Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2001 00:33:58 -0400
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The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author.

If you are looking to get off quick, read something else.  This story is
presented in serial form and you'll read a lot of background, before you
get any mindblowing sex scenes.

If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther.  This is a
story about the interaction of males with each other in a fanciful setting.
It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.

Thanks to those who are encouraging me to continue with the presentation of
this series.

I have not acknowledged e-mails, instead using my time to write.
I do appreciate hearing from you.
Hope that you continue to enjoy.       LJB

To Fulfill a Prophesy


Section 32

Dean - Monday night

Monday passed at a steady pace.  Ted and I alternated staying with Denny.
He slept on and off through the morning and early afternoon.  Shortly after
lunch time his fever finally broke and he began to sweat.  During the
course of the afternoon and evening, we changed his bed and pajamas three
different times.  Once the sweat started he just soaked everything right
through.  We made sure he kept drinking the whole time, so there were no
complications for him with dehydration.  Water, fruit juice, pop, iced tea,
Freshie, there was just no end to the line of glasses readied for him to
down.  And the line of visitors was endless.  Everyone on the estate knew
about what had happened and everyone stopped by his door at least twice
through the day to check up on him.  Mr. Chen came by hourly, you could
almost set your clock by him.  Our security team also always seemed to have
one representative in attendance at all times.

When Denny did finally awaken he was weak and very quiet.  It wasn't hard
to tell he had lost a lot of energy, because this was not the active little
boy we were all use to having around.  Either Ted or I would carry him to
the bathroom when he woke and then he would just lay in his bed while we
read to him until he would drift off, back to sleep.  One of the other boys
was always in the room with us.  Even Kevin fit right in and took his
turns.  They would each sit on the side of his bed and hold his hand, as if
they were passing their strength or energy on to him.  They didn't seem to
discuss it with each other, they just each did the same thing, in their
turn.

Neither Ted, nor I had slept at all during the night.  We were too worried
about Denny and about each other.  The Doctor had speculated Denny was
fighting some kind of viral infection he had picked up over the weekend.
We could not determine where he might have been to be exposed, when the
rest of us were not also exposed, but he was the only one who manifested
any ill effects.  Anyway, everything that could be, was canceled, or put on
hold for the day.  By dinner time, our youngest member was feeling and
looking much like his regular self.  It became a chore to keep him in bed
for the evening.  He actually managed to get us to let him go as far as the
couch in his lounge area, so a little television could be watched.

Monday night, the `dojo' was held without Ted and myself, but we insisted
everyone else go.  It gave our group a chance to re-focus on something else
and their presence helped the rest of the staff know Denny was all right.
They all joined in the recreational swim after the class and I think it
helped relieve a lot of the tension.  Jason approached us in the afternoon
and asked to be allowed to stay with Denny overnight on Monday.  He said he
would sleep in Davey's bed, where he could keep a regular check on Denny.
Davey was to sleep with Jamie again and they readily agreed to this.  It
would allow Ted and me to get a good night's sleep and also give Dale a
night alone with Kevin.  We knew Denny would be in good hands, so we agreed
to the arrangement.

Ted was restless through the night and I know he got up and went to check
on Denny himself at least twice.  Jason continued to push the fluids and
Denny was sleeping peacefully and this seemed to help Ted to settle more
when he came back to bed.  I am sure the scare from Davey's phone call the
night before, was replaying in his head on a regular basis.  We had made
love when we came to bed and were laying peacefully in each other's arms,
sharing the warmth and security we had wrapped ourselves in.  The phone
rang and I made a joke about not answering it, as if we were not there.
Ted picked up the receiver and identified himself and then listened.  He
was out of bed before I even knew he was moving and had dropped the
telephone receiver.

"Denny's dying."  was all I heard him call to me, as he ran through the
bedroom doorway.  I was out behind him, as fast as I could move, but he was
gone by the time I reached the same doorway.  I caught up to him inside
Denny and Davey's room, heading toward the bathroom.  When I saw the
situation and that he was checking Denny for injuries, I knew I would be
most effective acting in support of his efforts.  And so, we worked
together, performing like the team we have become over the years, united in
a common goal.  When the smoke had cleared, there was no question in my
mind, I wasn't going to leave Ted's side for a moment during the night.
And that's where I stayed, until morning when we paired up with our sons to
take care of the morning's needs.

