8 comments/ 46158 views/ 30 favorites Written in the Stars By: Pelaam Alonso Lassiter strode jauntily towards the office of his Master and mentor Professor Evander Kell. Alonso was the Professor's assistant as well as a part time teacher of The Classics. Alonso was pleased as the Professor had secured them both, as well as four students, places at an established Egyptian archaeology site for three weeks of the upcoming summer break. Alonso loved practical archaeology and as an added bonus, once again Gatrack would be their Guide. Somehow the enigmatic man always managed to be available as a Guide no matter where or when he and the Professor went on their travels. He tapped on the large, thick oak wood door and entered. The grey haired man sitting behind the oversized desk looked up and broke into a smile of pleasure. Despite being admittedly biased, the older man believed Alonso got more beautiful with each passing day. Luxuriant sable curls teased passed slender shoulders and were restrained in a tight ponytail. Chocolate brown eyes danced with the joy of living. The Cupid's bow lips were in a smile of happiness, displaying even white teeth. As the young man approached, Evander stood and walked round his table. Alonso stood a couple of inches shorter than the older man and was of a more slender frame. Without shame or discomfort, the two men embraced and Evander dropped a kiss on the upturned face. As the embrace ended, the older man cradled Alonso's chin and let his thumb run across Alonso's lower lip. "How goes the preparations of our charges, Lon?" Evander asked. "Well, Evander," the younger man replied enthusiastically. "Although it did take some time to persuade them that dinner suits would not be requisite," he added with a musical laugh. Evander joined in the laughter. The image of four young, dinner suited gentlemen sitting in the desert dust around a small camp-fire immediately springing to mind. His thumb once again traced Alonso's lip. "I remember when I did this for the first time," Evander said nostalgically. "My father had left me with you and I was trying to be brave and not cry. I bit my lip so hard it swelled," Alonso whispered. "You were afraid I had been stung. It became a part of our lives, just as I became a part of yours. Thank you for raising me." "It was no hardship, Lon," the older man assured. "You inherited your mother's beauty and your father's stubbornness and your intelligence from them both. I am only sorry they are not here to see the bright, beautiful and intelligent young man you have become." "I might have been none of those things without the guidance you and Harry gave. I wish Harry would accompany us one time," Alonso said pouting. "Harry detests anything that is not full of comfort and luxury. As usual he will await our return and for the three weeks thereafter I will indulge his every whim. Well ... most of them," Evander added with a mischievous wink. "He's been as wonderful to me as you have, Evander. You and Harry have cared for me since I was eight years old. I'll never forget my blood parents, but I regard you and Harry as my parents as well." "We knew we would never have a child, Lon," the older man said with tears brimming in his grey eyes. "But it has been our joy and our privilege to have you in our lives. You are regarded by us as our son. Now," he added more briskly, "if there is nothing more you need to do here, let us go home to Harry and enjoy the time the three of us have before the trip begins." Smiling companionably, the two men left. ************ Gatrack's green eyes roved restlessly at the milling crowds seeking his first glimpse of the group he sought. He was aware of the blue orbs that regarded him with amusement. "What?" he growled. "This will not bring your friends any sooner, Gat," came the warm rasp. "You have yet to meet Alonso, Viktor," Gatrack replied mysteriously. A half smile appeared on his face. It was half a smile as the other half of his face was affected by a palsy that inhibited much of such an expression. Gatrack stood a little over five feet tall, his spine slightly twisted. He wore Egyptian robes to try and disguise his infirmity, just as he wore his dark hair long and a shaggy beard to hide his facial defect. Viktor believed it actually drew more attention to the smaller man, but he owed so much to Gatrack, he did not want to jeopardise their friendship. The older man was always reluctant to talk about himself and that was something Viktor could empathise with. If Gatrack felt comfortable dressed as he was, that was his choice. "Ah yes," the rasp held an amused tone. "A veritable Adonis amongst us mere mortals," Viktor laughed. "If you are to be believed," he added glancing sideways at the other man. Gatrack was already appraising his younger companion. For all the banter, Viktor never normally bothered to greet their new clients. That was a chore he left to Gatrack when the older man was there. He regarded his friend affectionately. The shaggy blond hair was the colour of the desert sand. His eyes were the colour of its skies, although they could resemble the colour of stormy seas when the younger man was angry. Viktor was almost a foot taller and had a solid, powerful physique. Gatrack had met Viktor when travelling through Europe and they had developed a strong, if unusual, friendship. Gatrack always used Viktor when he had clients in Egypt, although he had sent the younger man to work in other countries. He had been absent when his friend had suffered an unpleasant experience at the hands of some American clients, but Viktor seemed resilient enough to have dealt with it and moved on. In a secret part of his heart, Gatrack hoped that Alonso and Viktor might find each in the other what they sought in their lives. Alonso was gentle, a nurturer and generous of heart, irrespective of the outside of the young man, Gatrack saw the inner beauty of Alonso's soul. He believed that Alonso's inherent caring nature would be the balm for his friend's more tortured spirit, healing past hurts. He also believed that Viktor's more forceful character and resilience would be a perfect counterpoint to and strength for, the younger man. He sighed quietly. That he had the friendship of these two attractive young men was a blessing he could never have dreamt of asking for. He knew that the friendship could never be more, although he fervently wished for his own life companion to love him faults and all. Movement ahead caught his attention and his half smile lit up his face. Without a second thought for the blond who was waiting with him, Gatrack darted into the milling crowds. Viktor blinked as Gatrack moved suddenly. It always caught him by surprise at how swiftly the smaller man could move, despite his body's deformity. He followed Gatrack's movement and then felt as though he had taken a physical blow to the chest emptying his lungs of air. His heart hammered and his stomach fluttered and something deep in his soul screamed 'mine'. He knew instinctively, immediately, which of the group was Alonso even before Gatrack reached him. He knew it as surely as the sun would rise again in the East. He watched fascinated as the slender youth and smaller man met in a tangle of arms and bodies. Although taller, Alonso seemed to be enveloped by Gatrack, both men smiling in joy. Viktor forced down the surge of jealousy that threatened to burst forth. He registered the startled looks of the students at the open display of affection. Taking a fortifying breath, he strode forward. His eyes narrowed as Gatrack and Alonso disentangled and the grey haired man, obviously Professor Kell, put a possessive hand on Alonso's slender shoulder. Viktor growled. The man was far too old for the boy nor had Gatrack mentioned the boy spoken for. He struggled to remember that it was none of his business either way however, a seed of doubt regarding Alonso had been planted in Viktor's mind. "I am Viktor Morte," he said formally as he reached the group. "I will be your Chief Guide and responsible for making any day to day arrangements for your needs. I can see that Gatrack needs no introduction," he added tightly. Gatrack frowned. Viktor's posture and speech reminded him of how he had been behaving six months previously, following the American incident. He wondered what could have triggered the change in just a scant two minutes. "Gatrack always tries to be available for our travels," Evander said amicably. "I'm Professor Kell, these are my archaeology students, Elias, Donald, Sam and Toby and this is my personal assistant Alonso." Viktor nodded at the four intense, youthful faces, but his attention immediately diverted to the sound of his name from perfect pink lips. "Viktor," Alonso tasted the name and found it delicious. The man was a veritable god, tall, powerful and devastatingly handsome. The younger man found himself suddenly nervous and hoping he did not embarrass himself in front of everybody. He extended his slim hand and found it enveloped by a larger, calloused paw. Viktor was surprised when sparks were not visible in the air around him and the beautiful boy. He certainly felt them; from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Heat pooled in his groin, leaving him thankful for the baggy pants and tunic he wore. As his lower regions throbbed approval of their physical contact, Viktor found himself drowning in eyes that were deep chocolate pools. A sharp cough from the Professor had Viktor reluctantly release his prize, bringing both men back to the present and the others around them. Gatrack smiled as Alonso's face pinkened and his eyes dropped shyly. He was certain that Viktor's reaction would have been far less innocent and virginal. "Lon, why not take the boys to the hotel and get them settled. Viktor, the Professor and I can discuss the more boring practicalities such as transport," Gatrack said. "Good idea," Evander seconded. Viktor stayed silent. He had no desire for the boy to leave his sight or his company. However, he found himself returning the shy smile that Alonso directed at him as he ushered the students past. "I look forward to seeing you later, Viktor," he said, colour staining the sculptured cheek. "You too, Gatrack," he added. Viktor nodded his agreement, his mouth seemingly unable to form the words necessary. "Away with you," Gatrack laughed as he swatted playfully at the departing younger man, pleased that his friends seemed taken with each other. ************ The journey to the camp was progressing ideally for Viktor. They were using a battered truck, driven by Gatrack with the Professor sitting up front with him. To Viktor's delight, Alonso had eschewed sitting in relative comfort to sit in the back of the truck with the students...and next to Viktor. "We often use horses for short journeys," Viktor said to the enthralled dark beauty. "Or for rides out into the desert itself." "Do you think I might get to ride?" Alonso asked breathlessly. The idea of he and Viktor riding alone sent pleasurable tingles throughout the slender body. "I am sure I can arrange something," Viktor replied. The thought of he and the boy, alone in the vastness of the desert had his body warming in anticipation. As they disembarked, Gatrack stood and issued his warning to Alonso and the students. "You are not to wander around alone at any time. The desert is perilous in and of itself and there are other dangers that lurk within it. There is a camp not far from here that is strictly off limits. Under no circumstances must you be persuaded by any to visit it or even go near it. Its master is dangerous and cruel. Do not make arrangements with workers from the other camps. Anything you want or wish to see, come to Viktor, the Professor or me. Do not buy anything without one of us present. Viktor, do you wish to add anything?" "Only to reiterate about the camp of Mahoud-el-Sidar. As far as the other workers on the site are concerned, one in particular should be avoided, a man by the name of Hamak." Viktor growled the despised name. Hamak was exceptionally dishonest and dangerous and had clashed a few times with the blond. Due to Viktor, his stealing and gambling had been discovered. Hamak had made a great show of humility and repentance, begging to be kept in work to support his family. He had been retained at the site, but the promotion he had been manipulating for himself had evaporated before his eyes like a desert mirage. Hamak remained simply one of the local general workers who toiled at the site. It did not surprise Viktor that Hamak's black eyes spat venom at him whenever they met. The next detail to attend to was the setting up of their camp. There were three reasonably sized tents for the group: one for the Professor and Alonso, one for Gatrack and Viktor and one for the four students. Each campsite kept some distance been itself and the next and at night camp fires and torches burned creating an illuminated avenue that stretched from the site out towards the desert. As the latest grouping to arrive, Professor Kell's people were furthest from the site and nestled against the dark dunes. Alonso gazed with pleasure at the sight before him: the landscape of the desert stretching one way and the pyramid being excavated in the other. He was happy to be there, doing work he enjoyed with people he loved. Loved. His dark eyes glanced furtively to where Viktor stood to one side. Every time he looked at the blond, his stomach gave the strangest flip and heat seemed to suffuse his young body. It was a reaction like no other he had ever experienced. Viktor was the most handsome man he had ever seen. He gave his slim form a critical glance. As much as Harry and Evander spoke of his attractiveness, he was nothing compared to the god-man Viktor Morte. Why would anyone as magnificent as Viktor be in the least interested in a skinny scholar like him? He sighed softly and headed to his students. Professor Kell gazed at Alonso's slender form. He and Gatrack had stayed up late the last night. Gatrack had spoken highly of the blond man, assuring Evander that he liked and respected the