An Absence of Truth

An Absence of Truth

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Chapter One

Seagulls sang their raucous song, waves overlapping along the coastal shore. The sun shone brightly upon us, daring any cloud to cover the vanity that was its light. My cousins sat around where we had set up camp for our day of surf and sun. Mike had the guitar strumming a song in Maori, Johnny and Andrew were singing along, John singing high harmony, while Andrew sang bottom harmony.

Not far away a few girls glanced over listening to the boys sing. I smirked, knowing exactly why they had started singing in the first place. Our family were heavily immersed within Maori performing arts representing New Zealand overseas on many occasions. I'd done my fair share of kapa haka performances growing up, but I'd never gone professional the way my three cousins and many of my other relatives had. I'd pursued other interests, not to mention, Uncle Henare wasn't a fan of me. When I was still in the group, he ran the kapa haka group along with an Elder we all fondly called Mother Bess. Uncle Henare was old school, set in his ways and conservative. I was openly gay and no amount of threats, bullying or beatings had stopped me from hiding who I was. Henare and I locked horns on many occasions and as a general rule, we as the youngsters were supposed to keep our mouths shut and take our punishments in silence. But I refused to allow the bigoted `elder' to run me down just because I was different.

I refused to allow the way he targeted me, pushed me harder than the other boys almost to my breaking point, berated me while praising the other boys more times than I could count to let him knock me down. He wanted me out of the group, but I was talented and I refused to back down, I led a few of our group performances. I made sure I was an invaluable part of our group back then.

The first time our kapa haka group won our very first national tournament, I was part of the original team that achieved that goal. We were about to head out towards Japan that year. There were a few talented singers and performers from our competition that approached uncle Henare in hopes he would recruit. Two weeks prior to us leaving I was told that my position was given to Tamati. He was from one of our rival kapa haka groups and an asshole who tried to give me hell every chance we met. It was the last straw that broke the camels back. I was done.

I stood in front of that entire group with my head held high when I told them I was leaving. Mother Bess was furious with uncle Henare. So were quite a few of the family when they heard what uncle had done. He merely smirked and told me not to let the door hit my ass on the way out. I could have decked him one and I think he was waiting for me to do just that. So were a few of the other boys. Glee on their faces. Instead, I clasped his arm with mine, it surprised him, he tightened his hand on mine, a wary look crossing his face. I moved forward and we touched noses, inhaling at the same time as tradition dictated when doing the hongi. The inhaling of the breath an indication that we took in the breath of life. Our traditional greeting and farewell. Think of it as shaking hands and I quickly kissed him on the cheek.

He blinked surprise and discomfort on his face at that last gesture. I gave Mother Bess a huge hug and kiss. I would miss her the most. And that was the last time I ever performed kapa haka. Uncle Henare's wife, Elizabeth made sure her anger was felt when she found out too. Uncle Henare had to make his own meals for an entire week. He grudgingly tried to get me to come back, but like I said, I was done and even hearing that Mother Bess had quit due to the stubborn fool wasn't enough to make me go back. In fact it was more of an incentive to not return knowing she no longer wanted to participate with such a stubborn fool of a man. (Her words not mine)

Hell I would have still been with the kapa haka group even with a stubborn mule like Henare running the joint, if it wasn't for Tamati. That piece of dung was the first guy whom I'd had puppy like adoration for, and ultimately the one to teach me the most valuable lesson, never fall for straight guys. They'll have their fun, grab your heart with a possessive jealousy that would make any air headed, harlequin romance book junkie swoon and then shatter you into tiny little pieces. And because that piece of trash would claim he's straight and needs to justify his guilt, he targets you, torments you and treats you like a leper all in front of his peers and friends. So to all the 'Tamati's' out there who mess with gay boy hearts and then turn around and say they're straight... Go fuck yourself and the fucking closeted little horse you rode in on!