While Jamie and I watched over Denny, waiting for Ted and Davey to return
from breakfast, it gave us some time to do some more talking, just between
the two of us.

"Dad," Jamie questioned, "were you scared when this all happened last night
?"

"Terrified."  I admitted

"I was scared, too" he said.

"There is nothing wrong with being afraid about something," I counseled,
"but you pass the terror at some point and just do what has to be done."

"Yeah."  he agreed.  "Davey did that first.  He has more experience than I
have in controlling his emotions."

"You and Davey seem to have hit it off really well, this weekend."  I
observed.

"We are brothers, Dad."  he told me, looking surprised I would not realize
this.  "You do understand we are both Guardians, don't you ?"

"I understand it, Jamie."  I told him.  "I just have a very hard time
thinking of my son as being something other than my son."

"I will always be your son, Dad."  he wrapped his arms around me.  "I just
have three brothers we didn't know about.  I only started to know them in
the last few months and that's because of Davey being in my dreams.  My
gifts only started, after he had told me about Prophesy and the part I
would play.  I was so afraid you would be the one, until Davey said it
wouldn't be you."  He stopped and looked at me with a look of panic on his
face.

"The one for what ?"  I asked him.  "I would be the one for what ?"  He
turned pale at my question and I could see him trying to think quickly.

"Oh, Dad."  he stammered.  "Please don't ask me.  I shouldn't have said
what I did and they will all be really upset with me.  Please don't ask me
to explain.  I can't lie to you and I can't say any more.  If you must know
more, ask Uncle Ted, but please don't ask me."  He was so upset by what had
just happened I knew I couldn't push him about it.  This had to have
something to do with what Davey and Ted had been discussing, about telling
me, in the Library yesterday afternoon.  Neither one of them had explained
when I had asked about it.

"It's okay, Jamie."  I tried to soothe him.  "I won't ask any more, but I
do have something else I want to ask you about."  There was a look of
relief on his face.  "I know you will be honest with me and not tell me
just what you think I may want to hear."

"No Dad."  he assured me.  "I'll be honest."

"How would you feel, when school gets out for the summer about coming and
staying here with me, with all of us ?  And in the fall, staying here and
living with us while you go to school locally."  Jamie looked at me with an
expression on his face like he was going to cry.  I thought I had done this
wrong.  He thought I was going to take him away from his school and make
him live in this huge, cold house.

"Dad," he began with a tremble in his voice.  I closed my eyes and prepared
myself for the worst. "Yes.  Yes, yes, yes.  That's what I've been wishing
for months.  Yes.  As soon as possible.  Thank you.  Thank you for asking
me and for wanting me to come."  I was so relieved.  I grabbed him and
hugged him and kissed him all over his face.

"Great."  I yelled and suddenly remembered where I was and our sleeping
`little man'.  No harm done luckily.  Jamie continued to hug me.

"What about Mom ?"  he asked me.  He looked a little worried about having
to deal with his mother over this.

"It's okay."  I assured him.  "I will deal with your Mom."  That would be
the next obstacle.  A very big obstacle, but I did have a plan.

Ted and Davey returned, having dressed and had their breakfast.  When they
came in the room, Jamie went over to Davey and the two of them stood about
two feet apart, looking into each other's eyes.  Davey suddenly got an
annoyed expression on his face and Jamie reached out and put his hand on
Davey's arm, as if to calm him.  Davey appeared a little more
understanding, but then just slowly shook his head back and forth two or
three times and broke their gaze.  He looked over and saw me watching them
and got a look, like they had been caught with their hands in a cookie jar.

"I have a 9:AM appointment in my office with Dale," Ted announced, "so
Davey is going to stay here with Denny, until one of us gets back."  I
nodded to acknowledge I had heard him.

"You and I need to have a discussion, today."  I told Ted and something in
my tone seemed to queue him there was a problem.  The boys also both looked
at me.