taciturn Viktor Morte. Gatrack's esteem counted heavily towards Evander being more comforted about the blond man being with his young ward, paying him court. Court. They were many miles from home and the one Evander would turn to for support was back there. He had hoped that any awaking thoughts of an amorous nature in Alonso would have been where he and Harry could have both been present to guide and advise. Alonso was young, but he was a man and had to be free, as a man, to make his own decisions. He glanced at the blond whose blue eyes followed Alonso's retreating body. This was one aspect of having responsibility for a child Evander wished he could avoid. He sighed softly and moved to join the youthful group. Viktor's blue eyes followed Alonso's every move. He had never felt such an intense and immediate attraction to anyone before. On the one hand, Gatrack had described the dark beauty to perfection and yet, on the other, not described him at all. What did he know of Alonso? Orphaned, raised in the Professor's household, a teacher, intelligent, beautiful ...so very, very beautiful and desired. Desired. Was it nothing more than mere lust that governed him? He had avoided a relationship for many months. Why would a gorgeous, intelligent young man be in the least interested in a damaged soul like him? He sighed softly moving to the camp. Gatrack watched all three with interest. He had seen the innocent response from Alonso and the way the boy cast shy glances at the blond. He had seen Viktor steal looks at Alonso when the younger man had not been looking, looks a man dying of thirst would never give up, not even for the sight of a cool oasis. He also saw the concern in Evander's eyes as the boy he loved as a son seemed to be experiencing his first stirrings of attraction. Attraction. Gatrack was certain it was more than that. Just as he was certain they would be a beautiful couple. However, he had not given thought of what would happen in just over two weeks when Alonso had to return home. He gave a heavenward glance: what would be would be. He determined to be there for all the men who shared a special place in his heart. He sighed softly as he descended into the camp. ************ The rest of the day sped by, already the third day of the trip. The young men were shown around the pyramid and the perimeter to familiarise themselves with their surroundings. They chatted to some of the other groups and saw the many and varied Guides and workers. Before being allowed anywhere on the site to begin practical work, they had returned to the camp and methodically checked their tools and what they were going to be permitted to do the next day. Finally, the four boys in particular, very tired they ended their day around the campfire. It did not take long for the students to excuse themselves to retire to their tent. Evander also stood and suggested he would be going to bed However before he could say anything further, Gatrack pulled up a blanket and reached to Alonso. "Let us go and look at the stars for a few minutes," he said employing his best puppy-dog expression. Alonso saw that Evander had been about to suggest that he also retired, but the younger man had hoped to spend some time with Viktor. He tried to hide a smile of delight as Gatrack prodded the blond with his foot. "You can come with us, that way Evander can retire without worrying about us." Viktor rose and followed the two smaller men. He had caught the frown on the Professor's face and chose to ignore it. He was happy to sit looking ostensibly at stars, when his attention would really be on Alonso. He smiled as Gatrack smoothed down the blanket and his smile widened when the smaller man arranged Alonso to sit in the centre. He took his place at Alonso's other side and his stomach fluttered at the smile of joy from the younger man. "It is rare that I get the opportunity to simply sit and relax with treasured friends," Gatrack said. The compliment warmed Viktor almost as much as the sheer presence of the beauty at his side. He smiled as he saw Alonso reward Gatrack with a hug and found himself wishing that the boy would so favour him. They sat in companionable silence for a while. "You know there are many tales of love written in the stars: platonic love such as that of Castor and Pollux as well as love such as between Andromeda and Perseus." Gatrack gave his half smile as he saw both younger men now fascinated by the canopy of stars above them. He moved quickly and was already standing before Viktor or Alonso realised what he was doing. "Viktor, stay a few more minutes with Lon. It's a treat for him to be able to sit like this." He waved as he headed to camp. Alonso could not help the shiver at Gatrack's words. It was a treat, but not for watching the night sky as on previous occasions. This time, the treat was Viktor's company. Viktor glanced apprehensively at the younger man. Would Alonso be happy to be left with him? He took in the shiver from the slender body. "Do you wish to stay a while?" he asked as he unwound a sash from his waist. "If it is no trouble to you," Alonso murmured. "Gat didn't really present you with much choice." "Stand a moment," Viktor instructed. He spread out the sash, which was just large enough for the two to sit on. He retrieved the blanket and as he sat next to the younger man, he wrapped the blanket around them. "Better?" he asked as the shivers ceased. "Much," Alonso replied. He felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. He was pressed close enough to the older man to be able to smell the spicy cologne and the clean masculine scent of the blond. Unconsciously he pressed closer. Written in the Stars January 14 2008: A news report comes on the television. News anchor: Hello and welcome to Channel 9 News. I'm Randy Deville and here are our top stories: Scientists were baffled today when Jupiter apparently teleported 250 quadrillion miles along its orbit yesterday evening. Our reporter Sandy Underwood is in Chicago at the 'College Of Constellationary Kinetics' to find out more about this strange phenomenon. Sandy: Yes thank you Randy, It was around 9:45 yesterday evening when astrologers around the world reported that Jupiter appeared to vanish from the sky. However NASA scientists managed to relocate the planet around an hour later some four years ahead of its orbit. I am joined by Dr Clarence Acula, the head of the Jupiter wing of the Chicago 'College of Constellationary Kinetics'; Doctor, has anyone yet managed to explain how such an extraordinary event could occur? Dr Acula: No they haven't. To our knowledge this is the first time in universal history that any heavenly body has travelled from one point in space to another instantaneously. This is a very worrying time for scientists as what has happened is completely impossible. Sandy: Some scientists have suggested that Jupiter may have fallen into a miniature black hole or some similar space phenomenon, what do you say to this? Dr Acula: I say that the future of science is in dire trouble if seemingly educated people are claiming such preposterous possibilities. Black holes destroy whole galaxies, annihilating all in their path. They do not act as chauffeurs for impatient planets that fancy a day trip to the other side of the Solar System. I am afraid there is no answer to this phenomenon and I only hope it is a one off freak occurrence as it could have disastrous consequences on the future of our solar system and all life as we know it if planets just up and move like this. Sandy: Thank you very much Doctor. Randy, back to you in the studio. Randy: Thank you Sandy. With me now in the studio is Cosmic Clive, Astrologist for the Ghetto Gazette. Clive, what effect is this event going to have from an astrological viewpoint? Clive: Well Randy, this is going to have a huge impact on our daily lives. Jupiter was due to have a very active role in 2008, especially in regards to love life, so this sudden shift in position will mean a whole new outlook for 2008 with all star signs. Randy: Is it possible to tell the nature of how things will be different. Clive: It's a little too soon to be sure to be honest Randy. As I mentioned, Jupiter's main influence for 2008 was to be in relation to love and sex. However it will take a little while to determine whether this new position will give Jupiter more or less bearing over the coming year. We could therefore be seeing either an unexpectedly barren year for romance, or conversely the greatest opportunity for love some of us may get in our lifetime; it's just a little early to tell right now. Randy: Thank you Clive. In other news, Gary Kasparov today cried foul when he was beaten at chess by a highly trained Rhesus monkey. Mr. Kasparov... The television screen went blank, the sound of the news replaced by one of mysterious and maniacal laughter. Sinister Stranger: Bwa Ha Ha, Bwa Ha Ha. IT works! It works! Everything is falling into place. March 14th 2008, 1:59pm: Two mysterious hands held a copy of the Ghetto Gazette as their owner read the front page News story: POLE STAR DISAPEARS Boy scouts everywhere unable to find way home. Two months after the Jupiter teleportation mystery, astronomers were again in a state of shock when Polaris disappeared out of the night sky. Experts say that the nature of the disappearance was similar to the way that Jupiter had vanished previously but as yet, intense sky searches have not managed to locate the star's new position if indeed it has one. The owner of the mysterious hands cackled to himself: "Soon! Soon all shall be complete. With Jupiter out of the way, I can control how the Earth loves and now I have thwarted Polaris, society will only have me to guide them! Mwa Ha Ha! ...There is just one more thing that needs to be done..." June 7th 2008, 9:10am: A sinister mop of blond hair stared at the news site's headline: SCIENTISTS FINALLY FIND THE CLITORIS! (AND SHOW OFF THEIR 2 BILLION MILE LONG DICK.) In the latest and most bizarre yet of the recent changes in the night sky, astronomers discovered two new constellations in the night sky. Located in between the Scorpio and Libra constellations, the new star groups bear an uncanny resemblance to the human sex organs. Clearly visible to the naked eye, millions of people have taken to star gazing in order to view the new phenomena and there cannot be any doubt; Scorpio has a giant cock pointed at Libra's vagina. Preliminary results have also suggested that there is a small group of bright stars within the vagina which form a shape almost like that of a clitoris. However none of the scientists working on the case have the sufficient expertise to confirm or deny this theory. On the zodiac side of things, the astrological significance of these new signs is being strongly debated by horoscope readers the world over. Astrologists the world over are torn over whether these new star positions will have a greater affect on peoples' luck or their love life. Septic Sally, astrologer for the UK tabloid: 'The Moon' said: "These new signs could have much or little effect on our daily lives." The blond mop cackled a familiar cackle before turning away from his computer screen. Facing him now was a giant super computer and four bound and gagged, naked girls. Each girl represented one of the four basic hair colours: blonde, brunette, redhead and bright pink. Now I expect you are all wondering why I brought you all here." He announced in a supervillainlike tone. "Well in order for you to truly understand what fate awaits you I have prepared a PowerPoint presentation." With that the man pushed a button in his hand and a giant picture of the Solar System was projected onto the wall behind him. Pasted over the top of this picture in brightly coloured Word Art was the title: 'My over elaborate plot to make 1/12th of the world's women desperate to fuck me.' By Edward Case. What followed was a 45minute long presentation involving algebraic equations, long words and many many diagrams that basically explained how he had built a machine that was able to move the stars and planets themselves. Thus, using carefully calculated horiscopal science, he had managed to create a star map which would mean that all Libran women would from now on be completely besotted with Scorpio males to the point of actually begging them for sex if that's what it took. The presentation also went on to explain that this phase of Scorpio and Libra's lifestyle would last exactly one hundred years and that all that was now required for this new destiny to begin was for Polaris to be positioned in the centre of the clitoris cluster within the vagina constellation. The presentation finished on a page entitled: Potential Issues, which listed variables such as: * Effect on other ten star signs as well as male Libra and female Scorpio unknown. * No way of protecting against being seduced by the ugly or obese. * Jessica Alba is not a Libra. * Medical science may make it possible for me to be sexually active for more than the next hundred years. * Effect on transsexuals unknown. * Girls will be more likely to want to try the devil's threesome over the good kind. "And that's all there is too it," concluded Edward, in a few minutes you will all become uncontrollably horny and only a Scorpio cock will satisfy your craving. Are there any questions?" The girls screamed some muffled objections into their gags but they could not say anything intelligible and so had to just stand and watch in fear as Edward manoeuvred the final star into position. This fear soon turned to lust as all four girls found their attentions turning to the now irresistible man at the computer terminal. Seeing the faces of all four girls simultaneously go from scared to horny caused Ed's own face to break into a broad smile; the 'Badass Gravity Pump' ™ had worked and these girls were now his for the taking. And Ed planned to take each one of these girls many times before the night was over. Ed opened up a collection of spreadsheets he had prepared earlier on his computer; he had run a series of simulations prior to his capture of the four