You might think I'm bitter about it all. You'd be right. It took me a while to get over the entire fiasco. But I left the family and concentrated on my me. Through my current job, I traveled overseas, met like minded people, laughed, partied hard, loved just as hard and saw that New Zealand was indeed a very tiny little bit of the world. But it was still home and there is a rustic and friendly quality to New Zealand that is still part of the charm that will always be home to me. Besides, I was a very popular foreigner while abroad. My sexual education was well rounded and I discovered what I liked and didn't like. I met many charming and sexy men on my travels, but I don't think my heart was ready to open, even with the diversity of men that looked my way.

By this time the girls were now sitting around our camp. The boys crooning a current chart hitter song, an Ed Sheeran song if I wasn't mistaken and the sun was slowly setting. I gazed upon the oranges, reds and yellows that settled across the ocean and sighed. I had missed New Zealand. I'd missed my family.

"Hey cuz, come join us. You should sing with us." Johnny nudged me with his foot.

"Pfft," I said, rolling my eyes. "If I started singing those girls would be throwing their panties at me and leave you ugly bastards to become my lifelong fans."

He laughed settling beside me and knocking me with his shoulder. "Panties, eh?" "You've been gone too long cuz, you sound like a yank."

I shrugged, I'd been staying in the states for quite some time. Some things tended to rub off on ya. I smiled to myself. The americans could be touchy depending on which state you were in if you called them yanks. As a nation, New Zealanders were quite laid back and enjoyed laughing at ourselves as well as others.

John tugged on my hair, "I'm surprised you didn't cut your hair. I've seen the fancy clothes you wear and you've mentioned meeting a lot of rich people and going to posh places. Not to mention some of your co workers look ex military."

I arched a brow, turning to look at him. He was right about my hair, it was long enough that the tips brushed the sand even as curly as it was. But I sensed this wasn't idle chatter. He was working up to something.

"I've never known you to beat around the bush, Johnny, whats up?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. Paused and glanced back at the boys before looking me in the eyes. "I..." his voice faltered an internal battle waging through his eyes. "Do you think I could get a job with you?"

I narrowed my eyes. As valid as the question was, I knew there was more. I had my suspicion what he wanted to ask, but I was never a patient man unless it involved work and I was not as tolerant of indecisiveness. My hair danced around my body, the fading light picking up highlights throughout the curly tresses. Strands began to glow slightly, noticeable only because darkness was approaching.

Johnny's eyes locked onto those glowing strands. "Remember Nana used to talk about the Patupaiarehu?" "That we were related to the ones that used to live in Pirongia?"

I smiled and sighed. Closing my eyes I absorbed the lights letting my hair fade back to its natural dark colour. Being home and with the cusp of dusk and dawn I should have been more cautious.

"What makes you think that the bush fairies are still not living there?" I asked, a mischievous glint in my eye.

His eyes widened, "Are there really Patupaiarehu still living in Pirongia forest?"

I slapped a hand down on his shoulder. "They never left cuz. Only their human descendants moved on."

"So," he mumbled, "Does that mean because they're fairies, thats why you're you know...a fairy?"

I looked at him eyes wide and burst into laughter. I rolled around on the ground my belly sore from laughing so hard. I wiped my eyes before I punched him in the shoulder. "You're a fucking idiot," I said, still chuckling. "Statistically, one in every five males will be born gay and I'm sure they aren't descended from any damn Patupaiarehu. Besides sexual identity is very fluid these days, stop sweating the small details."

I put my arm around his neck and yanked him closer. "When you finally have the balls to ask me your real question, I'll be here to listen. As for any available job positions, I can arrange something if you're really serious, but good luck selling that to your dad."

"I'm fucking twenty six already." John growled.

I snorted, "That don't mean shit to your dad and you know it."

"Can't you tell him?"

"Grow a pair and stop being a damn pussy." I headed towards the fire the boys had merrily built and turned back once more. My smile was every bit as mischievous as pucks from midsummer nights dream. "And who's the fairy now?"

John blinked a few times before both insinuations finally caught up to his brain. There was surprise, shock and then finally outright laughter. Like I said, we Kiwi's knew how to make fun of ourselves.

"Just so you know," John shouted. "You will always be the first fairy of em all."

