Date: Tue, 7 Nov 2000 20:40:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Reid <saboteur_98155@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Compound- Chapter 7 (gay male/celebrity)

=DISCLAIMER=
This story is meant to imply nothing about the
sexuality of the real people involved. Anything
mentioned from this point on is purely fictional and
not meant in any way but the highest regard.

The lyrics used within are not meant to imply anything
about the individual preferences, practices, or
lifestyle choices of neither Moby nor Lenny Kravitz.
The lyrics are not used for any personal monetary
profit...

Thank you for the feedback... all two of you. But in
all seriousness, if you enjoy the story then I'm glad
regardless of if you contact me.

I'm always open to feedback, positive, negative, or
constructive so please feel free to let me know what
you think. I'm also needing ideas for general
characters, gay or straight, for my story. I need
things like name/age/general height and
weight/background/personality traits and the like.
This also goes for people who want to be included in
the story as an actual character so let me know!

The mentions of previous works of gay fan fiction are
meant in the utmost respect...

Comments, Suggestions, and Criticisms can be sent to
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Enjoy!


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||  The Compound- Chapter 7                         ||
||  By Reid                                         ||
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::INFORMATION IS CLASSIFIED::

Find location: Hanson, Zachary.

::INFORMATION IS CLASSIFIED::

Find location: HANSON,. ZACHARy@!@!!!!

::INFORMATION IS CLASSIFIED::

Find location: Cameron, Reid.

::INFORMATION IS CLASSIFIED::

Find method: weapon, construction.

::INFORMATION NOT ACCESSIBLE FOR CURRENT SECTOR::

Find method: physical, neutralization and sedation.

:: INFORMATION NOT ACCESSIBLE FOR CURRENT SECTOR::

Find method: melting, copper/steel.

::INFORMATION BEING RETREIVED PLEASE WAIT::

=10:25am. For the next fifteen minutes, the infirmary
will be disabled for cleansing. Please use extra
caution=

 My popular art class had blessed me with a two-week
unit on popular 90's cultural influential movies and
over the time, we would be watching the best mindless
blockbusters Hollywood had been serving up for the
past few years. Our first viewing would be Fight Club,
then followed by The Cell, and after that, Armageddon
and from there, we would just play it by ear but none
of that was penetrating my head. In that class, we had
sat through some of the most God-awfully boring old
films that had been made before the invention of
swearing and mindless violence and it had nearly
melted my brain. But thank the good lord, we would be
getting a break and I'd actually get to spend my
mornings not focusing my eyes on a huge screen with
overactors and stupid plots.

We settled in the coliseum style seating in the room
and the teacher, Ms. Johnson, shoved the tape into the
VCR. As she dimmed the lights and I adjusted the ring
on my finger and got a warm rush through my system, an
oddly familiar but quite distant melody played from
the speakers, "New boy in the neighborhood..."

Several of the other guys in the class laughed as
Charles In Charge played on the big screen and several
others, including me, groaned. When I left the
mainland, something in me said that there would be no
more crappy TV series with Scott Baio/Tony
Danza/Willie Aames/Gary Coleman or any combination of
the four. She stopped the tape before any more of the
horrid theme could be played and we were left with
nothing much to do while she went back to her office
to get the tape.

I used the few minutes of peace to just sit there and
think. Only the day before, I'd agreed to marry Zac
and while I wasn't exactly having second thoughts
about it, there was still that deep seated weirdness
in it. It really pissed me off that once again, when
happiness should have been the only sensation, my
parents had managed to use their influence on me to
taint something wonderful. They didn't have to be here
with me but their presence in my life in my early
years was plenty obvious. As I sat there, annoyed with
myself for letting my parents screw me over again,
another feeling rose up deep from my stomach and it
was pure hatred. Before I came in here, an article
said that millions of married couples were unable to
have children but had to wait four to six years for a
baby and yet... potheads like my parents could have six
children and treat them all like shit in almost
exactly the same time frame. When the bile began to
rise and my mind began to stew about the unfairness of
the whole compound system... I thought of Zac and it all
seemed to go away. In fact, a downright pleasant
feeling took over and my body relaxed and I smiled,
genuinely at peace.

"Mr. Cameron?" It was the retrieval agent. Bonds, I
think her name was.

"Yeah?" I asked, not paying attention.

"I need you to come with me right now."

"What's wrong?"

"Let's step outside." She said and I followed her out
into the hallway. Ms. Johnson was going in the door
and looked at me for a moment before I nodded and she
went ahead inside.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Your parents have died."

"That's too bad." I wasn't particularly moved in any
direction by the news. Surprisingly, I didn't want to
dance a jig of happiness either, really. All that I
felt was a detached feeling. But then I remembered
about my brothers. The last thing they needed at their
age was to be put in a foster home and the notion of
them having to do so frightened me a great deal.

"What's going to happen to my brothers?"

"I don't know. You'll have to ask your sector head
about it."

 "OK. Thanks." She walked away and I stood there for a
few seconds before walking down the hall towards
Keri's office.

As my feet took me there, something inside began to
feel very bad and it was a mix of guilt, sorrow, and
anger at my father for having to die right when I was
happy for once. The halls were pretty empty and
several times, my head felt light and I had to lean
against the wall until I regained my balance but as I
walked, I felt worse and worse. Countless times since
I had arrived there, all I did was curse my mother and
father and hate them for everything they had done but
now they were dead and I still felt bad about it. Part
of me felt bad because I never lived up to their
expectations and another part hated them for their
abuse and then another part hated them for sending all
this crap to me when I should have been walking around
with a stupid grin on my face.

Trudging up the stairs was no easy task and my heart
longed for Zac to be there but he was at his math
class and it was too far away for me to try and walk
in my current state. My head felt like it weighed a
ton and when I reached the door to Keri's office, I
didn't bother knocking. She was sitting at her desk
and when she saw me, she got up and helped me sit down
in one of the chairs across from her. My mind flashed
back to the first time I'd been there... my first day in
the compound... when all I could say was "OK" or "yeah"
and she had dealt with me so patiently. Just like they
had back then, my eyes didn't want to focus and I had
to hold my head up with my hand.

"You heard." Keri sighed.

"Uh huh." I muttered.

"How do you feel?"

"Conflicted."

"That's normal."

