Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2004 21:02:55 EST
From: J
Subject: PETER PAN AND ME 45

I am not sure how long it was since Graham lost his arms but the Viking
ship seemed to leave...I hoped for good. That was not to be. In the
meantime, Peter went on with his adventures, less solo than usual and
more with me and one or two of the others, sometimes without me, which
always pissed me off no end. And he knew it did. I don't know why he
liked that but he did. He liked to show me, I guess, that he didn't
really need me along but of course he did. He always survived the most
incredible ordeals though, even alone. But with me or one of the others
along, he would be better off. Although sometimes we were liabilities,
especially those of us who weren't expert fighters, such as Landen, Bo,
and Jennie.

"And princes with six elder brothers..."

Barrie wrote this down in the original novel when the Darlings dreamt of
Neverland or rather their NeverlandS, for there were many, converged into
one or something. I don't know but Tyler was designated the youngest,
even though one of his brothers, Cameron, seemed younger than himself.
Cameron fooled you, not in the way Tyler fooled you. For Cameron was
slightly overweight, chubby faced, and wore thick rimmed old fashioned
black rimmed glasses. He was red cheeked and yet for all the youth
looking attributes he had, including curly sandy hair, combed to the
sides like Alfalfa in the LITTLE RASCALS (now there's a series that Peter
could get into--the Little Rascals, Our Gang, rebels all, ditching
school, lying, camping, fighting adults and sometimes giants). But
Cameron was one mean fish.

The 7 brothers of Tyler came to his kingdom. They brought a princess with
them for Tyler to marry. Her name was Elise. And she was lovely. Not in a
classic sense. She had brown hair, almost an Afro it was so curly. She
wore a bluish white gown with glistening red shoes.  The seven would make
sure he married her or else they would lose their kingdoms. The kingdoms
were all like Tyler's...huge fortresses surrounded by walls and inside
the fortresses and the walls were a large conglomerate of towns and
villages. It was a lot to lose. I wondered who they would lose their
kingdoms to but no matter, they thought they would lose their kingdoms if
Tyler didn't marry at the age he was at now. Tyler entertained them,
wined and dined them, for days on end. Even I attended. Peter was invited
and he refused to attend. I tried my best to manipulate him into
attending, even calling upon his blatant conceitedness, trying to tell
him that I and the others there could wine and dine better than he. Of
course I was wrong, for Peter did show up one night and wined and dined
as though he were among the fairies, but that's neither here nor there.
At the last dinner before the major battle, Tyler claimed to love the
Princess, who eyed him curiously, as if she did not believe him. Tyler
was spending all his time with Scen, who seemed to want to know more
about me and Peter. Scen was either falling for me and Peter or he was
trying to make conversation. I wasn't sure which. To make matter more
confusing, Tyler was jealous over this but also insisting to his brothers
that he loved Elise, which I knew he did not. Elise seemed to know it
too. I saw it in her eyes. She didn't really love Tyler either. I wasn't
sure at the time how this would resolve itself but anyway, Tyler and Scen
were deeply in some kind of love. I don't even know if they slept with
each other yet but I had my suspicions that they did. And who could blame
them if they did. Sigh. I envied them in a way. But they didn't have
Peter. Tyler tried. He tried, at one time or another, to woo me and/or
Peter to his side and to his bed but he never did get us to. Peter and I
left to have other adventures and to tend to the boys, me tending, Peter
adventuring, sometimes roles reversed.  It all came to a head one day
when Elise told Tyler he can have Scen but not her. He had wanted to
marry her and keep Scen as some kind of three way menage a troi (a Star
Trek term maybe with Deanna Trio? Or French term, not spelled right) or
something. She wouldn't have it. A three way couple? I can't say I blame
her but Tyler might have been bi sexual or maybe he was just trying to
use her as a cover. I'm still, even at this omnipotent moment, unsure as
to which it was.

I believe the story of the parents of the youngest brother Tyler, Cameron
and his other brothers, who by the way were: Den, Kanan,  Efram, Fred
(yes Fred!), Edwardo, and Rober (the youngest of the brothers born before
Tyler, even  younger than Cameron), went like this. If Tyler didn't
marry, he would have time to rule over eight kingdoms, that of his seven
brothers and his own. If he did marry, Tyler would have to spend more
time with his wife, the one picked for him by his parents. Elise. Elise
wanted to marry Tyler as afforded by her own parents' story and dreams.
When Peter heard this at the dinner he attended as a perfect gentleman
and dressed in a suit no less, he said, "That figures. Wives take up a
lot of previous time."   He also whispered to Tyler, "Don't do it. Ty."