I winked, "You make that sound like a bad thing."

A few days later, uncle Henare paid me a visit.

"You are not to take Hone away from his home."

I blinked a few times, "Well hello to you too, Uncle,"

He grunted, "Stop filling my sons head with all your fancy ideas. Hone will be Kaiako when I resign from kapa haka."

"Johnny actually got the guts to tell you that he wanted a life for himself?" I asked, surprise clear in my voice, "One that wasn't dictated by you?"

Henare slammed the table. "I'm sick of you cheapening my sons name, it is Hone and you will tell Hone that you don't have a job for him."

I clenched my teeth and stood glaring at the old fool. "I'm not the young teenager you used to bully Henry and neither will I lie to John about job opportunities that my company may have to offer him."

"Don't you talk to me like that boy!"

I got up close and personal my hair rapidly twisting and moving in a wind of it's own. "You seem to forget that I'm not a boy anymore and you don't get to tell me what I can and can't do."

Henry yanked a greenstone pendant from out of his shirt. The pendant was in the shape of Taniwha and it glared balefully back at me. Taniwha were spiritual guardians and this particular taniwha was made in the image of our shape shifting ancestor Te Whiu Whiu.

"I know what you are boy!" Henare snarled. "I know a Huringa, a fucking changeling when I see one."

I grabbed a hold of his Taniwha and squeezed. "You forget one thing you stupid old fool, Patupaiarehu blood flows through you too otherwise how do you think Te Whiu Whiu was able to transform into a taniwha?"

"On what planet do you live where normal human beings could do any sort of magic let alone see Wairua the way we do?" I ranted.

He yanked out of my grasp nearly choking himself when the leather string held firm before the knot behind his neck fell apart and left his taniwha pendant in my hand.

"What the hell is going on here?" Nana shouted.

She had long grey, white hair pulled into a bun behind her head. A head shawl made of black lace protected her neck and shoulders as she stormed into the room. Bent over with age and her skin papery thin, her eyes were still full of fire and commanded the room. Here was our matriarch and she was pissed.

"My moko has only come home after seven years and not even five days here and you're trying to scare him away, you stupid old bugger." Her cane flashed out hitting Henare sharply on the head. The speed and loud resounding thwack that echoed from her attack left me wide eyed in surprise. That was a lot of speed and strength for a woman who looked far to frail to even lift such a heavy cane.

"Mum, don't get involved. This is between Hemi and me."

Her cane lashed out too fast for Henare to dodge. Again it made my eyes widen and then narrow in speculation.

"I am still your mother, boy, and this is my house not yours. I could hear your damn shouting and demands all the way in the backyard."

I stood up offering her my chair. She glared at me. Her cane hit me on the ass before she sat down with a huff. "That's for yelling and cussing at my table," She said.

"That was uncle, not me," I muttered under my breath,

"What was that?" was her sharp reply

"You want a cuppa, nana?" I offered, my smile sugary sweet.

She nodded her eyes still firmly on her son. "No sugar for me, moko." I guess nana's tastes had changed. She'd always had a sweet tooth.

I smiled while I made her tea. I hadn't been called moko or grandchild in such a long time. The simple task of making tea soothed me even as the atmosphere was rife with tension.

"How dare you call my moko a huringa . All these years you've done nothing but belittle him and I've had enough of your bullshit. He's family and by god as my witness I will disown your ungrateful ass if you keep insisting that he's not one of us."

He snorted and rolled his eyes.

Her cane lashed out once more. This time over the table and even at an awkward angle she held her cane with a precision and power that belied her frail appearance. Uncle didn't even bother to duck, merely rubbed his forehead where she'd jabbed him.

"You have to let it go, son. Hemi is not responsible for what happened to you when you were little. This bias clouds you to the strong and brave man my moko has become."

Henare's face clouded over. His hands clenching into fists. "The past is the past, mum. You always bring this shit up every time we talk."

This was news to me. I guess uncle had forgotten I was in the room, so I kept quiet and partially side on out of his eyesight.

