Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2015 14:53:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Leslie Carr <lcarr69@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Open Secret

I'll put in another pointless disclaimer that a reader advised me to. So
here goes.

This is a work of fiction in which an adult superhero and a pre teen
superhero engage in consensual oral sex. How fictional can that be?

                           Open Secret
                           By Androgyne


Pulling my Range Rover up opposite the combined post office/grocery store I
stick my head out of the window and call across to the man just on his way
out of the shop door. He turns and walks over to my car. By chance I seem
to have picked out the local vicar.

"Excuse me but could you point me to where the film crew are set up?"

He's not the caricature country reverend you see in British comedy
shows. He looks like he probably plays Rugby Union after Sunday service is
done.

"Ah of course! Are you part of "Cambridge studios"? Having the filming
going on here has been a boost for our local economy and fun for most of my
parishioners."

"No in fact I'm a journalist. You say most of your congregation?"

"Yes well some people get stuck in their ways and don't like change but for
most it's been entertaining so far. And in some cases profitable. Now if
you carry straight on till you come to the crossroads and take the second
turn on your left. The road to the location they're filming at is closed
off but there are a couple of security people manning the barrier. If
you're expected they'll allow you up there."

"Thank you so much...?"

"Tom. Tom Butler. The reverend Tom Butler in fact. If you're writing an
article about the film where will I be able to read it when it's done?"

"Well the article's not just about this particular movie but about the star
as well. Keep an eye on the Sunday Mail and you'll find it there in a week
or two. A double page spread at least or maybe even three. It'll be under
the banner of Lee Carter. Anyway thanks again Reverend for the directions."

Handbrake off and back in gear I cruise along to that crossroads he
mentioned and pick out the turn off. The road rises and a few hundred yards
in there is in fact a barrier across the road, a portacabin as a shelter
from bad weather, and two uniformed guys looking bored as hell.

I pull up and repeat my head out of the side window routine.

"Hello! I'm expected. I should be on a list if you have one there. Lee
Carter to interview Harper Gascoigne. I'm supposed to contact someone
called Gavin Todd on the site?"

The guard just inside the cabin's doorway scoops up a clipboard and leafs
through a couple of sheets.

"Yeah he's okay Terry. Open up and let him through. There's only one way to
go Mr Carter and that's straight ahead. Just keep your speed down because
there's a lot of people up there as well as a lot of cars and trucks never
mind the caravans."

Terry drags the barrier aside and I move off and up at mainly a crawl. When
I emerge from the tree line I'm looking at a really big field filled with
vehicles, huge caravans, portable generators, a mobile canteen, and all the
utilities needed to shoot location scenes for a big budget movie. Slowing
down to barely a walk I enquire where I can park up. I get a vague wave and
"Anywhere over there but try not to block anyone in" from a woman striding
past.

Parking up without much trouble I collect my gear from the seat beside me,
step out of the car, and look around. The reason for this being the
location site towers above all the modern stuff scattered around the
field. I'm looking at "Deveraux Castle" or at least its ruins. Built during
the reign of Henry the 5th it's still an imposing edifice.

Tagging a passing guy, who looks like a technician of some kind, I ask
where I can find a Mr Gavin Todd. Following his directions I get passed on
to a woman chatting on a walkie talkie who escorts me to where the cameras
are turning. I've enough nous not to talk as I get close to the guy who has
been pointed out to me; until they've finished shooting the scene that
is. The focus of the scene is my interviewee Harper Gascoigne himself.

It's a fight scene featuring his starring role, 2nd movie featuring him and
a 3rd planned before this one's in the can, as "Star Prince" the Sci-Fi
movie hero. He's fighting a towering armoured figure, likely a stuntman
pro, with his trade mark "Star Staff" while the robot or whatever it's
supposed to be wields a giant mace.

Ducking and spinning he avoids the ponderous blows until he finally trips
his huge opponent and, using the staff like a spear, drives it down hard
onto a crimson breastplate.

"And CUT!"

The director seems well pleased with what he's got done. Seeing as the
director is the renowned Franklin James I'm guessing filming is going very
well indeed. With no need to keep my mouth shut I buttonhole my contact
Gavin Todd.

"Mr Todd? I'm Lee Carter! I'm here for the interview with Harper. His agent
Don Roscoe arranged it with the "Mail" so if you can please introduce me to
him and let me know where we can talk."

"Yeah you've arrived at a good time. Filming has gone really well today and
that might be the end for the day for Harper. Here he comes now!"

And indeed here comes Harper Gascoigne/"Star Prince" heading towards
us. Moving with a springy gait he tosses his "Star Staff" prop to one of
the crew and is about to move past us when Gavin calls to him.

"Harper! This is Mr Carter. The one who will be interviewing you for the
"Mail" today."

The boy's tall for his age, slim, but under his screen costume well
muscled, and he's pushed up the "War Mask" he wears in action scenes in his
movies. The uniform/costume/whatever/ is the one based on the comic book
character's. Black boots ending just below the knee, a black and silver
cycle shorts type garment that's skin tight and ends mid thigh, a
sleeveless black and silver shirt, and finally black gauntlets.

He turns to smile at me showing excellent white teeth and he barely needs
to look up at me so our eyes can meet. Mind you I'm not overly tall for a
man though he is, as I said, a tall boy. He holds out a hand to me then
drops it when he realises he's still wearing those gauntlets. Tugging off
one and then the other he tucks them into the wide belt he has buckled
around his narrow waist then for the 2nd time offers to shake mine.

His hand feels damp, no doubt from being in those shiny gloves, but his
grip is firm and he seems quite happy to see me, and, on very brief
acquaintance, natural and unaffected by his fame.

"Mr Carter!"

"Harper it's nice to meet you. Where do we do this sit down and when? I'm
here for as long as it takes."

"Hey my caravan's right over there. It's huge and I've been living in it
all week so I can tell you its way comfortable. We can do it there right
now and I can get out of these superhero things and relax. Franklin says he
won't need me any more today and he'll film a scene or two I don't feature
in. Does that work for you?"

"Lead the way son!"

Mr Todd, wearing an I.D. that tells me he's a "Press Attaché" for
"Cambridge Studios" moves with us.

"Er Harper I'd better sit in with you on this since Don Roscoe's not here
right now."

