Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2004 19:48:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Equinus Scorpius <equinusscorpius@yahoo.com>
Subject: Silent Violin Chapter 16

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THE SILENT VIOLIN

CHAPTER 16

	Marjorie, recovered from her migraine, had woken up early to fix
the boys breakfast.  French toast, sausage links, vegetarian sausage
patties, hash browns, and orange juice was Saturday morning breakfast.  She
was sliding a warming plate heaped with French toast when Aiden and Bastian
came into the kitchen.  "Morning boys," she said, not turning from the
oven.
	"Good morning, Ms. Blackmoore."  Aiden sounded like kids in a grade
school classroom greeting their teacher.  Marjorie turned to give him an
arch look and he grinned.  Beside and slightly behind him, Bastian's hands
flickered in greeting.
	<You feeling better mom?  Food looks great.>
	"Food looks delicious, mom," Aiden echoed.
	"Thank you boys.  I am feeling better; my headache is gone now
thankfully."  She placed the French toast in the center of the table and
took her seat motioning for the boys to do so as well.  "Dig in.  I'm going
to be going to the mall today so you'll have to fend for yourselves for
lunch."  Marjorie speared two slices of French toast onto her plate and
spread them with butter and syrup.  A sausage link, vegetarian sausage
patty, and a small helping of hash browns joined the toast on the plate.
	Aiden served Bastian and then himself with towering stacks of the
cinnamon- soaked bread while Bastian took the sausage patties and gave
Aiden the remaining sausage link after getting a wordless nod from
Marjorie.  She motioned for them to split the remaining hash browns as
well.  Both boys began wolfing down the food, complementing Marjorie on her
cooking and thanking her again for the breakfast.  Without being asked,
Bastian got up to refill her mug of tea and poured more orange juice into
all three glasses.
	Throughout the meal, both boys noticed that Marjorie looked
strained and worn.  Lines of stress wrinkled her forehead and around her
eyes and mouth.  She had been unusually short this morning as well and
although Bastian could tell it wasn't from something he had done, he didn't
think it was the residual effects of last night's migraine.  Marjorie
seemed to be trying to soften her shortness by being nicer in other ways.
It was also clear she did not want to talk about it.  He hoped she was
okay.
	Aiden was concerned as well, thought he thought Ms. Blackmoore was
mad at them for some reason, not accustomed to the subtle hints Bastian
read.  A moment of panic struck him at the thought that she had seen or
heard them last night or this morning.  Bastian saw the emotions on his
face and shot him a concerned look.  Aiden shook his head slightly,
dismissing the subject until later.  Marjorie gave no sign that she had
seen the looks that passed between them.
	They ate in silence until Marjorie finished her plate and pushed
her chair back from the table as she stood up.  She reached for her plate
and mug when Aiden interrupted her.  "Don't worry, we'll clean up.  You go
ahead and get ready to go out."  Marjorie looked at him in surprise and
smiled gratefully.
	"Thank you boys.  I'm going to jump into the shower and then get
going to the mall.  I should be home around four or five o'clock."  She
picked up her plate and mug and slipped them into the dishwater before
heading to the other side of the house.  In a few minutes they could hear
the water in the shower running.  The radio in the bathroom clicked on a
few moments later.
	"Bastian, do you think something is wrong with your mom?  She
hasn't been acting normal lately."  Bastian nodded - a slightly worried
look on his face.  "You don't think she saw or heard us, do you?"  Bastian
shrugged and then shook his head no.  "I wonder what it is."
	If she wants us to know, she'll tell us, Bastian thought.  He stood
up and began to clean up the kitchen.  Aiden popped the last sausage link
into his mouth and followed him with stacked plates.

	Marjorie stood outside the bathroom door for a few moments more.
The shower was running and oldies were playing on the radio inside.  She
thought for a moment about telling the boys what was going on but decided
against it. Bitterly she thought, not normal?  What right does HE have to
say I'm not acting normal?  The anger in her thoughts frightened her and
shocked her back to her senses.  They're just worried about me.  If all
goes well, none of us will have cause to worry.  Marjorie turned and
stepped into the shower.  She took a quick but thorough shower, styled and
dried her hair, applied her make-up and slipped into her chosen clothes
before leaving the bathroom.  Formfitting jeans, thick socks and work boots
on her feet, and an oversized cowl-neck cashmere sweater over a
short-sleeved tee (in case it got to hot) completed her outfit.  She
slipped a cross on a chain over her head and put diamond chips in her ear
lobes.  She checked herself in the mirror and decided to leave her hair
loose; that and the make-up served to soften her features and made her
appear younger.  She didn't feel quite so old now but still had a certain
trepidation about what she had to do.  She didn't even want to meet with
Erick but if she didn't he might cause problems later on.
	She left her bedroom, grabbed her purse off the little side table
by the door and walked past the kitchen for a quick goodbye.  Aiden was
elbows deep in dishwater and Bastian stood nearby drying and putting up the
clean dishes.  "Goodbye boys," she called and both boys looked over their
shoulder at her.  Bastian's mouth dropped open and Aiden dropped the mug he
was washing back into the dishwater.
	"Do I look okay?  Something in my teeth?" she teased.  Bastian set
down the plate he was drying to 'talk'.
	<I thought you were going to the mall.  Do you have a date or
something?> after a moment he added <You look really nice.>
	"Nice outfit, Ms. B." Aiden replied.  "Gonna charm your way into a
better sale price?"  He grinned cheekily.  She noticed he had a few
soapsuds on the tip of his nose.
	"Well I can't go out looking like a slob.  You two behave.  I'll be
back later.  Bye boys."  She left them to their chores and headed to the
mall.