luscious Librans in order to determine in which order they would be most fun to screw. Seventeen hours of carefully carried out formulaic equations deduced that losing one's virginity to the blonde would 78.43576854% likely be the most satisfying (with a margin of error of 1.957%). After running the formula one last time for good luck, Ed removed the gag from the squirming young blonde. "Typical Scorpio, going to this much trouble just for sex," muttered the girl as she watched her captor slowly undo each of the locks binding her in place. "I just hope the rest of you is as Scorpion as your brain, God I need to get some long arachnid tail inside me soon!" A moment later the final lock was undone and the blonde was free to jump her assailant. She hungrily removed his trousers and underwear before leaping into his arms. Luckily Ed was quite well built for a computer scientist and so had no problem supporting the extra weight as the girl plunged down over his erect and waiting cock. Her cries of pleasure echoed round the lab (much to the frustration to the three watching Librans) whilst her pussy hungrily gobbled up Ed's grateful man meat. The blonde's pussy was so soft and bouncy that Ed had to focus all of his thoughts on not blowing his load too soon. Images of his precollege career in window washing came into his head in a bid to hold off a premature Y-frontal explosion, but it would only be a brief stall as the blonde with the bimbo eyes continued to pound. Ed's virginity was in its dying seconds when he had a brain wave. Grabbing the blonde on the up thrust, he held her tightly just above his quivering cock. The blonde gave a cry of frustration that she had been stopped to close to the climax, but Ed did not let go, he had just had a brainwave. Caught up in a flurry of inspiration Ed shouted out the three other girls' locks' override code: Fibonacci! And almost instantly the other girls were free and heading his way. Ed now released the blonde from his grip and she recommenced her lustful assault on his manhood, he on the other hand, was banking on the diplomatic and sociable nature of the average Libran to give him the sexual experience of his lifetime, (or indeed the lifetime of somebody who had actually had sex before this moment) he wasn't to be disappointed. As if following some preset instructions, the pink and the redhead flanked either side of Ed's ball sack and thanks to the blonde's courtesy in slowing her pace, they took it upon themselves to lick and suck a ball each (although the odd clash of tongue was also unavoidable). Whilst this tour de foreplay was happening round front, the brunette had decided to take the rear. Kneeling behind her target, she began to run her tongue down Ed's arse. Hungry lapping against Ed's arsehole was interspersed with tender kissing of his buttocks, the brunette worked at her captor's rear end like a girl who'd been eating arse her whole life. It truly would not be an exaggeration to say that Ed Case was in his own personal heaven, cock pounded, balls sucked, arse eaten, he couldn't have wished for more. It seemed that his body agreed with him, a few moments later Ed erupted inside the joyous blonde, spraying what felt like gallons of cum deep inside of her (even if his own research suggested it was probably more like 3.7ml). Ed struggled to stay on his feet as the blonde slowly began to come down from her own powerful orgasm but like the trooper he was, he managed it. A few minutes later, the five naked persons were collapsed in a heap, Ed and the blonde exhausted from all the coming and the bouncing, the other free quiet coming to a conclusion as to what order they get to have Ed once he's ready to go again. Pretty soon, the redhead (who had won the pleasure of going next) was trying to encourage Ed's cock to get up off the canvas for just one more round. She began to toy with and tease the flaccid member with her tongue and soon, 'Little Ed' was stirring into life again. As the other girls each began to take up a role in the next round of the orgy, Ed just decided to lie back and enjoy. Quite frankly he couldn't believe all this was happening to him. Then again it was in his nature to be suspicious, he was a typical Scorpio. Written in the Stars For Viktor it was paradise and purgatory. He wanted to wrap his arms around the other man and kiss him senseless. However, he restrained his baser instincts, barely. Thus a tradition was born for the next two nights. Alonso, Viktor and Gatrack would leave the camp and sit on the dune to watch the stars. Viktor noticed that the time the older man spent with them decreased each time. He began to wrap his arms around the slender body of the younger man as they sat silently contemplating the vast desert sky. Viktor was afraid of scaring Alonso away and uncertain of the boy's response to an attempt to further press his suit and Alonso was too shy and inexperienced to know how to react. ********* On the sixth day, the students and Evander were working inside the pyramid. Alonso had opted to sift through baskets of dirt. If the younger man was honest, it gave him more opportunity to see Viktor. The blond casually sat unobtrusively nearby. However, his eyes followed every move of the lissom body. He frowned and began to walk towards Alonso as the boy dropped to his knees. As he reached the young man, Alonso looked up at him, his eyes dancing with joy. "Look, Viktor," he said holding up an ancient trinket. As he stood, the men were mere inches apart. For Viktor, the value of the trinket was as nothing compared to the value of seeing Alonso so happy. He was close enough to smell the light citrus cologne the younger man preferred. He could feel the boy's heat. His eyes devoured the sight of the pink tongue that darted out to lick at the perfect lips. Viktor neither knew nor cared which of them moved first. His next clear thought was that one of his arms was clasped tightly around a slender waist; the other was at the back of Alonso's head, tilting the beauty to the prefect angle. Then his lips finally ... finally took possession of those they had coveted since the first time he and Alonso had met. He pressed against Alonso's closed mouth, lips rubbing against lips and Viktor felt the frisson from head to toe. Growling softly, his tongue lapped at the seam of Alonso's lips until with a gasp, they flowered open for him. Before they could close, Viktor pressed forward. His tongue invaded the warm wet cavern beyond. He could feel this was the boy's first time and a primal part of him took special delight in realising he was the first to know the boy this way. His tongue tasted and explored and entwined around Alonso's slick muscle sucking it into his own mouth. He became aware that he was the only thing holding the boy upright. Withdrawing slowly, Viktor guided the younger man to sit on a boulder and gazed with possessive passion at the dazed beauty, whose kiss-swollen lips bore testimony to Viktor's desire. "Alonso. Alonso, are you alright?" The voice instantly grated on Viktor's ears. He growled his displeasure at the sound of the Professor's voice. He wanted to be alone with his boy. Viktor's eyes narrowed angrily as the older man fussed around Alonso. "I'm fine, Evander," Alonso assured. "It was just...the excitement of the moment." Deep brown eyes met intense blue and Viktor gave a tight smile as Alonso held aloft the trinket. "I'll get you some water," he offered. He had no desire to see the Professor clucking around the boy. Evander waited till Viktor was out of earshot. "Alonso?" he asked. "He kissed me," Alonso sighed. "It was wonderful." "Alonso," the Professor sighed as he got no response. "Alonso, look at me and listen to me." He took in the sight of the younger man; Alonso looked as though transported by joy. "Please, son. Remember we have just two weeks here. Think about what will happen when we return home." Evander sighed again. It was clear that Alonso was barely hearing him. "Alonso, for my sake, please." He squeezed a slim shoulder and Alonso gazed up at his surrogate father and mentor reaching to caress the older man's cheek. Viktor stopped and watched the interaction. His instincts told him the boy was an innocent, but there was something about the relationship with the Professor; the way they touched intimately and easily that brought Viktor's anger and jealousy to the fore. An unwanted memory arose. The memory of the group of Americans; where one dark, attractive man had been so friendly, so easy to talk to. They had become more than friends, but when the time came for intimacy, he had professed virginity and asked to be able to take Viktor. Viktor has agreed willingly, only to find that on the return to camp his 'lover' left him and collected his winnings. The group had taken bets on how quickly Viktor would be bedded. The memory sent anger and humiliation surging through the blond. A part of him screamed that Alonso was not the same man whilst in another, amongst his festering doubts and insecurities, the earlier seed of doubt now took root. All it would need was the right catalyst for it to germinate. *********** Night could not come quickly enough for Alonso. He wanted to sit under the stars. He wanted Viktor to kiss him again. As much as he loved Gatrack, he almost vibrated with impatience until the older man left. "Are you alright?" Viktor's soft rasp reached Alonso's ear as Gatrack disappeared from view. "No ... yes, I'm fine," Alonso stuttered as he turned to face Viktor. He knew his breathing was little more than shallow gasps. He was afraid he would faint if Viktor kissed him again and certain he would combust if he did not. A soft whimper of need that the younger man had no words to express slipped free. "Do you want me to kiss you again?" Viktor's voice was like a caress of dark silk and Alonso moaned quietly. Viktor did not wait for verbal permission; the submissive body language was all the permission he needed. As their lips met, he pressed the pliant boy to the ground, covering the top half of the slender frame. His mouth possessed Alonso's, his tongue slipping inside with proprietary ease. As he kissed eyes, cheeks and the delectable lips, one hand slid beneath the boy's shirt to caress soft warm skin. His fingers encountered a small nipple and as he kissed, he pinched the innocent flesh. The wanton moan from the inexperienced young man flamed Viktor's desire. He flipped open a few buttons and pulled the shirt aside to display his prize. The boy's small brown nipple was haloed by a wide, dark disc of aureole. Viktor licked the disc, savouring the taste and relishing the tightening of the small nub. He sucked the tiny teat into his mouth to an impassioned cry of his name. As he sucked and nipped, his hand slid lower... touching, caressing, delving between the boy's spread legs, feeling the hard evidence of the success of his seduction. Alonso thrashed and cried as his hardness was touched by another for the first time. "Please, no ...I have never...I do not..." he was so lost in the maelstrom of sensation he found himself incapable of coherent speech. His hips instinctively thrust as Viktor's hand traced his hidden flesh. "Have you stroked yourself to completion?" Viktor growled. "Yes...but..." "Then you know it is pleasurable. Let me give you pleasure." Viktor did not wait for the boy to reply. His mouth fastened over Alonso's his tongue thrusting in and out, opening the younger man's mouth wider. As he did, his hand unfastened the buttons to Alonso's pants. He slid his hand inside the rough khaki and then beneath soft cotton to take hold of hard, damp flesh. The touch was all it took. Alonso's scream was swallowed by Viktor's mouth as the boy's seed pulsed over the older man's hand. Alonso's release triggered Viktor's and the bigger man grunted into Alonso's mouth as he came inside his pants. As he recovered his senses, Viktor felt ashamed of his actions. He took in the sight of the satiated boy beneath him. Quickly he refastened Alonso's clothing, but he was unable to resist using his tongue to clean the boy's release from his hand. He looked again at his...lover? A soft smile played around Alonso's lips. Viktor was mortified to think he had taken advantage of Alonso, of his youth and inexperience. He was further shamed to realise he still did not know what he felt for this beautiful boy. Was it love or simply lust; was it devotion or base desire? "Viktor," the soft voice drew his attention and Viktor knew he had no answers for himself, much less the dreamy boy. "We need to get back to camp," he said gruffly. "The Professor will be concerned." "So tired," Alonso's eyes opened and closed and Viktor gasped at the look of love they held. It was so swift; it left Viktor even more uncertain. Was the look for him, or in response to his mentioning Professor Kell? He pulled the unresisting body into his arms realising the boy was asleep. He carried Alonso to the tent he shared with the Professor. Ignoring the look of disapproval, he laid his precious bundle onto the designated cot. He was certain he heard a murmur of his name as he did and he smiled softly. "We fell asleep, Professor," he lied brazenly. "Sorry." He would have liked to kiss Alonso as the boy spoke his name, but knew he could not under the glare of the Professor. He returned to his own tent, which was in darkness. As such he did not see the self-satisfied smile on Gatrack's face. However, if the older man had known of the thoughts racing through Viktor's jumbled and confused mind, the smile would have been far less smug. ********** Viktor Morte was not a happy man. He had tried unsuccessfully throughout the day to speak to Alonso. Each time, something, or rather someone thwarted his attempts. Professor Kell seemed determined to ensure Viktor got nowhere near Alonso. He had seen Gatrack watching the exchanges with a confused look and once his friend had spoken to the Professor receiving a vehement shake of the head in response to whatever he had said. As a result, his body was burning with desire to be with Alonso. The more he was denied the boy's