Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2009 13:36:55 +0000 From: Guy Cornelius Subject: The Elemental Chapter 7 - gay/sci-fi Hi Guys, sorry for the long delay, but I have been struggling with my muse at the moment but I have finally managed to get her to behave! I am sorry, also, that this is such a short chapter, but if I had carried on, it would have been way too long before I could come to a satisfactory conclusion. As usual, all the disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction, not based on any real people. If it is not legal for you to read it where you are, then move cos you live in a shitty area!!! This work is entirely the work of the author and you are not permitted to copy or distribute it without my express permission. Any feedback, both positive and negative is greatly appreciated at the_elemental909@hotmail.co.uk so please, any thoughts, send them my way. Finally, if there are any artists out there who fancy making any pictures, either digital or actual, of scenes from the story they like, please feel free to do so. I am hoping that one day I might try to get this book published and some artwork to go with it would be quite nice (you never know, if it all comes to fruition you might get a commission out of it!). Anyway, sorry again for the delay and I hope you like it :-). Tommy strolled back to the hotel, nodding to the doorman as he entered and, ignoring the elevator, he bounded up the stairs to their room. Marcus was fast asleep on the bed, naked after their bout of love-making and completely unaware that he had even left. Tommy shed his own clothes and walked over to the bed, gently laying down next to Marcus making sure not to wake him. For a few minutes, he simply lay there watching him, marvelling that this Olympian god was actually his. He gazed down at his strong, chiselled face so peaceful in sleep, then let his eyes slowly wander down Marcus' body past the well formed pecs with their dark, sensitive nipples; past the abs that were just starting to form a six-pack; past the soft, plump cock resting on his powerful thigh and down to his muscular calves. Everything about his man was perfect, even if he was a fire-toting killing machine, so it was with a feeling of great love and satisfaction that he covered them both up with the quilt that Marcus had kicked off in his sleep and then snuggled up to sleep. He woke up early the next morning, the nerves churning his empty stomach preventing him from getting back to sleep. He knew it was wrong to continue keeping this secret from Marcus; this secret that he had been keeping his whole life. But at the same time he was afraid. He was afraid that Marcus would react badly, despite everything they had been through. The loudest voice in his mind was screaming at him to stop being such a pussy and just tell him already - what's the worst that could happen? However there was also a small, quiet voice that was telling him not to. Telling him that Marcus was going to ask him all sorts of questions that he was reluctant to answer to himself, let alone someone else. He realised that by telling Marcus, a lot of memories that he was trying to forget would spring back to the forefront of his mind, completely unbidden. Right now that quiet voice was slowly winning. Deciding that a shower would be the best way to relax, he slipped out of the bed as gently as he was able and slipped into the lavishly appointed bathroom. He luxuriated in the strong sprays of near boiling water and felt the tension slowly seeping out of his body...but not his mind. He was tempted to have a wank to try and achieve that all-over calm that always came after he did but decided he would rather wait until he could also include Marcus in the fun. After stepping out of the shower and drying off his hair, he padded into the kitchen to fix some breakfast, letting his naked body drip-dry in the process. He was so engrossed in cutting up some strawberries that he discovered in the fridge that he didn't hear Marcus walk up behind him. He jumped violently when he felt a pair of arms snake around his waist, causing him to drop the knife. "Morning sexy," breathed Marcus into his ear, nibbling on his lobe and pressing his morning hard-on into his ass. "Mmm, morning babe," Tommy purred, bending down to pick up the knife and pushing himself back even harder onto Marcus' firm tool, almost causing it to gain entry to that most exclusive, underground party hot-spot. Marcus gasped and, as Tommy straightened up, brought his hands lower to start fondling his lovers cock and balls. "You might want to stop that," grunted Tommy. "Why's that?" Marcus leered at him, making no signs at all of stopping or even slowing. "Because if you don't you are going to be eating your strawberries with a very different kind of cream." Tommy laid his head back on Marcus' shoulder and rubbed his ass up and down the tool which was now secreting a constant stream of pre-cum. "Mmm, sounds tasty," murmured Marcus, slowly thrusting himself into Tommy's warm hole, drawing moans of pleasure from both of them. Marcus never ceased to marvel at the sensations that his lover could provide him. Never before had a sexual partner been so stimulating each and every time they made love. Marcus started off slow, enjoying the feeling of the tight ass slowly travelling along his dick. Their naked bodies glistened as a thin sheen of perspiration covered them both, born from the vigour of their love-making. It wasn't long before Tommy was panting for breath and Marcus felt his sphincter constrict as, true to his promise, he shot stream after stream of his boycream all over the freshly cut strawberries. The new pressure being exerted on his dick, combined with seeing Tommy spray all over the breakfast was enough to tip him over the edge. As they came down from their mutual high, Tommy turned around to face Marcus and kissed him tenderly. He tried to show all his love and all his feelings in that one kiss so that should the rest of the morning not go to plan he would be able to look back and remember that last kiss as one of true love. Marcus smiled while popping a cum covered strawberry into his mouth. He burst out laughing at the look of alarm and slight disgust that flashed across Tommy's face. "Waste not, want