	She walked the mall for some time having arrived early.  She was to
tense to window-shop.  Suddenly she realized what he was doing to her
without ever being there.  She sat down on an empty bench and forced
herself to relax.  For a few minutes she sat there and people-watched
purposefully not thinking about Erick.
	His smooth deep voice intruded on her relaxation.  "Marj, glad you
could make it," he said insincerely from behind her.
	Marjorie hadn't seen Erick Walston in over fourteen years.  He was
still stunningly attractive with thick black hair and piercing hazel eyes.
He was of middling height, a few inches shy of six feet, and still had a
slender athletic build at 36.  He had affected a small, neatly trimmed
goatee around his full pink lips.  He had a small onyx stud in his right
ear lobe.  A pale gray turtleneck was stretched across his muscular chest
and tucked into his tight black jeans to show off the 'V' of his waist.
Looking at him, Marjorie was struck by how closely he resembled his son,
that was until he opened his mouth.
	"Struck mute by my stunning good looks I see," he said, waxing
egotistical.  His good looks were marred by the arrogant sneer that twisted
his lips.
	Marjorie glared at him.  "You never did grow up.  Still
inappropriate and callous.  Still vain.  Why did you want to meet, Erick?"
She snapped.  Inside she cursed herself for rising to his bait.
	"I heard you were back in town.  I want to see him, Marjorie."
	"You left, Erick.  And when you left you gave up every right you
had to be in his life.  He doesn't need your influence in his life right
now.  We're still getting settled in.  You'd only disrupt things."
	Erick's chin jutted forward stubbornly.  "Sebastian is still my
blood, my son.  I should be able to see him."
	"Bastian may be your blood, but he is not your son.  You had no
part in raising him.  What's with this newfound drive to be in my son's
life?"  She narrowed her eyes to study him.
	"When I found out you had moved back to Kingston, I thought I could
maybe fix things -" he began.
	"Not interested, Erick.  We didn't miss you," Marjorie interrupted.
	He affected a hurt expression but his eyebrows drew down, betraying
his anger.  "You wound me, Marj.  I only want to provide the boy a father
figure and role-model."
	Marjorie snorted.  "And you suggest yourself?" she asked
incredulously.  "Erick Walston, abandoned his family.  What a great role
model.  Do you even have a job?  You certainly dress like you have money.
Pity you never saw to provide child support."  At least he had the grace to
look embarrassed.
	"I know I didn't make the right choices, but give me a chance.  I
was young, stupid, selfish.  I'm not doing badly for myself now.  I'm
working for IBM as a lead programmer.  I have my own place, I'm
responsible, I give back to the community.  I'm not the boy I used to be."
	He sounded so sincere that Marjorie almost believed him but it was
too rehearsed.  "Give you another chance to hurt me?  Give you a chance to
hurt my son?"  Erick's hazel eyes narrowed.  "I don't think so, Erick."
	""You think you can stop me?" he hissed menacingly.  "The law will
be on my side.  Do you have enough money for a lawyer, Marjorie?"  At her
dismayed expression he smiled cruelly.  "I didn't think so.  Pay to stop
me, Marj, or let me in."
	"She dropped her eyes.  "It looks like I don't have a choice.  But
Bastian does.  If he doesn't want to see you it ends."  She looked up at
him then, locking his gaze to hers.
	Taken aback, Erick to a step backwards.  "I don't want to hurt
anyone, but you forced my hand.  I didn't want to take it there and I will
acknowledge Sebastian's wishes."
	"I hope so, Erick.  Let it be on your head if you do not."