"Sure, Boss."  he replied.  "Whenever you want."  I know Ted and his tone
and manner were a little too trivial.  That was also the first time, since
we started sleeping together, he called me "Boss".

Later that afternoon, Ted and I were again together in Denny's room, while
the young boy was sleeping.  It seemed a good time to have our discussion.

"Do you have something to tell me ?"  I asked Ted.  He sat looking at the
floor without saying anything for several minutes.  When he looked up at
me, there was a tear rolling down his cheek.  I had never known Ted to shed
a tear.  My heart melted and any annoyance I had felt was gone.  I went
over and sat next to him on the couch, putting my arm around him.  "What is
so serious ?"

"Dean, I've put off telling you this for quite a while.  I likely would not
have told you at all, but Davey has been after me, because he feels it is
effecting our relationship.  When Chen finally finished translating the
Prophesy, the most difficult line to translate in it, was a warning.  We
have never disclosed the line to anyone, including you."  He reached into
his pocket and withdrew a copy of the Prophesy.  I read it over and found
the line I had never seen before.

In the world of new beginnings, a Shogun (Leader/Prince) of infinite
wealth, after being lost and found again by his
 			Samurai (Warrior Chief) will both learn that their
real riches lie elsewhere.  To them will come four treasures to be nurtured
and guided.  They will father the four to manhood.  During the course of
their growth, the Father will meet a fatal end.

I read it again and again.  This would indicate I was going to die.  I am
the only known, living Father of a Guardian.

"Why would you keep this from me ?"  I asked him.  "If I am to die, then I
should know about this, shouldn't I ?"

"Not if you aren't the only Father of the Guardians."  he told me.  It
finally became clear to me.  Ted planned on adopting three of the
Guardians, hoping he would be the Father referred to by Prophesy.  He was
out to protect me again and he knew I wouldn't let him, if I had known the
truth.  The price of protecting me would be his life, instead of mine.

"Ted, Jamie let it slip this morning," I told him, "I am not the one.  He
said he was upset by the prophesy too and Davey told him I was not the one.
So I can adopt the two boys we have and the fourth one, when he arrives and
not be the one.  You can still adopt Denny and be safe."

"The problem is I started out ready to adopt the boys to save you from the
prophesy, but along the way, I fell in love with Davey and Denny.  They are
my sons and I can't adopt or not adopt them as a convenience.  I want them,
every bit as much as I want you.  If something happens to me, I want them
to go on knowing I loved them and they were a part of me."

"But to lose your life over a certificate of adoption."

"It's a piece of paper to us, maybe.  But for them, it could mean who they
are and that they belong.  It allows me to be theirs as much as them to be
mine.  It's what the Prophesy charges us to teach them, to love and trust."

"We are not going to resolve this in one sitting."  I told him.  "We will
talk about this more, a lot more, before we decide, together, how we are
going to handle this.  I love you, Ted Tanner and the prospect of losing
you is just not an acceptable option."


Ted - Monday evening

I arrived at my office precisely at 9:AM.  Dale and the two corporals he
had suspended were waiting.  I asked them to come in immediately.  Dale
sat, they stood.

"The Captain is not pleased with the quality of your work and the
responsibility and initiative which you demonstrated supervising the care
of our newest young guest."  I told them.  "Do you wish to comment on his
observations ?"

"The `Captain' is a new man here, whereas I've worked for the Corp. for
several years."  Harold, the man who had been in the outer office
yesterday, said.  "I think he may need to adjust his expectations as to
what we are expected to do around here on a weekend.  Baby sitting isn't
exactly what I signed on for."  He smiled broadly at Ted, knowing the Boss
would recognize him as being around for a while.

"I can see where the Captain should have expected more from me."  said
Brian, the young man who had sat in the room with Kevin.  "I should have
made sure what the instructions were myself and known the boy was not to be
held like that."  He had said a lot about being a junior man on the job and
both Dale and I, immediately thought about how we had met Anson.

"The Captain is the senior officer for this facility and his decisions come
to me only for review."  Ted outlined.  "His having you come for a personal
review of the matter was a courtesy, which he extended for your benefit,
not his.  Have you decided what to do in regard to this matter, Dale."