"What about my brothers?"

"They will be put in the custody of your aunt and
uncle," She said and I shivered with relief and a lot
of the turmoil went away, "How are you feeling about
it, Reid?"

"I'm sad and I'm sorry I'm sad because they don't
deserve my sorrow. How did they die?"

"He was in a car accident."

"OK, thanks." I said and heaved myself up out of the
chair and out the door without saying anything else. I
didn't feel like going back and watching the movie and
I didn't feel like swimming or going to the library.
It would be a few hours until lunch and nothing
sounded good so I began to walk back in the general
direction of the room, passing through the empty halls
and running my fingers over the wall. Soon enough, the
door appeared in front of me and I pressed my fingers
into the pad and it swung open. The familiar smell of
the room calmed me down quite a bit and something
inside me gave way and I collapsed onto the bed, my
legs feeling like wet bread. Rolling onto my right
side, I closed my eyes and seconds later...

My body slowly pulled itself out of the depths of
sleep as my eyes opened and I felt a very familiar hot
breath on the back of my neck and a very familiar arm
draped over me. It took me a few seconds to realize
that it had all been a dream. My parents, as far as I
knew at that point, had not died and everything was
all right. I kissed Zac's bare shoulder a few times
and lifted his wrist up and pressed the indiglo button
on his watch and the small blue light revealed the
time: 4:58am. My head fell back on the pillow and I
tried to enjoy the quiet. It was pretty much certain
that I wouldn't be falling back asleep since I'd
learned to stay awake once I woke up from my years of
living in fear.

My eyes began to get used to the darkness and the
shapes of the room began to clear up. I could see the
dressers, Zac's desk, my stereo, Zac's drawings on the
wall, the play doh figures on his desk, and when I
lifted my hand up... the ring. It had only been about
fourteen hours since I'd said yes and the idea still
sent a jolt of excitement through my body whenever it
came up in my mind. I reached down and adjusted the
ring and I smiled at the sight of my left hand peeking
out from under Zac's arm and I noticed the sensation
of his chest moving against my back. My right hand
moved from under my head and down to my waist where I
gently ran my index finger over the back of his hand...
the backs of his fingers... into the warm pouch of his
palm... I slipped my hand under and pressed my palm
against his and in his sleep, his hand flattened out
against mine. It felt so warm and soft.

He snuggled closer to me and nuzzled my neck in his
sleep as I enjoyed the wonder of feeling his hand. I
couldn't help but smile at the simplicity of feeling
such an emotional connection and devotion just from a
plastic spider ring and the feeling of his hand
against mine. I could feel the warm blood under his
skin as my fingers stroked his hand and from the soft
moans in his sleep, something told me he wasn't
feeling too bad about my actions. Under the covers at
the end of the bed, his feet cozied up to mine and it
felt like he was trying to mélange his body together
with mine and make us one person. Or he could have
been just holding onto the other warm body in the bed
with him.

For some shocking reason, my eyelids felt heavy again
and I let my face fall back onto the pillow and the
sensation of Zac's warm breath on my back was having a
remarkably tranquilizing effect on me. My
consciousness began to slip away and my senses got
lost in the warm bed and the warm sensation of Zac
against me. Soon, my whole body felt light as a
feather and I fell back asleep... but never letting go
of the warm feeling...

=Later...=

... Until something woke me up. Every other second or
so, I felt a warm, soft pressing against my lips and
when I squirmed and woke up completely, I realized it
was Zac kissing me. He was straddling my hips and the
warm sensation of his testicles resting on my stomach
which brought my morning hard on to full capacity and
Zac felt it under his ass. He smiled and began kissing
me deeper, licking into my mouth with his tongue and
the feeling was so erotic, I didn't even think about
what time it was. His hands roamed over my chest and
he began to hump me in slow, erotic grinds as my hand
crept up his back and into his hair and I ran my
fingers through it's silky capacity.

"Mmmm... what time is it?" I asked between kisses.

"It's about," Zac looked at his watch, "7:30 in the
morning."

"And you're awake." I said, casually reaching down and
squeezing his hard cock. He moaned and thrust his hips
against my hand.

"Mmmm... now is a great time... to get all sweaty..." Zac
said between kisses.

"Why's that?" I asked, getting lost in his lips.

"We're gonna... shower pretty soon... and I'm pretty
horny..."

"No shit." I said and placed my hand on his shoulder
and pushed him backwards. I sat up and wrapped my arms
around him and we began to kiss feverishly and I
reached down and gave his sleep-warmed asscheeks a
long, loving squeeze. One of the things I liked about
Zac was that after he first woke up, his body was
always warm and toasty. I never could resist a long
cuddling session in the morning while he would still
be sleepy and somewhat bewildered but always willing
at the sudden affection. But he wasn't sleepy or
bewildered when I felt his hands reach down and slowly
stroke my cock, sending a hot stream of precum onto
his fingers. A moan escaped me and suddenly, Zac
leaned in close to my ear.

"I wanna try something different." He whispered and I
nodded. Suddenly, his demeanor changed.

"Let's get this over with." He said in an arrogant
tone.

"Huh?"

"I'm not paying you to talk or cuddle. Hurry up and
get me off so I can get to the studio." He spat and
laid down on his back.

"Oh, little Mr. Rock Star is getting an attitude." I
said, playing along.

"Shut the fuck up. Suck me off, slave." He said,
looked so bored it gave him away.

"Your attitude is turning me off. If you want me to
keep servicing you, I'll need more than that." I
scoffed and his cock twitched with excitement.

"More than that?! Bitch, you're lucky that I let you
see me naked, let alone allow you to suck my gorgeous
cock. You'd better not be getting ungrateful." He
rolled onto his side and looked at me.

"Listen, teeny bopper. I'm not just a mouth to suck
you off. I have needs too."

"The mouth is moving... yet I don't give a fuck." He
said. If we weren't so turned on, we'd be laughing our
asses off.

"I'll give you a fuck, you long haired pansy."

"Oh no! You may be handsome but it takes a real man to
fuck my tight ass... and, well, I don't think you've got
what it takes."

"Oh is that right?" I crawled down on the bed and held
myself on all fours above him. He was pretending to
get intimidated by my newfound forcefulness. His lip
began to shake.

