Date: Sun, 8 Aug 2004 22:13:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: kyler pettry <kpettry2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: when dark powers stir7

			       *Disclaimer*

First and foremost, the legalities. If you are under the age of consent,
whatever that age may be in the state where you currently reside, read no
further. This story is part of an ongoing serial fiction and contains
graphic depictions of homosexual encounters. All encounters are of the
masculine variety and are often done with little regard to 'safe sex'. This
is after all a work of fiction, so none of the characters can get aids or
the like. It is the recommendation of the author of this story, namely
myself, that if you absolutely must engage in copious amounts of man sex,
then do so as safely as you can. The last thing you want is to turn into a
victim of your own hormones.
	
Secondly, for those of you who expressed interest in this story, I am sorry
it has taken so long between installments, I have been working a great deal
and will be starting school soon, so this leaves me little time for the
things that I want to do. This series will be concluded in the next four
chapters as it was never meant to be anything other than a quick foray into
this world. Though I do think that I will visit our two 'heroes' again
shortly, with another series that I have been toying around with. However,
next on the agenda will the posting of a new series about a vampire
searching for redemption......and lots and lots of sex. I hope you guys
don't mind, but there will someone having sex at least once a chapter, even
if it is only a quicky. So make sure you have lots of jergens and I hope
you enjoy this installment.
	
*As always you may view my artwork and the sketches that will be going
along with this series and all future series at my website
www.designsbykyler.com , which will be updated within a week of the date of
this posting. Love peace and chicken grease.




Terry sat on the back of the couch, the sharp back cutting into his
muscular thighs. His toes had long since lost all feeling. He wasn't sure
how long he'd been there. Tep had muttered something about needing to rest
shortly before he confiscated the bed. Followed by another fit of muttering
about how the bed smelled of sex.

	The crown of his head was shining in the overhead light, the
twinkle in his eyes was hidden by a shadow that came from within. He was
worried, no...he was more htan merely worried, he was terrified. What had
he been thinking, he should never have left the jungle. His rash action
could be the cause of Darren's death, and if that happened, he knew his
future would be short as well.
	
He'd never believed that he would know true love, especially not after the
debacle with Peter. He'd run away to the wilds of nowhere, because he could
neither contain nor deal with his feelings for Darren. His lust for his
friend had made him nearly crazy by the end of his college career and he
knew that had he not done something he would have broken.

So he left, ridding himself of the need to be near, to touch, to be
touched.  How ironic that in the deepest, scariest jungle on that side of
the planet Terry would find someone who could make him feel alive and sane
again, even if it did come at such a terrible cost.

Peter had shown him that it was okay to release the passion that he'd
always held within him. So many people had always thought him wild and
crazy, so few had known that was merely a front for someone who had trained
themselves not to care for fear that such caring would overwhelm them. And
he was right, Peter had overwhelmed and nearly destroyed him. But in the
end it had been worth it, he'd discovered his own strength and how lucky he
was to have it.
	
Now he had Darren, and it may wind up costing him so much that he couldn't
afford to pay. The sleeping figure that was stretched across the couch, the
full lips that he loved to bite had the very corners turned up in something
like a smile. They seemed to beckon him. The long dark lashes were the
perfect frame for the gentle and loving eyes that he knew would look out as
soon as the spelled man woke. What had he done to deserve such feelings
from someone so wonderful.

It hurt so bad that Darren was being constantly taken advantage of, his
feelings being used as a door mat for others. But then, that was what Terry
had done isn't it. Used him for his own emotional comfort, and now, he
would have to leave, even if it was for Darren's own good.
	
Terry couldn't take the chance that Peter, or the thing that now had
Peter's body would remember and come for him. They would hurt Darren to get
to him, and that couldn't be allowed to happen.
	
His hand reached out of its own volition and traced the cheekbone of the
man he loved with all his heart. The soft pale skin was so beautiful next
to the dark tan that his own had become. The soft brown strands of his hair
was enough to send thrills through his body at the memory of clutching that
hair at the height of passion. He couldn't imagine how he'd ever lived
without this man next to him.
	