"Yes, Sir."  Dale replied.  "Harold will be transferred to Head Office."
The man grinned widely.  "He will be assigned to security patrol, where all
he will need do is check doors and punch time clocks, so he is not taxed by
the work load."  The grin had disappeared and a look of shock had replaced
it.  Harold hung his head and was silent., well aware his job could hang in
the balance.  "Brian will remain at this facility.  He will be scheduled to
work the Observation Room and will also be given responsible for the
security of the facility, when the team is absent.  If he learns and shows
he can cope with these responsibilities, he will be promoted to Sergeant in
six months."  Brian looked stunned and Harold couldn't believe what he was
hearing.  Both were dismissed and left the office area in opposite
directions.

"That was a very judicious decision."  I advised Dale.  "I hope you aren't
still wondering why I chose you to be the Captain of our team."  Dale was
slightly embarrassed at the compliment, but he gave me a big smile.

"I need to check something out with you."  Dale advised me.

"I know.  Davey told me you would."  I responded.  "I'm having a hard time
adjusting to being told ahead, what is going to happen."

"I have already gone ahead this morning and made some arrangements."  Dale
reported.  "I have requested reports and a trace on Tim Wright.  He is the
truck driver who assisted Kevin on his trip and he has become a very
central figure in Kevin's focus.  If the reports check out the way I expect
them to, I will make arrangements for him to meet with us, here, as soon as
possible.  At that time, I would like to have a driver's job to offer him,
which will allow him to remain here, if he is willing.  Can you guide me
where to go to arrange the job."

"We will do that together with Personnel, so next time, they will know you
and you can proceed as you see fit."  I told Dale.  Two telephone
introductions later, Dale was well on his way to having exactly what he
wanted.  He made a call to central security and was told the reports he
wanted would be in his hands by noon.

I returned to Denny for the rest of the morning.  I sent Davey out to find
Jamie, so they could join up with the others to go horse back riding.  This
took a little insistence on my part, but Davey gave in when he found I
couldn't be swayed.  Dean spent his morning in his office downstairs and
after he had lunch, he came to stay with Denny, while I went to eat.  The
riders returned and after showering, met me in the cafeteria.  I noticed
Brian had joined their group and figured Dale had a hand in this new
addition.  Kevin seemed much more settled since last night and helped to
tell me about the ride they had been on.  Jamie and Davey both voiced their
intention to lay down after lunch and have an hour's nap.

When I returned upstairs, Denny was awake and feeling a little stronger.
He had begun to sweat again so Dean and I changed his pajamas and bedding.
We made sure he drank as much as he could hold and then I read to him from
his `Swiss Family Robinson' book.  He was back to sleep, before I had
completed the chapter.  Dean and I were alone and quiet for the first time
that day and it was time for our discussion.

"Do you have something to tell me ?"  Dean asked me and our conversation
went from there.  I felt guilty about having held back information from
him, even if it had been for his own good.  It was not a matter of trust,
as far as I was concerned.  I trusted no man more than Dean.  This was a
matter of survival.  His.  I felt so much better when he knew the whole
picture, but I was still greatly concerned about his safety and what he
would want to do to resolve this problem.

The rest of the day and evening was spent with Denny and Dean.  It was very
encouraging to see him improve over the afternoon and by dinner time, he
was hungry and not very satisfied by soup and Jell-O.  Still the liquids
continued.  He was `napped out' by evening and we carried him to the couch
and let him watch some television, while his bed was changed once again.
Dale stopped in, before heading for the `dojo' and handed me a file for
review.  He reported his investigation proved to be as productive as he had
hoped and a meeting had been arranged for 2:PM tomorrow.  Tim Wright would
arrive at the `castle' for lunch with the family and then have time to
visit with Kevin and Dale before the meeting.

Jason came up to Denny's room after the recreational swim that evening.  He
said he was going to watch television for a while and go to bed early.  We
knew Denny would be safe and well looked after with Jason there.  That
meant Dean and I had the rest of the night for ourselves.  We had agreed to
not talk more about our problem with the Prophesy, today.  We headed for my
room and the shower.  It was so relaxing to stand under the hot water and
relax.  Having my man by my side, made the experience complete.  We soaped
each other slowly and completely, reaching all the cracks and crevices one
might sometimes miss when alone.  By the time we finished, we were both
squeaky clean and hard as rocks.