company, the more he wanted it. This time it was Viktor who wanted Gatrack gone. Alonso seemed oblivious to the fire coursing through Viktor's veins. The blond had intended that this night they would talk and learn about each other. They would spend time exploring what they each felt to see if there was any hope of a relationship beyond what they snatched beneath the desert's night sky. However, the physical need for Alonso had been made so great by the Professor's machinations to keep them apart, that Viktor's intentions dissolved as soon as Gatrack moved. Immediately he set about kissing Alonso senseless. As his tongue reacquainted itself with the sweetness of Alonso's mouth, Viktor unfastened the young man's shirt fully. He straddled the smaller man to a wide-eyed gaze and his hands ran possessively over a smooth hairless chest and abdomen. His fingers plucked at the twin cinnamon nubs before his mouth dropped to nip and suck at first one then the other to leave reddened, throbbing peaks of excited flesh. Alonso had never contemplated that so much pleasure could be derived from one's nipples. His hands came shyly to hold Viktor's head as he arched into the erotic caress and whimpered as intense pleasure bordered on exquisite pain. He writhed mindlessly and then realised that Viktor's shirt had been tossed aside. Hesitantly his hands reached to stroke at the blond fur of the powerful chest. His finger traced one thick, pink nub with its small aureole and was amazed as it tightened at his touch and at the noise Viktor made. Viktor moved to sit astride Alonso's thighs. Without asking he unfastened the boy's pants and released the smooth hard rod previously hidden from his predatory gaze. He licked his lips at the sight of the smooth rosy column and knew he wanted to taste Alonso as the boy climaxed: but not this time. He leant to recapture an aching nipple into his mouth as his hand stroked firmly. He felt the tight grip of one hand in his hair, another on his bicep as his thumb flicked over the swollen head of Alonso's arousal. Sitting up, he released his own demanding hardness. His long, thick flesh was an angry red. Swooping downwards he latched his mouth at the juncture of Alonso's neck and shoulder. Biting a succulent morsel of the sweet flesh into his mouth, he sucked hard as his hand flew over satin encased steel. With an undulating wail, he felt Alonso reach his peak and hot liquid spurted between and over their sweat damp bodies. Groaning, Viktor moved, his tongue swiping voraciously to devour the beautiful boy's crème. "Touch me," he demanded, grasping Alonso's hand and encircling around his need. "Put you hand on me. Make me come." He groaned as Alonso's hand hesitantly tried to pleasure him. "Hold me tighter," he ordered. "Pump faster." His eyes, a blue fire of passion ablaze in their depths, locked with the sated chocolate orbs of Alonso. His hips began to buck into the tunnel that Alonso's hand provided. He reached for Alonso's free hand and guided it to his furred sac. The twin sensations sent Viktor over the edge. He threw back his head, smothering his roar of completion as his seed adorned the caramel skin of the boy beneath him. Panting, Viktor drew a shaking finger through his seed. He rubbed it over Alonso's red, swollen lips and licked them clean. He watched intently as Alonso's pink tongue appeared to hesitantly lick at his own lips. Viktor recovered his finger and held it to Alonso's mouth. "Taste me," he growled. He felt a surge of primal triumph as Alonso sucked and fed on his cream. Alonso was unsure he would like to taste Viktor, but the other man's dominance was impossible to resist. He was surprised to find that he was not repulsed. Apart from a slightly bitter, salty taste there was another flavour, that of Viktor himself. He closed his eyes as he sucked. Viktor reluctantly pulled his fingers free from the unintentionally sinful mouth. Already his sated shaft was twitching, signalling its desire to be in the warm, wet haven of Alonso's mouth. "We have to get back..." Viktor murmured. "Evander," Alonso nodded. This time, Alonso walked back to the camp. He was elated that Viktor held tight to his hand. His tent was illuminated, showing the Professor to still be awake. After the intense intimacy they had shared, Viktor felt a surge of the jealousy he refused to acknowledge. To recognise the jealousy, would be to have to face the reasons behind it and Viktor still felt unready for that step, despite how unfair that was on Alonso. He saw the fleeting look of disappointment on the boy's face as Alonso realised there would be no kiss goodnight and Viktor stood and watched with growing unnamed agitation as Alonso's silhouette merged with that of Professor Kell's. Growling his displeasure unintelligibly, Viktor moved away from the tent. Approaching his own, he snarled as he saw Hamak skulking around the area. "What are you doing here?" Viktor's voice was low and deadly, but did not affect the older Egyptian. "You do not own the desert, Death," came the quiet reply. Viktor could hear the hatred dripping from Hamak's voice. He smiled grimly at the translation of his surname. He had chosen Morte for just that reason. "This is not your camp" he growled his retort. "No more my camp than you own the dark haired beauty," Hamak hissed malevolently. "I saw him many times today in the arms of his true master, the grey haired man." Under other circumstances, Viktor would never have risen to Hamak's baiting. However, this time, the words voiced his long suppressed insecurities. Jealousy sang in his blood and the seed of doubt sprouted. Long, cold tendrils entwined around Viktor's heart and he shook with barely suppressed rage. He had been humiliated once before and he would not permit that to happen again. "Go to their tent," Hamak's sibilant voice was like a serpent's. "See how they touch, how the boy bends to his master's will." Turning on his heel, Viktor strode purposefully back. He was so angry that he failed to see the small shadow trailing in his wake. A red haze was before his eyes and he flung open the tent flaps. Professor Kell stood with one hand on Alonso's hip, the other rubbed sensuously across the boy's lower lip. The words finally penetrated his haze of fury. "...entranced. What do you intend to do?" *********** On entering his tent, Alonso had smiled to see his guardian still awake. Evander had stood, smiling at Alonso's return. He was sorry for keeping the two men apart. He and Alonso had a long talk late in the day. Evander had confessed he had not passed messages from the blond to Alonso, worried that in some way Viktor had taken advantage of his ward. He had listened to Alonso's assurances that nothing had happened that he had not wanted. In addition he had received a lot of talking to from Gatrack. With a self-depreciating smile Evander had realised that despite his intentions to leave Alonso to make his own decisions, he was interfering. The two men moved to hug and Evander had then held Alonso in their usual embrace. "So, now that you are entranced," Evander smiled caressing Alonso's lip absently. "What do you intend to do?" *********** "Nothing!" Both men turned with shock as the word was spat at them from Viktor. "Your little whore will do nothing." In his anger, Viktor no longer thought rationally. A part of his mind screamed that Alonso was an innocent, but that was drowned out by his mindless fury. Viktor no longer saw Alonso, instead he saw the American that had betrayed and humiliated him and he unleashed six months of pent up emotion and anger. "I was deceived once before by one professing to be an innocent. 'Let me take you so I will know what to expect.'" Viktor quoted his betrayer. Alonso stepped back from the man before them. He barely recognised Viktor as the man who had loved him just a few short minutes ago. This Viktor frightened him and the words he used were like daggers slashing into Alonso's virginal heart. He held up a hand as much to try and shield himself from the hurtful tirade as to deny the accusations. "You speak like a fool," Evander thundered trying to take control of the situation. "To have been deceived twice would be foolish," Viktor countered. "I was taken in by a boy with the face and body of an angel and the soul of a demon." He did not see the fist that slammed into his face and sent him precipitating to the floor. The sudden pain, however, had him coming back to his senses. "Get away from here and keep away from my son," Evander snarled angrily at the stunned blond and then turned away with a pained groan of; "Oh dear God, Alonso," Viktor sat immobile and then cringed at the distressed sounds from inside the tent. One word echoed throughout his disoriented mind. 'Son'. Professor Kell had called Alonso 'son'. His hands covered his face. What had he done? He regretted every cruel and unjust word he had spoken in his ill-placed anger. Staggering to his feet, Viktor fought against the bile that threatened to choke him. He moved quickly to the edge of the desert where he vomited repeatedly until only dry heaves were left. He crawled away from his mess, tears falling unheeded. As he tried to rise, he was shoved forcefully onto his back. A small dark form straddled him, but it was the large glittering knife at his throat that kept him motionless. "You bastard, Viktor. You utter, utter bastard. I heard every word you said. How could you? How could you say those things of Alonso?" Gatrack was shaking with his fury and failed to notice his knife nick Viktor's throat "I saw them in each other's arms. I thought..." "No, Viktor," Gatrack hissed. "You did not think. You didn't think at all. I'm your friend, or I thought I was. Did you honestly believe I would be party to some trick to deceive you? That I would introduce you to Alonso, leave the two of you alone to get to know each other, with the thought of hurting you at the back of my mind? What did you two talk about? Did you not get told that Evander and his partner Harry, his partner of over twenty five years, raised Alonso as their son when his parents were killed on their last excavation?" Written in the Stars Two spots of high colour on Viktor's otherwise pallid face told Gatrack all he needed to know. "Viktor," he said more quietly. "Alonso not thinking to talk in the heady experience of his first romance, his first time in love, I can understand. You, however, I expected better from you. I trusted you with Alonso. You have betrayed that trust." "Why not use that thing?" Viktor's eyes slid to the knife at his throat. "Nothing could hurt me more than the way I feel now. It wasn't Alonso I was speaking to; it was the American. Alonso will never want me near him again. I've lost him." Viktor's voice was forlorn. He had abused an innocent in his care. He had taken what he wanted from the beautiful boy, not giving the virginal young man time or opportunity to deny him. He had taken as he wanted, when he wanted and Alonso had thought it done with love. He had been jealous because he had loved Alonso and been too afraid to admit it; too afraid that he would be rejected to think about the consequences of his actions on a guiltless young man. Now he had destroyed what should have been the best thing to have ever happened to him. He had spat vile, hurtful words at an innocent who deserved so much better. Who had deserved to have been wooed gently as befitted a first love. He wanted to crawl into a hole in the desert, curl up and remain there. "Oh no, my friend," Gatrack said sheathing his knife safely. "You do not get off so easily." He smiled grimly at the shocked look from the blond. "You and I are going back to the camp. You are going to apologise to Evander and you are going to apologise and explain to Alonso. I don't know whether he will accept it. I'm not even sure I want him to," he added candidly. But you *will* apologise and it *will* be tonight." Reluctantly, Viktor trailed after Gatrack. His stomach rolled as Gatrack tapped on the tent pole. What do you want?" Evander hissed at Viktor and then looked in confusion at the line of blood across Viktor's throat and at Gatrack who stood to the side. "Tell him," Gatrack said tonelessly. "I came to apologise to you and to Alonso and to try and explain my actions." "What makes you think I will allow you anywhere near Alonso again?" Evander asked pugnaciously. "Because Alonso is a man," Viktor said standing a little straighter. "Because the decision to forgive me...or not and to hear me out...or not is Alonso's to make." Evander stared from one man to another for a few moments. The decision was Alonso's but the boy was so upset. He caught Gatrack's eye and the minute nod. Evander sagged, defeated. It was Alonso's choice. He stepped past Viktor to stand outside. As Viktor entered the tent all the words he had begun to fashion into an apology fled his mind. There was an acrid smell in the enclosed space and a bucket at the side of Alonso's cot was doubtless the origin. He took in the frail, wan faced young man and felt his heart would break. "Oh, Lon, I'm so sorry, so very, very sorry." Pained eyes regarded him warily as Alonso moved to sit up in his cot. "I've never begged another in my life, Lon," Viktor continued. "But I'm begging now. Please, please forgive me. Give me a chance to explain. Please don't turn me away." Viktor dropped to his knees, his head to the floor and his body began to shake with his sobs. He was slowly aware of arms trying to wrap around him and husky sounds in his ear. He raised his head to gaze directly into Alonso's face. Tears streamed down the beloved visage and he tried shakily to rub them away. "Forgive me," he pleaded. "You hurt me so much," Alonso's voice was a hoarse croak. "Sorry, so sorry," Viktor moaned clutching desperately to the slim form. "Please," he begged again. ************* Outside the tent, Evander was kept at a discreet distance by Gatrack. The younger man knew Viktor was truly sorry for the hurt he had inflected. He was sure that Alonso's generous heart would recognise this. That was his main reason for enforcing