not," he chuckled. "Its no different to me sucking it straight out of the tap. This way I just get a portion of my five a day at the same time." He picked up another as he flashed Tommy a huge cum-guzzling grin and then sauntered off towards the shower, looking back over his still glistening shoulder and raising an eye-brow in invitation. After a joint shower where very little washing actually occurred and the two men had gotten dressed, they sat in the seating area at Tommy's request, having stated that there was something important he wanted to discuss. Marcus sat and fiddled nervously with a pen, knowing that any conversation containing the sentence 'I have something important to tell you,' had to be bad and therefore not something he wanted to hear. In the last week or so he and Tommy had been through a lot together. They had been kidnapped, burgled, forced to defend themselves resulting in the death of several people, but despite all that, Marcus thought the romantic side of things had been going rather well up until this point. Sure, he had revealed he was a mage, burst into flames, gone on a murderous rampage and admitted that he was a millionaire set to inherit a title of nobility should his estranged family decide to somehow accept his sexuality again. But even so he thought they had a good thing going on, especially if that mornings activities had been anything to go by. Who knew that bursting into flames during sex would actually improve the experience? It didn't go unnoticed when Tommy chose to sit on the sofa opposite Marcus, opting to put some distance between them. "Please don't look so worried Marcus, it's not what you think!" "How do you know what I am thinking?" snapped Marcus, regretting it immediately. The tension was making him irritable as it had a habit of doing, and he felt awful for taking it out on Tommy, whose face fell and then hardened. Until seconds before, he felt bad for Marcus and he knew that he should give him the benefit of the doubt, but that one flippant remark was enough to wipe away his concern and replace it instead with defiance. "Well clearly I don't. But that isn't what's important. I have some things I need to tell you and when I'm finished I will answer your questions. Then I'm going to the café to meet Romeo. You won't understand just yet, but whether you decide to help him or not, I still can." "What do you -" "Like I said, you won't understand just yet, but you will soon," Tommy cut across Marcus' interruption. He could see the tension seeping out of Marcus' body only to be replaced by curiosity as he relaxed into his chair; he sat back in the chair, one leg crossed over the other and arms folded across his chest. Tommy, however, sat on the very edge of his seat with his back ram-rod straight and his hands resting lightly on his knees. Had Marcus really been paying any attention to his lover he would have seen the pain and anguish swirling around in his eyes. But right at that moment he was too busy trying to think through all the possible scenarios that Tommy could throw at him. What he heard next completely floored him. "You aren't the only one with a secret. For a long time now I have tried to deny who I really am, but no more. Meeting you has shown me details of a world I was already aware of, but chose to ignore. Didn't it surprise you that I took your news so easily? Or that I was prepared to accept that you are a magic toting fireball? My people have been well aware of your magical Guilds for quite some time, and have allowed them to remain simply because you were not advanced enough to cause any real problems. Now, it would appear, that is no longer true." "Wait, I'm sorry...what? 'Your people'...what the hell are you talking about? 'Allowed us to remain'...that's absurd?" Marcus was back on the defensive. It was one thing to be told that the man he thought he loved had some secret from him. But to imply that he was part of something that was more powerful that an International community of Battle Mages that had remained largely secret for centuries was beyond ridiculous. "Over the last ten years I have cut myself off from my previous life. It became too much for me at far too young an age. But it would appear that, knowing what I know now, I must re-immerse myself once more." "Tommy, for fuck sake," he snapped, "stop speaking in fucking riddles. Apart from anything else, you are creeping the shit out of me! All I want to know is who you are and whether you still see future for "us"...crazy, megalomaniac council members aside!" "I suppose I am not really explaining myself very well, am I?" "Too bloody right," muttered Marcus, earning him a raised eye-brow and a stony silence. "Look, just start from the beginning okay?" "Okay...the beginning?" Tommy let out a huge sigh and slumped back into his seat as though all the air had been let out of him. "I am part of a magical society, but unlike you I was not chosen by mine, I was born into it. My parents are, assuming they are still alive, Druids." Marcus stared at him blankly, not quite taking in what he had been told but knowing that it was pretty important stuff. "Marcus, I'm a Druid," Tommy leaned forward and enunciated his words very clearly in an effort to help him understand. Marcus' face lifted in surprise when he finally managed to process the information. "You mean like hippy, robe-wearing types who go around hugging trees?" "No!" shouted Tommy, leaping to his feet. "I mean the oldest and strongest form of magic in Europe; I mean a society of magical folk who have existed peacefully with the rest of society for millennia; I mean a society that is so strong that if it were to put its mind to it, it could depose your Guilds with such ease you would think it had not met any resistance at all! THAT is what I mean." His exasperation was clearly evident on his face, as his cheeks reddened and his fists clenched. "That's ridiculous! Even if you were as strong as you say, which I whole-heartedly doubt, why does nobody know about you? And why haven't you taken over already?" Marcus' own anger was quick to resurface as he too, leapt to his feet. "How do I know you are even telling the truth? You could be bullshitting for all I know. Come on then! If you are such an all powerful Druid, prove it." "Do not test me