I don't need to be a mind reader to realise straight off that Harper
definitely isn't a fan of Gavin. The boy's lip curls and his eyes narrow.

"You're not my nanny Gavin and neither is Don. I know enough about
interviews to talk on or off the record and anything Lee asks me that I
don't like I'll tell him I've got no intention of replying to it and to ask
another question. This way Lee!"

We leave a spluttering Todd in our wake and Harper's long legs and equally
long stride take us across to what he called his caravan. This is no dinky
holiday caravan but a bloody big mobile home that an entire family would
not overcrowd. He jogs up the stairs and opens the door for me, stepping
back, and waving me inside.

Once he closes the door behind us I take in the luxurious lay out this
place has. It would be no hardship to live in a place like this long term!
Harper bounds onto a well padded chair and waves me into an identical one
facing him. Then jumps up again.

"Do me a favour please Lee? Unhook this "War Mask" thing will you. They
lock it round the back of the head and its murder to get out of."

Standing he turns his back to me and points with an index finger to the
crown of his head. I can see how he'd struggle with the fastenings! I twist
one and then two and finally three of the locking catches and he sighs with
relief as he tugs the whole thing free and tosses it onto a nearby
table. His longish black hair is dampened with sweat and plastered down.

"Damn it feels good to get out of that thing! I sweat like crazy when I do
action scenes in this costume."

When he bounces back into his chair again I'm just about to settle into
mine again when I get a 2nd request.

"Hey I'm sorry to ask again but can you help me get these bloody boots off
too. They zip down the seams on the inside and the outside too."

Zipping them down both sides I realise how tight fitting the things are and
have to ease one and then the other free. Beneath them he's wearing grey
sports socks and he wriggles his feet with undisguised pleasure.

"Whoo that feels better!"

Unbidden I peel off his socks too.

"Fancy a foot massage Harper?"

He looks blank at that when I say it.

"Hey call me Harp like my friends do! I've never had a foot massage so who
knows. Go ahead and try it on me anyhow."

When he pulled those gauntlets off and shook hands with me they proved to
be what are sometimes described as "artists" or "surgeons" hands. Narrow
and long fingered. His feet are similar. Long and narrow like a
dancer's. Taking his left foot I commence kneading it gently and flexing
it; watching the fine bones shift under his skin. He sighs and wriggles
with pleasure like a puppy being petted.

When I've finished with both his feet he's settled back in his chair
looking almost boneless.

"Oh my God that feels good. Those bloody boots are a torture whatever
they're made from. They look good on film but I hate them. Okay do you want
to make a start with this session?"

On the coffee table besides me I've laid out my recorder, my camera, and my
old style note pad and several cheap ball point pens. Picking up the pad I
flip it open.

"Okay let's kick off and have you verify the basics. Your full name is
Harper Henry Gascoigne, son of Martin and Heather Gascoigne, father a
criminal lawyer and mother a scientific researcher. You're aged 12 and
three-quarters? Okay so far?"

He snorts and chuckles.

"Harper Gascoigne aged 12 and three-quarters makes me sound like Adrian
Mole! But yeah I'll be 13 in 3 months time."

"So how much do you enjoy your acting career and how did you get into it?
Oh and may I record the interview?"

"No problem Lee. Well it happened like this...!"

I don't even notice the time going by.

"Well I've been doing martial arts for a few years and I'm a pretty good
gymnast so I do all my own fight scenes and as many stunts as the studio
will let me do!"

Harper stretches in the chair.

"Well are you happy with things so far Lee?"

I'm more than happy so far. Mainly because I like everything about the
boy. He's intelligent and articulate and not one iota spoiled by his early
fame. The added bonus is he's an absolute stunner! His body, showing under
the skin tight outfit, is amazing. His features are finer chiselled than
you'd expect on a boy so young. In point of fact there have been several
young girls cast in Harper's TV and movie credits less beautiful than he
is. Mind you that's the opinion of a gay Lee Carter!

"Couldn't be better Harp. Let me know if you want to take a break for a
meal or something."

He stretches again with a cat-like grace.

"Well I could really do with a shower. Like I said this outfit makes you
sweat like a horse. What say I shower and change then order us some food
from the staff canteen?"

"That'd be fine by me Harp. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast. Go
ahead and clean up and while you're gone I'll write up a few more
notes. Yeah I know I've been recording but I like to put down my thoughts
on old fashioned paper. Oh and later would you mind if I took a few photos
of you for my article? Maybe you in ordinary clothes and another as "Star
Prince"? That camera's so good it practically takes pictures on its own
which is why I never brought a staff photographer with me."

He hops up and out of his chair and moves easily across the carpeted floor;
calling back over his shoulder as he goes.

"I'll leave the door open while I shower in case anything comes up that you
want to ask me."

When he steps into the bathroom I start up on a few more reminder notes for
when I begin writing up this article. I hear water begin to hiss and Harp's
screen outfit gets tossed out through the door. The flying uniform catches
my eye and the next thing I notice makes me suck in a sharp breath and sit
up. There's a full length wall mirror directly opposite the open bathroom
door and the bathroom's reflected in it.

Unable to drag my gaze away I can see a naked Harper opening the door of
the shower cabinet. He's truly fucking gorgeous!

He's deeply tanned without even the narrowest white patch where the
briefest of swimwear would be. His legs and thighs are long, smooth, and
shapely. His belly is flat and lightly ridged whilst his pectoral muscles
are cleanly defined. His big nipples are dark even against his deep
tan. His cock, long and slender, dangles between those silky thighs.

 When he turns to step under the steaming water I gaze at his taut and
smooth buttocks. Then he's masked by clouds of steam. In a trice the
incipient erection that Harper has hit me with since we first sat down
together becomes full blown. I shift a little to ease the ramrod stiffness
of my cock and appreciate the impact the boy's made on me both mentally and
physically.

"I'll be out in a minute Lee!"

I already know that because I'm watching his reflection as he towels
himself dry. To my practiced eye he seems to be sporting a semi erection
himself which arouses me even more. When he steps out of the bathroom he
has a towel wrapped around his waist and a few crystal drops of water
trickling down his sculpted chest and belly.

"Just let me get changed and I'll order us something to eat then we can
carry on."

