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Adult ++
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7
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Chapter 5
Chapter Five
“But Clive…” Trenton pleaded.
“I said NO, precious. You have homework to catch up on and you’ve been sick.” Clive said firmly.
Trenton pouted.
“That’s not very becoming of you.”
“Look, I promise to bring you back many movies and many, many happy comic books. Ok?” Casey said, trying to cheer him up.
“I can get those here.” Trenton muttered dejectedly.
“Ones that are entirely all slash? You do know what that means?”
“Yes, we have fan fiction too.”
“Thank god for that. And I do have one questions, just why are you going with me?” Casey asked Clive.
“Because I want to make sure you remain safe. You will need company to gather your things.”
“Uh—huh. Right.” Casey’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “So if Julian just happens to drop by for a friendly chat, you’re gonna what? Stop him? You’d be a wonderful punching bag, I’m sure.”
“Casey.” Clive tired to appeal to him.
“No. Not going to happen. Besides, this will take a few trips. I’m going first to get money and a few things. I can carry that all by myself. No, I’ll take the man of steel as my bodyguard, thank you VERY much.”
“Someone call for me?”
“Right on time. I do love a man who’s punctual.” Casey said brightly. “Let’s go.”
“Casey, please reconsider—.” Clive tried again.
“NO!” Casey snapped at him. “Goddammit, no, Clive. I will NOT have you be another dead body on his list. DO YOU UNDDERSTAND ME?!”
That certainly brought Clive up short. They all stared at Casey, mouths slightly agape.
“Look, trust me when I say you’ll be no match for him, ok? And…just leave it at that. For now. I’ll explain later…”
“Of course, darling.” Clive said sympathetically. “But someone needs to pull you back once you DO get to your right reality.”
“So that’d be you, am I right? You’re a very hard man to beat, Clive.” Casey said in defeat. “Fine, fine. But let’s just hurry it up, ok? The sooner we know the right one, the faster I can get my stuff and find a place here.”
“You want what?” Casey said.
“Your DNA. See, the machine locks onto your DNA code, that way we know where you are.” Superman explained.
“Can’t we keep a telepathic signal or something?”
“I’m afraid not. All I need is a strand of hair.”
“Oh, all right. But that is ALL you are using this for. No scientific experiments, alright? If got into the wrong hands…I shudder to think of what they could do.” Casey plucked a strand of hair out of his head and handed it over to him.
“I would too.” Superman said gravely.
The trip to the Fortress of Solitude had been short, but awkward. Casey was lost at why Superman called his hideout thus.
“You DO know how to work this thing, right?” Casey asked Clive.
“Superman explained it to me, yes.”
“So if I come back with my head where my feet should be I’ll have you to thank. Great.”
“Your sign of trust is overwhelming.” Clive said dryly. “Where is this coming from? I’ve done nothing but help you. Yet you close yourself off to me again and again.”
“If I could say it was nothing personal…well, it really isn’t. But…you remind me of HIM. And the whole Dom/Sub thing…just gets to me. To control someone like that…to give up free will. It makes me flinch. It makes me shiver. It scares me. I’m not about control. I like loosing it. I like being wild and crazy. But I also know where and when to draw the line.”
“Casey, from what you told me, and you should know this, you had nothing like what Trenton and I had with Julian.”
“I do. But it’s more then that. It’s in your mannerisms. It’s in the words that you use. It’s the way you talk. It’s the whole control thing. I don’t like to be dominated. I don’t want to give up my control ever again.”
“Casey, I would never do that without your permission.”
“I know… Ok, I’ll promise to do better. Kinda start over. Ok?” He held out his hand towards Clive. One step forward to trust.
Clive took it. “Thank you.”
“All made up now?” Superman asked.
“Yep, I think we’ve just about covered it. Let’s get this show on the road.” Casey strode over to the small platform. “Kinda small…for two.” He got a grin on his face. He turned to Superman, “Hold me?”
Before Superman could utter a rebuttal, Casey leapt into Superman’s arms. Lightning quick reflexes caught him. “Thanks,” Casey devilishly, wrapping his arms around Superman’s neck. He had a sort of wistful expression on his face. “Let’s begin my good man!” he called over to Clive who was gawking at Casey’s antics.
“Please,” Superman said, not all to sure of what to make of having Casey in his arms.
“Be careful.” Clive didn’t know for whom he meant it for. And he flipped the switch….
“NO! Leonardo DiCaprio IS NOT PRESIDENT! Run away!”
