Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2001 08:53:35 EDT
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 15

M.A.R.C.

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never happened, except in the author's imagination.  This story may contain
sex between teenage boys, a man and a teenage boy or multiple male teens.
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Near the end of Chapter Fourteen:

We must have been like that for nearly half an hour when I heard a faint,
almost shy whisper, "Uncle John? I'm sorry but ... ah, I, ah, I have to
pee."  We both started to giggle and he sat back and smiled.  "This has
been so nice.  I waited as long as I dared but, I think I better go now."

I kissed his nose and he slowly lifted up off my somewhat wilting boner.
The cute look of disappointment at having to break our union was priceless
but I knew there would be many more such unions.  Then I realized that Marc
was not alone in his need.

The mood was broken.  "Make way!"  I yelled.  "I gotta go too."  I heard a
giggle from the bathroom.  I know, I know, I've said it before.  We giggle
a lot.  But, I thoroughly love it.  I recommend it in all relationships.
There should be a law that people be required to be silly together as part
of their relationship.


Chapter Fifteen - To sleep per chance to scream

After taking care of business in the bathroom and a little cleanup, we took
our long forgotten drinks and headed for the kitchen.  A little ice and
they were as good as new.

"So kido.  What do you want for supper?"

Marc looked thoughtful for a second.  "Hmmm, I feel like a salad."

I chuckled.  "Funny, you don't look like one."

I got a raspberry for my silliness.

Smiling at our fun together, I suggested; "How about I heat some chicken
and rice soup to go with the salads?"  He thought that sounded good.

We sat in the kitchen and ate quietly, watching the gusts of wind blow the
trees around and listening to the rain drumming on the deck.  The now
distant rolls of thunder were moving even further away.  I'm sure that both
of us were thinking about the momentousness of the step that we had just
taken in our relationship.  But I'm not at all sure that I can imagine what
a 13 year old boy would be thinking and feeling.  Hell, and certainly not
what an android who thought he was a 13 year old boy would be thinking and
feeling.

For me, it was ... well, besides being wonderful, it was a milestone on two
levels.  On the cold technical level it was proof, nearly beyond a doubt,
that the M.A.R.C. (As you will remember, an acronym for Multi-modal
Adolescent Research Companion.) concept could work.  But, even more
importantly, for me as a person, I had been given a way to satisfy a basic
need without feeling that I was doing something wrong.  Without the fear
and the feelings of guilt that had kept me from caring for someone this
much since Eddie.  Marc filled a void, an emotional emptiness, that had
been with me since Eddie and I parted over 25 years ago.  On top of that,
what I gave to Marc in return satisfied a fundamental need for him as well,
programed or not.  When it gets right down to it, we are all programed.  I
mean really, just think about it.

Every few moments we would make eye contact and smile at one another.  His
dimpled smile was a sweet, almost shy smile belying perhaps a touch of
self-consciousness at, not only the deep intimacy of our union but the
intense physical pleasure and emotional fulfillment that he got from it.
On the other hand, his bright blue eyes flashed alternately with an impish
knowing devilment and a deep warm and real love.

Finally I broke the silence, "It looks like it will lighten up by sunset
but I know there will be at least one more squall go through before the
front brings a clearing wind in the morning."  I know, it was kind of lame,
being about the weather and all.

Marc was still being kind of quiet.  So, I spoke the code words and took
the opportunity for an uplink and update.  But, I wanted them to be as fast
as we could manage.  However, before Marc the Tech would uplink to the
consortium he said he had to express to me just how much my Marc was in
total awe of our lovemaking.  This was highly unusual and I had a vague
feeling that it was somehow as much Marc the Tech's feeling as my Marc's.
Then, before I could ask him, he made the uplink and the thought was
forgotten.

While in the Tech mode I asked him to fill in the four or five minute span
of the mode change with memories of quiet storm watching.  I left the room
to close a window and as I returned, he switched back to my Marc.

"I'm back."  I said as I walked back into the room.

"Huh?"  Marc looked momentarily puzzled, almost uncomfortable.  "Oh.  I
guess I was kind of hypnotized by the storm.  It really is fascinating to
watch.  Where'd you go?"

"I just had to close a window I forgot."

With a look of concern, he got up and went to the far living room window.
"I wonder how the boat is?"

I came up behind him and put my hands on his shoulders.  "She's fine my
boy."

He leaned back against me and tilted his head to look up at me.  "Would it
be okay for me to spend some time online?  Jeffery and Josh said they might
be on tonight."