"Hey..." He said, trying to get back his confidence, "If
you think you can fuck my ass... then you have to show
me you're a man."

My lips sealed on his and my tongue probed his mouth
as he grabbed my ass and held our crotches together,
our balls slapping against each other and sending
jolts of pleasure and a little pain. I began to kiss
his neck and twist his left nipple between my fingers
and the spasms that ran through his body made me shake
as well. Lapping his neck and then onto his chest got
him even harder but he was determined to stay in
character and after I licked his nipple, he made an
elaborate waving gesture over his mouth.

"Yaw-awn." He said, "You're not impressing me, slave."

I didn't say anything as he rolled onto his side and
pretended to sleep, complete with theatrical fake
snores. I chewed my lip before grabbing his hip and
bringing my palm down on his asscheek in a loud slap.
He jerked and gasped, but I knew I couldn't have hurt
him because the slap was no where near as hard as it
could have been. He locked eyes with me and smiled.

"That's more like it, slut. I'm impress--" He was
interrupted by another slap on the ass. He moaned and
rolled over onto his stomach, pushing his bare ass in
the air, urging it back at me. WHACK! Another slap on
the ass and he shivered, moaning into the sheets.
WHACK! Another. His legs gave out and sent him
sprawling on the bed where he slipped before getting
his ass back in the air. WHACK! His hands gripped the
sheets and his whole body seemed to tense and shake.
After a few more slaps, my grip released and he fell
to the side and rubbed his tingling asscheeks... but he
still wasn't satisfied.

"That was better." Zac gasped, "But still not as good
as Jay Leno did it."

We both shuddered and laughed.

"Well... maybe that ass needs some deep drilling..." I
drawled, pulling his cheeks apart.

"I'm such a stud, you'll probably hit oil..."

"We'll see..." I said as I positioned myself for the
entry...

=Morning...=

After about the fourth wet smack of hair in my eye,
moving down the bed seemed like a good idea as Zac and
I dried off after our morning shower. When we finished
our little role-playing, Zac had assured me that it
was only a naughty little tryst that meant nothing
except to add some variety to our love life. He also
assured me that my slaps on his ass weren't too hard
and he wouldn't be reporting me to the security staff.
Then he insisted I rub his sore ass until the stinging
went away, which I did and he seemed to enjoy it quite
a bit. After limping out to the ASM for water, Zac
climbed back in bed and we fell asleep for another
hour and, just like every morning, my face found
itself in his steamy armpit.

Since we'd woken up, my mind was preoccupied with the
dream I'd had. My lack of emotion, even in a dream,
had managed to somewhat disturb me because something
inside said I should have been more decimated. But at
the same time, it was hard to feel loyalty and sorrow
for two people who had treated me like a dog... but then
again, if I was a dog, the ASPCA would have saved me
sooner than child welfare did. Or at least tried to
when I was being shipped away.

He said something under the towel, which I couldn't
quite understand. I pulled the towel off his shaggy
hair, "What was that?"

"I asked..." He moved the hair back out of his eyes and
pulled it into a ponytail, "Do you think it's better
early in the morning?"

"I don't know. You do have the unwashed funk thing
going and that's always a pleasure."

"Seriously. Does it feel weird to you when we do it
and we're still both kinda asleep?"

"It feels different. Does it feel weird to you?"

"Well... yeah, kinda," He said and I turned around just
in time to get a beautiful look at his bare ass as he
put his shorts on, "But it's not a bad thing. It's
like I think less about it and feel it more. Like I
used to always want to listen to music when I just
woke up because I didn't think about singing it or who
was performing it... all I heard was the music. And when
we do it early in the morning... all I feel is you
making love to me."

I smiled and pulled my shirt on, "You're quite mature
for your age, Mr. Hanson."

"Ugh. Next thing I know you're gonna be calling me
cute." He shuddered elaborately.

"Well... you are."

Zac make a dramatic gagging motion and pretended to
puke all over the bed, groaning and holding his
stomach and I watched him, used to such outbursts.
After laying motionless for a few seconds, Zac looked
up and me and shook his head and went back to drying
his hair and humming the theme from "The Matrix". When
I turned back to putting my socks on, my mind went
back to my dream and something odd happened... my soul
wouldn't let me start feeling bad. I lifted my head up
and had a revelation of sorts.

Stop trying to ruin this, I said to myself. You don't
have to worry about your parents screwing this up and
scaring him off. He's obviously committed to you and
for Christ's sakes... he's your fiancé now. A
self-satisfactory smile was in order and Zac noticed,
smiling back and hugging me from behind and nuzzling
my neck. His warm, wet hair brushed my cheek and I
could feel the damp undersides of his biceps against
my elbow as he licked my earlobe sensuously. My left
hand found his wet, dripping ponytail and squeezed it
like a sponge, wetting my hand with water the smelled
like pineapple and Zac's natural scent and I flicked
it off on the ruffled, intermittently damp bedspread.
After a few more licks, Zac stopped and just hugged me
and we enjoyed the warmth of being together.

I leaned my head back against his shoulder and closed
my eyes and all I could hear was his soft breathing
and then the feeling of his hand sliding down and
covering mine... the hand with the ring. He squeezed my
hand and kissed me gingerly on the cheek and then he
pouted and sobbed.

"What's wrong?"

"Reid..."

"What?"

"They put a tube in my butt." He whimpered
tormentedly.

"Did it hurt?" I asked sympathetically.

"Yeah... it was like a long, thin turd that I couldn't
crap out."

"Do you have anything against tubes in your butt?"

"Well... no. Not if they're the right ones." He said and
he reached around and gave my crotch a firm squeeze.

My body so desperately wanted to respond but my
responsible side reared it's ugly hand and forced me
to move his grip away. He made a disappointed face and
gave my neck a quick lick with his tongue before
sprawling across the bed on his stomach to dig out his
shoes from under the nightstand. I reached over and
rubbed the back of his leg and we both laughed and he
humped the bed jokingly a few times, earning a slap on
the ass. He got his revenge by pushing his foot in my
face and giving me a nice lungful of the scent and I
thanked God for taking care of my nervous system and
giving him the urge to do it after taking a shower. He
giggled at his rapier wit and the giggles turned to
husky cries of laughter and begs for mercy when I
grabbed his foot and tickled the sensitive skin of his
sole. He squirmed on the bed and laughed as I tickled
him.

