Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2008 17:44:38 +0000
From: Guy Cornelius <the_elemental909@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Elemental Chapter 1 - gay/sci-fi

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be improved. My email address is listed at the end of the chapter.

Please bear in mind that this is my first real attempt at a sci-fi story so
if you have any advice for me, I would love to hear it.

Chapter 1.

You know the story where the cute but misunderstood gay kid falls in
love with a straight Jock who does even know he exists, but then, in a
shock twist, it turns out that the Jock loves him too and they run off into
the sunset and fuck like bunnies? Yeah, this is not that story. This is a
story of magic and treachery.

I am a wizard. I don't wear a pointy hat, a cape or carry a staff. We
modern day wizards are a very different breed. I live in a wonderful
apartment over looking the River Thames in London, which my family
bought for me when they found out I was gay. You see, I come from old
money, lots of old money, and my family couldn't bear to have a queer
son tainting their good name. So, they bought me a nice apartment, a very
nice car and give me a healthy allowance on the proviso that I cut all ties
with them. This may seem harsh to you, but they are English Aristocracy
and to them, image is everything. I wonder what they would try and bribe
me with if they found out about my powers!
Anyway, to the casual observer, I appear to be a well-off 21 year old with
a good job in the city. As far as looks go, I would say I came off ok. I
have naturally tanned skin that has always been blemish free, broad
shoulders, strong arms with a nice but not over-stated bulge of muscle to
them, good definition in my pecs and abs and jet black hair. I think,
however, that my best asset is my eyes. They are this piercing blue that is
so light, people often comment that it is like looking into Aurora Borealis.
I am even told that they change colour slightly depending on my mood.
My name? Well, for now lets just stick with Marcus. We will move on to
my other name a bit later. First, some history.
For many centuries now, it is not known exactly how long, London has
been home to the most powerful wizards guild in the world. This
particular guild is called The Ascension. It got this name because the
founding members believed that their powers were an ascension of the
human form up the evolutionary ladder. Nobody knows exactly when the
guild was set up because during the course of history, many of our
records have been destroyed through war or natural disaster. However,
we do know that in 1590 the Council created a strict set of rules,
instructing its members on how they were to behave. It was by adhering
to these rules that The Ascension was quickly recognised as the most
powerful guild on the planet. Over the years there were many other guilds
who tried to claim this unofficial title, but they never came close. Never
again has the International Wizarding Community seen such an
organised, disciplined and powerful guild, and I don't think they ever will
again.
The most important of all of our guild rules, and the only one now
enforced the world over, is the one which dictates complete anonymity of
all magic users. None but members of a guild must know of their
existence and failure to abide by this rule is punishable by a process call
"cleansing" whereby the offender is striped of their powers, their mind is
entirely wiped and they are cast out of the guild. This may sound
barbaric, but in 1690 one of the Masters of the Copenhagen guild in
Denmark decided that it was about time his wife knew about his other life
and told her everything. Needless to say that she wasn't quite as
understanding as he had hoped and a few hours later, the entire city of
Copenhagen had turned into an angry mob and had burnt down the
Guildhouse, with many of the wizards still trapped inside. Many good
wizards died that night and there was an international backlash against
everything unknown. 1692 in Salem ring any bells? Anyway, it took the
Denmark guild many, many years to re-form, and since then there has
only been need to a wizard to be cleansed on two occasions, both of
which occurred without incident.
Each guild around the globe has a Council and on the Council sit the
Guild Masters. The Ascension has six Masters, each with their own,
unique Power. You see, no matter how powerful an individual wizard is,
you cannot become a Master unless you posses some unique talent. For
example, the most influential member of the London Council, Nathaniel,
is a Shapeshifter so his official title is Nathaniel the Shapeshifter. It isn't
the most imaginative way of naming ones Masters, but after hundreds of
years of trying to find names for these people, it was decided this was the
easiest. Nobody really knows what Nathaniel really looks like because he
can change his appearance on a whim, and often does, but at present, he
is wearing a fairly unremarkable guise. He is of average height and build,
with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He is a rather arrogant man, who
has bullied his way into being leader of the Council. This is not actually
an official title, and as far as the International community is concerned,
he is no more powerful than any of the other masters, but within the
Council Chambers, he is boss.
That is, of course, apart from the Guild Grand Master. None but
Nathaniel knows this mans true identity. All that is known is that he rules
all. Any important decisions that the Council make go through him, all
international policy goes through him. Everything goes through him!
We will get to the other Guild Masters a little later, but now, back to me.
At 21, I am quite a young member of the Guild, but when they discovered
my powers, they were eager to enlist me and get me trained up to my full
potential. You see, I also have a unique power. Of all the registered
wizards in the United Kingdom, I am the only one with any control over
the elements. I cannot control all of them, and those that I can control I
am not that good with, but I am learning. So far I can manipulate fire and
water, but I cannot create them. Wind is much easier as air is in abundant
supply. Accordingly, I am most proficient at producing, calming or
manipulating storms, twisters or any other such formation. Unfortunately,
earth and electricity are still beyond my grasp but I am hoping that my
training sessions will soon change that.
My trainer is Master Balkan, the Instructor. He, like all wizards, has the
powers of telekinesis, levitation and the ability to create positive or
negative energy for use as a weapon. In addition to this, he has the ability
to see into the minds of wizards and mould their power in an attempt to
help them become stronger. It was this skill that earned him the rank of
Master and the title of "The Instructor". He still cannot explain why I
cannot perform the basic skills of telekinesis or levitation but he is
working on it. I guess its just another thing that makes me unique.
Master Balkan is an old wizard, the oldest on the Council, at 73 but he is
still young of heart and very spry for his age. He is always in a genial
mood but anger him at your peril because under the playful exterior lies
the heart of a powerful sorcerer.
Balkan and I are standing in one of the training rooms in the Guildhall in
central London. It's a relatively large room, but it has no windows so the
only light is created but the sconces on the walls. All in all it is a pretty
gloomy room. I have on my practice uniform, which is basically just a
tracksuit, and Balkan is wearing a fire-proof suit should something go
wrong with my powers.
"You must concentrate Marcus," said Balkan, stroking his long white
beard.
"I AM concentrating," I shouted, "I have been trying to set fire to this
paraffin soaked pile of wood and so far we have achieved the sum total of
absolutely FUCK ALL!"
"There is no need to get angry my friend. I am only trying to help you."
"I know, Balkan. This is just so infuriating. Many of the wizards in the
guild already believe that I am going to be the next Master and living up
to those expectations is proving a little difficult. Do you know, a level 4
bowed to me today. A level 4! That is 3 ranks higher than me, but still he
bowed to me."
"I understand your concerns Marcus, but you must not dwell on these
issues so much. Yes, it is very likely that you will one day join the
Council of Masters, but until such time as they deem you ready, you just
continue with your training. Now, I think we have both had enough for
today. Go, enjoy the weekend and we will take this up again on Monday."
"Thank you Master Balkan."