“Can you at least stand on your own now?” Superman said hopefully .
“Party pooper. Fine.” Casey hopped down. “Next!”
“This is odd…it reminds me of…” Casey said listing to people talk with funny British accents and everyone seemed to be doing odd comedy skits.
“Hey, what a cute white bunny…”
“ACK! NO! Stay away from the BUNNY! Run Away!”
“But it’s just a bunny…OHMYGOD!!”
“NEXT!”
“What was that?!” Superman demanded when the world stopped.
“The bunny of DOOM. Sorry about that. Hey…I think this is it.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah…it feels right. Thank god no one is around. We need you in civilian clothes. It’s a little past Halloween now. Where are we…ah! Far from home. I think we need to take this to the sky. I can direct you.”
“There’s been a scuffle here…I can smell blood.” Superman said, looking around. They were in an abandoned lot. Nothing but trash, dirt and leaves and abandoned cars.
“Yeah, I know. This is where Julian beat the shit out of me. Can we go?”
“Oh, sorry, yes.”
Not more then a few minutes later they touched down in an alley way ½ a block from Casey’s apartment. “The trick will be to get you past the doorman…oh, what the hell do I care? Come on. If you don’t mind a few stares.”
“That’s ok.”
The little walk almost caused two cars to collide and everyone to get a crick in their necks from looking.
“Good Afternoon Mr. Armagh….new friend?” Asked the doorman, Lou, who was trying to keep his mouth closed.
“Ah, something like that. As anyone asked for me?”
“Just one, and she was mighty peeved.”
“What else is new. Thank you.” Casey pulled out a $20 and gave it to him. He gathered up his mail and took the elevator to the top floor.
“Why couldn’t we just land up there?” Superman asked when the doors closed.
“Because they’d be suspicious and I wanted my mail.
“Who asked after you? Your mother?”
“I hope not, she’s been dead for years. It was probably my twin.”
“You have a twin sister?”
“To a manner of speaking, yes.” The elevator chimed and opened to a very big, posh apartment. “Welcome to MY fortress of solitude. Make yourself at home. I need to make a few phone calls to get my affairs in order.” Casey wandered over to the phone and hit his answering machine.
*BEEP* “Casey?! The FUCK are you? You’re not answering your cell and no one has seen you in days! What’s going on? Did that asshole come back, AGAIN?! CALL ME! I better not find your body in a morgue!”
“That was my sister. Cassandra.”
*BEEP* “Where the HELL are you?! I’ve checked every hospital and morgue in the area and you STILL aren’t anywhere to be found! I’m really worried. You promised me you’d never do this to me AGAIN! When I get my hands on you buster...CALL ME!”
“She sounds...ah...tenacious?” Superman said.
“You have NO idea. God help that husband of hers. Great guy, but he has to put up with her...” Casey killed the answering machine. There were still 10 messages left. He took the phone into his bedroom and started to pack while calling his lawyer and banker, getting a special kit ready for him to transfer money into a new account. He also packed up his laptop computer and a near dozen CD/DVD folders. He found a few boxes and stared loading a set of speakers, a thin TV projector, cables of all sorts, stacks of music books, chargers for his cell phone, and a few more odds and ends he thought he’d need.
Then he moved to the bookshelves and threw in comics, books, and manga.
“Well, that was a lot quicker then I had anticipated. The package should arrive shortly and then we can blow this joint. Clark? Where’d you go?”
“Oh, I’m in the living room. I was just flipping through the TV...”
“Oh, THAT channel. I watch that a lot too. I had no idea you were interested in men. You are full of surprises.”
“Well, I...caught my attention.”
“Heh. So I see.” Casey grinned.
“So...are you going to call your sister?”
“Maybe later. I know I should, but I just can’t face her right now. She knows I’m alive and kicking. That’ll have to do for now.”
“That was a short trip.” Clive said when they arrived back on the pad.
“What can I say? I’m a lean, mean, packing machine.” Casey said with a duffle bag over his shoulder. Clark was laden with another duffle and 3 boxes.
“Thanks so much for your help. Once I’m settled I’ll take you all out for the best steak in town. Until then, as much as I enjoy your company and generosity, I can no longer impose upon you and Trenton, Clive. I can support myself now. I’ll just need to be dropped off at a hotel until I can find my own place. And then I’ll be all set. Well, first a bank, then a hotel. Or whichever. Don’t give me that look. You’ve hardly heard the last of me. I guarantee it.”