"Sure kido.  Say hi for me.  I think I'll catch up on the news and check
the weather as well."

I poured myself a very small brandy, something I rarely did and then, only
on special occasions, and settled down to watch Headline News.  There was
the usual depressing stuff on the news so I switched to the Weather
Channel.  I think, in my next life I will be a meteorologist.  I have
always found the weather to be fascinating.  They were showing a good
segment on hurricanes and it kept my interest until around 8:45pm.  Then I
began to yawn, as much from the brandy as the very intense lovemaking and
orgasm of a few hours ago.  Every few minutes my mind would wonder back to
that moment and to the intense pleasure fueled by an even more intense
love.  I could still feel his surprisingly strong legs grasping me and his
heals pressing into the small of my back trying to pull more of me inside
him.  Savoring and basking were words that hardly did justice to the
reliving of the experience.

I knew that sleep was sneaking up on me so I turned off the TV, checked the
downstairs and headed up.  I stopped in Marc's room and he was busy talking
to Jeffery online.  Just as a distant roll of thunder warned of another
squall on the way, I kissed the top of his head feeling his soft hair and
smelling his boy aroma.  I whispered, "I love you sweetie.  Don't stay up
too late."

"I wont." He reached up and pulled my lips down to his.  They were so warm,
soft, moist and sweet.  We kissed a moment and then he pulled back saying,
"You made me feel so wonderful John.  I love you too, with all my heart."

I washed up and slipped into bed.  It was nice to lie there and watch the
lightening show as the storm moved down the shore.  I began to doze in
between flashes and thunder.  Soon the storm was raging outside and that
always made for cozy sleeping for me.  There's nothing like a good storm,
at least that's how I feel.  But, along about 9:15 or 9:20, android or no,
the storm got to Marc.

My room was as dark as pitch and, with the storm and all, it must have been
a little scary alone in Marc's room.  His desk lamp and the computer
monitor were the only light and it wasn't surprising that he left the light
on when he made his way into my bedroom.  By the time he reached the bed he
was almost at a dead run and his heart was pounding.  But, he didn't want
to wake me, as much out of courtesy as out of embarrassment for his fear.
So, he quietly skidded to a halt on his side of the bed.  I was sprawled
out on my stomach with my head turned toward his side.  Unbeknownst to him,
I watched through one barely open eye as he removed his robe revealing a
smashing pair of pumpkin colored silky bikini briefs.  He started to climb
in and then stopped as if he remembered something.  He stood there with his
hands on his hips as if he were debating an important decision and then he
made up his mind and softly said to himself with a sly grin; "I'll ask him
to take them off for me.  It will be so sexy."

Then he climbed in and moved close to me.  But, he didn't snuggle up as he
didn't want to disturb me.  Instead, he ever so gently placed his warm hand
on my neck and moved it softly around my shoulders and down to the small of
my back in a soothing caress as if he was trying to comfort me.  With a
satisfied sigh, he then lay on his back, hands behind his head and replayed
the memories of the week and, most particularly, earlier this evening.  So
much had happened in so short a time but he spent most of the time
replaying the memories of my making love to him.  His heart raced with the
thought that he could give me so much pleasure and get so much in return.
It made him very hard and gave him such delicious feelings.  Oddly, it also
gave him a feeling of accomplishment.  As though, for some strange reason,
he had fulfilled a strong sense of purpose.  But most of all, it made him
happy, very happy.  He did not touch himself though.  He wanted, bless his
heart, to save that for us together.  His pleasant thoughts soothed him.
Soon he drifted off into a deep but increasingly restless sleep.

"AYE ... EEE ... EEEYYAaagghhhh!"  Marc screamed at the top of his lungs
and sat bolt upright.  I twisted violently around with the fright of my
life.  He was sitting ramrod straight with sweat streaming down his face.
And he was calling out, "JOHN, I CAN'T REMEMBER!  WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER?"
Over and over.

"I'm here Marc.  It was only a dream."  I grabbed him by the shoulders.
"Calm down sweetie.  I'm here." I tried to comfort him.  Slowly his
shouting calmed down to just muttering.

"I'll get a cool wash cloth.  Lights on!"  The lights came up and I went
into the bathroom.

"It must be his parents.  He can't remember his parents."  I thought.
That's not a surprising nightmare.  I came back and sat down beside him and
gently washed his hot face with the cool cloth.  Slowly the color returned
to his cheeks.  He calmed down some more and relaxed back into the pillows
staring at the ceiling.  I placed the cloth on the night stand.