"Reid... oh man... stop... stop... I'm gonna pee..." He gasped
and I released him. He pulled up into a sitting
position next to me and when we made eye contact, he
began laughing again and rolled onto his side and held
his waist. His bare skin looked so inviting and my
fingers did the walking as they fondled the warm skin
and I traced a line from his shoulder down to the
small of his back. Eventually, his laughs clamed down
to sighs and then he laid there, still basking in his
mysterious onset of giddiness and the look of pure
happiness on his face could have made me melt.

"Time for the gym." I said, poking his waist.

"Shut up!" He said, trying to brush my hand away.

"You're getting kinda thick around the love handles
there, sexy." I said and kept poking his waist.

"I am not! I'm... voluptuous." He curled into a ball.

"Voluptuous your ass. I think you need to go on..."

"Shut up, Reid."

"A diet." I whispered in a sadistically smooth tone in
his ear.

He groaned in agony and rolled onto his stomach,
burying his face in the mattress and I laughed and
tickled him. After tickling got a little old, I laid
there next to him and just rubbed his back and
massaged him and he didn't move... he just laid there
and let me rub his back. After a few minutes, we sat
there in silence but it wasn't awkward. It was so
comfortable to just be around him and not have to put
on some faux-social act that was supposed to maintain
a bogus image, which was incredibly refreshing and
liberating. I leaned up on my elbow and walked my
fingers up and down his back, making him giggle when
they went across his waist.

"Scratch my back while you're down there." He said and
rolled onto his stomach.

He wasn't hard to oblige. He flexed his back muscles
under my hand as I rubbed it up and down his back,
scratching with all the care in the world because it
would be a crime against humanity to damage such silky
skin. His hair smelled so sweet and from the pace of
his breathing, he was close to dozing off and I
couldn't help but smile. I stroked his waist and
slipped my first two fingers under the waistband of
his shorts and poked him playfully.

"Watch out, Jennifer Lopez."

"Hey! At least mine is real."

"Real big."

"Hey," He said, rolling onto his side, "She got hers
from liposuction. I got mine from years of working out
and sitting behind the drums."

"Yeah... I'm sure all those Twinkies and Dr. Peppers
didn't contribute."

"Hey! It's not like you complain about it." He said
and sat up, stretching his arms above his head and
yawning.

"Go to school."

He got up off the bed and pulled a T-shirt on before
leaning down and giving me a long kiss. He pulled off
and playfully punched me in the shoulder before
grabbing his science and math textbooks and heading
out the door to his first class. I sat there on the
bed and chuckled to myself, wondering where the hell
such happiness had come from. Zac just had an uncanny
ability to make me want to face the day and yet again,
the irony of our situation whacked me upside the head
as I was finally ready to get out there and make
things happen, but it took getting locked up in here
to do so. It was something that you just couldn't help
but laugh at. And I did laugh as I pulled on my shoes
on socks and ran my fingers through my hair. Irony...
that's the word for it.

=Brandon...=

The pencil didn't really hurt per se as he dug it into
the soft skin of his underarm. Even as he felt the
pressure, then the entry, then the hot gush... it didn't
hurt him. If fact, he likened it to sex. The pressure
of entering someone, the sensation of entering, and
finally, the feeling of the hot liquid flowing past
and releasing itself from the human body. He even
smiled a bit and he congratulated himself on not being
deterred by the machinations of some demented
Amazonian ballbreaker who couldn't handle "her boys"
trying to handle their own problems. How could she
understand? She never had to deal with being held down
by the hair and forced to perform sexual favors. She
had never been ostracized or discriminated against for
something she just couldn't control. There was no way
she could know... there was no way any of their handlers
could ever identify.

But it all wasn't going to matter much longer. Brandon
smiled and pulled the pencil out and turned back to
the movie screen as the class watched Fight Club. From
where he sat... the last row of banked seats... he could
see Reid. Hell, if he wanted, he could throw the
pencil so hard it would imbed itself in the skank's
spine and take away his control of his bodily
functions! But he didn't. If he did it that blatantly,
he'd never get to mount Zac. And that just wouldn't
work. It would be positively wrong of him to take away
such a wonderful experience and deny himself of the
honor and dignity of claiming his ultimate prize.

A prize which no one could take away from him. Sure,
the Amazon had tried to intimidate him but little did
she or the faceless warden know... his plan had already
been set in motion and there was nothing either of
them could do about it. They could complain that the
tapes she had showed "motive" but in black and white,
it would show that Reid had believed Zac had cheated
and broken up with him and on the tapes... Brandon would
look like the sympathetic friend who had only tried to
help. It didn't matter if anyone thought they knew
differently. The only thing that mattered would be the
moment when he entered Zac and felt the hot tightness
close in around him and their joining would be
complete.

He had to bite his fist to keep from laughing out loud
and calling attention to himself. He had gotten oh so
good at blending in and looking like the stereotypical
boisterous teenager... and part of him had adopted that
persona to appeal to Zac. In the world, you had to
adapt to your surroundings and Brandon felt perfectly
at ease doing so... even if it meant compromising his
beliefs to ensure being rewarded in the highest
caliber. All he had to do was sit back and play their
game. Then at the most opportune moment, he would let
loose and smite them all on the way to the other side.

But still... part of him felt guilty. A very small, very
annoying voice in the back of his soul pleaded with
him to stop using all the young boys who only wanted
love and attention from him. The voice begged shrilly
for him to get help and treat others with respect and
a bunch of other bitchy little truisms that he didn't
have the time nor the patience to listen to. He found
out that the voice usually went away when he would
think of the little boys with tears in their eyes as
he told them to get lost... and then he'd laugh... and
laugh... and laugh... and laugh...

=Arrival...=

"Hi Devon, my name is Keri. I'm your sector head."

"Damn... do they pay you by the foot or something?"

"I wish. If you'll follow me, I'll show you to your
room."

"So tell me something... are there any cute boys in this
'sector'? I read the pamphlet but it didn't mention
that."

"That's all a matter of taste."

"That's what I hope to find out, Ursula."

"Keri."

"Yeah... her too. I heard Zac Hanson is in this sector."

"Yes, sir."

"Damn!"