When he returns he's wearing jogging pants and a tee shirt. His hair has
been combed out and is held in place by a leather headband with an opal set
right in the centre. I admire it and tell him so and doubly so for the ring
he must have slipped on in his bedroom. Its bezel is large and looks like
platinum with the Greek symbol for infinity etched into it.

"Been in dad's family for ages and it's too small for his fingers now."

The food, when it arrives, is plain but good. Harper has a substantial
chicken salad while I dig into what seems like a genuinely home made steak
and kidney pudding with spuds and assorted vegetables. Dessert is just as
plain but delicious being English grown strawberries with clotted
cream. While we eat we talk quite naturally. Not me interviewing him just
the two of us chatting freely.

I confess, mentally, that he fascinates me in so many ways and I'm fighting
against a strong surge of desire for him. A surge I'm having a hard time
controlling. When our dishes are cleared away and removed by the catering
staff we get back to my interview questions. I'm enjoying my work
thoroughly as well as drinking in Harper with my eyes when I'm thrown an
unexpected bonus.

"How are your questions going Lee? Much more you need to know?"

"Well to be honest Harp I've seldom had an interview go so well or enjoyed
one so much. I could keep going a lot longer yet but it's getting late and
I'd better leave you and head off."

"Hey why go now? This place has got four bedrooms. Stop the night and after
tomorrow's shoots you can carry on with interviewing me. We start real
early and finish early too so if you're already here we'll have plenty of
time to finish things up."

Now that is a fine idea as far as I'm concerned.

"That's fine by me Harp but what about the film people?"

"Lee I'm the star of their blockbuster movie so they aren't going to try
telling me I can't have you sleep over here and carry on working with me
tomorrow. It's a deal then. Pick a room and bed down whenever you
like. There's satellite TV in every room too."

"I've an overnight bag in my car Harp I'll go get it right now."

Harp wasn't kidding. The early shooting start is around 6 AM so Harp heads
off to his bed and I inspect mine. My bedroom is as fancy as the rest of
this mobile home. I strip off and slide under the sheets to read over my
notes and listen to some of the recordings of the interview. This done I
decide to try to get some sleep and get Harper's face out of my head for a
few hours.

To my surprise sleep does come easily but some time in the darkness of the
night I'm awakened. Awakened by a rhythmic buzzing that isn't my standard
cell phone. From under my pillow I fumble out the sleek black communicator
and press the button that activates it.

"Yeah I'm here and I can talk freely!"

"It's Mike. Look Lee the monitors in your car are showing some really weird
readings. Maybe it'd be a good idea for "Dynamo" to take a look around the
area and see what's going on."

"What kind of weirdness?"

"Every bloody kind! Gravity waves and elevated gamma radiation!  Not high
enough to endanger people right now but too high to be considered normal."

"Okay Mike I'll suit up and do a recon."

Slipping naked out of bed I check the time. It turns out to be 2.57
AM. From my overnight bag I tug out my costume and suit up. Black
boots. Not unlike the ones Harp was wearing on set but very comfortable to
wear. Loose dark blue trousers and matching shirt with a black hooded
jerkin over the shirt. Tugging on my black gloves I cat foot it on my
boots, with their thick and soft soles, out of my room and into a darkened
corridor.

Passing Harp's room his door is closed and all is silence from
inside. Easing open the door to the outside I vault over the rails to land
silently on the grass. Heading around to the back of the mobile home I'm
reaching back to pull up my hood. When in place my face isn't just shadowed
by my hood but the shimmer field that Mike designed makes my face just a
blur to anyone looking at me.

Turning the corner of the home I suddenly almost walk into someone. He's in
a skin tight steel grey costume, one hand gloved; he's using the un-gloved
hand to put his mask in place. The un-gloved hand draws my eye because on
it glitters a ring with the symbol for infinity on it. His hair glitters
like bluish silver feathers and then he turns to face me unawares.

"Harper! Ion? What?"

He freezes to stare at me.

"Lee! I don't bloody believe it! You're "Dynamo"? What are you doing here?"

I've been gazing at him with my jaw gaping so I snap it shut with a click.

"Well believe it or not I'm here to interview you. I really am. I never for
one second believed that a boy who plays a superhero in movies is a real
life superhero."

He shakes his head at me looking as bemused as I feel.

"Well what are the odds on the two of us superheroes meeting like this?
Look if you really did just come here to interview me like you say why are
you out here in uniform?"

"I've got some serious detection gear in my Land Rover and my tech expert
called me to say it was recording some weird stuff. What about you?"

He holds out the finger with the ring in place.

"The infinity ring woke me. It's sensitive to unusual fluctuations in
energy levels."

I'm still trying to figure out the odds on one superhero doing his civilian
job running into a pre-teen movie star who just happens to have super
powers too. He breaks in on my musing.

"I always think my super powers are an open secret in the sense millions
watch me do on the screen what I can do in real life. Hopefully I'm the
last boy they'd suspect of being Ion! Look instead of standing around here
should we double up and check things out as a team?"


"Fine by me Harp or I guess I'd better call you Ion, as you are on duty in
your real super identity. You point the way with that ring to save me going
to my car to check the readings."

He tugs his mask into place and draws his second glove on before pointing
over towards the remains of the castle.

"Something definitely going on over there Lee. I'm buggered if I'm calling
you "Dynamo" all night though."

That brings a big grin to my chops, now invisible since I've drawn up my
hood, and my face is blurred behind the shield.

"Lee's fine but before we head over there explain something to me. What's
with your hair? I see you on the set and sat talking to you with jet black
hair but now...?"

"This is my real hair Lee. I can't walk around with hair like this in my
ordinary life. The black is courtesy of the infinity ring!"

It slips out without even thinking.

"And the real stuff looks lovely son. Out of this world."

Masked or not I can sense he's looking at me really hard once he's heard me
say that. He's silent a while then he nods.

"Well thanks for that Lee I love it too. Shame I can't let people see it
all the time. But we'd better make tracks I reckon."

With a twist of his body he turns his back on me and floats up into the
air. I flex my body to soar up after him. As we drift silently towards the
ruined castle I curse myself for not concentrating on the task ahead but
for running my eyes over his sleek body beneath that tight steel grey
costume. I don't often go on a mission with a massive erection and I'm
thankful that my uniform pants are loose enough to hide it.

Reaching the castle we hover in the air above it.

"Can you get a bearing on whatever it is and wherever it is Ion?"

