Date: Tue, 22 Jun 2004 09:29:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: kyler pettry <kpettry2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: when dark powers stir3

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	There was no dream in the entire world as sweet as the feeling of
Terry's held against Darren's shoulder. When the morning light came
blasting through the window, another might bemoan the loss of a night so
full of passion and tenderness. Not Darren, the glow of the new dawn
cascaded over his lover's face, softening planes and adding a little more
of the gentleness to his features. The sun glinted off of golden hair and
soft lips were made even more succulent under such light.
	Darren lay there watching Terry sleep for a long time. Well after
sunrise, wondering what he was going to do. He'd loved his friend as long
as he'd known him. Had even had the initial crush most closeted gay men
have on their good looking friends. But it had never been a carnal thing
for Darren. Now he was faced with the fact of what he had done, and the
knowledge that it had been the most fulfilling act he could ever remember
committing.
	Daydreams and fears came flooding through his mind. He knew fully
well that to call Terry flighty would have been an understatement, and in
truth he'd only said he was in town for a few weeks. The feeling that if
Terry went he would be left alone welled up inside of him and choked the
air from his lungs. He couldn't lose Terry, not now, but if something
happened to their friendship because of this, wouldn't that have the same
effect?
	He just didn't know, it was entirely possible that he'd been a
rebound fuck for the blond god, having just gotten out of what must have
been an equally fucked up relationship with another man. Couple that with
the shock of learning he was gay and there was no telling what Terry's
reaction would be when he woke up.
	"Are you gonna watch me all day?" The voice wasn't slurred by
sleep, which meant that he'd been awake a while.
	"I'd thought about it." Darren couldn't help the smile that came to
his face.
	Terry opened his eyes, "Well, if you don't mind, can you watch me
while I take a shower?" whatever his stance on the previous night, there
was a tender look in his eyes.
	Darren wiggled his eyebrows, "It would be my pleasure to watch you
shower, good sir." No time like the present to find out where he stood.
	Terry smiled, "Well, if you want to do more than watch, I certainly
won't call the super. I mean, you can hold a towel or somethin'." He
chuckled
	"I promise, if I see your sweet ass all wet and soapy, I'll be
holdin more than a towel." He meant it too, the sight of just Terry's bared
chest was enough to make his blankets tent. He wanted to growl Terry made
him so hot. He couldn't remember ever having been this wantonly,
desperately primal, in his life. Even Richard hadn't made him feel like a
hungry animal. To his great surprise thoughts of his ex didn't bring on the
need to cry. There was a certain hollowness around Richard, as Darren
finally saw him for what he was... empty.
	Terry responded to verbal banter by snuggling into Darren's side,
"Oooohh! Promises promises. Well see just how long you can keep that libido
up, mister." It was a challenge; it was also music to Darren's ears.
	Darren leaned his head down and nipped Terry's ear, the other
grunted. Then gasped as the cool air of the room came rushing to sensitive
places. He shot Darren a glance for his dramatic toss of the blankets. He
was sure he did it just to create more air.
	They padded to the bathroom, Terry holding on the Darren, savoring
the gentle silk of his lover's body. The soft globes of an ass made to be
touched called to him with a little voice.
	The bathroom was without a doubt the saving grace of the
apartment. Tile ran up the walls and covered the floor, a beautiful blue
with a mosaic in cream and sienna. The glass of the shower was frosted with
the same pattern. It looked roughly asian, and gave a mellow feel to the
room. Darren turned the water on and let it warm, while he grabbed two of
the large cloth towels that he kept in the little bathroom closet. He
tossed the towels on the rack and pulled the door back. Then two entered
the wide space.
	The water sluiced over their bodies, and soap followed. Moving
lazily into all the nooks and crannies of the being. Then the water was
there to wash away their exertions from the night before. The bodies were
barely clean before they felt stirrings once more.
	The bar of soap was hard and slick in Terry's hand, though not as
hard and slick as Darren's cock, which happened to be in his other
hand. The sensation of the rough hand and the soap on the sensitive head
was causing Darren's knees to shake. More than once he had to hold on to
Terry to keep his footing.
	Finally, he couldn't take anymore. He pushed Terry's body against
the slick tile of the shower, his own body grinding into the soap slippery
form. Their cocks were rubbing against the others with a heady mixture of
soap and precum. Darren's hands stole down to Terry's balls; he cupped them
in his hands and rolled them about playfully, before sliding his fingers
around and behind them.