"Don't get any ideas. He's happily committed to
someone."

"That's cool. I've never really had much of a thing
for him. Taylor, on the other hand... he's built to take
all my money."

"As far as I know, he's straight."

"Yeah... but you saw the Grammies, right? I have some
hope."

"Until he walks through the doors into the admitting
office... he's straight."

"Is that their room?"

"Yes, it is."

"Cute sign. I hope they look better in person that
they do in that cartoon on the door."

"They do. They're a very cute couple."

"Brrr..."

"Are you OK, Devon?"

"Yeah, I just got a bad feeling from that room. Is
'B.Voight' a witchdoctor or some shit?"

"No... he's... all right. Don't worry about it. Come this
way."

"Did I hit a nerve?"

"No. It's all right. This is your room."

"Cool."

"Press you fingers into the pad, please."

"All right.... OW! What the fuck? It bit me!"

"It just took a small blood sample. That way we have
your medical records, DNA, and physical statistics on
file. In a few days, we'll implant the microchip that
will help us track you all over."

"Logan's Run... freaky."

"There's nothing put into your body. It's just a
microchip under your big toe. No bigger than a grain
of rice. With it, we will be able to track you and
find you within seconds. If you ever get kidnapped or
injured, you'll be very glad you have it."

"Hey... whatever you say, Chief. Do I get the room to
myself?"

"For now, you do. Pretty much everyone rooms alone
when they first get here. If you find someone and want
to live together, we accommodate it. You'll only get a
roommate in a special situation."

"Cool... where do I start?"

"Change into the uniform and come down to my office.
It's right down the hall. You OK?"

"Yeah. I can finally be myself, right?"

=12:30pm. Classes are expected to resume.=

Swimming was something I always loved and every other
day when I'd come down to the pool in sector DP, it
was always so relaxing. Our lockers were fairly secure
and I was able to take off my ring and leave it in the
pocket of my shorts but sometimes there was still the
worry that someone would steal it. But no one ever
did. It let me swim in peace and the pool was one of
the nicest places in the compound because it was
beneath a large skylight but was actually out in the
open air and if you went up on the high dive, you got
a beautiful view of the ocean. When I swam there, it
made me wonder who was actually worse off. The people
living in a stifling totalitarian society or all of us
here who felt safe and unthreatened and got such a
beautiful view?

The pool water was sun warmed when I got there and it
was like a wonderful warm spring that coated my entire
body. It was there, as I swam around, that the
realization swept over me that I was happier than I'd
ever been before. It felt really good to not feel like
my life sucked anymore. Surprising myself, I indulged
in one of my childhood acts when I swam down and
touched the bottom of the pool and swam back up... and
then I did it again just for the hell of it. That made
me realize all the ways Zac had been influencing me...
he had taught me to enjoy my life. To enjoy all the
fun little things that happened and if not enough were
happening, to go out and make them happen.

"Reid!" I heard a voice calling from the edge of the
pool. My head surfaced and I saw Dr. Howard standing
there.

"Hey!" I said and swam over and hoisted myself out and
sat on the side of the pool.

"So how are things?" She asked and sat down on one of
the poolside benches.

"They are wonderful." I said as I wiped the excess
water off my face with my hand.

"You probably can guess why I'm here."

"Yeah... I think I have a good indication."

"Don't be mad at him, Reid. He is 15, after all."

"I know. I'm willing to sacrifice his desire to have
you talk to me for him if it means all the other
things he gives me," I grabbed my towel and began
drying off, "What is he worried about?"

"Zac is worried that you're worried. He's worried that
you don't think he's serious."

"About getting married?"

"Yeah. He's concerned that you don't think he's
dedicated to the idea."

"I said yes, didn't I?"

"You said yes but that could have been just to get him
off your back. He said that he meant it when he said
you didn't have to do it you didn't want to."

"Look... at first, I was worried that he didn't taken it
seriously. But he said some things to me that made me
believe him. And I do believe him. And I do want to do
it. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't want to. You
know me, do I say anything I don't mean?"

"When you're serious or when you want someone to leave
you alone?" She asked and even though I was a little
offended, I couldn't help but admire her wisdom.

"Hey! Zac isn't someone I'd ever try to get to leave
me alone. I said yes because I want to do it and I
want him to be happy. Besides, Keri is falling all
over herself planning it."

"I'd believe you, Reid. But something doesn't add up
to me."

"What's that?" I asked, having no clue what she meant.

"If you want to marry Zac and you want to be with
him..."

"Yeahhhh..."

"Why can't you say it?"

"Say what?" I was completely lost.

"You can't say 'getting married.'"

"Well, forgive me! All the bricks, and bats, and
curtain rods, and beer bottles, and hammers flying at
my head have given me a somewhat skewed view of life.
My parents instilled in me the notion that gay men and
women don't 'get married', they choose 'life
partners.' I may have some trouble saying it... but I
feel it. It's what I want to do."

"Reid, make that clear to Zac. Make it clear to him
that you want to marry him."

"How?!"

"That's not my department," She laughed, "You'll have
to figure that out for yourself."

She got up and ruffled my wet hair before leaving the
pool area. I finished drying off and sat there with my
chin in my hands and thought about all that she'd said
to me. I honestly had no clue how to make it any
clearer to Zac that I wanted to marry him than saying
that I wanted to do it. He was the best thing that had
ever happened to me and for the whole time we'd been
together, I had assumed that he'd been able to tell
but right then and there, I realized that maybe I
needed to do more. He needed something more than words
to show him how deep my feelings ran and it made sense
to me and I kicked myself for not realizing it sooner.

He's a musician. An artist. He needed more than me
sitting there saying it to make him believe it fully
and totally in his heart. A whole myriad of options
ran through my head but none of it seemed good enough.
All of the ideas just seemed too dinky or cheap to
really be worthy of Zac and all my crappy ideas just
didn't seem good enough. Filling our bed with roses
didn't seem appropriate and getting him chocolates or
fancy candies would just be counterproductive... what
was I going to do? Who did I have to consult to get an
idea worth being presented to him? Who would know that
kind of information?

Maybe I'd have to make a long distance call...

=Memories...=

"All right.... Next will be Zac. Are you ready?"

"Yuppie yup!"

"Go ahead, then."