"Ah crap call me Harp again Lee. Nobody can hear you say it up here. Yeah
somewhere inside the castle but not precisely. Let's land in the
courtyard. How's your night vision?"

"Well just ordinary but there's some special stuff built into this hood. My
tech expert gave it infra red and night vision. I'll be fine. I guess you
are too or you would have told me."

"Yeah the vision comes with the body. We can both see fine so down we go."

Drifting down we land on the close cropped grass border of the courtyard
near to one of the massively thick outer walls. I lower my voice to a
whisper in his ear.

"I'm glad there's not a full moon tonight. That outfit of yours really
stands out."

He shrugs and I can sense a grin behind the mask that covers most of his
pretty face as he whispers back.

"Yeah well you go for blue and black and loose. Some say this outfit
flatters me shiny and tight."

I wonder to myself if that just slipped out the same way as my admiring his
exotic hair? This is a bloody strange time, place, and circumstances, to
flirt but I'm maybe just picking up a tiny vibe from him.

"Shiny and tight really does suit you Harp, but you have the ring on your
finger and I don't, so you'll have to lead the way glowing a bit or not ."

No mistaking it this time. Not just a hint of a grin behind the mask but a
faint and stifled giggle from him.

"Bugger it Lee I like you! Pity we hadn't met sooner on duty so to
speak. Okay this way just follow me!"

Tailing him I keep on whispering to him.

"Well we live in different cities so not meeting isn't too surprising but
there's a lot to like about you too kid."

When he glances back over his shoulder I'm seeing his mask not his face but
somehow I'm catching feelings of mutual admiration. Light footed he moves
off towards the surviving parts of the castle. I being less sure footed
than him decide to float an inch or so above the ground and follow his
shapely figure through a big stone arch. Now we're in a cobbled area much
narrower than the courtyard we've just quit.

Moving deeper into the smaller space Harp's holding out his gloved ring
finger and sweeping it back and forth. He stops so suddenly I bump into him
which is no hardship at all.

"Something wrong Harp?"

"Not wrong but confusing. I'm getting readings spread around. One or two
really big ones and several smaller but they are definitely all
underground."

I might not have that infinity gizmo he's got but with my hood's night
visioning gear I pick out something that makes our next move fairly
obvious.

"Over there Harp! See those railings? That's a flight of stairs leading
down below ground level behind them. If you're sensing things underground
the bottom of those stairs is where we need to be. Come on!"

The flight of stairs is in fact thick slabs of stone and an iron hand rail
runs down below too. I head down those stairs.

"Stay up here until I call you, Harp, but keep your eyes peeled or maybe
your ring pointed if that works!"

Even behind his mask I sense his grin which is accompanied by a silent
thumbs up. By the time I reach the bottom of the flight I'm guessing I'm 30
feet down. On my left hand side there's a heavy oak door that won't be
original but which is still bloody old. I don't want to break something
this old but luckily I don't have to. The door's secured with a hasp and
bar plus a very modern heavy duty padlock.

Grabbing the lock I twist it around and it shatters easily. Tossing aside
the ruined metal I wave Harp down to join me. He hops over the rails and
drifts down to land next to me. Which makes me belatedly wonder why I
bothered walking down when I could have done the same thing. He glances
down pointedly at the mangled metal. I shrug back at him.

"What? What? Okay I'll send the National Trust a cheque for the
damages. How else are we supposed to get inside?"

"Well probably by me using my infinity ring on it but it's a bit late now
isn't it? So what are we waiting for?"

I nudge the door with my index finger and it swings silently open on well
oiled hinges. Inside a long stone flagged corridor leads off before
us. It's dimly lit with a line of low voltage bulbs strung along the
ceiling. I lead off with Harp actually resting a hand on my shoulder. At
the end of the corridor we have two choices. The corridor bends left or we
can take another flight of stone stairs down further.

"Harp?"

"Down!"

When we hit the bottom of this flight I reckon we must be 40 or 50 feet
underground maybe more. We follow down another long corridor and the door
at the end of this one isn't locked, bolted, or barred. Turning the handle
I ease open another thick oak door and this one might just be from Henry
V's time. We inch out to find we're standing on a stone pillared gallery.

Stooping we peer under the balustrade and down onto what lies below. It
must be another good 30 feet down from where we are kneeling so this place
is really deep down under for sure. The depth is a slightly surprising
statistic but what we're looking at is massively surprising. Below us looks
like a mad scientist's lab from any one of thousands of Sci-Fi
movies. Missing is the mad scientist but two pairs of armed and body
armoured guards are pacing around the place.

Harp's staring fixedly at one battery of equipment at the opposite side of
the vaulted room and he starts to rise. I get an arm around his shoulders
and press him back down despite his best efforts. He's so much stronger
than any normal human being but when all's said and done I'm Dynamo the
human bloody dynamo. He can't wrestle free.

"What the fuck are you doing Harp? There are four guards down there. Do you
want them to see us?"

He shakes his head as if he's waking up from a dream.

"That device! That one over there!"

He's pointing that infinity ring finger at it.

"That's a nuclear powered ionic generator!"

"Yeah? It is? So what's the big surprise about that? Not that I know what
it is kid but I figure you do."

"My mother invented the bloody concept Lee and there's only supposed to be
three of them in the entire world. My mum has one of them so finding one
here under a 500 year old castle is a bit more than unusual and cannot be a
coincidence. I need to get down there and take a closer look."

"Okay Harp if you understand the thing then that's more than I do; but if
you really need to then okay. We'll have to take out those guards first and
do it so they don't trip any alarms. There's a staircase at each end of
this room so if you sneak down that one I'll see if I can lure two guards
up the other one. When I hit them you hit the other pair. After that we
play it by ear. There'll be no way of telling how long before they'll be
missed or if they have to report in regularly. Ready?"

"Yeah I'm ready Lee so let's do it!"

Once Harp's three parts down his flight and I'm at the top of mine I snap a
small chunk of stone off the balustrade. Then I wait till my pair of guards
is at my end of the huge room. As they're about to turn to pace back I
flick the stone so it bounces down the stone steps. One guard has turned
but the other halts.

"Jack did you hear that? Look here! There's a piece of stone dropped down
the stairs."

His partner is less than impressed.