Snake-like, Nana's hand lashed out slapping his mouth and silencing him. "You have been running from the truth for a long time. Instead of facing it like the brave warrior you claim to be, you target Hemi and direct all your fear and anger on him. It's got to stop." Her lower lip trembled, "If I had known the sort of torture you were putting my moko through back then," Her voice wobbled, she took a deep breath composing herself before continuing. "If I knew all the pain you put Hemi through seven years ago, I would have stripped you of your mana and prestige in front of our tribe elders."

Uncle Henare's face paled.

"What makes me so angry about this," Nana said, "is that no one told me what was happening to Hemi. It wasn't until he left that all the things you put him through came to light. By then it was too late because my boy left his family to get away from you. Hell everyone knew that Hemi was mooning over Tamati and you even brought that boy into the kapa haka group just out of spite."

My face flushed. I guess as a teenager we were never the most subtle when it came to someone we were infatuated with. To hear that everyone knew whom I liked... Sheesh!

"You don't know what you're talking about old woman." Henare's voice was deep and low, full of warning.

Nana had always been my staunchest defender. Mum, Hinengakau, was her daughter, youngest of the family and flower of our tribe. She'd died giving birth to me and none knew who my father was. Mum was always insistent that my father was Patupaiarehu. Since mum had the Sight and spoke to Wairua, or spirits, only uncle Henare refused to listen to her. Claiming it was utter nonsense. When I was born, aunt Elizabeth, uncle Henare's wife wanted to take me home to raise me as one of hers. Something happened at the hospital when uncle Henare picked me up. Enough to scare him and order aunt Liz to rescind her offer of raising me. No one told me what it was even to this day and it was Nana that became my guardian. Aunt Liz loved me as best she could, but it took her a long time to finally stand up to her husband. I never held any resentment towards her. She tried in her own way to raise me indirectly.

I never could understand how blind uncle Henare could be to the truth of our world. His narrow views and opinions were based on what he thought of as indoctrinated truths and there was nothing any of us could do to prove him wrong. One of those firm beliefs was that our family did NOT have Patupaiarehu blood running in our veins. I was the exception. He believed I definitely had Patupaiarehu blood in me and that made me impure. When I openly admitted I was gay, that was more confirmation that I was unnatural and impure. However, listening to this conversation, it looked like Henare had used me as his scapegoat for a past he couldn't run from.

Unlike Henare, I wasn't afraid of confronting my truths even if they hurt. I moved back towards the table. Gently placing nana's tea on a coaster in front of her, I pulled out another chair sitting beside her and directly across from Henare. His face was red, hands clenched and a look of unrelenting stubborn resolve shone through.

Nana sighed, shaking her head. "You're a stubborn fool, and if you're not careful you'll lose someone close to you because you're still living in the past."

I controlled my expression, but if nana was saying what I think she was saying, then maybe she knew about Johnny too.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're not ready to face the truth, my boy. It doesn't matter."

"I want to know."

"I've said all I'm going to say on the matter. For what little it did to sway you on anything."

Henare finally glanced my way. "As for you, stay away from Hone."

I stood up so quickly my chair toppled behind me. This asshole just keeps pushing, he would never learn. "If John wants a job with my company, he's got it." I picked up my chair, "And uncle," I said, "get therapy or go see a Tohunga." I pushed the chair beneath the table, needing to keep my hands busy before I did something I would regret. "Either way you need some serious help."

I moved towards the door, pausing as I stepped into the hallway, looking over my shoulder. "This is my only warning, Henry. If John decides that he wants to come with me against your wishes, I'll move heaven and earth to ensure that he gets away from you. And you can try to come at me. But like I said, I'm not a teenager anymore, and even though I could kick your ass from here to timbuktu, out of respect that you're an old man, I won't."

A small smile spread across my face as rage suffused his cheeks. "If you want to get any of your lackeys to try and prove a point to me, then you go right ahead. But it would be quite embarrassing if a lot of the kapa haka boys ended up in hospital over a misunderstanding. Nor would they live it down if they were all beaten by the openly gay boy." I laughed, "It might shatter their masculinity if I did that to them."