I went into the locker room adjacent to the training room and changed
into my suit. The Guild used a Stock Market and Investment Banking
company as its disguise so we all had to look like employees as we were
coming and going. I walked down to the "employee car park" jumper into
my BMW and started the drive home.
Once there, I pushed the remote in the car that opened the gate to the
underground car park for my building, parked the car and then took the
lift up to my apartment. I had the Penthouse of the building, which
equates to the top two floors and the roof garden. The first floor had the
kitchen/dining room area, the drawing room and my study. After taking
the glass stairs up to the second floor, you are presented with two
bedrooms, both of which have en suite bathrooms, the master bedroom
and bathroom, an entertainment room and a further set of stair up to the
roof garden. All of the furnishings in the apartment follow a semi-
minimalist, Chinese theme, which I happen to love. As for the roof
gardens, three quarters of it is a perfectly maintained, L-shape lawn with
a winding brick path going through it. The gap left from the 'L' is taken
up by a swimming pool. The final quarter of the garden, furthest away
from the door, is a area of raised decking which has a rock feature that
also acts as a waterfall down into the pool. There is also a Jacuzzi and a
seating area. Underneath the decking is a sauna and an open shower.
I was supposed to be meeting someone in about 2 hours so I had to get in
the shower in my master bathroom and get ready pretty quick. I turned on
the water so it was nice and hot, stripped down and then got in, letting the
water wash over me.

Meanwhile, back in the Council Chambers:

Balkan entered the dimly lit room and noticed that none of the others
Masters had arrived yet. He took his place at the circular table and
waited. He grimaced slightly as he thought back to when the previous
Council had introduced the circular table. It was supposed to imply
equality amongst the Masters, and for many years, it had, but when
Nathaniel became a Master, that all changed. He quickly asserted his
power over the other members and within a few short weeks, a hierarchy
had developed. Balkan, was at the bottom of this hierarchy. He did not
approve of the direction that Nathaniel was taking the Guild and he
openly told them this. This angered Nathaniel greatly, but luckily for
Balkan, he was well liked by the everyday wizards of the Guild and his
sudden "disappearance" would not have gone down well. Above Balkan
was Aaron, the Unmatched. Aaron was the youngest of the Masters, with
blond hair and pale green eyes. He was also the tallest and most attractive
of the Masters. He gained the name "The Unmatched" because he could
use his magic to increase his physical strength and speed to the extent that
he was unbeatable in unarmed combat.
Above Aaron in the chain of command came Nicholas, the Petrifier and
then Darwin, the Summoner. Nicholas was a somewhat short and tubby
man in his mid fifties with dark hair and even darker eyes, which could
turn people to stone, earning him the title of "Petrifier". Darwin, aged 43,
was a fairly unremarkable looking man. With his bland features and dull
personality, you could be forgiven for thinking he was older, but come
against him in combat, and suddenly he seemed to come alive. His
movements were sharp and fast and before they knew it, his victims were
in his grasp. This was also helped by the fact that he could call up various
demons and mythical creatures to aid him.
The second in command was Nathaniel's brother, Damien. He was a ratty
looking man, with pinched up features and a hunched, wiry frame. Even
his wispy brown hair looked a lot like rat fur. He, like his brother, was in
his late forties and had spent his entire magical career living off his
brothers name, which, although understandable, was completely
unnecessary because he was a very strong wizard in his own right.
Damien had the ability to make his target see anything he wanted.
Basically, he was able to force tailor-made hallucinations. If, for example,
he knew that his target was afraid of spiders, we could make them see
swarms of six-foot tarantulas. While his target was busy being absolutely
terrified he could finish them off with his standard abilities. It was for this
reason that he was called Damien, the Conjuror.
Finally, on the top of the hierarchical ladder came Nathaniel, the
Shapeshifter.
Aside from Balkan, none of the Masters was especially liked by the
members of the Guild. There were never seen to be a particularly cheerful
bunch, but most people just chalked this up to the stress of being on the
Council. Balkan, however, was the only person who knew the truth about
them and was therefore the only person who loathed them for the
monsters that they truly were.