"For fucks sake Danny this bloody place is older than God and it's falling
to bits. One day the whole fucking place will collapse and I only hope
we're not on duty when it does."

The first guard luckily has an argument though.

"Jack if there is anything up there and we don't look into it do you want
to explain that to the boss? Rather you than me!"

"Okay we'll take a look just to keep you happy Danny."

Kneeling I wait pressed up against the massive newel post at the corner of
balcony and stairway. As Danny steps up and begins to turn left I grab him
and toss him against the stone wall. Before Jack can even react I've
clipped him on his helmet with a love tap. However that tap fractures his
Kevlar helmet and knocks him cold!

Looking down I can see Harp's disposed of his pair. Towing the two guards
to lay side by side I gag them and tie them up with the slings of their
automatic weapons. This time I have enough sense not to leg it down the
flight of stone steps. I go over the banister and soar down to join
Harp. He's already studying the atomic whatever it is. Since it's way
beyond me I gag and tie up the second pair of guards that Harp dealt with.

"I'll leave you with that gizmo kid since a smart phone's about my level of
tech. I'm going to take a look around and see who else is hanging around
here and up to no good."

He hardly seems to register my words so I jab him with a finger and repeat
them and add a few more.

"And keep your eyes and ears open while I'm gone will you Harp? You're too
young and pretty to get blown up or something awful while I'm gone."

As I head for the far doorway I get his masked face turned towards me but
at least my clumsy flirting hasn't produced an incredulous "Who are you
calling pretty?" or any other negatives replies.

"I promise I'll careful Lee but you take care too."

He speaks quite gently and seems as thoughtful as a masked pre teen
superhero could be in these circumstances. I move off into yet another
stone flagged corridor and shuffle along checking out, cautiously, the odd
unlocked door from time to time. The first two turn out to be storerooms
stocked with crates and cartons of assorted stuff from rations to walkie
talkies and through to ammo.

Pacing around in the dusty dark silence I realise I've gotten myself turned
around and not really sure where I am. Unluckily I'm not in possession of
an infinity ring that can point me in the right direction so it's down to
either trying to retrace my steps or trusting to luck. Eventually luck
brings me out back up on that bloody balcony but on the side opposite to
where we first arrived.

Stepping through the doorway I skid to as quiet a halt as I can make. Down
below Harp is facing a tall man in a black jump suit who is flanked by two
more seemingly identical guards to the four we've already dealt
with. Harp's ignoring the hired muscle and is fixed on the guy facing him.

"Uncle Xavier! Finding this equipment means I'm not at all surprised to be
seeing you here. But how can you claim you were expecting me?"

"Uncle Xavier" now that makes me concentrate on the scene even more. I
notice the guy's got his head held weirdly as he's focused on his
nephew. So I use the imaging gear built into my hood to zero in on his
face. At once I realise why he's posed like that. One side of his face has
been badly burnt and the scar tissue means his eye is pulled out of
alignment thus forcing him to compensate.

Down below me things move on.

"Because lad you're a bloody movie sensation. Your award winning director
Mr Franklin James arranged to shoot at the castle months ago. I have enough
"moles" scattered around to tell me and I set this place up. I knew a
deliberate energy leak would register with your ring and bring the movie
star here."

Harp tilts his grey masked head to one side as if puzzled.

"All this pantomime effort for what uncle?"

Scarface Xavier taps his ruined cheek.

"For this you little bastard! You did this to me!"

"I did it indeed uncle. You lost a forced ionic duel with an 11 year old
boy. It wasn't my choice. When I found you rifling my mother's computer
files you attacked me remember."

"And I would have killed you if you hadn't gotten lucky! Not content with
scarring me for life your father took away my family infinity ring!"

"So here I am uncle. You got me here for what purpose?"

Xavier grins like a maniac now.

"We are going to repeat our duel you little shit and this time it will end
differently."

"So you say uncle but how do you plan to duel me without your ring? Believe
me I still have mine that father gave me."

That maniac grin gets bigger and wilder now. He holds out a hand with a
gleaming ring on his finger.

"I made my own ring Harper! Your mother isn't the only genius in our
family."

In contrast Harp is completely calm and seems serene.

"Uncle that's been tried before. In recent generations nobody has been
capable of creating an infinity ring that matches the ancestral rings. You
lost to me when I was 11. I'm stronger now and know more and I wear a real
ring. How do you think things will go better for you this time?"

I'm uneasy, no scared, not for myself but for Harp. He's so confident in
his powers that he's forgetting this was a set up, a trap, a trap set by
his uncle specifically for Harp. However that psycho Xavier couldn't guess
that Harp would turn up along with another Meta human; and while Harp knows
I'm around uncle doesn't. So far tonight I've been operating on just a
steady trickle of power. Now I open up my dynamo and draw deeper. I'm ready
now for whatever comes.

"Cease chattering boy and stand ready!"

"If you insist uncle. However those guards of yours are in the firing
line. Perhaps you could dismiss them to safety."

Xavier whistles sharply, a skill I've never possessed and I envy, and jerks
a thumb at them. Both guards look eminently relieved to scarper out through
the door behind them. Now I'm even more certain he's set his nephew up!
Granted a couple of 9mm submachine guns are no more than a distraction for
Harp but why give up any advantage?

Harp's tugging off the glove that covers his ring. Already there's a
luminous glow about it. Xavier is posed with his own ring aimed at the lad
like the weapon it is and his shares a similar glow. Harp makes one last
attempt to avoid war.

"Uncle you can't possibly channel enough ionic energy with that
ring. You're bound to lose even faster this time."

That glow around Xavier's ring surges, swells, and a streamer of blue/green
energy lashes at Harp. Harp's ring responds and silver/blue, like his hair,
meets and opposes his uncle's attack. The two beams meet and lock
together. Xavier's face is brightly illuminated by the churning power and
he's grinning wildly.

"Idiot child! Why do you think I built a copy of your mother's invention? I
have ionic energy to spare you fool."

From the front of that incomprehensible device, to me at least if not the
two Gascoigne's, springs a third flow of energy. It leaps across to link
into Xavier's ring.

"How does that feel boy?"

Harp keeps his tongue still and his lips tight as his eyes narrow and he
concentrates on stopping the advance the extra energy has granted his
uncle. He leans forward and his uncle's attack slows then grinds to a
halt. More power floods from the machine and into the "false" ring but it
looks like a stalemate for a while.