"OK. 'My Happiest Outside Day' by Zachary W. Hanson."

"Lame!"

"Shut up, Kyle. Ahem... 'My Happiest Outside Day. When I
was 13, we were in L.A. getting ready to do The
Tonight Show with Jay Leno. They had made our
backstage dressing room really nice and there were ten
bottles of Mug root beer and a couple packages of Oreo
cookies and Twinkies. We got there and the first thing
we did was squirt a bunch of our fans that were
mobbing the tourbus with Super Soakers. Then we ran
inside the studio and saw Jay Leno and he was really
nice and sat with us in the dressing room and made
sure we weren't too nervous. Then we had root beer and
Oreos before doing the whole rehearsal and then we
went into the wardrobe and they made me wear a sweater
vest and I'll never forgive them for it. After the
rehearsal we went to a radio interview and then we
came back to the studio and did the show. After we did
the show, we went back to the tour bus and back to the
hotel and that was when Taylor hit Ike with a pillow
and Ike did it back and we had a big long pillow
fight. It was lots of fun and it was a really rare
time that I didn't feel stressed or like I didn't have
to be someone who I wasn't. It was the time I loved my
brothers the most. The End."

=J Sector...=

Why did they have to talk? Wasn't it enough that these
whackos had raped little boys and committed disgusting
crimes against nature? Couldn't they just sit there
and stew in their own juices? It would be a nice
change of pace if they could just sit back and know
that they ruined lives and stole innocence forever...
But nope... they had to talk. They had to refuse their
right to remain silent and babble senselessly about
the third wizard of the fifth circle in the red demon
zone in the depths of hell. They just had to spread
their wonderful philosophy of life around like those
insane air passengers who took a dump on the food cart
and smeared into the airline food. They just had to
keep talking.

The warden didn't care about her views, of course. She
was just Agt. J. Bonds, hired by the U.S. Government
to live in the Virgin Islands and make sure that the
gay guys didn't get out of line... but these trips down
into the bowels of the place were what bothered her.
When she got the call that morning that one of the
trolls had been hiding something and she was needed to
go down and investigate, it was just a lovely
proposition. She was thankful that they weren't
interested in her but then she was instantly contrite
because all the little innocent children that had been
soiled forever were a result of them not being
interested in her. She sighed and stopped in front of
the glass wall.

"What are you hiding, Jared?"

He didn't say anything.

"Jared... do we need to do a full cavity search on you?"

"I don't HAVE anything.... leave me ALONE!"

"Jared. I don't believe you."

"I don't HAVE anyTHING!"

"I don't like getting called down here because of your
little obsession. We moved you here from X sector
because we thought you could behave yourself. Now, I
hear you're on the infotracker trying to find out some
interesting information. What do you say about that?"

"I say you are WRONG! Leave me ALONE! He needs to be
safe!"

"He is safe, Jared." She said, getting impatient at
both the resident and having pulled sector J/X duty
for the month.

"I need to KNOW for MYSELF!"

"No, you don't Jared. He has a boyfriend and he
doesn't need a fruitcake like you trying to track him
over the system. Now I need to know what you wrote
down off the computer or I'll strap you in and search
you."

"NOTHING! Go away!"

"No, Jared. If you don't tell me what you're hiding,
you're gonna get the glove," She barked and kicked the
glass, "Do you want that?!"

"No..."

"He's 15, Jared! You're not going to get him. If I
have to chop your balls off myself, I will. Stop it!"

"Can't do it..."

"Son of a bitch..." The last bit of her patience had
been used up. Agt. Bonds got out the card and ran it
through the lock, opening the door and storming
inside. She grabbed the white clad figure from the bed
and slammed him against the wall, using her Muay Thai
training to subdue him. He looked at her with fear and
bewilderment as she held him against the wall with
fury in her eyes.

"Stop..." He whined meekly.

"Listen to me... you listen to me, retard. You do this
again and I will make sure that you never get another
erection for the rest of your wasted life."

"Why do you do this to me?" He said, his chin
quivering.

"You raped and murdered 30 boys, Jared! You're lucky I
don't kill you right now... are you going to stop?!"

"Can't stop..."

"Damn it! Do you want more shock treatment, Jared?!
Is that what you need?! Do we need to turn you into
even more of a vegetable?! I'll do it. I swear to God
I will if it means making sure you don't get your
hands on Zac. Now are you going to stop?!"

"Yes..."

"Good," She spat and wiped the sweat from her brow as
he stepped out of the cell and locked it behind her.
"Remember Jared. If you don't stop, you will be
stopped."

When Agt. Bonds walked away... no one heard him...

"Never stop... never stop... never stop....."

=Room 33A...=

All I want to do is see you happy.
You make every day wonderful for me.
You're the most amazing person I know.
I love you so much and--

Zac groaned in frustration and crumpled up the piece
of notebook paper and threw it into the wastebasket.
He had ducked out of his science class to sneak back
to the room to try and write Reid a letter but it just
wasn't working. When he wrote down the first line, he
thought he'd found the perfect balance between reality
and mushiness but it just fell apart. He drummed the
top of the desk as he tried to think of something
better. Why couldn't he come up with something?! He
wrote songs for a living... why couldn't he just put
down his feelings in a very honest, open way?! All the
feelings were inside him but he didn't know if it was
his age or his childhood or whatever... the words
wouldn't translate themselves to paper.

OK, Zac thought to himself. You want him to know how
you feel... you want him to know how important he is to
you... you want him to feel the same way about you. It's
not that hard... come on. Just let the words flow from
your brain to the pen...

But for some damn reason, it wouldn't work. Zac leaned
back in the chair and rubbed his eyes, wondering what
the big, stupid mental block was. After the wonder, he
began to worry that if he didn't come up with
something very good very quickly, Reid would leave him
and the mere notion of that happening gave Zac a hot,
sour feeling of fear in his stomach. He drummed the
pencil on the desk as he brainstormed, trying to
remember all the songs and all the poems and all the
life experiences that he'd amassed in his fifteen
years of life. He knew that whatever he wrote couldn't
be the least bit insincere because that would fuck up
the whole thing.