It wasn't long before all of the Masters had gathered and Nathaniel
started the meeting.
"I have spoken with the Prime Minister today and he is very pleased with
our progress. He has informed me that things are going very well at his
end as well. We should very soon be able to get things underway.
Darwin, how is the training of the level 3's coming on?"
"Very well Master Nathaniel. They are all very strong, competent wizards
and will fulfil their purpose very well."
"Excellent. Aaron, what about your level 5's?"
"Much the same. It will not be long before they are ready. We have hit a
slight snag in the development program, but we are working on it."
"I hope, for your sake, that this snag is sorted out very quickly. Our entire
plan falls to pieces if that Armour is not ready on time!" hissed Nathaniel
through gritted teeth.
"Yes sir," mumbled a terrified Aaron.
"You have another problem," said Balkan calmly.
"What do you mean we have another problem?" roared Damien.
"The boy is getting stronger. Before long his power will be too great for
the bindings you had me place on him."
"You are a Master of the strongest Guild in the World. How is a mere
level 7 proving too much for you? I swear if you weren't favoured by the
Guild, I would have disposed of you...long...ago." Nathaniel's words
faltered and he felt drained.
"Do not think that because I chose not to exercise it, means that I do not
have sufficient power to bind you as well," said Balkan in his calm,
soothing voice. "Now, in answer to your question, this boy is unique. I
have never seen anything like him before. His power grows stronger daily
and very soon, if he were allowed access to this power, he would easily
match the power of any one of us round this table, even you." As Balkan
said this, he pointed at Nathaniel and released the binding he had placed
over him. Nathaniel gasped as his power coursed through him again and
immediately his anger flared.
"Do not test me old man. There are many ways ones death can be made to
look like an accident. Now, deal with the boy, or I will deal with him
myself and I assure you, neither you or him wants that to happen."
"As you wish," was all Balkan said before getting up from the table and
leaving the room. As soon as the door had closed behind him he took of
at a run.

Back at the apartment, I had just finished drying myself off after my
shower and was deciding what to wear. I had met Tommy last week
whilst grabbing a coffee at lunch and tonight was to be our third date.
Tommy was 20 and working in the city a few streets down from where
my "office" was. He was taller than me, at about 6"2 with near platinum
blond hair and eyes such a dark brown, they almost looked black. He was
more muscular than me, having obviously spent many hours in the gym
working on his body. I had decided that tonight was going to be the night
that I brought him back to my apartment and see whether his attitude
towards me changed. In the past, I discovered the hard way that as soon
as people think you are made of money, they become much more
demanding and I was really hoping that that wasn't going to be the case
with Tommy.
So far, in the clothing department, I chose my favourite pair of Ginch
Gonch boxer-briefs that hugged my butt beautifully and showed off my
assets most pleasingly, with concentric red, blue and white stars over the
crotch. Over these I wore a pair of dark blue, quite snug fitting Armani
jeans and a form fitting, olive green t-shirt from Dolce and Gabbana with
some dark brown Prada slip-ons. Yeah so I'm a label whore, deal with it!