Then slowly, almost imperceptibly, Harp is forcing the power flow back
towards his uncle's ring. Xavier's forehead is greasy with perspiration and
right about then my deep suspicions are proven correct. From the shadowy
depths behind the banks of machines, but more importantly behind Harp,
three huge figures move out. They are three of that armoured figure that
Harp was fighting for the cameras but for sure these three don't have stunt
men inside them.

Xavier's robots or automatons, or bloody cyborgs for all I know, are moving
smoothly and silently at the boy's back and each of them are armed. Two
huge maces and a battleaxe glow with more of Xavier's blue/green ionic
energy. My cue! I go over the balcony like an eagle swooping on its prey!

I land on the shoulders of the first one to crash home a thunderbolt left
fist on to its rounded helmet. My blow rips right through and makes a mess
of whatever electronics are inside it. Not hanging around to see what
happens next I push off and drop kick the second one hard enough to send it
flying. Hitting the ground I use a shoulder roll to come up on my feet just
as the third one tries to stamp me flat. It's quick but I'm quicker; and a
whole lot stronger!

Catching its foot in one hand I grab behind its thigh and surge up. Lifting
it clear of the floor I toss it over my shoulder and atop the one I've just
floored. This gives me a split second to glance across to Harp. He, like
his uncle, is wreathed with glittering energy but it seems to me Harp's
silver blue is pushing Xavier's energy back now.

Armoured machine lunges at me! I rip its bloody arm right off and use it
like a club on the second one. Then I launch myself like a ballistic
missile with both my arms held out, hands like blades, and tear clean
through the front and out of its back. One wrecked, one damaged, one
getting up, I end that one by hurling it against the ancient stone
wall. The one with the shattered helmet is staggering around so I have time
for another look at the duel.

Harp's almost there! Despite the power fountaining from that bloody machine
Xavier's losing. I mangle the last warrior machine as Xavier screams in
agony and does something with his ring. His attack on Harp ends but that
ionic device launches a massive cloud of energy at the lad. An explosion
rocks the room and sparks fly everywhere. I reach a fallen Harp in a split
second to extend my personal energy shield around both of us.

Fragments of metal patter down around us or bounce off my shield as the
lighting, already dim, flickers down to red emergency levels. Something is
lying on the floor besides Harp. It's Xavier's false ring still in place
around his charred ring finger. Heart pounding I bend over Harp. Relief
floods through me when I feel his warm breath and see his chest rising and
falling.

"Harp are you okay?"

It comes out in a mutter but that's good enough for me. The finger and its
ring go into my jerkin pocket.

"Mmmm yeah I'll be fine. Where's Uncle Xavier?"

"He's gone son. Done a runner. He left something behind though but you can
see it later. Now I'm getting you out of here before this place comes
apart. Relax Harp."

I slip one arm under his knees and the other around his shoulders, stand,
and zoom up towards the balcony I recently dived down from. I head though
for the side we first arrived at. Scything out into the corridor I whip
along and up the stairs. One level higher and along the first corridor I
soar out into the night through the still wide open door. Behind us I can
hear faint thumps, bangs, and catch the occasional flash of sparks.

I go for altitude. Even in these early hours there may be somebody up and
about on this location site and if they are they'll be looking at the
castle. Even with the explosions muffled underground they will be
felt. Also the smell of smoke and maybe flames won't be missed for
long. Accelerating I cross to directly above Harp's mobile home and sink
straight down behind it.

When I land I collapse the force shield and, still cradling Harp, shuffle
softly up the steps and inside. Even as I close and snap on the door catch
I can hear people beginning to move and voices being raised. I tote Harp
into his bedroom and settle him onto his bed. The first thing I do is
remove his mask. He seems a little pale under his deep tan but he's
breathing slowly and steadily.

I pat his cheek lightly.

"Harp can you hear me? Are you okay?"

He manages a grin, a shaky grin but a grin nonetheless, and that eases my
mind.

"Yeah I can hear you fine Lee. I'm fine honestly. I'm drawing on my ring to
recharge myself and I'll be back to normal soon. I seem to recall you
saying Uncle Xavier got away? The crafty bastard knew he was losing to me
again so he overloaded the generator and fired the entire ionic charge at
me. My ring and I deflected it but he survived the blast and must have got
away somehow.

"Well not completely Harp!"

Head propped on a pillow he manages to arch an eyebrow at me in a
query. From the patch pocket of my jerkin I bring out the crisped finger
and hope I'm not going to shock him too much with the sight of it. His eyes
go wide but that's about all that happens. Carefully I lay ring and finger
on the bedside cabinet.

"The ring is still intact! It looks like my uncle did a better job than I
expected."

"Yeah but your uncle's even less intact now. You'll have to be a lot more
careful in future Harp. Now are you sure you're okay? If you're not there
has to be a doctor or some kind of medical staff on site and I'll go fetch
them."

I begin to believe he's okay when he manages a husky giggle.

"Oh yeah and when they see me kitted out like this and with hair like this
they won't notice or suspect a thing will they?"

"Harp bugger your secret identity. If you're hurt then I get you
treated. Now tell me true are you 100% honestly?"

I get a grin and another giggle from him.

"What are you? My mother? You're not my father either!"

Gazing down at him I'm just starting to believe what he's telling me.

"No Harp I'm not your mother or your father and I don't feel about you like
they do."

"Well how do you feel about me?"

They say never answer a question with a question but I do anyway.

"How about you tell me how you feel about me?"

His long smooth muscled arms, one hand bare and the other still gloved,
hook around my neck to draw me down. His lips fasten on mine and he kisses
me as deeply and as skilfully as any boy has ever kissed me. When he
finally pulls back I'm shaking like a leaf from soaring passion.

"That's how I feel about you Lee!"

Gazing down at his stunning face I toss aside all restraint.

"And this is how I feel about you Harp."

My kiss on his lips is all that his was on mine. After that kiss we just
seem to wrap ourselves around each other and our mouths lock together. Our
tongues probe and only a need to breath finally forces us apart. I'm
burning with desire and my erection throbs. Under that skin tight outfit I
can both see and feel the swell of his hard cock.

"I need to get out of this suit. Help me Lee!"

"How do I do that?"