Marcus, you will not like the outcome." Tommy's voice was now calm but the undertone of menace was unmistakeable. "This is complete bull. I don't know why you are doing this now when I need you most, but everybody knows that the Druids in the stories were all just a bunch of pansies who went around hugging trees and kissing daisies. Even if you are real, there is no way you would have the power to..." Marcus' words were swiftly cut off by a tightly constricting presence round his neck and he realised that he was now suspended in the air. Had he been able to he would have screamed at the sight he was presented with. In front of him stood Tommy, but not as he had ever seen him before. The once familiar face was contorted into a visage of pure rage with his mouth twisted into a vicious snarl. Beneath eye-brows pushed down into a deep frown his eyes glowed brightly. Much like his own did when he became the Elemental except that rather than orange, they were green. This, however, was not what was causing him such alarm. The source of his fear, and his constriction was the vines that had sprouted from Tommy's upturned palms and wound their way around his neck, lifting him off the floor in the process. "There is enough power in me to effortlessly rip you limb from limb," said Tommy, his voice returned to a calm and clear state which just amplified the whole disturbing effect. "In my youth I had the power to move entire forests, but sadly lack of use has made my skills a little rusty. My instructors told me that if I applied myself to my studies, there would be no end to what I might achieve. Do you have any idea what it was like spending your childhood stuck in a classroom, being treated like some kind of lab experiment? All of the other Druid children got to go out and lead normal lives, going to the park or the cinema or round to each others houses for sleep-overs. Meanwhile I was stuck in the Complex learning how to best to move a hundred year old oak tree without upsetting its growth cycle." Marcus, his breathing slightly laboured by this point, did the only thing he could think of; he burst into flames, hoping to burn the vines away from his neck so that he could defend himself properly. "Oh Marcus, do you not remember your own pledge? Your flames feel like nothing but light tickling to me. I told you that testing me wasn't a good idea, but do you really think I intend to actually do you any harm?" The rage had disappeared from Tommy's face, replaced now by pain; pain at the thought that the man he loved actually believed he would cause him serious bodily harm. He released his hold on Marcus, leaving him to slump back down onto the sofa gasping for breath. For a few minutes, neither men spoke, each trying to come to grips with their feelings. "Did you honestly think that I was going to hurt you?" Tommy's voice was little more than a whisper, so quiet that Marcus had to strain to hear it. He felt his entire world crumbling around him. He had finally decided that he could tell Marcus; that his own unique situation would make him more open to the news. He never imagined that he would actually end up attacking him...and using a power he didn't even know he had no less! Marcus was in turmoil. For a long time he didn't answer Tommy, instead trying to sort out his thoughts which were playing dodge ball trapped inside his skull. So many problems ducking and diving, desperate not to be caught and doing all they could to elude him. Most elusive of them all was the one about Tommy. Deep down he knew he still loved Tommy and probably always would, but for some reason, he was completely incapable of processing this new information. He had just been held a good few feet off the floor by vines coming out of his lovers palms...his lover who happened to be a...Druid! Even thinking that word felt strange. Everybody knows Druids are just fairy stories designed to scare children like Ghosts and Vampires and John Barrowman! "I don't know what I think. Just give me some time, okay?" Marcus muttered, unable to meet Tommy's eyes. The blood instantly drained from Tommy's face and the breath caught in his throat. He sat back down, desperate to fight his way out of the corner and explain the whole thing to Marcus but he knew better than that. If there was one thing he had learnt about Marcus in their time together, it was that once his mind was set to something, there was no changing it. If he said he needed time, no amount of logical discussion would change that. "Fine," he growled, getting back up from the sofa, his muscles tense and his whole body rigid with anger and disappointment. "I'm going to get dressed and go back to that café to find out what Romeo wants. I hope that you can see past our personal differences and join us there." He waited to see if Marcus would issue any sort of response, but after receiving none he stormed back to their bedroom to throw on some clothes. As he was leaving the suite, he looked into the sitting room to see that Marcus hadn't moved an inch. He was still slumped on the sofa, a glazed look on his face and his fingers picking at a lose strand on the arm rest. He didn't even look up when Tommy said goodbye, he just kept on picking. With his face flushed red and tears threatening to overflow down his cheeks, Tommy rode the lift down to the lobby and stepped out into the streets of London, trudging in the direction of the café. About an hour later, Romeo looked up from his newspaper when he sensed a familiar presence approaching swiftly. A minute later, a very breathless and flushed Marcus burst through the door and doubled over, trying to catch his breath. When he straightened up again, he noticed Romeo at the same table that he'd been sitting at the first time they met and rushed over. In the short time it took him to get from the door to the table he became very, very worried. "What's wrong?" asked Romeo. "Where's Tommy?" Marcus' voice cracked as he scanned the room, desperately trying to find his lover without success. Hmmm, another cliff hanger...how terrible of me :-p Well, as I said, all feedback is greatly appreciated at the_elemental909@hotmail.co.uk and any artists who fancy a go at an illustration for the story, feel free. I would love to know if your image of the characters is the same as mine!