This is NOT that hard! Zac banged his head on the desk
softly before turning his head to the side and
sighing, feeling the cold polished wood of the desk
beneath his cheek. If you can't write this, if you
can't make him believe your feelings are real... do you
deserve him? Zac sat up and slapped the underside of
the desk with his leg and drummed on the desktop
again, searching his mind over and over. For fifteen
years, you've never had any trouble saying anything...
you've never had any problem just speaking up and
saying what's on your mind... why is it so hard now?
Let's try again. He pulled out a fresh sheet of paper
and picked up the blue pencil.

Reid,
You helped me more than anyone has before.
You made me feel good about who I am.
You love me and hold me all night long.

But it dried up again. Zac let the pencil fall from
his hand and he sighed deeply and tried to fight off
the frustration and turn it into inspiration. His head
fell back and he looked at the ceiling absent-mindedly
and his left hand slid off the desk and onto his
thigh, making a soft slapping sound in the silence of
the room. You know... if you're bored you could always...

Zac smiled and shifted in the chair, enjoying the
tingle he felt in his ass from it's workout session
earlier that morning. Even though he didn't want to
make Reid feel uncomfortable, he really did like it
better when they fucked early in the morning. Those
mornings when Reid would always snuggle up to him and
kiss him and then when Reid would slide his hands down
into the warm, darkness under the covers... but not to
say that mid-morning, late morning, early afternoon,
mid-afternoon, late afternoon, early evening, night,
and mid-night tool sessions weren't mind blowing as
well. The time of day was actually pretty secondary
just so long as Reid would take him to the moon and
back... filling Zac's willing holes with his giant
lovebone...

A warm shiver ran through Zac's body and he smiled as
his left hand rubbed the growing tent in his shorts.
He giggled softly and licked his lips as he toyed with
the decision of indulging in the best stress reliever
he could think of. Zac got up and moved over the bed,
reaching up under his shirt and rubbing his smooth
chest and stomach as he kicked off his shoes and
socks. The front of his shorts was tented impressively
and he resisted the urge to reach down and squeeze it
before it was time. He laid back on the bed and pulled
off the T-shirt and let the warm air of the room glide
over his body as he pulled off his shorts and spread
out naked on the bed.

Hmmm... where to start? Zac thought as he pulled the
rubber band out of his hair and shot it across the
room before giving his hand and fingers a long,
sensuous lick. He slowly rubbed the warm saliva over
his nipples, making them hard and sensitive as he
tugged and pinched them, sending swells of sexual
desire down his body. His hand crept down slowly,
rubbing the muscles of his stomach and onto the hot,
stretched skin of his shaft and up over the throbbing
cockhead, collecting the precum and rubbing it back
down the shaft. Zac closed his eyes and held his
breath as the jolts of pleasure coursed through his
body and out the head of his dick. He leg jerked and
he moaned eagerly as the pleasure of his own nurturing
began to take control and he felt the two low hangers
between his legs begin to command the situation.

 His hips thrust and he pressed his dick against his
stomach with the palm of his hand, slowly massaging
the often-neglected underside of his penis and
squeezing out a few more streams of precum. His heels
tried to dig in against the sheets and the mattress
but only ended it in sending his body up and down
against the mattress and forcing his hand harder
against his cock. Zac began to whisper softly to
himself, pretending Reid was there and licking his
balls, tasting them and sucking them tenderly as Zac
began to speed up his strokes. Sweat began to trickle
down his forehead and he licked a few drops off his
upper lip, turned on by the salty taste mixed in with
the precum he got from the frequent licks of his
fingers.

Stroking with his left hand, Zac reached up and began
to suck the fingers of his right hand, coating them
with spit and kissing them, pretending they were
Reid's hard cock getting ready to enter him. Zac
rolled onto his side and bent his leg slightly,
exposing his tight hole just enough that his wet, warm
fingers could poke inside and tickle the hole... teasing
it before indulging it just a little by poking his
index finger in to the first knuckle, making his
pucker grab and plead for more. Zac smiled and shook
his head, denying the pleasure and rolling onto his
back and jerking differently, only holding the base of
his cock and jerking upwards, pulling back from the
edge but still keeping the insane feeling of pleasure.

"Mmmm... you like that?" He hissed to himself, "You
wanna cum?... Huh?... You can't yet... Because I said so..."

He smiled and writhed on the bed, moaning softly
between jerks and savoring the pre-orgasmic tension
and intensity that was always oh so amazing. He
stopped stroking but kept his hand on his cock and let
his right hand roam over his sweaty chest and stomach,
flicking his nipples and trying to recreate the
mind-boggling pleasure that Reid always managed to
bring out... but not quite getting there. Zac was happy
that he couldn't do it the same way because it meant
that Reid would calmly lay him down after he tried for
so long and then... smiling... Reid would curl his finger
and snap it across the tender skin and make Zac jerk
and cry out with pleasure... oh God, Reid was so sexy...
so amazing... oh yes...

=The hallway...=

After trying for about half an hour, no one was home
at the Hanson home and when I walked up to the door, I
noticed a small crowd at the end of the hall. I walked
up to a guy standing among the others, "What's going
on?"

"Devon Snow is here!" He sounded so excited, "But he's
not coming out until 'the time is right.'"

"You mean the daredevil kid?! What's he doing here?" I
said and I couldn't believe that he had turned out to
be gay.

"He came out on national TV. He's in there!"

"Wait... I thought he was banging Britney Spears?"

"Well, apparently not."

Shrugging, I turned back towards the room and just
before my fingers hit the pad, something caught my
nose. I stopped and smelled the air but whatever it
was had dispersed and it wasn't there anymore. I
looked back over my shoulder and chuckled to myself at
the crowd before opening the door and walking in. At
that point, I was pretty clueless and even as my eyes
laid on the sight in front of me, it was just like
seeing a wonderfully erotic painting in a museum and
trying not to let your classmates see the boner that
was rising. When I saw Zac splattered out on the bed
like he'd fallen from a skyscraper... my first thought
was 'well, he's naked'.

The sound of the door shutting didn't even register to
me.

"Hi there." Zac gasped, blowing me a sweaty kiss from
the bed.

"Hey." I said softly, walking over and stroking his
ankle. He squirmed and his cock throbbed.

"Didn't you get enough this morning?" I asked as I
took off my shirt then sitting down and rubbing my
hand up his leg.