I'm not sure if I can help him. My hands, strong enough to rend those
robots earlier, are shaking.

"At the top, at the nape of my neck, there's an indentation that will take
a fingertip. Push your finger into it and run it downwards."

I manage to find it, get barely a nail into it, and as I slide the finger
down the suit opens up right down to the cleft of his taut
buttocks. Leaning forwards I kiss the nape of his neck under that feathery
silver blue hair. Next the delicate bones of his vertebrae receive a series
of similar light brushes from my lips. Harp shivers and then commences to
slip out of the upper half of the one piece costume.

Standing he's wriggling out of the lower half when I interupt this
delighful process.

"That's not going to work Harp."

He looks genuinely puzzled.

"What's not going to work?"

"Getting out of that suit."

"Why not?"

"Because you've still got your boots on!"

He goes beyond giggling and cracks up into a gale of laughter. I'm still
hugely aroused and aching for him but somehow the laughter destroys any
tension I, and maybe he, had left. I reach for his feet.

"Well I've done this once for you so why not again?"

I slip off his boots a lot easier than I took off his movie issue footwear
earlier. Still laughing he wriggles lithely out of that suit and flops back
on the mattress. Naked as he is I can't wrench my eyes away from his face
and body. He's utterly gorgeous and desirable. His voice breaks in on my
contemplation of his beauty.

"You've seen all of me so when do I get to see all of you?"

I need no second invitation to oblige him. I toss my hooded jerkin aside
and begin to unbutton my shirt.

"Well you told me I went for blue, black, and loose, and at least this is
easier to get out of than yours was."

And thankfully I remember to take off my boots before my pants though!
Stark naked I stand at the foot of the bed and let him look me over.

"Oh Wow!"

"Wow?"

"I'm impressed!"

He can't be impressed with my cock. I'm reasonably well endowed and right
now I'm fully erect. His cock's about as long as mine though mine's maybe
thicker than his.

"Impressed with what Harp?"

"You! Just you!"

I'm exactly 68 inches tall and weigh in at around 190 lbs though I don't
look that heavy. I'm solid and well muscled without the lumps and bulges of
a body builder's physique. I like to think I'm constructed along the lines
of a large gymnast. I'm pale skinned and my short cropped hair is pale
red. Harp's looking closely at me. Really close.

"You don't have a hair on your body! You've got less than me and I've
hardly any. All you have is the hair on your head, eyebrows, and
eyelashes. You look great but it's strange."

"It's my power Harp. I've a force field that extends about a micron beyond
my skin and any hair grows into it and burns away."

"So why hair on your head?"

"Harp if you had any idea how long it took me to gain conscious control of
even my eyelash growth you'd be amazed."

"How long?"

"Bloody decades!"

"Lee how old are you?"

"A lot older than I look believe me!"

"My God Lee you're in amazing shape!"

"Clean living Harp. I've been saving myself for the most beautiful boy in
the world."

That gets me the sexiest smile I've ever seen.

"Tell me who that might be."

"You of course! Look we can swap details about our powers later but right
now I want to kiss you and feel you against my skin."

I move onto the bed and reach for him!

This isn't a seduction! I never had to make a move on him. This is raw sex!
It's like fucking with a bronzed wildcat! In a second we're tangled
together. My lips are plastered to his. His fingers claw at my back and but
for my body shield I'd have lost skin. After many years I have enough
control of my powers that I can enjoy pleasant sensations and avoid pain
and damage. The sensations are beyond pleasant now.

Harp hooks a long lithe leg around me, pressing us harder against each
other, I cup one hand upon his velvety buttock and the other grasps the
back of his head. We kiss with insane passion and his sleek body feels
burning hot resting on mine. My cock, rigid and throbbing with arousal,
finds his smooth thigh pressed against it and he rubs it slowly till I
shudder with delight.

Freeing one hand I move to stroke the full length of Harp's erection then
fold my fingers around it. He wrenches his mouth away from mine to moan and
almost stammer to me.

"Yes! Oh yes! Now Lee!"

Our mouths locked upon each others again I pump his member with smooth
strokes of my hand. The helmet of his slim cock is swollen and a deep
cherry red. Sprawled half across him I can feel his heart pounding and see
his flat belly ripple as he moves towards his first climax. His hands clamp
onto my hard muscled rear and he bucks wildly as his cock spurts his hot
creamy seed!

Wads of his semen splatter his belly and chest as I thrust over and over
again until Harp, gasping, is sated, though I suspect not for long.

"God that was good!"

His smile would tempt an angel to sin and what I've just done is no sin. I
lap at my fingers and taste he creamy juice. Then I jerk as his fingers ape
my actions to ease back my foreskin and clamp a finger and thumb just below
my bloated helmet. Rolling me over he wriggles down until he lies between
my wide spread thighs, and, cupping the sack of my balls, gazes up at me.

"I can't wait any longer for this!"

His mouth opens to take my hard cock deep inside. Clamping his lips to the
barrel of my cock his head bobs up and down with confident skill. His
tongue has a life all of its own! It slides silkily over the hypersensitive
skin of my helmet and my head thrashes back and forth on the tumbled
pillows. As his mouth rouses me higher and higher his long fingers knead
and caress my balls till I'm on the verge of screaming for release.

Slowly and with excruciating artistry he performs the most perfect fellatio
on me. Fire blazes from the base of my cock and surges up. My orgasm is
astounding and my body bends like a bow as I erupt into his mouth. It feels
like electricity crackling inside me as my seed hoses forth and Harp
greedily swallows the bounty.

Dimly I'm aware I'm clutching his head and still urging him on as I howl
out loud my ecstasy. Finally I slump back and savour the afterglow of such
amazing sex. I tug him, urge him, and almost drag him till he lies across
me.

"You said good and I say incredible Harp. I said it and I mean it. You're
the most beautiful boy in the world. I'll add desirable to that too."

We take out some time then to kiss again. Deeply and slowly we kiss as my
hands slide over his slim hot body. I can feel his cock is hard and erect
once more. One of the bonuses of being Meta human is astounding sexual
stamina, in my case at least, and it also seems also to apply to Harp. This
time I roll him over and slip a pillow under his taut buttocks to raise his
hips slightly from the rumpled sheets.