At seven o'clock I realised I only had half an hour before I was supposed
to meeting Tommy so I did my hair in the "messy, yet meticulously
groomed" style that I favoured, went down to the car and raced off to the
restaurant. As it happened I got lucky with traffic and parking so I was
about ten minutes early so I went in, and ordered a drink at the bar to wait
for Tommy. After about five minutes I felt a hand clap me on the back,
but I knew it wasn't Tommy, he never greeted my like that.
"Marcus, I'm glad I finally found you." Whoever it was learned in close
and whispered so that only I could hear. "I have a message from Balkan.
He says he must see you tomorrow at the office. Meet him in your
training room at noon. It is vital that he see you. Tell no-one," and just
like that, the hand left my shoulder and the man was gone. I span round
with a shocked look on my face, hoping to catch a glimpse of the
messenger. What was so important that Balkan had to see me at the
weekend? And why didn't he just tell me a few hours ago when I was
with him.
I was so lost in thought that it took me a good few seconds to notice
Tommy standing by the door and looking at me with a concerned look on
his face. When I did finally notice him I smiled and waved him over.
"Who was that?" he asked.
"Oh nobody, just a guy from work giving me a message from my boss. I
have to go in tomorrow afternoon for some emergency meeting. Why,
you jealous?" I asked, smirking at him. He laughed and just playfully
punched me on the arm.
"Careful, I'm deadly when backed into a corner," I warned. He just
laughed even more.
We ordered drinks and then headed over to our table. We looked over the
menu, ordered our food and then just started chatting about this and that.
It was fairly mundane stuff, but we were in a comfort zone and I liked it.
It was like we were past the point where we had to be on our best
behaviour and impress each other. We were two guys on a date, but we
were also two friends just having a nice evening out. After a little while, I
felt something brush against me leg and looked down to see that it was
Tommy's foot.
"Why Mr. Deane, are you trying to seduce me?" I quipped. Tommy
laughed and the rubbing stopped. "I didn't mean I wanted you to stop!"
Again Tommy laughed, but this time the rubbing resumed, ever so
slightly higher up my leg. "That's better."
"You know Marcus, I have just realised that you haven't told me your
surname yet." My smile vanished as I realised I was either going to have
to lie or even worse, tell the truth.
"I tend not to use it. I find it has a detrimental affect on the people I tell.
Besides, my parents are also paying me a lot of money to make sure I
don't tell anyway."
"What on earth do you mean?" asked Tommy, extremely confused.
"Well," I sighed, "my parents were so ashamed of having a gay son
that..."
"Wait, Marcus, you don't have to tell me this, I am sorry I asked," said
Tommy, with genuine concern in his voice. I was quite shocked. For the
first time in my life, upon mentioning my parents, the person I was
telling, rather than leaning in eagerly, waiting for this juicy bit of gossip,
had actually said that I didn't have to go on. I know its sounds cliché but I
was touched and just for that I wanted to tell him everything.
"No, its ok," I said, taking his hands over the table. "My parents are very
important people. Well, they are English Aristocracy so it would be
slightly more accurate to say that they are very self-important people but
lets not get bogged down by semantics. When they discovered I was gay,
a few years ago, they bought me an apartment, a car and a whole bunch
of other really nice stuff and basically said 'fuck off'. They pay my bills,
they give me a hefty allowance and other than that, I have no link with
them and that is exactly how they want it. Image is everything to them,
and having a gay son definitely does not fit in with their ideas."
"Marcus, that is awful, I am so sorry. Would I know them if someone
were to say the name?"
"Oh yes, David and Sissy are extremely well known people."
"HOLY SHIT!" Tommy almost shouted. A number of people looked our
way but he didn't even notice. "You're a Reybold?"
"Shh, keep your voice down babe. Yes I am, but I was hoping you
wouldn't work that out. Please don't tell anyone. I would be in deep shit
if my parents found out anybody knew."
"Its ok, I won't tell anyone. Wait, the Reybold's said that their son had
gone to finishing school in Switzerland and that he had decided to live
out there?"
"They would have said anything to get people to forget about me. To be
honest, I am kind of surprised that they didn't say I was dead!" I replied
with a sardonic chuckle.
"Don't say that. Anyway, think of it this way, if that hadn't happened, we
