then, what is wrong? I am as bland as porridge so it can't be my home life. The 'rents're happily married according to them of course... with steady jobs and planned vacations every three years. There're no siblings to drive me up the walls, we've 'talks' all the time... I actually liked them until she got on the adolescent bandwagon... which brings us back again to the starting poing... Why the fuck why? What am I supposed to tell the 'rents tomorrow morning?" I mused out loud, watching the leaves dance and twirl in the wind. Taking a deep breath, I practiced my piece.

"Um... Everything's fine. School's normal... No, mother, I'm not gay -least I don't think so- Yea, Dad, girls seem to like me just fine and boys are friendly enough. I haven't met Mr. P. but I'm never left behind during PE. I don't like anybody so there's no drama or teen angst. I believe yesterday's incident was due to... male hormones? Does that even exist? Fuck! If I don't have a good enough reason, they will ground me... so think, Keenan!" I stared morosely at the leaves strewn all over the little clearing. I ran an anxious hand over my messy curls and bared my teeth.

"What? I guess I was frustrated... because... well, Aggie knows practically everything there's to know about me... and maybe... No... I'm not bringing that up even if they ground me for life!" I balked at the idea of telling them about my first attempt at having sex. Contrary to popular belief, I was still a virgin. 'Aggie turned into a raving lunatic when I returned from my grandparent's house... She became increasingly nosy on that area... Not everybody is a slut... but apparently she needed to know to feel... dunno, less a one? She pushed me too hard which made me panic, so I lied. And I hate lies. Maybe that's it? Come on! I'm sixteen! I should have had sex ages ago!' I huffed, growling angrily at her stupidity.

"Dana sure was cute..." My mind wandered to my current wet dream favorite: Dana, my grandparent's neighbor's kid. She was an experienced and friendly 17 years old. She came up to me as soon as I arrived, wearing short shorts that left little to the imagination. I was struck dumb as she chattered happily. She was a thing of beauty. Her ass was gorgeous all firm and tight, her tits were firm and round and she had the cutest pink nipples I'd ever seen... which was not much to go by, but for me they were perfect... I was very happy with the idea of losing it with her... rearin' to go n' all that... but when push came to shove, my fuckin' cock went AWOL and remained MIA for the duration. We tried everything but nothing important happened. I made her cum with my mouth and hands but nothing else... she said she was pleased and all that crap... but I was so fucking embarrassed, I played sick to get my ass back home. It was good but I didn't want to stay around to be reminded of it, damn it!

"Seems to me you left the best parts unsaid, little prince. I have searched long and hard for you and yet you greet me with such an intriguing tale! Please do continue!" a voice drawled pleasantly from nearby. Near like the branch above mine. I shot upright and almost fell head first. Almost because a strong arm interrupted my head dive, pinning me against the trunk. Warm hands guided my trembling limbs back against the trunk and kept me steady while I regained my footing. My heart thundered between my ears as I looked up, up, up until I met the most brilliant golden-hued eyes I'd ever seen. Their color reminded me of my mother's rare yellow sapphire. I've never seen eyes like that in a person, and these were framed by thick, reddish lashes like his hair.

Relief colored my mind as I relaxed under the warmth of his smile. I answered with one of my own thinking that if Aggie saw those eyes, she would definitely kill him. My stupefied gaze took in thick, rust-colored hair that fell like an untidy curtain over those intense yellow eyes and teased a pair of eminently kissable lips as he breathed. My gaze latched helplessly on the mouth currently offering a twisted smile. Alarmed, my eyes jumped to his knowing yet amused eyes and he winked when I flushed, blinking.
My breath caught in my throat as I looked away to cover my discomfort. I was keenly mortified when my face blossomed with color. 'What is wrong with you, man?'

"Aggie? Why would she kill for my lashes?" he prodded teasingly, rubbing me all wrong. I glared at him as he offered a brilliant smile that provoked heated butterflies deep inside my lower belly.

'Because those eyes are incredible and your lashes are longer 'n hers, you idiot!' I spat mentally but turned away stubbornly. Something in his words baffled me but I was too preoccupied at this point to think about what. I was definitively NOT liking this idiot so I am not saying anything else! The man, who looked not much older than I, narrowed his eyes as he crowded me in against the tree trunk. Both his hands caressed the roughness before my eyes.