Of course Tyler made it all up, "I am not in love with Scen," he told his
brothers at that last dinner as well as at all the other dinners. "I love
Elise,"   he declared loudly and put his chest out, almost on the table.
No one was convinced. Especially not Elise.

Scen remained quiet. He was mad but he didn't want Tyler to lose his
brothers and frankly, Tyler himself didn't want to rule over seven or was
it eight (?) kingdoms, not when he could rule over Scen with his hot
hairless smooth and tall body.

"Will you marry me?"

"NO!"   It was said by Elise but thought by Peter and myself. He had
asked that question of us a million times in the past. We kept quiet.

"Yes," Scen said. And it was out loud. He couldn't help it.

Tyler's eyes went wide. Den, his oldest brother, steamed with red rage.
And it showed in his face. He stood up, "I will not have you rule over my
kingdom with...with...him. Him taking all your time. When a wife is all
you need for me to keep it."

Kanan, dark and looking like Viggo Morgensen from LORD OF THE RINGS fame,
stood up also, and he seemed calmer, "Brother. You are young. Perhaps you
do not know yet what it is you want. Marry now and keep just one kingdom
and..."

Elise stood up too, "Excuse me. I just said no. I love your brother..."
  She spoke to Den and Kanan, but then turned to Tyler, "I do, Tyler,"
  She looked at him, "But not in that way. I feel you are almost a
brother to me also. And I a sister. That's not how it was supposed to
be."

"This goat's milk is awesome,"   Peter piped up, drinking from a large
silver goblet at the long table.

Elise began to leave but Tyler ran after her, into the hallway behind her
chair, "Elise, don't go. I'm sorry...I'm sorry that I don't....I want to
marry you, so why can't...."

Elise turned, "Look, Tyler, you love him. Him!  Another boy! It...it's
unhealthy. It's against everything I...we were ever taught."

Tyler nodded, "But I don't..."

"Ty, it's written all over your face and I know you well enough...and as
selfish as your brothers are, they know you well, also. Take care for
they seem powered up to do something about this. But alas,"   She put her
hand on his cheek, "It is not I that they shall force to make you a
husband. Your heart..."   She turned to see Scen coming into the hallway,
"...belongs to another..."

"But...but...but...there's room in my heart for both of you..."

"I understand and yet I cannot make that room in mine. For, I do not. I
no longer. I longer do not love you, my brother. Farewell. Enjoy...your
sin..."

As she walked away, Tyler went to his knees and put his hands to his face
and cupping it, cried. Scen came behind him and put a hand on his
shoulder. Tyler let it stay there but when his brothers and I came to the
hallway (Peter was still eating you see, a real meal this time, not some
make believe meal and could care less for this nonsense), Tyler shrugged
his shoulder so as to throw Scen's hand off it. Tyler did this to show
his brothers he was not gay.

Tyler turned, "What does she mean sin?"

Peter opened his shirt, "This tie hurts."   He tore it off.

Behind Tyler's chair was a wall and from that a door opened. A tall
skinny 19 year old came from it and wore a blue robe. "You're in need of
religious youth service, my young prince?"  Tall and skinny, this one's
face was not unattractive. He had a slight Southern/Western/Texan  accent
and leather boots, which seemed out of style with his long blue/purple
robe. He had brown hair and eyes and a glint in them that made him
seem...off putting.

"Who the fuck?"    Did I say that out loud. Did I ask that out loud?

Peter shrugged.

I looked at Peter, "I bet he's been listening from behind that door," I
whispered.

Peter tore his shirt off, discarding the jacket, "I'm hot."

"You sure are."  I leaned toward his end of the table and put my hand on
his leg,  "Peter," I whispered, "Can you count up to 8?"

Under his suit, it was obvious Peter wore his leaves. Damn. I was hoping
for nothing to be under that black suit of his.

From my question, Peter almost spilled his drink of goat's milk and spit
some out, "Count?Whatever for?"

"Well, I thought that your friend Barrie wrote about a prince with six
elder brothers?"