the apology so quickly. He prayed that the two young men that he loved could find a way past this painful episode. ************** Alonso looked at the shaking blond. He was certain the apology was heartfelt. He needed to know it would not happen again, what had triggered Viktor's words, but for now there was only one thing he could say. "Yes." The single word was barely more than a whisper but it brought a surge of hope to Viktor's soul. He pulled back a little and pressed fervent kisses to the tear-stained face and his heart soared as Alonso began to return them. Viktor forced himself to stand, pulling Alonso with him, not wanting his hurting mate to kneel any longer. His hands slid to taut buttocks to lift the smaller man and slender legs wrapped around his waist. He moved to the cot away from the bucket and lay down; ensuring Alonso was tucked tightly to his body, cradled to his chest. Words tumbled incoherently from Viktor's lips; words of gratitude, endearments and promises. One thing which Viktor kept as clear as crystal in his mind was the fact he was being given a second chance; one he would not squander. He would woo and cherish the angel in his arms as Alonso deserved, as Viktor should have from the outset. He felt the slim body go lax against his own and he kept pressing soft kisses to the curly hair until he, too slipped into sleep. Outside the tent, Gatrack and Evander paced like anxious parents awaiting news of an imminent birth. It took several long moments for them to realise that there were no more moving shadows or muted sounds coming from inside the tent. Cautiously, the tent flap was opened and they peered inside. They saw Viktor lying in Evander's cot with Alonso mostly on top of the blond, their arms and legs entwined. Evander cast a frantic glance at Gatrack. "It seems as though Viktor is forgiven," he said dryly. "What about me?" Evander hissed back. "There will be a spare cot in my tent tonight the dark man said with a half smile. "Leave them be, Evander. And leave them in the morning. I will tell you what happened to Viktor as I am sure he will tell Alonso. Let them have some time to work this out." Evander sighed but saw no other course of action. He doused the tent lamp and followed Gatrack to his tent. *********** Viktor awoke feeling fragile and exhausted with a warm weight across his chest. He glanced down to see Alonso's dark curly hair. He smiled at the way their bodies fit so well together. He cuddled the smaller man tightly, nuzzling gently at soft skin. He smiled again as sleepy brown eyes opened to regards him steadily. "I am sorry, Lon," Viktor offered again. "I forgave you, Viktor," Alonso reminded. "But I need to know why it happened and that it is past. Can we move on from this, Viktor?" "I want that more than anything, Lon," Viktor said fervently. Slowly he lowered his mouth to Alonso's and kissed him gently. He received a soft smile and pulled the lithe body closer. "The world always seems a better place when you are in my arms," Viktor whispered. "I should have told you so more often. "I always felt safe with you," Alonso confessed, kissing at the scratch across Viktor's throat. "I want you to feel safe," Viktor said. "Safe, needed, wanted and loved. You are loved, Lon. I love you." "I love you, too," Alonso's heart soared. "Let me tell you what happened to me, although it is no excuse for how I behaved last night. Then you can tell me about your life with the Professor. ************ That night, Alonso and Viktor did not go to the dune with Gatrack. Instead they left taking a blanket for themselves and headed to a different one. Evander made no attempt to interfere. When the two young men had finally made an appearance earlier that day, neither hid the love they had for the other. It seemed to almost glow between them. When they reached their dune, the two men settled on the blanket. Clothing melted away as they exchanged kisses; soft, gentle, sweet. Viktor's hands caressed Alonso reverently as he exposed smooth caramel skin. This time the lovemaking was gentle as each concentrated on pleasuring the other. Their twin cries were offered to the star-lit canopy above them as their seed flowed; a tribute to their shared joy. They nestled together for a while before desire began to course through them once more. Viktor undulated above the slender body as he rubbed his hardening shaft against Alonso's. "Let me taste you, love," he pleaded. "Yes," came a whispered reply. With a soft groan, Viktor rose to his knees and spread apart the younger man's slender legs. He bent to kiss up each smooth inner thigh and pressed Alonso's legs back and out, fully displaying the smaller body to his ravenous gaze. His tongue slithered along the crease of groin and thigh to soft mewls of pleasure from Alonso. Viktor dropped lower, laving the almost hairless, velvety sac to incoherent cries and erotic writhing from his dark beauty. Viktor drew each precious oval into his mouth, rolling it tenderly before moving on to the prize that glistened wetly on Alonso's abdomen. "So beautiful, my sweet," he whispered, his breath hot against the straining flesh. A silvery trail beneath the quivering rod bore testament to Alonso's arousal. Viktor lapped it away, relishing the taste of Alonso's pre-come. His tongue licked from root to tip and then down again so that his face was buried in damp, dark curls. He inhaled the heady scent of musk and arousal. Alonso's pleasured whimper became a low guttural moan as his shaft was enveloped in hot, wet suction. A hand briefly replaced mouth, tenderly twisting the swollen head and tracing the prominent vein and then Viktor's voracious mouth was back. Alonso wailed and thrashed as the older man's head began to bob up and down. The wet heat seemed to sear his virginal flesh. He could feel Viktor's tongue swirling around the head of his arousal. The suction of his lips and the way his teeth delicately grazed sensitised flesh erotically tortured Alonso. His mate was setting his body alight with need and want. He arched upwards with a scream of Viktor's name on his lips as pleasure he seemed to feel in every individual cell ignited simultaneously. His orgasm thundered through his body and his cream flooded his lover's ravenous mouth as he convulsed helplessly under the older man. A feather-light touch to his hidden entrance prolonged his pleasure as it brought nerves Alonso never knew existed into life. He fell back sated as his spent flesh finally slipped from Viktor's mouth. "I love you," Alonso murmured. "I love you, too, angel," Viktor replied as he stroked the youthful limbs that still trembled in the aftermath of such an intense release. Unable to prevent a blush staining his cheeks, Alonso moved to lie over the bigger blond. He felt a surge of power as Viktor gave a low groan, deep in his chest, as slim hands began to gently pinch at the pink nubs peeking from his chest hair. Emboldened by his lover's reaction, Alonso lapped at one then the other, teasing with his fingers whichever was bereft of his mouth. Finally he sucked one taut teat into his mouth, grazing the peak with his teeth and relishing the evidence of Viktor's pleasure as the older man stroked his hair and shoulders. "So good, angel," Viktor moaned as he writhed at the tender onslaught. His nipples ached pleasurably, but another part of his anatomy ached with need. "Please, baby, touch me," he begged. "I want to touch you, Viktor," Alonso whispered. "I want to make you feel good." With a low rumble, Viktor rolled their bodies to straddle his slender love. "Ah, God, yes," he groaned as soft hands began to caress the shaft that jutted hard, red and needy from his pelt of thick blond pubic fur. His hips began to rock, thrusting into the tunnel of Alonso's hands. His member dripped pre-come copiously, some pooling on the smooth caramel skin of his young lover, the other lubricating his flesh as it began to move faster. "Going to come, Lon," Viktor panted as he locked eyes with his lover. "Coming, baby." Viktor threw back his head and roared his completion. He seed pulsed hot and wet to anoint the beloved boy beneath him. Daringly, Alonso drew two fingers through the pearlescent seed and raised his fingers to his mouth. He sucked slowly savouring the taste of his lover's release. As he reached for more, Viktor caught his hand, raising it to his own lips before leaning down to kiss Alonso, feeding his release into Alonso's mouth with his tongue. Alonso accepted the offering with a soft moan. The lovers lay cradling each other before reluctantly acknowledging the need to return to their camp. The walked slowly, hand in hand until they reached Alonso's tent. As they stopped, Viktor reached to cradle the angelic face of his beautiful boy. "I love you, Lon," he vowed. "I love you, Viktor," Alonso affirmed. They kissed softly, expressing love before finally parting. Viktor watched Alonso enter his tent before moving to his own. Neither young man noticed the black, hate-filled eyes that had watched them return to camp. ********** Alonso sat cataloguing the work completed by the students when a shadow fell over him. He looked up and smiled at his lover. "Can you leave this for an hour?" Viktor asked. "Yes," Alonso replied, a thrill running through his slender frame as Viktor held out his hand. Accepting it he allowed the older man to lead him to the edge of the camp where two horses stood saddled. "Viktor," Alonso breathed, stunned at the sight. The horses were Arabian stallions and Alonso had never seen such magnificent horses. Both were dark coloured and their coats seemed to shine. "I have a friend," Viktor whispered. "He let me borrow these." Reverently, Alonso mounted the horse Viktor indicated and watched his lover swing easily into the saddle of the other. They trotted away from the camp with decorum, but once a discrete distance away, Viktor gave a cry and urged his mount on, Alonso following. The younger man felt as though he was flying as he rode hard and fast, keeping up with his lover. He reined in his horse as he saw Viktor do the same and the two men leant to kiss each other, panting into each other's mouth. "There is going to be a joint camp barbeque tonight," Viktor said. "We will not be able to sit amongst the dunes as previously. These things go on late and as you and the Professor are your team's leaders, you will be expected to mix and circulate." "And what of you?" Alonso asked breathlessly. Although he did ride at home, it was nothing like what he had just experienced and he was incredibly exhilarated. "Gat and I are just Guides. We're not expected to mix with you," Viktor shrugged. "You must have attended these before." "I have. I just never realised why Gat wasn't there. I am so stupid," Alonso berated himself. "I just assumed he did not want to be, not that he was not supposed to be." He gave Viktor a defiant stare that had the older man smirking. "And just what is that look for, my little tiger-cub?" Viktor purred. "I don't care whether anyone else takes their Guides," Alonso stated. "But you and Gat will be with me or I will not go." "Lon..." Viktor began, but was interrupted. "I mean it, Viktor. Even if you and I weren't lovers, you and Gat are my friends. I feel so guilty. I want you there, both of you. Please," he added the last turning big brown eyes at his smitten lover. Viktor sighed. He could refuse the younger man almost nothing when he used those eyes so potently. However, it did mean that whereas he had expected not to even see his lover that night, and although he would have to share, he could enjoy Alonso's company. They were already into the second week of their time together and Viktor wanted to relish every minute he could. "I can't speak for Gat, but I will be there," he conceded. "I will talk to Gat myself," Alonso nodded. "Now that is settled," Viktor said dismounting. "Come and lie with me for a few moments." Alonso dropped gracefully to the floor and for long minutes the two men lay kissing tenderly. It was with reluctance that they parted. Each man's swollen lips bearing testimony to the love they shared. Smiling, they remounted the horses for another ride before heading back to the camp. *********** Gatrack and Viktor sat on the periphery of the barbeque held close to the magnificent pyramid. Lit torches made the edifice almost unearthly in the flickering light. Other Guides and workers either remained at their own campsites or mixed with each other. They glanced up as Alonso came to sit with them. "You are expected to circulate as you have on previous occasions," Gatrack said with a half smile. "That was before I realised how elite it all was," Alonso said pouting. "It's good for the boys. They are making some useful contacts," he added smiling as he sat between his friends. He giggled musically as both Gatrack and Viktor poked at him. "For the next few minutes I just want to sit with people I love," he added as he slid an arm around both men; his friend and his lover. He sighed happily as he felt their arms encircle his back. That night as Viktor and Gatrack settled in their tent, Gatrack's voice floated over to the blond's ears. "What will happen when Alonso returns home?" "I intend to go with him," Viktor replied. "I have money...enough," he said with an almost imperceptible pause. "I will manage." "I always thought you would make a beautiful couple," Gatrack said. Viktor could hear the smile in the other man's voice. "He is still very young," he offered. "With a mature soul," Gatrack effortlessly replied. "I have known him for years, Viktor. He is not fickle by nature. He loves you." "And I him," Viktor replied ardently. "However, this is a different place. What happens back in the real world is yet to be known." "He will continue to love you," Gatrack said. "He has the experience of the love of his parents as well those who became his parents to guide him. It will not always be plain sailing on a calm sea, Viktor, but there will be joy and happiness for you, my friend," Gatrack predicted. "He won't fail you, his heart is loyal and his love will be as steadfast as