He felt the soft change in breathing, felt the mind of his lover begin to
rise out of the mists of Tep's enforced sleep. He wondered briefly how long
the old Indian would be able to affect him this way. Darren had a powerful
natural talent, he would learn far better and faster than Terry himself
had. He wondered if that would be a good thing or bad for his friend.
	
The soft brown eyes opened with a flutter of eye lashes that was like the
dancing of butterfly's wings. IT made terry's heart catch in his
throat. "Hey, what are you doing?" The voice was still low with sleep.
	
Terry smiled, "watching you sleep."
 
Darren looked at him with humor in his voice, "Aren't there laws against
that in this state?"
	
Terry's smile grew a little wider, "yeah, but you can just put me in
handcuffs you don't evne have to call the cops."
	
"Freaky little bastard, I might just do that." Darren's hand reached up and
took Terry's. "What's happening terry, I feel like my life is spinning out
of control?"

Terry's smile disappeared, his head dropped down. "Tep and I have to do
something. You don't want to know what it is, believe me."
	
"Your going to kill Peter." The statement was flat and held back any
emotion that might have told Terry something about Darren's stance to that,
not that he needed anything.
	
Terry nodded his head, "We have to, ever second that he is out there, is
another chance that someone will be hurt. You can't imagine what he can do
to a person Dar."

"Your going to murder someone Terry! I can't believe that your even capable
of something like that!" Darren's eyes opened a little wider, but he wasn't
hysterical.
	
"Darren, baby...listen, I want to show you something." Terry wasn't sure it
would work, but he couldn't stand Darren thinking him a murderer.
	
"What?" There was true suspicion in his voice and it cut Terry deeply.
	
"I am going to show you peter, or more truly, what he's become." Terry took
the hand that was twined within his own and held it to his heat. His own
right hand went to Darren's temple. He wove the strands of his own mind
into that of his lover's. They were one. He sent to Darren what Tep had
sent to him, all those months ago while hold up in a cave in a lost jungle.

"This is what Peter is Darren, he's not human anymore. He's something
older, and so much more cruel than anything you've ever seen before. He
doesn't grapple for money or even power over others. Those things are just
secondary for him. He wants death Baby, that is all he'll ever want till
he's dead. What little there was of peter that was worth saving is gone.

Terry removed the hand from Darren's temple, ceasing the flow of
images. Sights and sounds that had lived within the mind of a sentinel of a
race of man so long gone that only rumor of it survived. Tep's mind had
given to terry of his knowledge and now Terry had given to Darren. The
young man who only days before had worried about his ex boyfriend being a
bastard, had seen the bloodshed and horrors of a war fought before the
pharaohs or Egypt or the terra cotta warriors of china. He'd seen what now
walked the streets of new York city.

When his dark eyes opened again, he said only, "How can I help?"





	The first feeding was always the best, the rush of sensation, of
memory as the life of a person flowed into you. Humans were so much better
than the beasts of the field. Cho'quatl, needed to teach his new child so
much. And what an apt pupil he would be.
	