probably never would have met," said Tommy, squeezing my hands
comfortingly. Suddenly he stopped and just stared at me.
"What is it?" I asked.
"You're...you're...a duke!" he exclaimed. I cringed slightly.
"An Earl, and not until my father dies, and only if they accept me back
into the family." This is normally the part where people get a bit funny
with me. "Until that time, I am just, plain old Marcus."
"There is nothing plain about you Marcus, you will always be a king in
my eyes." I couldn't help but grin like an idiot. "Hey, I just realised...you
called me babe."
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that."
"No, its ok, I like it," said Tommy, grinning back at me. Just then our
food arrived and for a few minutes we ate in silence, each snatching quick
glimpses at the other. Eventually we started chatting away again about
nothing of consequence, and before we knew it, it was time to pay the bill
and leave. As soon as the bill came, Tommy had his wallet out and had
put down a credit card.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You might be an Earl to be, but that doesn't mean I am going to let you
pay for everything. You can pay next time." He grinned and stuck his
tongue out at me and scrunched up his face like a small child.
Unfortunately for him, that was the exact same moment that our waitress
came back to settle our bill. Both she and I burst out laughing at seeing
the ridiculous face he was pulling, and as soon as he realised that I wasn't
the only person who had seen it, he turned the brightest shade of red I
have ever seen and mumbled something about a conspiracy to make him
look stupid.
"Ah, its ok babe, we don't need to conspire, you do that well enough on
your own." The waitress stifled another laugh while Tommy glared at me
in mock anger.
"Whose card is this?" asked the waitress, still giggling slightly.
"That would be mine," said Tommy, taking the terminal from her and
entering his pin.
Once we were all paid up, I left a healthy tip for the waitress and bade her
goodnight. She beamed back at us upon seeing the tip and wished us a
very happy evening.
We started walking back to the car, enjoying the late night air and
chatting about this and that.
"I've had a really nice night Marcus," said Tommy.
"So have I," I replied, leaning over and giving him a quick peck on the
lips. I don't usually initiate public displays of affection, but Tommy had
done so a couple of times over the last few days so I decided it was ok for
me to as well. We had reached my car and as Tommy turned around to
get in, I came up very close behind him, rested my hand on his firm,
gorgeous butt and whispered in his ear.
"What's to say that it has to end now?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, leaning his head back so that it was
resting on my shoulder. If he was expecting a verbal answer then I think
he was disappointed because rather than responding I turned his head
towards mine and kissed him. It wasn't a quick peck like a few moments
ago though. I covered his lips with my own, opening my mouth slightly
and flicking my tongue across his top lip. He moaned quietly and opened
his mouth slightly, allowing me access. Our tongues explored each others
mouths while my hand massaged his butt. After a few awesome minutes
of Tonsil Tennis, we came up for air, and it was clear from the bulge in
his trousers that he wasn't disappointed by my response!
"So, er, what did you have in mind?"
"Why don't you come back to my place and I will show you," I said,
placing my hand on his chest.
"That sounds like a good plan," he said, grinning. I couldn't help but kiss
him again, and as I did so, I slowly ran my hand down his body until my
hand moved over the waistline of his trousers and my hand was cupping
his dick. I gave his erection a quick squeeze, causing him to jump and
moan at the same time.
"Get in the car," I said, biting back a laugh.
"I have been trying to do that for the last five minutes, but some bloke
accosted me!"
"I didn't hear you complaining at the time!"
"How could I? Every time I opened my mouth, you stuck your tongue in
it!"
"You know, I could just leave you here and make you walk home," I shot
back.
"Ok, ok, you win! I have never enjoyed being accosted so much in my
life."
"That's much better," I laughed. "Consider yourself redeemed."
Being a slightly lazy driver, I tend to rest my left hand on the gear stick,
and because it is an automatic car, this basically means I don't have to
use it when I drive. I was therefore slightly surprised, but very pleased,
after five minutes, to feel Tommy rest his hand over mine and interlock
our fingers. I know it sounds trite and cliché, but sitting in the traffic,
holding hands with Tommy just felt so comfortable...so right.