that we see written in the stars." "Thanks, Gat," Viktor smiled. //Joy and happiness// his mind echoed. The next day was to be spent in the local town. Messages would be sent to anxious families as well as time in the local marketplace to buy souvenirs. There would only be one other such day before the trip ended. Viktor smiled as he settled. He had an idea of what he wanted from the market. *********** Alonso and Viktor walked together through the teeming market amidst the myriad of brightly coloured stalls and people. They stopped, each looking through the merchandise of different stands. A charm had caught Alonso's eyes. It was in the shape of a crescent moon with a small star hanging from it on a fine chain. Alonso smiled. During their evenings together the moon and stars had born witness to the love he shared with Viktor. He selected a chain for it and, caught up in his haggling, failed to notice Viktor similarly occupied. Pleased with price paid for his prize, he turned to hold out his gift to Viktor as the older man moved to do the same. Alonso looked at the burnished sun charm as he held out his silver moon and star. "I bought this for you to always remind you of our first nights together," he whispered. "And I bought you this because you are the sun that lights and warms my life," Viktor replied. Reverently each man fastened their charm around the neck of the recipient and hugged the other tightly. As Viktor stood back he took careful note of the direction the grey hair of the Professor was headed. A tug at his robe had him looking down into the face of a small boy. Written in the Stars "Effendi Viktor," the boy lisped. "Effendi Gatrack needs help at the Hotel. Can you come straight away?" "I'll come with you," Alonso offered but Viktor shook his head. "The Professor is just over there. Join him and continue to enjoy the market. I won't be long. If you've already started back to the camp, I'll meet you there." Viktor watched as Alonso headed swiftly in the direction of Evander before striding away. As such he did not see that his beloved never made it to the safety of his mentor's side. "Move wrongly or cry out and you die, boy," the voice hissed into his ear as a sharp knife dug into his side. "Turn right into that alleyway. Move." Alonso was too shocked to make any attempt to disobey. Once inside the dark, dank alley, he was shoved roughly against a hard wall, the roughness scraping the soft skin of his cheek. "What do you want of me?" he asked fearfully. He had little money and his assailant was methodically checking his pockets. He tried to move as his attacker's hands curled at his groin, moving to touch him with a familiarity to which they had no right. He received a stunning blow to the base of his skull for his efforts. Dazed he felt rope encircle his throat and then tie his hands tightly behind him. A move of his arms tightened the rope around his neck and he whimpered. "Why are you doing this?" he cried before a dirty rag was pushed between his teeth and tied behind his head. "To hurt the man who loves you. To watch Viktor Morte blame himself for leaving you alone to vanish forever. As tears began to fall, another, harder blow to Alonso rendered the young man unconscious. Nobody attempted to stop Hamak as he strode from the alley to where his horse was tethered. As he readied the boy to throw across his mount, Hamak's eye caught the glint of the suncharm. Smiling coldly, Hamak removed the trinket and absently fastened it around his own throat until he returned to camp. "El-Sidar will decorate you with other charms as befits his new concubine," the dark man chuckled malevolently. It was the perfect revenge; delivering the boy beloved of Death to a man who would pay him for the privilege. Pushing the limp body over his horse, Hamak mounted and rode away. *********** When Alonso's eyes fluttered open he was still bound and gagged but inside a tent he did not know. All it contained was a pile of cushions next to the central support pole. He whimpered fearfully around the dirty cloth as he heard Hamak's voice and then he and a stranger entered the tent. The stranger was at least as tall and powerful as Viktor, but dark to his lover's light. Straight raven black hair fell below his shoulders, held back from his face by a gold circlet. His dark beard was close cropped and his dark eyes seemed to glitter like jet. He could nearly be regarded as attractive. Nearly. If you ignored the aura of menace that seemed to surround the man like a mantle. If you ignored the glitter of lust in the dark eyes. If you ignored the cruel, leering smile that played around thin lips. Alonso shuddered. "He is indeed very pretty to the eye, Hamak," the man's voice was cultured and oily. "You claim him to be chaste?" "Indeed, my lord," Hamak simpered. "He has not been taken by his lover." "If he is less than you say, you will regret it," the dark man growled. He smiled again, licking his lips. "However, if he is as you say I will be well pleased with you." He tossed a bag of coins to the obsequious man. "Untie him that I may see him properly." Alonso tried to shuffle away as he was cut free, but there was nowhere for him to go and he stared with wide, frightened eyes as the big, dark man crouched beside him. "I am Mahoud-el-Sidar," the big man said proudly as he reached to touch Alonso's chafed throat. "Please don't," he pleaded. "Please. Let me go home." At the image of Viktor's face that appeared as he spoke the word 'home', tears fell from Alonso's eyes. "This is your home now, boy," El-Sidar replied. "My guards patrol the camp. If you attempt to run away," he gripped Alonso's chin so tightly that the young man whimpered in pain. "They will bring you back and you will be punished. If you accept your place as my newest concubine and obey me, then it will not be unpleasant for you here." He stroked the boy's smooth cheek. His finger caught a teardrop and he brought it to his lips to lick it clean. "Sweet," he whispered. "I have guests to entertain now, but I will have some of my boys prepare you to be received by me and we will know each other tonight...intimately." He leered at the slender, supine form, ignoring the sobs that now wracked Alonso's body. "When I take you, I will name you, as I name all my concubines. Rest now, my pet. You will need all your energy... for later." As Hamak followed the bigger man from he tent, Alonso crawled to the cushions, buried his face and cried hysterically. //Please, Viktor, please, please find me soon// he prayed. The events of the day, the fear, the exhaustion, slowly and insidiously took their toll on the fragile young man. Blackness enveloped Alonso as he lost consciousness. ********** At the camp, frantic searches were ongoing. Viktor had found that there was no Gatrack waiting for him at the Hotel. He had unsuccessfully enquired of his friend's whereabouts and with mounting fear and concern had returned to the market. When he reached the market, Evander and the boys had already left in the truck. He had gone to hire a horse and ridden to the camp only to find Alonso was not with his mentor and their students. Gatrack had immediately taken the truck and returned to town. As a precaution that Alonso had not simply got a ride with others from the site, the whole area was being thoroughly checked. Evander's students stood in a huddle by their teacher. The idea that Alonso could have simply vanished underscoring all the warnings they had previously taken so lightly. They cast frightened glances at the worried faces of the older men around them. "He would not have gone voluntarily with a stranger," Evander said emphatically. "He knows the dangers well. Why did you leave him, Viktor?" "He was so close to you I thought him safe," Viktor turned anguished eyes on the older man. "I'm sorry, Viktor," Evander said, suddenly contrite. The blond was probably blaming himself enough and his pain was there for all to see. "I didn't mean it. I know you would never have just left Alonso." "I should have walked him to you," Viktor groaned. "It's all my fault." A crowd of workers gathered around the small group. Into the group sidled Hamak. He kept his lower face covered as he smiled to see the pain on the face of his avowed nemesis. A sudden movement and struggle in the group of workers had Viktor and the others running to see what was happening. Hamak lay on his back. Gatrack straddled him with a look of such hatred and fury that the four students pressed closer together for comfort. "A self-centred animal such as you knows nothing about charity," Gatrack hissed. "I regularly give pennies to the children of the town. So when I asked about one being told to give Viktor a message from me it took little time for that boy to be found and for him to describe you, Hamak." A choked exclamation from Viktor had everyone's attention shifting to the blond. "That necklace," he whispered and reached to snatch it from Hamak's neck. "I only bought it for Alonso this morning at the market." Hamak felt a chill run through his body. He had been prepared to simply deny seeing the boy. He cursed his stupidity for not removing the charm sooner. However, that quickly became a moot issue as another worker came running calling for Gatrack. "Effendi Gatrack," the man huffed. "I found this hidden amongst Hamak's belongings." The bag of coins for selling Alonso was held aloft and Hamak heard the murmurings of the men around him intensify. "He has sold the boy." The words caused a ripple through the onlookers. Alonso was a known and popular young man. The crowd moved closer to the bodies on the sand. "Evander," said Gatrack steadily. "Please take yourself and our boys to the big tent and stay there." "Gat..." Evander began. "If you want us to find Alonso and bring him home, please do as I say," Gatrack said his voice commanding. "Go, Evander, please and take our boys," he added more softly. Without another word, the older man ushered his wards to the tent. The look in Gatrack's eyes told the Professor he did not want to know what methods Gatrack was prepared to use to get what he needed. As far as Evander was concerned, he cared only for the safe return of his beloved Alonso. As soon as Evander was gone, Gatrack pressed his knife harder into the Egyptian's throat. "I can unman you and leave you to bleed and die slowly," he hissed malevolently. "Or you can tell me where you took Alonso. The choice is yours." Hamak swallowed nervously. He did not fear the blond man, but the dark, twisted creature squatting above him...this man he feared. "I sold him to El-Sidar," he whispered, hoping the truth would save him. An angry murmur rippled loudly through the crowd. The thought of the beautiful innocent in the camp of such a monster angered the men. "You sold Alonso to that vile creature?" Gatrack growled. "What did he ever do to you?" "Not him," Hamak said sullenly. "Death. I wanted him to suffer." "You wanted to make Viktor suffer and so you sold a pure soul like Alonso into the clutches of a devil like Sidar." At Gatrack's words, Viktor gave a cry of pain and grief and lunged forward. He was too slow. With economy of movement, Gatrack slid his knife dispassionately across Hamak's throat severing the carotid artery with ease. He stood, ignoring the bleeding body and spoke to the assembled men. "In addition to the bag of coin, divide amongst you whatever else of Hamak's there is of value. Take that," he waved in the direction of the corpse. "Into the desert and bury it for the garbage that it is. From this day forth, the name of Hamak ceases to exist." "The boy?" one man asked as others moved to unquestioningly obey the dark man that now seemed to burn with an inner fire. "I will go to the camp of Mahoud-el-Sidar to bring him home." The man nodded and hurried to help the others. "We will go," Viktor said moving to stand by the smaller man. He barely recognised this Gatrack, but had no intention of being left behind. He met Gatrack's expressionless eyes levelly. "You saw what I just did, Viktor. You are not a man to kill in cold blood. Could you kill? If you came face to face with Sidar's guard could you do as I have just done? It can make the difference between getting Alonso out alive and us all being at that monster's mercy." "I will do anything I have to, to get Alonso back," Viktor vowed. "One other thing you have to face," Gatrack said laying a hand on Viktor's arm and the blond saw the pain in the smaller man's eyes as he next spoke. "Even if we find Alonso alive, he may already have been ...sullied. Are you strong enough to bear that for him?" "I love him," Viktor replied decisively. "I want him at my side for the rest of our lives. Nothing will change that." Eyes as hard as emerald locked with those of blazing sapphire. "Arm yourself," Gatrack directed. "Guns if you must, but knives are silent as well as deadly. We can take the truck with a couple of horses. The truck we can't drive all the way to the camp, the horses will take us the final part of the way. We can leave them to find their way back to camp once we have Alonso in the truck." *********** In his tent prison Alonso looked up as four young men entered. He scuttled against the tent pole as he regarded them fearfully. Three were clearly Egyptian, dark of skin, hair and eyes. Two looked to be about his height or a little taller and of broader build and the third seemed smaller and younger. The fourth was small and slender and had light brown hair. He wore a yashmak beneath his eyes, only one of which could be seen and which regarded Alonso with a blue stare. One side of his face had his locks pulled and secured behind his ear; the other side was covered by a long and freshly combed curtain of shining tresses. "Who are you? What do you want with me?" Alonso asked hoarsely. "I am Taurus. We are concubines of El- Sidar. We have been ordered to prepare you for him," the bigger and broader of the three dark young men spoke. "Please," Alonso begged. "Don't do this to me. Please let me go." "We cannot, beautiful one," Taurus said sadly as he slowly approached the frightened young