	Terry responded without even thinking. His thighs parted and his
feet braced on the ledge to either side of the tub. The questing fingers
found his opening loose and ready. Between the ample fucking of the night
before and the foreplay thus far, the sweet pucker had been given plenty of
time to prepare.
	Darren took terry's feet and wrapped his legs around his waist,
locking them in place on the small of his back. His hard dick found the
place where his fingers had plotted and surged inside. The thick heat of
Terry's body penetrated him as he entered the other man. It wasn't just
that it was a deliciously clamping hole; it was that it was TERRY'S. The
look of complete sensual surrender was something that took the breath from
Darren's body.
	He pulled out and pushed back in, taking his bone to the hilt in
the other's ass. The small, curly hairs on the base of his dick tickled the
tender ass as he rowed it.  The gentle moan as Terry's cock already lost
its first load, he fucked through the desperate flutters of the other's
ass. It only drove him to fuck harder and faster, his own dick controlling
his mind as he controlled the other's body.
	We they finally came Terry had to drop and regain his feet
quickly. Darren couldn't hold his slick body anymore. Between the cum, soap
and water, and the shaking in Darren's own knees, he was surprised he
didn't fall down himself.
	Darren's head was rested against Terry's shoulder, the gentle,
sensual lethargy was enough to make him cry with happiness. When he finally
forced himself to move he saw that terry was smiling at him.
	"It just keeps getting better." He said it softly, but Darren heard
him. The blonde leaned down for a kiss and their tongues coiled around each
other like twin snakes.
	IT took another forty-five minutes to clean themselves, commence
with more heavy petting, then get out of the shower. They didn't bother to
put on cloths. Just allowed the other one to dry them off a mixture of
hand, tongue and towel. They moved as one person, both wrapped together in
fluffy white rectangle. When they fell to the bed, they were laughing.





	To be totally honest things weren't all that wonderful. He'd been
fairly sure that if he'd gotten rid of Darren then everything would have
been all right. He even staged that really good fucking scene with that
little bastard from the corner store. His little ass had been so hot, he
knew he'd looked good when Darren caught them together. The small white ass
and his big dick had certainly made a beautiful sight.
	Then the kid had seen Darren leave and figured he'd found a way to
get the humongous dong out of his backside. For his part, it had seemed
like a good idea to go home with hot guy. He didn't know he was gonna be
used for something like this. The look on the brown-headed man was enough
to make Sam's heart come out of his chest. The last thing he'd wanted was
to keep on fucking the asshole who was pounding him.
	He'd claimed rape and ran out the door; it was the only thing he
could think of. It also left Richard with the unenviable position of
waiting for some irate father that was never going to come.
	Richard looked around the apartment; it had degenerated from a
gorgeous loft to a unholy shit hole. Without Darren there to upkeep it, it
was filthy in no time. There were food containers everywhere, and the trash
had long sense overflowed the can. And now there was this ungodly smell
coming from the refrigerator. Richard would have cleaned it out just to be
rid of the smell, but every time he got close, he wanted to hurl.
	He couldn't pick anyone up, they took one look at the place and
were claiming back injury before the first button flew. That meant he
either had to go to their place, or behind the club. After fucking behind a
dumpster, he'd decided he could clean the apartment.
	It had all seemed so easy. He was sure what was holding him back
was the mild mannered mouse. Richard could barely stand to look at the
bitch, acting like a little housewife. He would never fight him on
anything, just say "yes, Rich. Whatever you want." And for a while that was
enough, but eventually it just grated on his nerves. He knew that Darren
did a lot around the house, but it wasn't until he was no longer there that
he noticed just HOW much he did.
	So, here it was the Richard Domingue had been relegated to picking
coke cans and cleaning out moldy pizza boxes. He grumbled the entire time,
but for his credit, he didn't stop. Well he did once or twice, it took all
day and as he randomly came across evidence of his past activities he would
have to stop what he was doing and haul out his ten incher and give the
fleshy appendage the requisite number of strokes to bring it spittin to
life.


	The woman would not leave him alone. He'd caught a scent at the
place where the great winged birds came from the sky. It had been so full
of people that his senses had been stretched to the max. But eventually he
picked up the trail. Seeing with more than his nose. The scent of the
despoiler was a taint on the magic of anyplace he went. The touch of
foulness hovered in the air.