	Bastian snapped the towel playfully against the back of Aiden's
jeans to urge him on.  Aiden squinted at him and scowled.  Bastian motioned
for him to hurry and finish washing the dishes.  He tugged seductively at
his corduroys and ran the tip of his moist pink tongue along his bottom
lip.
	"If you don't want me to finish these dishes, by all means
continue."  He grinned at Bastian and leaned over to give him a peck on the
lips.  Bastian pulled back after the kiss and shoved Aiden's hands back
into the soapy water, giving him another look.  "Okay, okay.  But it's my
turn to do you after I do these."  He pulled a mug from the soapy water,
scrubbed it with a sponge, rinsed it off, and slapped it into Bastian's
hands.
	Together they rushed through the remaining dishes and put the
perishables back in the refrigerator.  Bastian glanced up at the clock and
saw Marjorie had only been gone for half an hour.  Aiden smiled wickedly
and pulled Bastian out of the kitchen.
	"Come on, Bastian.  We have the whole day to ourselves, let's not
waste a minute of it.  I want to see all of you.  I haven't been able to
yet."  Bastian stood on tiptoes to place a soft kiss on Aiden's lips then
hugged him tight and rested his head on Aiden's chest.
	"I love you too, Bastian."  Aiden hugged him back and they embraced
there in the living room for a few moments.  Finally Aiden broke the
embrace with a deep soul kiss.  "Come on, my love, I need you."
	With a shy, pleased smile and a blush on his downy cheeks, Bastian
allowed Aiden to lead him back to his bedroom.  Aiden pulled his own shirt
off then stooped to remove Bastian's.  As every inch of pale unblemished
skin was revealed Aiden placed a soft sucking kiss from pelvis to throat
and from each wrist to collarbone.  He led Bastian towards the bed and
gently laid him down.  Bastian watched Aiden's movements with sparkling
gray eyes.
	Aiden unbuttoned his pants and stepped out of them to kneel on the
bed when they fell to the floor.  Clad only in boxers, socks, and a small
silver pendant, he knelt at Bastian's side and undid the button of his
cords.  Bastian reached one hand up to cup the pendant between his fingers.
He hadn't noticed it before.  It was a small silver symbol.  Upon closer
examination it looked like the meeting of three circles - a three-leafed
pointed flower.  Aiden stopped unzipping Bastian's pants when he noticed
the diverted attention.
	"It's the Wiccan symbol of protection," he explained softly.  He
hadn't missed the crucifix around Marjorie's neck that morning and was
slightly afraid Bastian might be closed-minded about religion.
	Bastian nodded in understanding as he studied the chain a few
moments more then let it drop and dangle from Aiden's neck again.  He
wanted to know more about it and to reassure Aiden that it was okay but he
didn't have the voice to tell him.  Instead he pulled Aiden into a kiss and
smiled at him, mouthing 'I love you' and kissed him passionately again.
	"I'm glad you understand, Bastian," he said when Bastian finally
broke the kiss.  Once more Aiden turned his attention back to the task of
removing Bastian's pants.  His fingers scrabbled at the tab of the zipper
and he could feel Bastian responding to his touch.  At last he dragged down
the zipper, the sound quite loud in the quiet house.  Bastian raised his
hips and Aiden consented in pulling down the corduroys, revealing gray
boxer-briefs pleasantly swollen with Bastian's need.
	Aiden slid one hand down the flat plain of Bastian's belly, feeling
the downy beginnings of a treasure trail disappear beneath the elastic of
his underwear.  Bastian's erection tented his briefs and pulled the elastic
away from his waist allowing Aiden's fingers to slip beneath into the
obsidian hairs that curled around his boyhood.  Bastian shivered at the
semi-ticklish erotic touch.  He closed his eyes and sunk his head back into
the pillow as Aiden curled the tips of his fingers under the waistband of
his briefs and tugged them down.
	It was not the first time Aiden had seen Bastian naked and he hoped
it wouldn't be the last as he gazed upon perfection in his eyes.  Bastian's
cock jutted thick and hard from the fan of dark curls that sprouted around
the base.  Silky-smooth, milky-white skin blushed with lust and capped with
a pink mushroom cap filled his vision.  A single pearl slipped from the
slit in the cap and trailed down the underside to soak into the velvety
skin of his sack.  Two eggs hung heavy in the hairless bag.  His thighs
were hairless as well but for a light dusting of sparse black hairs.
Bastian arched his back again as Aiden ran his hands down his side to grasp
his hips.  He leaned forward and planted a kiss on the tip of Bastian's
dick, tongue darting out to lap up another drop of nectar.  He tasted
sweet, much sweeter that his own and Aiden's lips locked over the ridge to
suckle at the cap in search of more.  Bastian writhed below him emitting
strange little wordless squeals and squeaks through the ruin of his
voicebox.
	Aiden slid one hand over to cup and fondle the orbs as they
alternately raised and lowered in their sack.  His middle finger ran down
the sensitive ridge of flesh between scrotum and anus and slipped into the