When we arrived back at the apartment, I pulled up outside the gate and
took off my seat belt.
"Why have you taken off your seat belt?" he asked, slightly confused.
"I have to open the gate," I replied, smirking.
"Oh, of course." Almost before he had finished his sentence, I leaned
over and kissed him again. A few seconds later, I pushed my hands
between his legs and up towards his groin. He opened his legs slightly to
give me better access and I grinned inwardly. I massaged his balls for a
few seconds, then I pushed my hand further underneath him and slightly
to the left. After a short moment, I broke off the kiss, but remained only
centimetres from his face.
"I thought you said you had to open the gate," he panted, obviously very
aroused.
"I do, but you were sitting on the remote," I laughed as I retracted my
hand, now clasping the remote for the gate.
"I did wonder what that was!" he exclaimed. "Although, you know, you
could have just asked me to move."
"You are right, I could...but wasn't my way more fun." I wiggled my
eyebrows at him and I saw a glint of lust in his eyes. I pressed the button
on the remote and the gate opened, allowing us access to the subterranean
car park.
After parking the car in my usual space, we got into the lift and headed up
to the apartment. I must have been fidgeting or something, because he
turned to me and asked:
"What's wrong? You seem nervous or something."
"I'm sorry, I'm not nervous...well, I guess I am a little. It's just that this
is usually the part of the evening where things start to go horribly wrong."
"I am sure your choice of décor isn't that bad!" he laughed. I chuckled
and smiled slightly, his silly remark helping to make me feel a little at
ease.
"That's much better," he said, kissing me again. He broke off the kiss
after a few seconds, but I wasn't having any of that! I pushed him up
against the back wall of the lift so that my whole body was pressed
against his and I dived onto his mouth again. I started to grind my
growing erection into his, his moans and groans telling me that he was
enjoying it as much as I was. When the lift reached my floor and the
doors opened with a 'bing', I barely gave him time to look around at the
apartment before I was dragging him up to the bedroom...not that he was
putting up much of a resistance.