After drying and stretching out on my big, oversized bed, Dean found some
lotion and proceeded to rub it sensuously into my shoulders and back.  The
warmth from the shower and the creaminess of the lotion made his firm touch
seem totally luxurious.  He rubbed lower and stroked my butt cheeks, with
long sweeping motions that encouraged me to push up into his hands.  He
slowly stroked the backs of my thighs and my calves.  Instead of asking me
to turn over, he went back and applied more of the lotion to my butt.  This
time as he stroked, his thumbs followed the crease down and into the depths
of the valley, rubbing over the tight, pink pucker of my tunnel.  I spread
my legs and he stroked between them, reaching my ball sack and after light,
tickling strokes, returning to my tight pucker.

More lotion was applied to my crease and his fingers and his strokes turned
into circular probing of my tightest muscle.  I felt one of his fingers
carefully slide through the ring, into me.  He moved the finger back and
forth, probing deeper and deeper until he passed over his ultimate goal
within my tunnel.  The surge was electrifying.  He drew back and eased two
fingers into me, this time twisting them back and forth, stretching the
tight ring.  Again, he pushed in, until his finger dragged across my switch
and I was hit with a thousand stars flashing through my head.  By the time
I felt his movements again, he had three fingers in me.

"I haven't been fucked in over ten years."  I whispered to him.

"And did someone love you then ?"  he asked.

"Yes."  I replied.

"Well then it's long past time you were loved again."  he whispered back to
me.  He pulled slightly at the sides of my hips and I lifted up, onto my
knees.  I felt the head of his probe, knocking at my back door and he slid
into me slowly and smoothly.  His preparation had insured I felt no pain or
discomfort.  I was filled.  He slowly pulled back and then slid into me
again.  He hit the mark this time and the sparks and stars started to
shine.  By the time he had started a steady pace of withdrawal and reentry,
I was soaring among the stars.  I was vaguely aware of my cock starting to
spurt, without having been touched during this entire event.  When that
happened, my ass ring contracted and the pressure started Dean filling me
with his nectar.  I think he yelled out at the time, but I was so far gone,
I'm not even sure what universe I was floating through.  When I next became
conscious, I was flat on the bed, Dean was flat out on top of me and he was
licking my ear.

"That was okay."  he whispered, his voice still not quite in sync with his
body.  "Maybe we should do it this way every once in a while."

"If you can do that every time," I whispered back to him, "you can be the
top from now on."

"I don't think so."  he giggled.  "It's a nice place to visit, but I
wouldn't want to live here."  We both chuckled and then we fell asleep, in
exactly the same position we had finished our love making.


The Prophesy of the Guardians

The House of Chen, being both old and honourable,
shall be the Caretakers of this vision of the yet to come.

From this time forth, one son will be born to the House
of Chen in each generation to the number of 110.

These males shall be the Caretakers and shall guard this
knowledge until its time arrives.

In the world of new beginnings, a Shogun (Leader/Prince)
of infinite wealth, after being lost and found again by his
Samurai (Warrior Chief) will both learn that their real riches
lie elsewhere.  To them will come four treasures to be nurtured
and guided.  They will father the four to manhood. .  During the
course of their growth, the Father will meet a fatal end.  He will
be held first and forever



Each Guardian will possess gifts.

One will hold the gift of dreams and control of the emotions.

One will hold the gift of looking into and influencing the minds
of his fellow man and knowing truth.

One will hold the gift of communication and know all
languages, written and spoken.

One will hold the gift of prophesy and he will be the
catalyst to the power of the four.

Each will sense the presence of others.

Together, as one, the Guardians will hold a gift never
allowed before to man.

There are dark forces and men who fear the power of the
Guardians and would use it for their own purposes.
 			Care must be taken to preserve them while they
grow and develop their skills.  They must learn to love and
trust, so that they may serve the needs of mankind.

(Complete translation)