man. "Our master's guards are everywhere. You would not get far and then all of us would be punished." "We know what it is to fear," the smallest of the trio spoke. "If we could do anything to help you we would, but there is no escape from here." "This is Midnight," Taurus said. "The other is Orion. They are my only light in this dark life." "As you are ours," Orion smiled as his companion. He then indicated the lighter coloured young man. "This is Half-Moon. His previous master scarred him for disobedience. None save our master may gaze on his face. He is denied even such love and companionship as we three share. He must sleep in a tent alone." "We have to wash, oil and dress you," Half-Moon explained. "Tonight you are to be taken by the master and he will then choose your new name." "I have never given myself," Alonso sobbed. "We were to wait until we returned home. It was to be the consummation of our love not... not..." Sobbing again wracked the slender form and Alonso was aware of strong arms that drew him into a tender embrace and hands that stroked and petted as the four young slaves tried to bring a measure of comfort to the terrified young man in a place in which there was little love or mercy to be found. ************** Gatrack and Viktor had left the truck and rode hard and fast as evening began to fall. Each man prayed fervently that Alonso be spared and vowed that, no matter what, the beautiful young man would still hold his special place in their hearts. They reined in the horses as smoke arising from behind a dune heralded the camp they sought. Tethering the horses and hobbling them, the two men crawled cautiously to the crest of the dune. Several tents were dotted around and men in dark garb wandered seemingly aimlessly. The largest tent had two of the dark-dressed men, clearly guards, standing outside. "El-Sidar will be in the guarded tent, but Alonso may be in any of the others," Gatrack surmised. As they watched a guard exited the tent and headed towards the outskirts of the camp in their direction. "Do you have a plan?" Viktor whispered. "Get in, find Alonso, get out," Gatrack replied. "Did I miss anything?" "Alive. Get out alive," Viktor said with a grim smile. "We would be best splitting up and that looks like a good opportunity for you to look more like a guard." Gatrack indicated the lone man who clearly intended to take care of personal ablutions. "Remember what I said," Gatrack whispered as he vanished. Viktor regarded his prey silently. He was not a cold-blooded killer, but he would do whatever it took to free his lover from this place of evil. He stalked forward, silent and deadly. ************ The guard walked laconically into camp and was ushered back into the large tent. He took up his place not far from the opening and took in the sights. El-Sidar sat on a large throne watching two of his dancers. The young woman wore little more than gold discs to cover her nipples and the diaphanous gold skirt was as good as transparent. The young man wore what amounted to two short scraps of silk to cover his genitals and buttocks, held in place by golden chains. As he spun, his audience were repeatedly treated to glimpses of what the material purported to hide. He wore a gold collar from which a thin gold chain led down to attach to another chain stretched between two thin gold loops that pierced his nipples. The chain then continued down to attach to a piercing at his navel. As he shimmied, the chains glittered and a couple of charms attached to them tinkled. The newcomer could see that there were a few more young men and women reclining almost naked. Some of whom looked with drug-glazed eyes without seeing and there were just a couple of other guards. El-Sidar wore opulent clothing, extravagant jewellery and smile of self-satisfaction as he reached repeatedly to caress the bare shoulder of the young man who sat at his feet in front of him. The man's breath caught in his throat as he looked at the newest concubine. The dark curls shone like a halo and were pulled back from the exquisite face by jewelled combs. He wore a gold collar, a slave bracelet on his right bicep and gold cuffs at his wrists and ankles. His only clothing was identical to the male dancer's except it, like the female dancer's, was diaphanous and the boy kept his hands covering his groin. The material was so low on the boy's hips that as the watcher looked closely he could see the boy's treasure trail and the hint of dark curls peeking at the top of the material. His caramel skin glowed with an oiled sheen. His eyes were outlined with dark kohl, his lips and nipples highlighted with rouge to make them appear plumper and more inviting. He looked to be almost the perfect harem sex slave. Almost. If you ignored the shivers that shook his slender frame. If you ignored the shudders of revulsion at every touch or word from El-Sidar. If you ignored the sheer, naked terror in the expressive brown eyes. At a signal from El-Sidar the male dancer moved closer. His hand caressed beneath the silk to encourage the young man to full hardness. The dancer's head fell back to a moan of delight at his master's touch. At another order, the dancer released the chain that held the silk to his body. El-Sidar licked his lips at the erotic sight of the aroused, attractive male. He gave another command and one of the young men crawled forward as the dancer stepped back. The dancer moaned appreciatively as his erection was slowly licked. He played with the chains attached to his body as his flesh was teased and wetted. He threw a sultry look at his master and was rewarded by a lewd smile. Another command and the female dancer was pushed to her hands and knees and mounted from behind by another man without pre-amble. The man pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. The male dancer pulled his saliva-slick shaft from the mouth of the young man kneeling before him. He moved behind and pushed him onto all fours, raising slim hips and pulling away the cloth that covered him. He stroked the dark, taut buttocks as he exposed them, creating an erotic visual feast for his master. Locking eyes with the older man, the dancer pulled the boy's cheeks apart and then plunged into the unprepared sheath. Immediately he began to ride his unwilling mount hard and fast. The boy cried out at the rough entry, but under the expertise of the dancer began to groan more pleasurably. The dancer knew how to angle his shaft to hit the hidden jewel and reached to fondle the growing hardness of his reluctant partner. The dancer gave a smile of triumph as he sent more smouldering looks at his master. The older man clearly showed his appreciation with a wide smile and a hand working at flesh hidden to the dancer's view. He was certain he would be rewarded well for his performance. Alonso was terrified and shuddered helplessly each time El-Sidar's breath or hand touched his skin. He sat as rigid as possible trying to preserve his modesty as he was forced to watch El-Sidar's notion of entertainment. At the hated man's command, fear turned into shock at the way dancing gave way to sex. Alonso struggled to breathe as he watched the woman carelessly taken and the way the dancer forcibly entered the other man. Written in the Stars "You will be taken to my tent, precious," El-Sidar's voice permeated Alonso's shock. "I will be ready in a few more minutes." He shouted an order and two guards came forward to pull the unresisting young man to his feet. El-Sidar was unable to resist caressing the jewels between the boy's thighs and cupping the soft sac before allowing him to be led away. It suddenly registered in Alonso's mind that El-Sidar was watching this display to become aroused in preparation for.... //Please no, please no, please no// The chant in Alonso's mind was repeated until he was shoved roughly to the floor of another tent. As he fell, he became aware of his surroundings. A thick pole in the centre of opulent cushions held chains and Alonso now understood the reason for the added loops on the cuffs of his wrists and ankles. He would be chained here to await El-Sidar's pleasure and unable to defend himself from the unwanted advances. He gave a muted wail of fear. Alonso then became aware of the guards struggling with each other. The headdress of one fell aside to reveal blond hair and Alonso gasped Viktor's name. The young man struggled to his feet, eyes casting frantically for some way to help his lover. Before he could make another movement, one strong arm around his mouth cut off a cry of shock and another around his waist lifted him effortlessly. Mahoud-el-Sidar carried his prize outside his tent and shouted to two guards with their backs to him. "There is an intruder in my tent. Subdue and restrain him. I will take my pleasure with my new concubine and deal with him when sated." Alonso kicked and struggled as he was carried to a smaller tent, but it was all futile in the grasp of the bigger, stronger male. As they entered the tent, Half-Moon moved to his knees, shocked at the intrusion. "Master," he offered submissively. "Get out," El-Sidar snarled. "I wish to enjoy this kitten without an audience. Wait in the main tent." He whirled Alonso in his arms and backhanded the slighter man to the ground as Half-Moon passed them. In his tent, as with others, chains were attached to the secured central pole. "Don't touch me," Alonso cried in fear as he was hauled towards the restrains, El-Sidar's hands fondling him as he was moved. "Please. Please don't rape me." Half-Moon paused at the entrance to the tent and glanced back. His master was between the young man's spread thighs which flailed uselessly. One hand held Alonso's wrists as he shuffled the struggling boy towards the post and its chains, the other stroked the flesh at his groin as if trying to arouse the terrified young man. Half-Moon heard Alonso's pleas and remembered his same fate. That day nobody came to rescue him and he was raped repeatedly by the man who had stolen him from his family. He was taught how to pleasure a man and sold to the master who had scarred him for disobedience. Now he was subject to the desires of a man about to rape another innocent. It was too much for the young man. Despite the knowledge that his actions could lead to his punishment and even death, Half-Moon could not ignore Alonso's cries. He leapt on El-Sidar's back hoping to reach the knife he knew was carried at the bigger man's hip. His weight was so slight that he was thrown easily by the stronger man. "You will pay dearly, Half-Moon," El-Sidar snarled, spittle flying from his mouth. Alonso temporarily forgotten, he rammed his fist into Half-Moon's unprotected abdomen, leaving him doubled in pain. He stood over the terrified young men and aimed a brutal kick. "No, don't hurt him," Alonso cried, throwing himself over Half-Moon's body to shield him from the blows, yelping in pain as he was kicked hard. "You will both regret displeasing me," El-Sidar promised as the two petrified young men each held tight to the other looking up at the furious male standing over them. As they watched, a bubble of blood formed at the corner of El-Sidar's mouth. It burst to ooze down towards his chin as the man sank to his knees before pitching face down. "Viktor," Alonso cried the name of their saviour. The blond man, himself beaten and bloodied, stood holding a knife stained with the essence of the man he had just killed. It was immediately forgotten as two young men sought shelter in his arms, still holding each other. Instinctively he shielded them both. At the sound behind them, Viktor whirled, pushing the younger men to safety behind him. He regarded two youthful guards before smiling. Gatrack had already reached the three young concubines and had Taurus and Orion use the same guise as Viktor. They had been the guards to whom El-Sidar had shouted his orders. Instead of subduing the blond, they had attacked the guard leaving the older man to chase after his beloved. "El-Sidar is no longer your master," Viktor informed them as Gatrack and Midnight hastened into the tent. "We have torched some of the tents and El-Sidar's guards and slaves are trying to loot as best they can," Gatrack said. "We need to leave now." "Take us, too," pleaded Taurus. He smiled at the nod and led his lovers outside. Viktor moved next pulling Alonso with him. Half-Moon moved more slowly, his visible eye locked on Gatrack. Gatrack extended his hand to the younger man and pulled the unresisting form to his side. As they touched he felt a frisson that, judging by the expression on the face of the man in his arms, had been felt by them both. The blue eye was old before its time and he squeezed the lithe body tightly to his. "You would take me?" Half-Moon asked uncertainly. "You will stay with me," Gatrack said decisively. "Now we must hurry to join the others." Once they reached the truck, the horses were not left as there were no pursuers. With the death of El-Sidar, those remaining sought only to take care of themselves. Gatrack drove at a relatively slow pace with Half-moon's head on his leg and one of his hands caressing the light hair. In the back, Viktor cradled Alonso to his chest, whilst Taurus hugged Orion and Midnight tightly. As they arrived at the camp, Evander and the students came to greet them. The older man immediately took charge. The fire was stoked and all were sat around it with blankets to cover the near nudity of Alonso and Half-Moon. Warm drinks were distributed along with some basic food to settle shock and fear. The three boys who huddled together were allocated sleeping space in the tent with the students. Alonso was to sleep in his own tent, Viktor remaining with him. Gatrack would have his usual tent and the boy who gazed at him so devotedly would stay with him. It took little time for exhaustion to follow once adrenaline had seeped from everyone's veins. Evander moved between the three tents ensuring everybody was settled safely. He smiled at the sight of Gatrack entwined with the young man, at the three youngsters who wrapped around each other and at