"Oh, now I am an idiot... although a hot idiot at that... right? And I suppose you don't agree, do you? You know there are many things to like, right?" My head reared back so fast I practically snapped my neck.

'No, it can't be...No!' my eyes settled on his features and I felt anger explode inside my brain, searing thought away! All of a sudden, I wanted to scratch those cunning eyes out of his face, vanish that hot, dimpled smile and shove my foot up his ass! That man was an prick and I hated him. I tried to process what was wrong with this particular scene but the scent chipped away at my inhibitions and robbed me of rational thought. 'What's wrong, idiot! He's not that hot, and you don't like men. remember?' I snarled inside my head, trying to provoke a response from my silent, unmoving self, still trapped by his intense presence.

"You say you don't like men but your body sure says otherwise... Never fear for I am greatly pleased by what stands before my eyes." The man purred softly, nuzzling his face against mine sensuously. My exposed skin broke in goose-bumps as the heat of his skin registered in my mind. He buried his nose in the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply. My hands curled unbidden around his shoulders as if to bring him closer. A deep yearning pulsed to life deep inside making me dizzy with sudden need. The other purred approvingly and pressed even closer. Soft mewls and sighs, left my mouth unregistered as his scent ensnared me.

"Your aroused scent is decadent, anamchara! The others will be pleased!" he quipped lightly, caressing the skin of my lower back and shoulder with lazy fingers. A path of fire alighted everywhere he touched. This was the first time my body responded so fiercely.

"You are tempting fate, anamchara... Want rides me hard this day. 'Tis not fair of me to take what you sweetly offer without giving you my name. I'm Cinaed, the fiery one." he whispered softly, lips barely grazing my own while he caressed my cheeks tenderly.
The fog lifted slowly and I was able to listen to the alarms blaring inside my brain.

"Huh? Wha... No, I... " I tried tearing my eyes from his gaze but I was unable to move.

"Is there any thing amiss? Or did your cat stole your tongue? If that is the case, then..." he grinned impishly before coming closer to lick my face. The wet heat of his tongue in contact with my face sent bolts of pleasure running down my spine.

'Wait a minute, this fucker is Fucking LICKIN' my FUCKIN' face!' That startled me awake better than hearing his voice for the first time. I pushed at his shoulders with everything I had. The man barely grunted. I thrashed and fought against the tower of flesh and bone pressed against me but that only served as a reason for this fucker to press himself against me. I was panting, cursing and bucking my hips for all I was worth but nothing happened. The man was made of stone apparently.

"Ge'off, ge'off, ge' tha' fuck offa' me!" I cursed, pushing as I should have when this freak appeared. A low chuckle echoed between my ears. he was so close.

"Seems your tongue is where it should, let us keep it there." He purred softly, a sharp contrast to the wicked smile. "Taste healthy, though... Are well muscled... pleasing to the eyes... flared hips n firm ass... A bit slow on the uptake but I guess you'll do." the stranger pushed me against the tree trunk. pressing what felt like a good sized stick against my hip. I refused to think of the darned stick as anything other than a piece of wood... that is until he effortlessly pulled my hips closer and thrust said stick against my thrashing hips, making me see stars. He acted as if I was no more than a child with a temper tantrum. A deep, warning growl rose from my chest and I stilled, unnerved by the situation.

"Oh, the little kitten has claws... must not push too hard, right? Lovely amethyst eyes... You will be the crowning jewel of my people. You are very intriguing but pleasing anamchara..." He examined me, disregarding my panicky breathing and shivering frame while his hands slid lower, exploring. "It's decided. You will make a fine, strong anamchara... good, wide hips, and pleasing features... Oh, by the gods! I approve." The man said taking hold of my wrists and pinning them to the rough bark on top of my head. I resisted with everything I had but he growled, his chest vibrating against mine. Irrationally I felt myself growing pliant and submissive as his hips rocked and thrust against mine.

"Stop! Stop!" I begged as he gyrated his hips, causing a flare of lust to spread up my belly and into my limbs. My flesh hardened immediately, throbbing at attention and begging for attention. My body wanted more of his scent, more of his warm hands caressing me, of his mouth on my skin. My nipples tightened into stiff little peaks also vying for a hard caress.