I kiss his mouth. I nuzzle his neck and use the tip of my tongue to probe
the core of his ear. Next then I suck on the lobes of his ears. My lips and
tongue explore the delicate hollows where his collarbones lie. Not that
there's anything delicate or frail about his slim and slender body. Next I
drop my lips to one of his big dark nipples. I have a fascination with the
nipples of men and boys and find, sometimes, they are as erogenous to the
male sex as females say they are.

As I suck on his nipple I trail the fingers of one hand over his belly. To
Harp it seems this is a double pleasure! He presses my face closer as I
bite gently on the hard nub of flesh and he wriggles as my fingers stroke
sensuously his silky skin. Leaving one nipple glistening with saliva I move
to the second and work similar magic on it whilst I caress his soft inner
thighs.

My lips and tongue move downwards over his chest and onto his belly,
pausing to explore his perfect navel, then drift onto his lower belly. His
groin has the faintest dusting of his amazing silver blue hair above the
length of his proud hard cock. Fully erect and crowned with a helmet like a
small red plum my mouth waters at the thought of taking it between my lips.

Slipping my hands under his thighs I cup his slender hips and lower my
mouth to his long, slender, and darkly lovely member. Drooling my thick
saliva onto the round swell of his helmet I finally take his cock into my
mouth to show him I'm his equal at the art of fellatio. Against my lips,
tongue, and the inside of my mouth, he feels like satin. Harp's eyes go
wide as I swirl saliva around and over his skin and then go to work with a
will.

Lips clamped firmly on him I suck and then slide up and down his rock hard
erection. As he did to me I tease and explore the slit of his helmet and
the pleats and folds of his foreskin. His hips are heaving up to meet my
plunging mouth and hoarse groans are escaping his gritted teeth.

Pleasuring him slowly and then with increasing speed I'm only surprised
that I haven't taken him over the edge yet. His chiselled jaw works
silently and his eyes appear to have rolled up to show only the whites when
he finally hits his peak and climaxes with tremendous violence.

My mouth is flooded with wad after wad of his seed. I could say he tastes
like honey and cream or even roses. He doesn't! He tastes like the
delicious flavour of a young boy's thick cream which I savour on my tongue
and lips. Even as it slides down my throat I press on with giving Harp
every last exquisite nano second of heaven. Sated again, for a while at
least, likely only a short while, I find my own needs climbing once more.

When Harp has control of his body again he rolls over to prop himself up on
one elbow. Even under his deep golden tan I can see his cheeks are
flushed. His voice is low and intense.

"We're not stopping now. I want more! I can see you need more. No! You want
more and need more just like me."

God how right he is! Hard and hot once more I want my cock in his mouth
again. And after that I've got more plans and I'll bet Harp has too. All
restraint has been long abandoned by both of us and I straddle the supine
Harp.  My cock enters his mouth again but this time I'm pumping my hips
forward so I'm fucking his mouth like a maniac.

Those long fingered hands of his are gripping my waist and urging me to
greater efforts. Lips fastened onto me and tongue flogging my cock Harp
drives me, like a runaway train, towards another giant climax. Fire seems
to pulse from around my arse and rocket through my balls and my cock
unleashes another fountain of my semen. Once drained again I roll off him
to sprawl beside him with a grin on my face as crazy as his uncle's
was. Though for a very different reason.

Harp stares hard at me and his wild grin matches mine.

"We're compatible!"

I debate between letting my jaw drop or laughing insanely.

"Jesus Christ you bet we're compatible. I want to fuck you hard right now
Harp."

"No Lee I mean power-wise. My ionic power and whatever yours is link up
perfectly for sex. We feed each others desires. So yeah fuck me hard now!"

He's on his knees and that gorgeous rear is ready for me, my erection's
back full blown, I'm ready to enter him, and "clack, clack, clack" on the
door of Harp's mobile home. Next comes an already familiar voice; that of
Gavin Todd.

"Harper" Harper are you awake? Something wild has happened at the castle
and Mr James wants a meeting with the main cast. Harper are you there?"

With a frustrated groan, which is echoed by me, Harp jumps up from the bed.

"Bastard! Talk about bad timing. Look Lee I'd better go see him or he'll be
there all day. Bugger he's a pain in the arse you know."

I've flopped back onto the scattered pillows in frustration but I'm also
curious.

"What have you got against him Harp?"

"Well he wants to fuck me you know."

"Yeah well that I can understand Harp. There has to be more than that."

"Oh it's not that he's not a good looking guy. I can't stand his
personality. He's a creep to his superiors. You know the score. It's all
"Yes Sir I can sort that out leave it all to me" and then he passes things
on to one of his assistants to do it for him. I think I'll give him a treat
and wind him up at the same time. Stay back here in the shadows and watch
this!"

He scoops up a short pale blue silky robe and shrugs into it but doesn't
fasten it. He strides off towards the door Todd's rapping on. It's barely
dawn outside so back here, where I'm standing, after hopping off the bed,
things are really dark so I shouldn't be seen. Harp unlatches and swings
wide the door. As he does his flimsy robe flutters in the morning breeze
and poor Gavin is looking at Harp's glorious naked body.

Even from here I can see his eyes bug out of his head and creep or not I
can sympathise with him.

"What's so urgent Gavin?"

"Something big and weird's gone on at the castle Harper. There's been
explosions and a fire and for some reason the place is surrounded by the
police and some kind of paramilitary unit. Mr Franklin is holding a staff
meeting of the cast and production staff so can you get there as soon as
possible?"

"I'll get dressed and be right there. Thanks Gavin!"

With the door closed again Harp comes back with a huge grin on his face.

"I swear he could hardly walk he's gone so hard. Maybe I'll give him a
sympathy fuck one day? Who knows? Look Lee why don't you go back to
bed. Once the meeting's done I'll order breakfast for both of us and we've
some talking to do. Mainly about you coming to meet my folks."

He's snagging and stepping into a pair of briefs as he says that last
sentence and I guess my mouth just lets go.

"Huh! Your parents?"

He's slipping into a tee shirt as he grins at me.

"Hey don't get nervous. It's not like you're going to ask for my hand in
marriage. We're fucking but not planning a family together. Look seriously
Lee we've got to tell mum and dad about what went on and that you know who
I am really. That and that Uncle Xavier's back and as dangerous as ever!"

As he leaves me I'm looking up at the ceiling and wondering what can happen
next!