	He had then followed the repulsive trail through the city. It was
obvious that the creature was hunting something of his own. His scent was
that of an animal in heat. He'd followed the thing down long streets, it
was obvious that it had taken cars, because the trail would get muddied and
be difficult to trace at times. Costing him precious hours of back tracking
and relocating what he'd lost.
	The last time left him nearly wailing with frustration he'd never
thought he would pick it up again. Then at the last moment, when he was
ready to just about hit something with pent up anxiety, he caught it.
 	Standing there in front of him in the canyon of steel and glass was
the front of a 'department store', he did read, so he knew what some of the
things were. He just couldn't figure out why people wanted them. Once
inside he himself marveled at some of the beautiful things he saw there. He
was passing one such counter that obviously supplied the paint for women's
faces, though he'd seen some men wearing it too. An unattractive little
thing was standing there squirting people with things when they passed by.
	They hunter tried to stay clear, but when she saw him, her bubbly
little energies spread outward, creating a stifling envelope of lusty
need. It happened to him often. It wasn't that he was particularly
attractive, though for his day he had been considered incredibly
appealing. The beauty of the day inevitably prevailed, and he had been
demoted to average. However, what he lacked for in appearance was more than
made up for in pure animalistic sex appeal.
	Those with weak minds were pulled to and fro by the powers of his
mind. Such was his strength, garnered over centuries that they were more
often than not starting to become infatuated with him at a glance. She was
one such, and the stupid little git was his last nerve. Her curly pom pom
of red hair was seen lurking over counters and aisle ways. He could smell
her nauseating perfume from across the store, so when it was sidling right
next to him, it took his breath away. It was a sign that the vapid little
minx took to mean returned sentiment.
	She was a perfect distraction, almost costing him the trail
again. Eventually he'd taken here eyes with his own and lashed out at her
mind with his. He'd given her images of brutality and carnage, things he'd
seen plenty of. He didn't want to hurt her, hurting innocent people was not
why he was here. He just made himself look enough like the dangerous man to
frighten her away. When she didn't turn pale, and her lips started to curve
up at the sides, he knew he was in trouble. The flashes that he got in
return were of leather and steel, spikes and whips, being bound and
raped. Not sex, but rape, this thin little veneer housed a sadist
underneath.
	He lashed out again, this time she left, her eyes glazed and her
feet stumbling somewhat. She wouldn't even remember he'd been there with
any luck. He turned his attention back to the hunt.



	Terry was hungry, and that mean that he needed to be fed
now. Darren was learning the only thing that surpassed his lover's need for
sex was the compulsion to eat. He wondered how he kept so thin.
	The slightly shorter blonde was sitting on the stool, at the bar,
wearing nothing at all. His eyes were alternating between hungry and that
other base emotion that seemed to occupy his mind. Perhaps it was the image
of Terry where only that black apron, his white body hard and appealing as
a slab of beef.
	"Would you please stop that? Your making it hard to concentrate."
He said to Terry, not that it wasn't flattering, but there was definitely a
hungry eye to the man.
	A slow smile, knowing he'd been caught and not trying to hide it,
"It's just that you look so good." Terry's smile didn't go away, it got a
little bigger as he obviously toyed with the idea of going over there and
'helping' with supper. The only thing that stayed his hand, and other
appendages, was the grumbling of his stomach. They'd been pretty active,
especially for this being the first time either one of them had left the
bedroom. Except for another shower of course.
	Darren was making steaks, with some kind of pasta salad. It smelled
delicious and was visibly driving terry out of mind. "How long till it's
done?" Impatience was heavy in his voice.
	"About thirty seconds less than the last time you asked." Darren
was definitely enjoying this. He'd never been on the receiving end of so
much pure carnal attention that wasn't focused at using him for
something. Everytime he looked into Terry's eyes, the sheer force of need
to be with him, was overpowering. All Richard had ever wanted to do was
fuck him senseless or have him suck his cock. They had played with toys
once; it ended with Richard pulling out something he'd bought special that
day.
	'IT' was a dildo even larger than Richard's own cock, which
stretched Darren to the limit every time they fucked. It was nothing but
pure fire all the way up his ass, and Richard had complained when Darren
made him take it out. None of it equaled to the gentle desperation to be
with him that looked out from Terry.
	"Dar, can I ask you something?" Terry asked, his tone of voice was
no longer husky with suppressed sex, but a little shaky, as if he was
afraid to ask.
	"Sure, sweetie, you can ask me anything." Darren knew he'd answer
any question.
	"How did you get those marks... the ones on your back?" but some
questions might make him swallow his tongue when he tried.