The next morning, I woke up to feel Tommy spooned up behind me, with
his rock hard erection poking into my ass. I was surprised he had the
capacity to maintain a hard-on, considering how much we did it last
night. As much as I wanted to push back on to it and feel his silky cock
enter me again, I really needed to pee. I gently extricated myself from
Tommy's arms, being careful not to wake him, and headed to the
bathroom, noting, as I walked past my bedside table, that it was only
seven thirty. Having dealt with my need to pee, I decided that I would run
a bath and relax for a little bit until Tommy woke up. I filled my huge,
corner bath, with hot, steamy water and lay down, loving the feeling of
the water playing over my body. A few minutes later, Tommy walked
into the bathroom, his erection swinging like a pendulum, and smiled
when he saw me in the bath.
"Oh I'm sorry babe," I said. "Did I wake you?"
"Yeah, but its ok. Seeing you in the bath like that, in all your glory, is
worth it." I hadn't realised it but as I had been lying there, my cock had
grown hard and my head was sticking up out of the water. Tommy
walked over to the bath, but rather than sitting opposite, or even next to,
me, he knelt over me, with his knees by my stomach, and leant down to
kiss me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the kiss and then gasped with
pleasure as I felt him sit down and take the entire length of my dick into
his ass.
"Mmm," he moaned, "that's much better. When I woke up this morning,
it felt like there was something missing. Now I know what it was." He
started to rock back and forth on me, slowly fucking himself with my
dick. Before long we were both panting with pleasure and I found myself
thrusting up with my hips to meet him on the way down. We kept this up
for a little while, slowly picking up speed, until I felt him tense up and a
few seconds later he shot volley after volley of cum onto my chest. The
mixture of watching him cum, feeling him cum on my chest and feeling
his sphincter clamp down on my cock was enough to push me over the
edge and a few seconds later, my cum was gushing out of my piss-slit and
into his ass. As he came down from his high, he slumped down on to me,
pushing my dick further in to him and forcing my cum in even deeper.
We stayed that way for a few minutes, Tommy's dick slowly softening
against my stomach. Mine, however, softened but managed to stay lodged
in Tommy's hole.
As we were laying there, enjoying our post-coital bliss, Tommy suddenly
shivered and let out a deep moan. I looked up at his face and he had his
eyes closed and his mouth was slightly open. I stretched up to kiss him,
and it was then that I realised that I was getting hard again, whilst still
inside him.
"Oh baby, it feels like you are penetrating me all over again!" he
breathed. Happy to oblige, I started to push my throbbing cock in and out
of him again, using my cum from our last fuck as lubricant. After a few
seconds, Tommy starting lifting himself up, and then plunging back
down, in time with my strokes.
Pretty soon Tommy was panting really hard and I could feel his sphincter
starting to tense up so I leant forward and took his cock head into my
mouth, wrapping my tongue around it and sucking for all I was worth.
This was all it took, and, letting out a deep groan, he shot stream after
stream of cum into my mouth. I let it slide across my tongue, enjoying the
taste of it, before I swallowed. I tried to catch it all, but he shot so
heavily, even after going all night, that some of it dribbled out of the side
of my mouth and down my chin. Within seconds of this, I felt my orgasm
start to wash over me, and again I found myself shooting my load into
Tommy's quivering hole.
We both slumped down in the bath, somewhat exhausted. Tommy
shuffled down a bit, forcing my now softening dick to slip out of his ass,
and lay down next to me.
"That...was...amazing," he said, between licking the cum off my chin.
"Mmm," I agreed, enjoying the ministrations of his tongue. We lay there
for a while, enjoying the hot water and letting it clean the cum off us but
after a little while, I knew that if I didn't get going soon, I was going to
be late for Balkan. I took Tommy's hand and led him over to the shower
so that we could clean off properly. We scrubbed each other down, and
then just stood under the jets of water to rinse of the soap.
Tommy was standing behind me, pressing his body into me, and I could
feel his cock growing against my ass.
"You are insatiable, you know that?"
"I didn't hear you complaining last night," he joked.
"Yeah, and you aren't hearing me complain now either," I said, grinding
my ass back into him.
"Ooo, I see," said Tommy, repositioning himself and pushing his cock
into me.
"Oh yeah," I groaned, as he slowly started fucking me, whilst reaching
round and slowly stroking my cock as well. I leant my head back onto his
shoulder and, much like we had at the car the previous evening but with
our roles reversed, we starting kissing, while I reached up and ran my
hand through his wet hair. As he continued to slowly press his cock in
and out of him and us his right hand to stroke my cock and play with my
balls, he brought his left hand round and started playing with my nipples
and rubbing my chest.
After a few more minutes of this, he picked up the pace, both of his
fucking, and of his wanking me and shortly after, we were both cumming
again, for the third time that morning. Such was the pleasure he brought
to me, that I came all over the shower wall in front of me, my six or seven
shots of cum hitting all the way up to about chest level, whilst his load he
shot into my ass.
I turned around, and we starting kissing in earnest, our tongues duelling
for power, our hands roaming over each others backs. I slowly let my
hands make their way down his back, rubbing and caressing as they went,
until they were playing with his ass. I started running my finger up and
down his crack, before settling on his hole and slowly letting it slide in.
he was still slick from the cum I had left their earlier so my finger had no
trouble sliding in and out of him. Tommy moaned from the attention I
was giving his hole, and quickly followed suit. We stood for a little while
longer, kissing and fingering each other but eventually I broke off the
kiss.
"As much as I would love to stay here all day and have sex with you in a
plethora of different forms, I have to go otherwise I am going to be late
for my meeting with my boss."
"Stay," Tommy pleaded, with a slight look of disappointment in his eyes.
"It's a Saturday, they can't expect you to go in on a Saturday."
"I know, but from the message I got, it sounded really urgent, and
besides, he is a close friend of mine, I don't want to let him down."
"Close friend eh?" said Tommy, wiggling his eyebrows.
"I shut up," I said, playfully slapping his ass. I lead the way back into the
bedroom, drying myself off along the way. Tommy simply slumped down
on the bed, resting his head on one hand and bringing one foot up by his
knee and watched me get dressed.
Being a Saturday, I decided that I could wear pretty much what I wanted
to the "office" so chose a pair of jean, a nice black shirt with silver
stripes, which I tucked into my jeans, and a hip length, light-weight,
leather jacket.
Tommy just lay their, enjoying the show as I slid my boxer-briefs up my
legs and over my ass. I specifically turned around so that I was almost
facing him and then adjusted my cock so it lay comfortably in the snug
fitting underwear. I could tell he liked what he saw, because out of the
corner of my eye, I could see his cock twitching.
Once fully dressed, I walked over to the bed, knelt down so that I was
more on his level, and rested my hand on his chest, gently playing with
one of his now hardening nipples.
"I take it from your lack of activity that you would like to stay here until I
get back."
"If that is ok with you?" Tommy said meekly, realising that he shouldn't
have really assumed that it would be ok.
"It is more than ok with me. Knowing you are here waiting for me will
make going in to work on a Saturday all the more bearable." I leant down
and kissed him, running my tongue over his lips until he opened his
mouth and our tongue were once again writhing all over each other. Once
again I broke off the kiss but, upon looking down, I noticed that he now
had a raging hard on and was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. My
hand, that was until now still situated on his chest, moved down and gave
his erection a tight squeeze, causing him to jump. He was even more
surprised when I brought my head down to it and started lapping up all
the pre-cum that he was producing. His moaning and groaning made it
quite clear that he was enjoying my actions and I quickly took the head
into my mouth and sucked on it for a few seconds. I ceased the attention I
was giving his cock, and he almost whimpered at the sudden stop but I
simply laughed.
"I will finish that when I get back."
"You know this could almost be considered a form of torture," he
growled at me as I walked away.
"Bite me!" I called back over my shoulder.
"I fully intend to later," he shouted back to me. I laughed and then heard
him doing the same, but before I could respond, the lift doors had closed
and I was on my way down to the car park.