"So, so what? I'm bored now, let's go throw some melons at the armies
outside," Peter perked up and threw his chest out as he stood, knocking
his chair back, "I am tired of this dinner game."

I rolled my eyes, "But..."

"Sin is what you are doing with this one."   The 19 year old wore a
cardinal's hat, "I am your youth cardinal am I not?"

"Yes but..."

Scen stood up now, "I object to your treatment of him this way..."

"But...he is my youth minister, the cardinal if you will call him that."

Scen looked, "I will not."   He sniffed, "He's a trouble maker, he is."

Peter kicked off his shoes, "I don't like these."

I looked at his feet. He wasn't wearing any socks. I thought it odd that
the fairy boy dressed Peter. He refused to let me. Not that I would. I
hated suits and ties as much as Peter, maybe more. I wasn't wearing
anything of the kind. Scen looked at me, "I'm going to retire. I find the
conversation upsetting."

"Oh Scen, don't run away," I said, standing up and moving over to him. I
touched his smooth upper arm. Muscled.

"No," he pulled away, "I gave up my life for him. And he must...must make
his choice."

"He chooses you."

Scen looked at Tyler.

I, too,  turned to the prince, "Don't you?"

Tyler looked, "I think we need...."

Peter felt the waist band of his pants, "The thing in my zipper! I feel
like I'm being trapped. Caught."  He opened the zipper. "This thing is so
strange, even though..."   He began to play with it. The zipper, I mean.
And caught his hand, "OW!"   He sucked his hurt fingers, hurt on his
movement of the zipper.

"If you go and hide, then they win."

Scen took off again and was out of the room.

The rest of the brothers stood up. Den looked at the Cardinal, and moved
over to him. Tyler tried to go after Scen, who nodded at me. I wanted to
go after Scen but Tyler didn't and I wasn't sure I should. Was it my
place? There was one who trod anywhere and everywhere in Neverland and he
would follow Scen. I turned, "Peter..."

He was on his rump and his legs were spread out and feet off the floor,
"Tear these pants off me."

"WHAT????? Peter? Now?"   I looked at him and he raised his eyebrows.

"They're hurting me."

Den went behind the Cardinal, "If he doesn't get the blond one out. We
will overtake his castle and you. If anyone can change his mind, it is
you."

"But..."  The Cardinal looked both ways, shifting his eyes back and
forth. Tyler stood there confused.

Tyler said, "I don't know what to do."

"PULL ON IT!"   Peter yelled. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE!"

I reached out and grabbed both pant's legs and pulled, Peter yelped as I
pulled and the waist band left his hips and moved over his legs. "Hate
clothes?"  I muttered through clenched teeth.

"I HATE CLOTHES!"

Kanan looked at Den and then back to Tyler, "We will not lose our
kingdoms to you because you want to...to keep this foreigner boy in your
bed...I warn you for all of us, we will enforce our parents' dreams on
you if we have to. By total force. Your army is no match for seven of
us."   Kanan stormed away, muttering, "We need moral fortitude in
Neverland."

"Stop wiggling, let me get your pants off!"  I yelled to the little
Peter.

Den raised his eyebrows at the Cardinal who turned to him. "Do it.
Control his mind against the life he plans to style for himself with
that...that savage."

The Cardinal smiled, "I have almost succeeded in that already. Just give
me a few weeks..."

"You have until tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"  The Cardinal asked as Den walked away. He moved to Tyler,
standing behind him, as satan must have when he tempted Jesus in the
desert. "I think you need the edification of those who practice the same
as your parents practiced."

"Yes, will you get the meeting going at once?"  Tyler asked, "With all
the members?"

"Of course young master," The Cardinal said, "I only do the lord's work,
your lord as well as mine. And all your friends will be there. They think
and believe as you do. And the Bible says to surround yourself only with
believers."  He faded back into the door he came from.

Tyler looked. Everyone had almost gone. His next to youngest brother,
Rober, younger than Cameron, put a hand on his shoulder, "I'll talk to
them. I see no reason why you can't be ruler over all. But if my armies
have their way..."

Tyler nodded, "They are righteous men. They believe as our brothers do.
As you do."

Rober shrugged, "I'm not so sure, brother. I will go and see what I can
do."

Tyler kissed Rober's cheek, "Thank you. You've always been more of a
brother to me than the others."