dark, moist crevasse to brush gently against the wrinkled hole hidden
there.  His other hand pumped slowly up and down on the thickness at his
mouth.  It was a different feeling to masturbate Bastian.  The tight skin
didn't move back and forth like his own but his hand slid slickly over the
tightness lubricated with spit and pre-cum.
	Aiden could see the muscles in Bastian's belly spasming as he
continued.  He loved the feel of Bastian's cock in his mouth almost as much
as he loved kissing and holding him in his arms.  He kept his hand pumping,
alternately twisting on the up and down strokes as he licked and sucked at
the spongy head in his mouth.  He tried to go down farther on him; his
mouth and throat stretched painfully wide but he almost gagged and pulled
back.
	He could feel Bastian's fingers twining in his hair, urging him on,
thanking him for the pleasure.  They tightened suddenly, almost painfully.
Aiden glanced up and saw Bastian's mouth and eyes wide open.  His abdomen
rippled with the force of his muscle contractions and the thickness in his
mouth grew impossibly thicker.  He felt the pulse on his tongue before the
splash on the back of his throat.  Scalding ooze squirted on his tongue and
throat followed by another and another.  Bastian's climax seemed endless
and his entire body seemed possessed with the pleasure he was so rigid.
	Aiden swallowed the thick fluid, not only to escape from drowning
(it was that copious) but because he wanted to have Bastian's essence
inside of him.  He swabbed his tongue over Bastian's head, eliciting more
jolts and jerks.  Inside Aiden smiled.  He's just as sensitive as me after
a good cum, he thought.
	He let Bastian out of his mouth and placed a small kiss on each
testicle and one of the head of his dick before moving up to hold Bastian
in his arms.  For a short while Bastian just lay there breathing heavily,
eyes staring up at the ceiling.  Then he turned to face Aiden and smiled
widely.  He pulled Aiden into a deep kiss, tongue probing his mouth to
taste himself there.  Aiden broke the kiss and pulled Bastian into a tight
embrace.  "That was so great, Bastian.  I love doing that to you, making
you feel good."  He placed one hand - middle and ring fingers folded down,
pinkie, index, and thumb held out - and placed it over Bastian's heart.  "I
love you, Sebastian."
	Bastian's eyes teared up as he recognized the hand-sign for 'I love
you' and instantly reciprocated the gesture.  He kissed Aiden fiercely and
rolled out of the hug to scamper naked across the room.  He dug through his
backpack to retrieve a pad and pencil.  Finding them he hurried back to the
bed to sit next to Aiden once more. He began to write hurriedly, the tip of
his pink tongue clenched between his teeth a testament to his
single-mindedness.
	Aiden interrupted his writing before he got very far.  "I asked
Harmony to help me learn sign language.  She knew we were an item, so she
understood why, and she knows it well enough to teach me.  I wanted to
surprise you.  I'm not very good yet though.  I think I've got the alphabet
down and a few words and phrases but I'm still very slow.  I can only catch
the tiniest bit of what you say to your mom or someone else 'cause you're
so fast and I'm still learning."
	Bastian looked up at him, eyes shining with tears of joy and began
to finger spell slowly.
	<I L-O-V-E Y-O-U S-O M-U-C-H, A-I-D-E-N M-C-K-E-N-N-O-U-G-H.> He
watched as Aiden mouthed the letter as he signed them and then smiled
broadly as the recognition flashed across his face.
	"I love you too, Bastian Blackmoore."  He giggled.  It sounded
strange coming from such a deep-voiced body.  "I was going to sign it for
you, but we only have a few hours left before your mom gets home," he said
motioning to the alarm clock on Bastian's night stand.  It was already
almost noon!  Bastian's eyes widened and he grinned mischievously, glancing
at Aiden out of the corner of one eye.
	"On no, not right now.  I stink, and so do you, love.  I think we
both need a shower."  Bastian took a whiff of his own armpit and waved his
hand in front of his nose to ward off the offending odor, grinning widely
all the while.  Aiden tugged Bastian off the bed and together they strode
naked to the bathroom.

	Marjorie fumed for a while after Erick left, glad to be rid of him
but angry and scared at the harm he could cause.  I don't have enough money
for a lawyer and I don't think I have enough of a case for a restraining
order.  Besides, he is Bastian's father even if they've never really met.
Maybe Bastian could use a male influence in his life, a father figure.  But
Erick?  Damn it, Erick.  Why do you have to be such a bastard!?  She vented
her emotions by slamming a fist down on then bench, drawing concerned and
alarmed looks from passerbys.  She briefly considered calling her parents
but shook her head.  Dammit, Marjorie, you can't go running to your parents
whenever you have a problem.  You're an adult, you have a son who's almost
full-grown.  Figure it out for yourself!  Marjorie got up and began to walk
around the mall once more.  She didn't see the items in the windows.  Her
thoughts were turned inward.

_______________

To Be Continued.