	"M...marks?"
	"Yeah, they look like bite marks, and scrapes." Terry was
concerned; it laced his voice.
	Darren didn't look at the beautiful young man sitting at his
counter, he couldn't. That question had brought back a feeling of
shame. He'd forgotten about the scars. No one but Richard had ever seen
them, besides the people at the hospital. He'd had to endure the stairs and
looks of enlightened disbelief when he told them that a dog had bitten
him. It was the last time that Richard ever got him high again.
	"They're from him...aren't they?" Now there was something other
than concern in his voice. Terry was mad, and instead of being sexy when he
was irritated, mad was another animal entirely. Mad meant that he might go
over and show Richard what certain things felt like.
	Darren finally looked at him, "yeah, they are... But it wasn't his
fault." The snort from Terry wasn't a pleasant sound.
	"It wasn't his fault, Terry. If I had opened my eyes, I would have
known what kind of a bastard he was. I wouldn't have let him get me
stoned. I deserved what he did to me, I deserved it for my own stupidity!"
	"NO ONE DESERVES THAT!" The pure force in his voice was enough to
stop further argument from Darren. He'd never seen Terry quite so mad
before, and to tell the truth he was a little shocked. It had been so
peaceful before. "Whatever that bastard made you believe, you are smart
enough to know that wasn't love, hell it wasn't even sex." Terry was silent
for a moment, getting his emotions under control. "Darren, how many people
do you know, that leave scars on the people they sleep with?"
	Darren felt his face coloring, "God, Terry, do we have to talk
about this. I don't even want to remember it, I just wished that last two
years of my life would go away. He felt warm tears coming down his face. He
didn't feel sexy anymore. The mood of yesterday was broken.
	Terry got off the barstool and walked around to his friend and
lover. His arms encircled Darren, "Sorry, guy, I didn't mean to open old
wounds. It's just that I know what it is like to be hurt by someone who
should care about you. There isn't a pain to equal the betrayal." Terry
took Darren's chin in his hand and lifted the taller man's face so that
their eyes met. "Looks like we're tit for tat on this one kiddo."
	Terry kissed him then, and Darren responded, their lips
meeting. Darren wondered again at the awesome body heat that Terry could
produce; he was like a furnace. Then he started to feel some of that heat
travel down his throat. And spread out through his body. He was like a fire
tunnel or something. It didn't burn, it was entirely too pleasant for
that. Soon the warmth was lapping at the edge of his mind. Everywhere it
went, a spidery tingling sensation followed. It was amazing, the way it
caressed every inch of him at the same time.
	The heat seemed to concentrate then, focusing on his back. It was
like he was laying naked on the roof, after the sun had been warming it all
day. And then just as soon as it had started, it was over. The whole thing
lasted only seconds.
	"What...what was that." Darren looked at Terry, who was positively
glowing. In fact, he WAS glowing. There was a slight golden glow to the
man. It was beautiful, and would have been even more so, had Darren not
been about to panic. "Terry, what the hell is going on?"
	That slow lazy smile brought heat to low places. "I can't get rid
of the last two years honey. I would if I could, but I can get rid of the
reminders." Terry took Darren's hands and trailed them over Darren's body;
he could even feel his nipples hard, and tight beneath the soft apron. They
traveled over his chest and over the nape of his neck. It took Darren a
minute to figure out why it felt strange. Where before there had been small
knots of scar tissue, not large, like beads of perspiration; was now
replaced with smooth skin. Warm and with a light dusting of the same small
hairs that covered his body.
	"Terry, what the hell just happened?"


end of chapter 3


	Well, things are certainly getting strange. I wonder how many more
surprises our dear Darren can put up with before he has to call a
therapist. As you can see, Terry has a few surprises other than whole, 'I'm
gay thing.' Could he heal with a kiss before he went to south America,
guess we'll have to wait and see.
	For the first time we got a look into the mind, of Richard, and I
promise kiddies, if you think you've seen the last of the little piece of
shit, think again. I have something wonderful planned for that walking
hemorrhoid. We will also have more revelations on the hunter. As always if
you wish to comment, please email me at kpettry2000@yahoo.com. If you want
to chat, or discuss your own stories, kewl. Just remember, if you flame me,
you risk sodomy by morning glory. (in case you don't know what a morning
glory is... remember all those movies with knights and stuff, and every now
and then there will be one with a stick with a ball on it that has
spikes. Well, that's ol mister morning glory. Think about it.)