	'Richard' had gone out and within an hour had returned with two
beautiful young men. Cho'quatl had discovered this body's preferences and
was more than happy to oblige. Being of neither sex himself, he had no
distinction.
	The first boy was a beautiful Latino, small with a wiry musculature
that reminded Cho'quatal of the Indians of the jungle, he saved that one
for last. The other was a golden colored youth with hair dyed a deep
burgundy. This one with shining eyes was a delicious morsel. He cloths were
gone at a look from the dark eyes of Cho'quatl. He drank of the boy's soul
as he spit his fire into the boy's eager ass. He sucked his screams down
his throat with the boy's life. When he was done pounding his pleasure into
the boy's ruined anus, he dropped the lad, with just enough life left for a
healing later, on the ground.
	The darker one, he would be savored as well, though his torture
would be far longer. His poor luck. Cho'quatl controlled his small mind
with a will of iron and boy took jerking step after jerking step towards
him. When the dark chest encased in its taunt wife beater was almost
pressing against he pale red head's chest, he stopped. The slender hand
reached down and grabbed the boy's testicles in his hands. He pulled on
theme and twisted, but would nto let the boy fall. The force of his mind
kept the legs locked and stable.
	Taking on of the little balls between his thumb and forefinger, he
squeezed until he felt the little but rupture. He kissed the Latino then,
pulling him close and sucking his scream down with his life force. He could
feel the two different kinds of pain vie for dominance in the boy. A
thought sent to Richard and the boys lost his pants and the tight jockeys
he wore were ripped off his body with such force that he nearly fell down.
	There was no preparation, no lubrication needed, Cho'quatl took the
head of his dick, which had begun to alter just like the rest of his
body. It had had now started to sprout nubs that would later turn into
small spikes of flesh. He knew it would cause an agony for the young
man. He pushed in with all his strength. The tiny mortal pucker was no
resistance. He felt tissue tear and listened to the sounds of the boys'
screams as though they were a symphony to him.  His brimstone cum mixed
with the blood oozing out of the boy's ass, sizzling the carpet when it
dripped down.
	Cho'quatl laughed as he sipped at the boy's essence. Joined as they
were with his massive tool buried deep in the suffering hole, he could pull
the hot rich honey of the youth's life from him at any rate he wanted. But
the agony that came with a slow death, that lent potency. It would make it
a doubly more powerful feeding. He continued to slowly pulse into and out
of the boy's ass. The slurping sounds of torn tissue and flesh were
satisfying and would not let his cock soften.
	He loved the fragility of these human bodies. As it slowly began to
assume Cho'quatl's natural form, it would become easier to heal, and the
sensations would become even more profound and delicious.
	With some little irritation he let the boy drop, nowhere near dead,
but unconscious and that ruined the pleasure he could take from him. He
used a small amount of his hellish power and keep the boy from bleeding to
death, reuniting the opening that he'd torn just enough that it still hurt.
	He turned to Richard, who was watching with his eyes half lidded,
his own large tool slick with black cum. His hand beating so fast that it
could barely be seen. He felt his master's eyes on him and his back arched
as more of the black acid spurt from his body.
	"Let's clean up, tonight we do the hunting." His grin was scary in
its emptiness. He ushered his child, lover, slave, and partner into the
washroom and enjoyed the sensations as Richard washed him sometimes with
his tongue, sometimes with the sponge. When they were both cleaned they
left the bathroom and proceeded to dress in Richard's finest. Oddly enough
each selection that Cho'qautl tried on fit as though it were tailored to
his body. A marvelous feat considering how much larger Richard's body was
compared to the slender demigod.
	Their beatific bodies clad in the highest fashion they left the
apartment and walked into the rank hallway. The door closed and locked of
its own accord. As the elevator chimed its response to Richard's
outstretched hand, Cho'quatl smiled again, as he summoned up the direction
of the pulse of healing energy he'd felt the night before.
	He could feel his golden one's presence. He knew that Terry would
come to this city, just as he also knew that tonight he would have what
they sought to keep from him. He wanted to enjoy the little ant that had
thought to thwart him, but with the hunter so close, he daren't take any
chances. He'd made the mistake before of thinking that only the old one was
a danger. It wouldn't happen again.
	The taxi driver was most helpful with his directions as well, soon
they were headed for 'midtown'. The closer the got, the deeper Cho'quatl
smiled.
   


That is it for this chapter my friends. Next one will be longer, I know
cause I already wrote it. So it will be posted one day after this
one. Enjoy and remember, an indicment is not a conviction no matter what a
fifties something hooker name Arlene tells you. If you want to talk to me
about my stories, you think you have constructive criticism, or you just
want to chat, my email address is Kpettry2000@yahoo.com. I would be more
than happy to talk to you, as a little exposure to outside world would have
help both my writing and my complexion.