On the whole journey in to the office, I couldn't help but smile. It had
been a long time since I had met anyone like Tommy. He was a really
great guy; funny, kind, generous, great in bed, but then something hit me.
If I was going to get really serious with him, I was going to have to tell
him about me. There is no way I was going to live my life with someone,
but have it be based on a complete lie. The main problem is, if the council
were to find out, they would kill him, and who knows what they would do
to me. This is something I am going to have to think over! Unfortunately,
there was no time for that now, because I had arrived at the office and I
had to go and meet Balkan. I couldn't remember if my mysterious
messenger had told me exactly where I was supposed to meet him so I
decided to try his office. There was no answer when I knocked, and, upon
trying the door, I discovered it to be locked so I decided my next option
was our practise room. I made my way over there, and was pleased to see
Balkan standing in the middle of the room, with his back to me.
When he turned round, his appearance was so shocking, I almost gasped.
Balkan was always a very well presented, well groomed and, ostensibly,
calm. However, this morning his clothes looked like he had thrown on
whatever he could find, his hair and beard where a mess and his face was
so ravaged that it didn't look like he had slept for days.
"Marcus? Why are you...never mind, all that matters is that you are here.
I need to speak with you," he said, rushing over to me and dragging me
into the room.
"What is the matter Balkan, you look terrible. When was the last time you
slept?"
"That is not important now. All that matters is you."
"What?" I asked, the incredulity very apparent in my voice.
"Marcus, what I am about to tell you will almost certainly make you very
angry, but please know that I had no choice and that by telling you this, I
have most probably caused my own death."
"Balkan, what are you talking about? You aren't making any sense!"
"Well then hw about you shut up and listen" he snapped. I was shocked.
Balkan had never spoken to me like that. We had become very good
friends through my training, and even when my failure was stressing him,
he never snapped at me like that.
"Marcus, Nathaniel and the Council are undertaking a course of action
that will almost certainly lead this country, and the entire international
community into war. I can't tell you much of the details, basically
because I do not know them, but all I do know is that all the wizards of
this guild are being trained in some way, presumably to make them better
Battle-Mages and that Aaron the Unmatched is the head of some kind of
research and Development programme that is pivotal to their scheme.
You must stop them Marcus. You must find out what they are up to and
make sure that whatever it is, is never allowed to happen."
"How am I supposed to do that? I'm just a level 7 with weak skills over
the elements!"
"No you aren't Marcus. There is more I have to tell you. Nathaniel and
the other Council Members have been aware of your potential since you
were first brought to this guild and they don't like it. When they learnt
just how powerful you could become, they got scared. You are a direct
threat to their plans and they couldn't let you jeopardise things.
Unfortunately, by the time they found this out, you were too known
amongst the other guild members to just disappear. It was already known
by the whole guild that you were the only member in the country with
power over the elements and for you to just vanish would have raised a
number of questions, questions that Nathaniel would not have wanted to
answer. There was although the fact that they were hoping that in time,
they could bend you to their will so that they could use you. We are lucky
that as yet they have been unable to find anyway to do this."
"Well what did they do then?"
"Well, they couldn't kill you and they couldn't take you into their fold, so
they limited your development."
"What? What does that mean?"
"Please understand that this is very hard for me Marcus. They..." Balkan
sighed the great sigh of a man defeated before continuing. "They had me
place a barrier around your power."
"WHAT? All this time that you were trying to train me, and actually you
are the reason that I keep failing! How could you do this to me Balkan." I
was furious. Here was a man who claimed to be my friend and mentor,
admitting that he had actually been the reason that my powers were still
so weak. "Take it off. Take it off RIGHT NOW," I yelled.
"I will Marcus, I promise you that I will but please let me explain
something first. Your power, the essence within in you that gives you
your abilities, yours is extremely strong. Save for some of the Masters, it
is the strongest I have ever seen. Unfortunately, because of the unique
nature of your abilities, I have no idea what releasing them will do. We
have no idea what you are going to be able to achieve. What I do know is
that as soon as I release it, your power is going to surge through you like
nothing you have ever felt before. Normally, a wizard grows with his
power so that the increase is never really felt but you are about to get the
backlash of four years of suppressed growth surging through you and I
have no idea what affect that will have on your biological systems. Please
also know that if I truly had a choice, this would never have happened."
Balkan looked close to tears, but right now I didn't care. I didn't care
what he thought, why he did it or what affect it was going to have on my,
I just wanted my power back.
"Just do it Balkan," I growled.
"Very well," he sighed. He took a few steps closer to me, whispered a
few words I didn't quite hear but sounded like 'crotch-sock, bicycle
pump, banana hammock, vegetate' and were probably some Latin
incantation, then touched my forehead with his thumb. I felt a tingling
sensation washing over me, starting from where he touched me, but that
was it. I turned round to one of the targets on the wall and tried to
summon up a blast of flame but as usual, all I managed was a little spark.
"It didn't work. DO IT AGAIN!" I roared and turned back round, just in
time to see Balkan fall to the floor.
"Balkan? Balkan what's wrong?" I asked, rushing to him, my anger
completely evaporated. His breathing was coming out in irregular,
rasping, gasps and his body was drenched in a cold sweat. Suddenly his
hand shot out and grabbed me by the shoulder, pulling me down close to
his face.
"They didn't trust me," he whispered, "they put a safety mechanism on
the barrier that would kill the one who removed it." His voice was
strained and his face showed enormous pain. "I have wronged you, and
now I am paying the ultimate price." His body started to convulse
slightly, and for some seconds he was unable to speak. Eventually, with a
great effort, he continued. "You are whole again now. Remember your
training and it will come to you. I am sorry for what I did to you. You
must stop them. Do whatever it takes." His words were coming out in
short bursts now, the effort starting to prove more than he could bear.
"You are destined for great things Marcus. They no you are free. You
don't have much time. Do...not...waste...my...death." With these last
words, his eyes clouded over and his body seemed to relax into the floor.
It was not until I saw one of them splash onto his chest that I realised
tears were pouring down my face. I don't know how long I sat their,
staring at his body. I couldn't comprehend what had just happened.
Balkan, my mentor, my friend, was dead and it was my fault. I demanded
that he take off the barrier. I made him do it, not them. Suddenly the
enormity of his last words hit me: 'They know you are free.'
I had to get out of there, so I ran through the building to the lifts that
would take me down to the car park. As I was waiting for one of the lift
doors to open, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a familiar voice said:
"He wanted you to have this, use it wisely." I felt something being
slipped into my pocket and then the hand left my shoulder. I span round
with the hope of speaking to the man, whose voice I recognised from the
message he had given me last night, but as with before, by the time I had
turned round, he was already gone. The corridor in front of me was long,
straight and empty. At first I thought I had imagined it, because there was
no way he could have got that far so quickly, but when I put my hand in
my pocket, I felt the small box he had left there.
A few seconds later, the melodious 'bing' of the lift brought me back to
my senses and I remembered why I was in such a hurry. As I rode the lift
down to the car park and on the drive back to my apartment, I thought
back on what Balkan had told me before he died. I am, quite possibly,
one of the strongest mages in Britain, the Council of Masters were
leading the country down a course of action, with or without the
involvement of the non-magical community I don't know, that could lead
us to war, and I am the only person who can stop them. This is all very
bad timing because for the first time in my life, I may have found
someone who could potentially be a proper partner for me, and I am
probably going to have to dump him just to keep him safe. Bloody
inconsiderate if you ask me!
I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice that the gate to the
car park for my apartment block was hanging off is hinges and somewhat
scorched. I didn't even notice that one of my neighbours cars had been
abandoned across two other spaces with the engine still running. It wasn't
until I got up to the apartment that I realised that something was wrong.
The furniture was all out of place, there were smashed vases and
ornaments all over the place and it looked like every single draw and
cupboard have been turned out onto the floor. Suddenly I was very, very
scared.
"Tommy, baby, what's going on?" I called out, a slight tremble in my
voice. "Why is the apartment such a mess?"

There was no answer.

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Well that is what I hope to be the first of many parts to 'The Elemental'.
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