Alonso already sleeping in the arms of his blond rescuer. The older man gave a prayer of thanks and hopes that no nightmares would come and disturb the sleep of his now dramatically extended family. ************** As Midnight, Orion and Taurus awoke, they found they were alone in the tent. Smiles of joy lit up their faces as they realised they were free of El-Sidar. Kisses of happiness soon became kisses of desire. "I want you both, Midnight moaned. "I want to know you both as a free man." Tenderly, Midnight was lain on his back. The two bigger men kissing and caressing the more slender body as Midnight allowed his legs to drift apart offering and inviting deeper, more intimate access to his body. Orion retrieved oil from one of the lamps and they began to stretch their lover's small dark portal as Taurus sucked on pierced nipples and Orion on the slender shaft that rose proudly from a small nest of dark curls. Taurus slid first into tight heat. As his hips undulated he kissed and was kissed by his two lovers as Orion lightly stroked and was stroked by Midnight. "So good, my loves," Taurus groaned huskily. "I cannot last." He moaned as his seed filled the willing body beneath him. Slowly he left his mate's sheath and watched as Orion slid inside the enticing youngest man. Midnight panted as Orion replaced Taurus inside him. His lover's talented hands had already brought him close to spending and then allowed him to retreat from the pleasurable abyss that awaited him. He turned to kiss the satiated man at his side as a large strong hand encircled his eager manhood. "Oh yes, Taurus, touch me," he gasped. "Fill me, Orion," he begged. Orion had already been close to coming at the sight of Taurus and Midnight. In some way their freedom seemed to make every nuance of their lovemaking sharper and more arousing. He watched as the two men he loved kissed and he thrust faster into the channel that gripped him lovingly and was slick with the evidence of Taurus' joy. He changed his angle and Midnight wailed his approval. A couple more strokes and the younger man came, bucking and crying his release. As his shaft was squeezed by Midnight's rippling sheath, Orion's seed flowed to join that of his older lover in the depths of the younger man they both adored. As he carefully withdrew from the sated body, he was joined by Taurus and they both licked clean the silvery seed adorning the slender body of their contented lover. "I love you both so much," Midnight whispered as tears began to fall. "Don't ever leave me." "We love you," Orion assured as they lay either side of the younger man to kiss and cradle him. "We will never be parted from your side." "We promise," Taurus added. "Whatever may befall us from this day, we remain together. I am hopeful that those we helped may be able to help us. But for now, my adored one," he kissed Midnight. "My precious one," he kissed Orion. "Let us rest a while in peace and contentment." Snuggling together, they arranged themselves so that the smaller two men moulded themselves over Taurus' musculature body. He enveloped them each in a strong, loving embrace as they each nuzzled into a shoulder. Within seconds they all slept, soft smiles playing around their lips. ********** Gatrack awoke feeling more content than he had since childhood. He gazed in awe at the young man who held so tightly to him. One arm was around his waist, a leg between his and he suddenly felt a surge of protectiveness for the abused youth. He had been just another bed-warmer, another way to slake lust for El-Sidar; a victim. He stroked the light brown hair, frowning that Half-Moon had not removed the mask from his face. He smiled as he was cuddled closer and then an apprehensive blue eye regarded him unblinking. "Good morning, little one," Gatrack murmured. The endearment did not seem out of place. The younger man was barely taller than Gatrack. A small hand traced the palsied side of his face. "Were you punished too?" a soft voice asked with empathy. "No, little one. I was born this way." "Your eyes hold deep loneliness such as I have known," Half-Moon whispered. "I would ask you keep me as I felt something here," the young man pointed at his chest, "when I first beheld you. If you feel I am worthy," he added sadly, his eye falling from Gatrack's face. "Half-Moon," Gatrack said hoarsely. He lifted the boy's chin to see a single tear slide from view. "I have been used," Half-Moon sighed. "I am unworthy to have you want me as I want you, for you to feel for me as I feel for you." "Do you offer yourself to me as a slave?" Gatrack asked. He pressed a single finger to the boy's luscious lips to prevent him from speaking too soon. "I do not want a slave in my bed. I want one who loves me for what I am and who I am. I could never be satisfied with just your body, a mere shell for all its beauty. If I cannot have your heart then I will have nothing." "My...my heart?" Half-Moon gasped. "It was yours the moment I beheld you. I have never offered myself to another. My body has always been taken. But all that I have and all that I am I offer to you freely." "Are you sure, little one?" Gatrack pressed. "I do not just want you here and now. I want you with me, at my side for the rest of our lives. I will not share; once you give yourself to me there will be no others." "I want no other but you." Gatrack moaned as the veil was lifted for Half-Moon to kiss him. His moan became a growl and he tore the mask from the boy's face, pushing the hair aside to kiss the exposed face. He warned himself to take care, not to rush or be careless. Half-Moon was not innocent, but this would be the first time he would have the joy of being made love to. Gatrack vowed he would ensure it would be an experience his lover-to-be never forgot. Clothing melted away and Gatrack moaned his pleasure as small hands stroked the dusting of hair at his chest and then gently pinched the dark nipples to stiff peaks. In his turn, Gatrack's hands swept over pale, smooth skin. It was not blemish free. Faint scarring told of beatings the young man had endured and moving to his knees, Gatrack kissed each one he could find. Although he wanted to take things slowly, there was a mutual need to possess and be possessed. Growling his displeasure, Gatrack moved from the warmth of Half-Moon's writhing body to retrieve a jar. He saw the younger man look askance. "Alonso buys this salve for me," he said as he opened the jar and took a small amount to coat his fingers. The sent of rose filled the air. "It is meant to soften skin. It is safe for me to use here." The younger man's eyes expressed his gratitude at the use of lubrication and Gatrack's heart wept anew at imagined hurts. Pushing them forcefully aside, he devoted himself to ensuring his lover's pleasure. A husky sound left Half-Moon's throat as a salve-slick digit slid between his legs to enter his hidden opening. Gatrack was entranced at the way the younger man squirmed on the single digit, his passion raised in a rosy column. Gatrack's mouth fed on the fluid that wept copiously from the aroused organ as he entered the slender sheath with a second and then third finger. Finally he lifted Half-Moon's legs to drape over his shoulders. As the young man made a distressed sound, he was soothed by kisses bestowed on his smooth thighs. "You, Gatrack," he begged. "I need you." "It is no hardship to fulfil your needs, my love," Gatrack promised as he aimed his twisted body at the glistening portal. He pressed forward and was enveloped in velvet heat. He knew he would come quickly and reached to pump the eager organ that curved over Half-Moon's stomach. "Can't hold back," he groaned through clenched teeth. "So tight, so hot." The boy's slender sheath enveloping the older man's arousal in a searing grasp. "Come inside me," Half-Moon pleaded. "Give me your seed, the evidence of your love for me." "Come with me," Gatrack rasped. "Let us come together in shared ecstasy." With a cry, each man crested and spilled their seed. Half-Moon's covering Gatrack's hand and their bodies and Gatrack deep in the man he now claimed as his own. The older man was unable to remain in the kneeling position and quickly had to roll to one side. As he absently stroked his young lover's cheek, his eyes widened in shock. He remembered why Half-Moon had been reluctant to remove his mask He kissed the satiated young man and moved to return with scissors. He met the apprehensive look levelly. "Do you trust me?" he asked. "With all that I am," came the soft reply. A few minutes later, the older man held a mirror up for the younger and both men laughed and cried together. As they recovered, Half-Moon took the scissors for himself. "And do you trust me?" he queried. "With my life," Gatrack replied without hesitation and was rewarded by the incandescent smile of his lover. He made a note to have that look on the beloved face more often and then submitted to Half-Moon's attentions. ************ Evander left everyone till close to midday before tapping on the tents and gathering them together to talk and eat. He smiled at the three hesitant young men, ushering them to where the campfire would normally blaze and ensuring they had sufficient food and drink. They were next joined by Viktor and Alonso. Evander smiled at the way the trio rose and hugged his ward tightly and shook hands with Viktor. His eyes moved to the final couple as they approached and his gasp had everyone's attention. As one, they all rose to stare at Gatrack and Half-Moon. Half-Moon wore a shirt and pants belonging to Gatrack, but it was not the western attire or even the incandescent smile. His light brown hair had been cut into a bob level with his chin and no longer covered his face...his seemingly flawless face. As he was pulled joyously into embrace after embrace, his scar became apparent. It was a thin silver line from his eye to his mouth. The surrounding skin showed no sign of puckering or redness, the mark was almost invisible. The shock was not reserved for the younger of the men. Gatrack still wore his Egyptian garb, but the shaggy hair and beard were gone. His hair was cut to above his collar and the beard neatly trimmed. He looked years younger and although he still had his customary half smile, it seemed less obvious. He even seemed to walk taller, no longer hunching further to avoid being seen. Whether it was the change in posture that seemed to make his spine less twisted, or simply the rapture that was evident for all to see, Alonso neither knew nor cared. He sobbed as he wrapped his arms around the older man he had loved for years and the younger who had come to mean so much to him so quickly. Without hesitation, they enthusiastically returned his embrace, making soothing noises until Alonso was able to smile his happiness. For a while, they all simply sat and ate, comfortable in each other's company. It was Midnight who finally broke the silence. "What will happen to us?" he asked in a small voice. Gatrack failed to see Viktor go to speak as he made a decision and spoke quickly. "I have a home in England," he gave a small half smile to Evander by way of silent apology for his next words. "My name is not exactly Gatrack." Seven pairs of eyes regarded him intently; aware something of importance was forthcoming. He gave a sigh. "My full name is Gideon Aden Thomas Rackman." "I know the family name," Evander gasped looking with new eyes at the man he thought he had known for several years. "I had no choice but to keep the name from you, Evander," Gatrack continued. "My father was the family black sheep. He married for love not money and the family were furious. My mother had a difficult birth with me and could have no other children. I was seen as a punishment for not marrying into the right stock. My father still received an allowance which became mine on their deaths. However, it was with the understanding that I kept myself out of society's eye. In all honesty I had no stomach for their way of life. The money is useful and has allowed me freedom to do as I wanted. I have a successful art business with some excellent artists, including Viktor. It was seeing him paint that brought the two of us together. With the business and being a Guide to my specially selected clients I do rather well. My family allowance could be put to good use to help out you boys." The three young men hugged and kissed each other before running to do the same to Gatrack. "We do not want to be kept." Orion said smiling. "We would expect to do something in return for your generosity." "You might like schooling first," Viktor said. "And as this is time for confessions, you might as well settle to hear mine." Viktor pulled Alonso tightly to him so that the slender back of his lover was hard against his chest. He wrapped his arms about the younger man as if frightened Alonso would vanish. "I, too, had family problems. My family had my future mapped out. My parents brought me to them three years ago. I was told it was time for me to become an adult and to stop my 'childishness'. I had never shown interest in women as anything other than friends and acquaintances. However I was suddenly presented with a...a timetable," Viktor's distress was almost palpable and Alonso stroked the arms that crushed him hard, trying to reassure his mate. "I would have three months before the woman they had picked, from a good European family, would be arriving in America. Six months after that, after appearing in the right places and with the right people, we would announce our engagement and six months later we would be married. They had everything planned; a list of parties to attend, where I would propose, what my bride would wear, where we would honeymoon, how long for, where we would live...everything. To top it all, once married, they would expect their first grandchild within a year. I asked whether they thought any of that would make me happy. They just looked at me. They said that if I refused, I would be disowned, an exile from my own family. They even appointed me a 'bodyguard' in the run up to the imminent arrival of my bride to be."