His soft white hair was darkened with his perspiration and slicked back by
the wash cloth.  Even though his healthy color was back he looked so small
and vulnerable lying there.  "Are you feeling better Marc?"  He nodded
slowly.  "Want me to leave the lights on?"  He shook his head.  I slid down
beside him and said, "Lights out."

We lay there for a minute and then, in a tiny voice from far away, he
asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing Marc."  I tried to reassure him.  "How do you mean?"

Tears slowly began to flow again and a slight trembling returned.  He tried
to explain.  "I keep having these dreams that I'm talking with you and
other people but can't remember what's being said.  And, and ... I don't
know who the other people are."

"What do you hear being said?"  I asked in an effort to keep him talking.

He got a bit more excited.  "No!  No, I can't HEAR what's being said but I
know just the same.  I mean I know things are being said but I don't hear.
I can see you but I can never see the other people.  But, I know just the
same that they are there ... or, or ... somewhere."

I tried soothing him again with the damp wash cloth and his voice calmed
down a bit.  "What's worst of all, sometimes you're not there but the other
people are ... well, not here but somewhere ... oh God, and they keep
talking to me but ... but ... oh God, it's not me."

He got very calm as he said this last.  "I can't see them or hear them but
I know, I just know they are there ... but, but ... not here.  It sounds
crazy.  I think I AM crazy ... or going crazy."  He just lay there
trembling and crying, his eyes moving from side to side as though looking
for the other people.

I asked cautiously.  "How many dreams like this have you had Marc?"

"Maybe seven since I got here ... or was it eight?  I'm not sure."  He
looked really frightened as he franticly tried to remember.  "But two were
without you and they were the worst ones.  The scariest ones."

"Marc," I comforted. "I wished you had told me about this before.  I'm so
sorry.  Don't hesitate to wake me if ever you need me during the night, or
any time.  Please.  Promise me?"

He whispered in reply, "Okay, I ... I promise."

I thought to myself; seven or eight dreams.  Hmmm, six mode changes with me
and, maybe, two without me?  I spoke an emergency code and Marc the Tech
was there.  "How many mode changes" I demanded.  He looked startled and
then concerned but replied; "nine including this one."  I switched him
back.

Marc swiveled his head urgently from side to side, again, as though looking
for someone.  The mode change had scared him and he grasped my arm, "I just
had ... I don't know, it was almost like the other dreams but just you and
me ... no, it wasn't me.  And ... and it was, well, over in a second."  He
was trembling badly now and perspiring heavily again.

I tried to convince him, "it must have been just a flash of memory, maybe a
flashback."  I got the wash cloth and, once again, cooled his face and
forehead.  I tried to convince him that it was all just nightmares maybe
triggered by the loss of his parents.  He seemed to calm down some.  I'm
going to go to the bathroom, rinse the wash cloth with more cool water and
get you a Tylenol PM.  You try to think something nice, relax and I'll be
right back.  I got up and went to the bathroom.  As I passed the dresser I
scooped up the cell phone.

Closing the door and running the water, I dialed support.  They answered on
the first ring.  I spoke low but with all of the anger I could muster;
"Listen carefully you sons of bitches, I'm only going to say this once.
Stay out of his head unless I'm there.  There ARE no second chances here.
Once more and I blow the deal wide open.  I don't make idle threats.  Don't
FUCK with him or me.  If you don't believe I mean it just ask Edward.  He
knows, I'm a man of my word.  Don't call me back, I'll call in the morning.
Have Edward there."  I broke the connection.  Fury shook through my body
like a jolt of high voltage electricity.  I had to calm down before going
back out to him.  I splashed cold water on my face.  Flushed the toilet.
Anything to buy a moment's time to calm down.

Now I had to go out.  "Here we go kido."  I gave him one tablet and again
tried to cool his cheeks and forehead.  When I slid down next to him he
rolled over and snuggled in my arms.  His warm moist face pressed into my
neck and his breathing kind of hiccoughed in the after affects of his fear
and crying.  But, in minutes we were both asleep and I didn't move until I
heard the fog horn from the lighthouse on the point.  It meant that the
rain was over, the storm was past and just the fog was left in its place.
I only hoped it were true.  I hoped that the real storm wasn't just
beginning.

Next: Chapter Sixteen - That's great!  That's just f***ing great!