Rober nodded and left. He looked worried. I pulled Peter's pants off and
his leaves all gave way, with it. He stood, "Ahhhh," totally happy that
he was free of the offending pants. And totally naked.

"Tyler, can you trust him?"

"My brother? Oh yes, Rober is..."

"Not Rober, the Cardinal!"

"Chase!"  Tyler almost yelled, "How dare you question the Cardinal. To do
so is to almost challenge God himself!"

Peter looked at him, "Well, I would never do that. Even I would not
challenge ...."

Tyler looked at Peter's dick, "PETER ! PETER PAN! Do not say his name
when you are...are...like Adam and..."  Tyler looked away.

"What's your problem?"  I cried, "You saw Scen naked at the lake and..."

Tyler was crying, "Just go. Both of you. Please."

I scrambled the leaves up and shoved them at Peter's crotch, "Get them
back on!"  I felt a large log of an erection and could swear I felt some
liquid seeping through. Was that Peter's....pre-cum or was it...the sap
from some of the leaves.

Peter looked down, "That feels good."

Tyler had tears coming down his face now, meeting at his chin and leaking
off. Much like Peter's crotch dropped a more vicious fluid. Which dripped
back up to Peter's dick. It must be... I had to concentrate on Tyler but
it was so hard...boy was it hard...when Peter was seemingly forming a new
bit of his sexuality...if he was at all.  I turned from Peter's crotch
but then found a leaf stuck to my hand, turned back and shoved it on his
dick area. "It does feel good..."

"Just go!"  Tyler repeated, "I have to get fed..."

Peter looked puzzled, "Fed? But we just ate."

"No, no, no. Not physically. Spiritually. I need to eat from the word of
God."   Tyler ran off.

"Maybe I should just slap him to his sense."

"Maybe..."  I shook my head, "No Peter," I did a double take. "He needs
time. He'll come round. I'm just worried about all this Bible talk."

"Bible's a good book."

"Yes, Peter, it is but there are non good people who twist it and turn it
to mean things God doesn't mean it to mean."

"How do you know that?"

"If it's hurting people, it's not from God."

"Can we go now? I wanna tease those stupid armies."

I sighed. I should stay here and try to mend Scen and Tyler. And
offending the armies outside wasn't going to help. "Maybe we..."

Peter looked at me sheepishly as though he were innocent but I knew it
was a put on.

I changed my tune, "Maybe I..I...I..."

"Isn't that being a bit too self involved?"

Peter's face changed from one of inquisitive nature, fake as it was, to
one of confident cockiness mixed with an impure "I told you I'm the best"
look as though nothing was wrong, could go wrong, or be wrong. He looked
as he must have when he first blew the fairy dust on Wendy and made her
fly to the ceiling of her play room/bedroom. I wanted to ring his neck, I
wanted to hickey up his neck, I wanted to suck his...I found my voice, "I
will talk to the armies and the brothers and try to change their minds."

"Oaaaww, you ruin all my fun," Peter stamped, a leaf falling. Another
held on by pre cum. He alighted.

"You can go have adventure somewhere else,"   I insisted as he moved to
the window and I flew up to follow. "Peter, I mean it..."   I stopped him
and we floated at the window. "I mean it, love, I don't want you to kill
anyone..."

"Well, if I can help it. But there are so many armies out there and they
could try to..."  As he spoke his eagerness at fighting against so many,
against such odds, thrilled him. His eyes were wide with the joy of a new
challenge.

"Peter, I mean it. Let me try to solve it with peace and talk..."

Peter's face fell. "I'll try but if..."

"Look at it like this: a new way of solving adventures and stopping evil.
Talk."

Peter giggled a bit, "Why that...that's..."   He laughed some more.
"That's funny!"

"Then you will try?"

"There's no trying. It's either do or don't."   Peter said.

"Peter..."   He charmed me yet again, even in the middle of all this.
"You're so...insightful sometimes. You'll do it?"

"Even if it comes to the worst, I will not slay all those who oppose me.
Or any."

"Good!"  I smiled and flew ahead of him, "Last one to the armies is a
rotten egg."

"Rotten eggs!"  Peter said, shooting after me, "We can pelt them with
rotten eggs!"

Peter wanted to keep his promise. But the question now was not whether or
not he could but whether or not I would want him to.

TO BE CONTINUED....



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