"How could I ever get enough of you?" He said, wiping
the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Well... what do you want me to do?" I casually reached
up and jiggled his slippery balls in the fingertips of
my left hand.

His body jerked and he gasped before grabbing my hand
and locking eyes with me. No words were needed as he
raised his hips up and placed my hand on the hot damp
blanket under him and slowly lowered his ass onto my
hand. Now, I may have been thickheaded but I wasn't
stupid and even I was able to realize what he wanted
from me. His ass felt so hot and tight under my hand
and despite the weight of his lower body on my hand, I
was able to move it up and down and drag my palm
slowly over the crack of his ass. He moaned and
squirmed on my hand and he started at me intently as I
lifted his left leg up and draped it over my shoulder,
spreading his ass open over my hand and letting my
fingers creep up against his hot hole. With one hand,
I pushed off my shorts and kicked off my shoes and
socks, leaving me naked and the heat of Zac's thigh
against my cheek, his ass against my stomach chest and
his calf over my shoulder had begun to make me sweat
too.

He rolled over a bit and I knelt on the mattress and
slid him down on the bed, allowing him to wrap his
right leg around my waist as my cock began to press
against his whole. Momentarily, I looked up at the
ceiling for the jelly packet but Zac shook his head
and with his moist hand, directed my gaze back at him
as my hands placed themselves firmly on his hips. His
legs were like hot boa constrictors and as they
squeezed me in anticipation, my mind was reeling and
when my cockhead first came into contact with his
hole, it was like a firm, pulsating jolt of
electricity had ran through his body into mine and I
was instantly overcome with lust. His eyes locked on
mine and he licked his upper lip bawdily and my hands
squeezed into the soft skin of his waist and I pulled
him onto me, his asshole sucking me in and wrapping it
inside it's hot confines.

"Oh God..." He groaned and arched his back.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his leg
and kissed the skin, licking it and tasting the sweaty
desire that was seeping out of his pores. My hips
moved back and forth as my cock throbbed against the
hot friction of his unlubricated ass and his deep
groans of pleasure were shaking his body so completely
that I could feel them in the deep recesses of his
insides. My arms tightened around his legs and my
system was tensing against the eventual meltdown as my
hips rocked back and forth and my ears picked up the
thick sound of Zac's hand stroking as he squeezed my
cock with his ass muscles. I could feel the artery in
his thigh against the underside of my forearm and from
the speed of it and the speed of his heartbeat, I knew
this wouldn't be a long, soulful love making session.

"Ooooh... yes.... right there..." Zac moaned and began to
thrust his ass faster. Something told me I found his G
spot.

Placing my hand behind his knee, I rolled him over
onto his right side and began to thrust into him as
deeply as I could. His leg pressed against my neck and
a long moan came out of his lips as I pushed myself in
and out roughly, penetrating him deeper than I had
ever gone before. His right leg slid down between my
legs and I raised myself up and pushed him back,
sending my cock in as far as it could go and mashing
my cockhead right up against his prostate gland and
sending a hard jerk through his body. He let out a cry
of pleasure and his ass closed around my cock so hard
it hurt and the massive internal churns of his muscles
felt incredible around my cock. His left hand was
whipping up and down his cock as his hot load spewed
forth in a white mess and painted the blankets as it
flew up onto his chest and some even hit his chin
which made me grimace slightly even in the heat of
passion.

My hips staggered forward as my cock unloaded into him
and my thrusts degenerated into nothing more than
frenzied lustful bucks and my cum flooded his ass. My
whole being shuddered and my body tensed and relaxed
as my cock swam in the hot pocket of cum inside Zac.
His leg slid off my shoulder and he laid there, his
chest heaving and his hands gripped the sheets as the
orgasmic jolts of pleasure left his body and soon, we
were left lying together. My cock was still erect and
held tight inside him and as my mind gradually came
around, a small sensation of panic began to rise. What
if I couldn't get out?! How would we get to the
infirmary?!

My stomach tensed and I tried to pull out, but it was
just too tight. Zac was still taking deep breaths and
recovering as I placed my hands against his asscheeks
and tried to push him off me. He hummed in protest
with each push but they were to no avail and his ass
kept it's iron grip on me. My heart began to race and
I reached down and tried to finesse it out with my
fingers and only ended up making his hole constrict
even tighter on me. Zac had come back down to earth
and was leaning up on his elbow watching.

"Zac... we have a problem..." I said, my voice starting to
shake.

"Yup... it's a crisis all right." He smirked.

"Zac... I'm serious." I said through clenched teeth.

"Chill out," He sighed, "Just let your dick relax."

"How am I supposed to let it relax?!"

"Reid... take it down a thousand. Just take a few deep
breaths and calm down." He reached down and stroked my
hair.

"That isn't helping, Zac. God, I feel like Winnie the
Pooh in the honey tree."

Zac laughed and for some reason, his finding humor in
the situation annoyed me even more.

"Zac... my dick is stuck inside you. It's slightly more
serious..." I grunted and tried to pull it out, "For me,
than it is for you."

"Reid! Chill out... maybe I push down..." He tensed his
muscles against my dick and bore down, the sensation
making me shudder as it felt like he was taking a dump
with my precious tool in the way.

"Did you take a crap yet today?" I asked, grabbing his
hip and pushing up.

"You're gonna find out."

"That is... NOT funny." I said and I felt a shiver of
relief as my cock finally began to work it's way out.

He continued to bear down and eventually, after some
twisting and tugging, my cock popped out of his ass
and at last, Reid Jr. was free. I let out a sigh of
relief and tended to my slightly irritated but
thankfully clean member as I walked into the bathroom
and ran the cold faucet over it. A long, heaving
breath made it's way out of me as the cold, icy relief
washed over my dick and I rested my head against the
mirror and felt my forehead slide against the sweat. A
few minutes later, I got up the strength to walk and I
strolled back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed
next to Zac, who was lying on his back looking at the
ceiling. I reached over and turned out the light and
laid down next to him, pulling the sheet over the both
of us in the dark.

"We're getting married." I said, matter of factly.

"Yeah... yeah we are." Zac said and rolled over against
me, draping his arm across my chest and kissing me on
the cheek.

"I'm glad."

"Me too..." He paused, "Mr. Hanson."

"Shut up."

We laughed.

=To Be Continued...=