“But Clive…” Trenton pleaded.
“I said NO, precious. You have homework to catch up on and you’ve been sick.” Clive said firmly.
Trenton pouted.
“That’s not very becoming of you.”
“Look, I promise to bring you back many movies and many, many happy comic books. Ok?” Casey said, trying to cheer him up.
“I can get those here.” Trenton muttered dejectedly.
“Ones that are entirely all slash? You do know what that means?”
“Yes, we have fan fiction too.”
“Thank god for that. And I do have one questions, just why are you going with me?” Casey asked Clive.
“Because I want to make sure you remain safe. You will need company to gather your things.”
“Uh—huh. Right.” Casey’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “So if Julian just happens to drop by for a friendly chat, you’re gonna what? Stop him? You’d be a wonderful punching bag, I’m sure.”
“Casey.” Clive tired to appeal to him.
“No. Not going to happen. Besides, this will take a few trips. I’m going first to get money and a few things. I can carry that all by myself. No, I’ll take the man of steel as my bodyguard, thank you VERY much.”
“Someone call for me?”
“Right on time. I do love a man who’s punctual.” Casey said brightly. “Let’s go.”
“Casey, please reconsider—.” Clive tried again.
“NO!” Casey snapped at him. “Goddammit, no, Clive. I will NOT have you be another dead body on his list. DO YOU UNDDERSTAND ME?!”
That certainly brought Clive up short. They all stared at Casey, mouths slightly agape.
“Look, trust me when I say you’ll be no match for him, ok? And…just leave it at that. For now. I’ll explain later…”
“Of course, darling.” Clive said sympathetically. “But someone needs to pull you back once you DO get to your right reality.”
“So that’d be you, am I right? You’re a very hard man to beat, Clive.” Casey said in defeat. “Fine, fine. But let’s just hurry it up, ok? The sooner we know the right one, the faster I can get my stuff and find a place here.”
“You want what?” Casey said.
“Your DNA. See, the machine locks onto your DNA code, that way we know where you are.” Superman explained.
“Can’t we keep a telepathic signal or something?”
“I’m afraid not. All I need is a strand of hair.”
“Oh, all right. But that is ALL you are using this for. No scientific experiments, alright? If got into the wrong hands…I shudder to think of what they could do.” Casey plucked a strand of hair out of his head and handed it over to him.
“I would too.” Superman said gravely.
The trip to the Fortress of Solitude had been short, but awkward. Casey was lost at why Superman called his hideout thus.
“You DO know how to work this thing, right?” Casey asked Clive.
“Superman explained it to me, yes.”
“So if I come back with my head where my feet should be I’ll have you to thank. Great.”
“Your sign of trust is overwhelming.” Clive said dryly. “Where is this coming from? I’ve done nothing but help you. Yet you close yourself off to me again and again.”
“If I could say it was nothing personal…well, it really isn’t. But…you remind me of HIM. And the whole Dom/Sub thing…just gets to me. To control someone like that…to give up free will. It makes me flinch. It makes me shiver. It scares me. I’m not about control. I like loosing it. I like being wild and crazy. But I also know where and when to draw the line.”
“Casey, from what you told me, and you should know this, you had nothing like what Trenton and I had with Julian.”
“I do. But it’s more then that. It’s in your mannerisms. It’s in the words that you use. It’s the way you talk. It’s the whole control thing. I don’t like to be dominated. I don’t want to give up my control ever again.”
“Casey, I would never do that without your permission.”
“I know… Ok, I’ll promise to do better. Kinda start over. Ok?” He held out his hand towards Clive. One step forward to trust.
Clive took it. “Thank you.”
“All made up now?” Superman asked.
“Yep, I think we’ve just about covered it. Let’s get this show on the road.” Casey strode over to the small platform. “Kinda small…for two.” He got a grin on his face. He turned to Superman, “Hold me?”
Before Superman could utter a rebuttal, Casey leapt into Superman’s arms. Lightning quick reflexes caught him. “Thanks,” Casey devilishly, wrapping his arms around Superman’s neck. He had a sort of wistful expression on his face. “Let’s begin my good man!” he called over to Clive who was gawking at Casey’s antics.
“Please,” Superman said, not all to sure of what to make of having Casey in his arms.
“Be careful.” Clive didn’t know for whom he meant it for. And he flipped the switch….
“NO! Leonardo DiCaprio IS NOT PRESIDENT! Run away!”