I was divided. I wanted him to let go and I wanted him to ride me hard. 'Wait, what?' I asked filled with trepidation as lust stabbed me repeatedly. His hands kneaded my ass, tilting my hips to give him a better angle at humping me. I pushed against his thrusts, trying to get even closer to my tormentor. I mewled, growled and whimpered, mind half drowned with pleasure. He stopped his rhythmic thrusting and I swallowed a protest. I was not going to beg to be raped, damn it! Aggie was definitely a bad influence. I was going- my thought processed screeched to a halt the moment I felt hot fingers sliding inside my half-opened pants.

My chest responded with a soft purr, inviting and accepting of this change in pace. I bucked my hips eagerly as his fingers closed around my turgid length. I bit my lips to restrain a whimper, shaking my head.

'No, no, nonononono, NO!' was the desperate chant that took residence inside me. 'It feels so good... but no... I don't want to be raped!' My cock dripped pre-cum while I struggled, attempting to knee the other's groin while he played my body like an instrument. A sharp nail twirled against the sensitive slit and I felt my balls tighten. I panted, my mouth was searching for something.

"Ah, anamchara, I have learned that you can't rape the willing... and you are more than willing to take my flesh right here." A rough finger prodded at the tight ring of muscle behind his balls. A helpless squeak burst from his lips and the bastard had the gall to chuckle softly.

Another growl of protest escaped my chest in protest as the fingertip grazed and toyed with my entrance. I reached blindly, hooking a leg around a sharp hip to bring him closer. A column of golden hued flesh presented itself before my heavy lidded gaze and I latched on, sucking hard. Warm breath blasted furnace hot against my own throat and a defiant growl answered. He pushed my legs aside using his own and kept me pinned and exposed while he once more tried to come close to my neck. I found myself cornered, struggling with arousal and rebellion.

'We are not yours yet!' rang clear as day inside my mind, making me hiss angrily. My body tightened and arched with mounting pleasure while my mind shut down. Thought was suspended for a couple of heartbeats while he held me teetering at the top. With a couple of flicks of his wrist, I was propelled over the edge, my body arched tightly back, like a bow string stretched too tight I snapped. I was free falling, blind and deaf as pleasure pulsed deep inside my straining limbs. My body shook with release and yearning, warm wetness spreading all over my briefs and his hand.

'There goes my Mom-I'm-not-gay theory.' My body relaxed beneath Cinaed against my better judgment, growling a menacing warning like any feral cat.

"There, there anamchara! It pains me to leave but we can not progress any farther until Thiebnals. I allowed my need to weaken my resolve. The others will not be pleased but I will receive my punishment with a smile." He mused resignedly, straightening my clothes. Another growl rose unbidden and he nodded in understanding.

I was alarmed and offended by both his actions and my own response. 'Who gives a flying fuck about what others may think? I've been molested by a pervert in my safe haven and there's nothing I can do about it! Fucking pervert!' I raged against him deep inside my mind, resentment growing quickly.

"I understand your anger but this was a much needed respite after my long search. Please understand and forgive my actions, anamchara." His eyes turned sad and mournful as they took in the fury I could feel seething inside my soul. A hand made as to pet my tousled hair and again, a warning growl rose between us. The hand retreated and I panicked.

'I've turned into a raving lunatic! Fuck! Talk! Don't hiss and spit like a cat! Stop that, crap!' I berated myself weakly while my body shut down. The man seemed to take pity on me and dropped a kiss atop my head before whispering in a language completely foreign to me. My eyebrows rose sluggishly, wondering what he'd said and how to stop him from kidnapping or even worse, raping me.

"Ah, anamchara! I must leave you for now. You are too tempting to stay too long before you, lest I do something we both shall regret later. Know that I shall return to claim what is mine. I return to my brothers to tell of your radiance and beauty. May you stay protected between the guardian's branches." he whispered against my hair and I fell asleep but not before my befuddled mind took in what appeared to be his shrinking form as he turned into a golden-hued, red coated fox. It even had the same smirk on its furry face.

'Damned fox, damned imagination... perturbed...yeah...Next time I will make you into a coat, you rapin' bastard!' were my last thoughts sinking into oblivion safely ensconced between the Oak's branches.

Let me know what you think of it... anamchara means soul mate in Gaelic.