“Can you at least stand on your own now?” Superman said hopefully .
“Party pooper. Fine.” Casey hopped down. “Next!”
“This is odd…it reminds me of…” Casey said listing to people talk with funny British accents and everyone seemed to be doing odd comedy skits.
“Hey, what a cute white bunny…”
“ACK! NO! Stay away from the BUNNY! Run Away!”
“But it’s just a bunny…OHMYGOD!!”
“NEXT!”
“What was that?!” Superman demanded when the world stopped.
“The bunny of DOOM. Sorry about that. Hey…I think this is it.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah…it feels right. Thank god no one is around. We need you in civilian clothes. It’s a little past Halloween now. Where are we…ah! Far from home. I think we need to take this to the sky. I can direct you.”
“There’s been a scuffle here…I can smell blood.” Superman said, looking around. They were in an abandoned lot. Nothing but trash, dirt and leaves and abandoned cars.
“Yeah, I know. This is where Julian beat the shit out of me. Can we go?”
“Oh, sorry, yes.”
Not more then a few minutes later they touched down in an alley way ½ a block from Casey’s apartment. “The trick will be to get you past the doorman…oh, what the hell do I care? Come on. If you don’t mind a few stares.”
“That’s ok.”
The little walk almost caused two cars to collide and everyone to get a crick in their necks from looking.
“Good Afternoon Mr. Armagh….new friend?” Asked the doorman, Lou, who was trying to keep his mouth closed.
“Ah, something like that. As anyone asked for me?”
“Just one, and she was mighty peeved.”
“What else is new. Thank you.” Casey pulled out a $20 and gave it to him. He gathered up his mail and took the elevator to the top floor.
“Why couldn’t we just land up there?” Superman asked when the doors closed.
“Because they’d be suspicious and I wanted my mail.
“Who asked after you? Your mother?”
“I hope not, she’s been dead for years. It was probably my twin.”
“You have a twin sister?”
“To a manner of speaking, yes.” The elevator chimed and opened to a very big, posh apartment. “Welcome to MY fortress of solitude. Make yourself at home. I need to make a few phone calls to get my affairs in order.” Casey wandered over to the phone and hit his answering machine.
*BEEP* “Casey?! The FUCK are you? You’re not answering your cell and no one has seen you in days! What’s going on? Did that asshole come back, AGAIN?! CALL ME! I better not find your body in a morgue!”
“That was my sister. Cassandra.”
*BEEP* “Where the HELL are you?! I’ve checked every hospital and morgue in the area and you STILL aren’t anywhere to be found! I’m really worried. You promised me you’d never do this to me AGAIN! When I get my hands on you buster...CALL ME!”
“She sounds...ah...tenacious?” Superman said.
“You have NO idea. God help that husband of hers. Great guy, but he has to put up with her...” Casey killed the answering machine. There were still 10 messages left. He took the phone into his bedroom and started to pack while calling his lawyer and banker, getting a special kit ready for him to transfer money into a new account. He also packed up his laptop computer and a near dozen CD/DVD folders. He found a few boxes and stared loading a set of speakers, a thin TV projector, cables of all sorts, stacks of music books, chargers for his cell phone, and a few more odds and ends he thought he’d need.
Then he moved to the bookshelves and threw in comics, books, and manga.
“Well, that was a lot quicker then I had anticipated. The package should arrive shortly and then we can blow this joint. Clark? Where’d you go?”
“Oh, I’m in the living room. I was just flipping through the TV...”
“Oh, THAT channel. I watch that a lot too. I had no idea you were interested in men. You are full of surprises.”
“Well, I...caught my attention.”
“Heh. So I see.” Casey grinned.
“So...are you going to call your sister?”
“Maybe later. I know I should, but I just can’t face her right now. She knows I’m alive and kicking. That’ll have to do for now.”
“That was a short trip.” Clive said when they arrived back on the pad.
“What can I say? I’m a lean, mean, packing machine.” Casey said with a duffle bag over his shoulder. Clark was laden with another duffle and 3 boxes.
“Thanks so much for your help. Once I’m settled I’ll take you all out for the best steak in town. Until then, as much as I enjoy your company and generosity, I can no longer impose upon you and Trenton, Clive. I can support myself now. I’ll just need to be dropped off at a hotel until I can find my own place. And then I’ll be all set. Well, first a bank, then a hotel. Or whichever. Don’t give me that look. You’ve hardly heard the last of me. I guarantee it.”