I strode away, needing to get out of the house and clear my head. There was a swirl of ugly emotions roiling inside my chest and stomach. I needed some action, maybe I should get laid. And if that didn't burn off this excess energy I could always head towards the Auckland branch and get some training in.

Strobe lights and a dry ice machine created flickering designs over the misty room. Swaying bodies breaking up the designs to the gyrating sounds pumping out of the speakers. The Dj in the corner bopping his head with more strobe lights highlighting him from behind.

My hair was too damn long to allow it free reign in here. Besides my locks had a habit of curling around guys that felt tasty to them. Night made the wilder side of my nature come out and play. Instead my hair was tied into a bundle atop my head. The man bun if you will. Jeans so tight they conformed to my ass, an asset I was rather fond of, and a shirt that highlighted the amount of training required to ensure I was in peak shape for my job and I was ready to get some man flesh.

I inhaled deeply. Emotions had a scent to me. One would assume that lust would be the main scent coating a night club, but it was desperation. Lust was a distant third while loneliness came in a solid second. The primal side of my nature liked the scents. If fear had been in the mix I would have been in scent heaven. Strands of hair began to glow, they could be easily mistaken as highlights due to the strobes but if I allowed my power full reign my hair became unruly, dancing to a tune of its own making. Even now, strands were falling out of my man bun and if I didn't control my urges they'd glow as bright as the strobes flashing around us. Some of my colleagues jokingly said I was a human rainbow flag. If I let my power spill out randomly I could use my hair as a banner. My nickname among friends who knew me well was christmas lights.

During the day my power wasn't so flashy and I could control my impulses easily. But night time was a different ball park. Patupaiarehu were known to be mischievious at night. You avoided the forests of the Patupaiarehu during the night, dangers for the unwary mortal ran rampant otherwise. Many drunk teenagers with more alcohol than sense went into the forests at night on dares and not all of them ever made it out again.

A wicked smile curved my lips. Hungry eyes stared at me from the gloom of the room as I began to dance. More people crowded the dance floor. Some bumping into me intentionally or by acccident. I didn't care, the more people around me, the more I could siphon energy from them. A kid who barely looked like he could shave sidled up to me. Blue eyes, blond spiky hair and a devilish smile filled my view while he sashayed around me. He pirouetted and deliberately ground his small tight ass against my crotch looking up at me from over his shoulder, long thick lashes darkened by mascara. He was so small he had to go on tip toes to ensure his ass hit my crotch.

I chuckled my laugh coming out deeper than normal. He smelled good, his scent filled with lust, hope and innocence. It was that last scent that gave me pause. Made me pull away from him. He tried to cling to my hand but I shook my head. Eighteen was the legal entry age for clubs here in New Zealand. This kid was much too innocent for me. He was untested and I knew if I allowed my baser nature to get the better of this situation I'd have an innocent addicted and pining after me. Tonight I was hungry, and whoever I chose would get the full brunt of my nature. This kid didn't deserve that. Not for his first time and I lacked the patience he'd definitely need.

I took another deep breath scenting the air. I tugged the kid behind, following my nose. In the corner sat a solidly built guy. He looked no older than twenty one. He wasn't classically handsome and there was a shyness that made him more real. Too many kids these days put up fronts, looked only for the superficial and then wondered why they couldn't find anything substantial or real. I turned to the blond twink behind me.

"What's your name kid?" My voice was rough and almost guttural. My primal nature was riding me hard tonight.

"Jontel,"

I snorted, "What's your real name, and don't bullshit me."

For the first time, his practiced smile faltered. "It's uh, its Terry."

I smiled, gliding my thumb over his lower lip. His eyes dilated, pulse rising and lust rose off him again, a beautiful bouquet.

"Tonight is going to be your lucky night, Terry."

Keeping hold of his hand, I pulled him with me towards the solidly built guy who was trying to be casual while he glanced at the two of us before lowering his gaze to his beer.

I got up into his personal space, waiting for him to finally look at me. He tried to lean back, but the wall prevented him from moving further. There was fear, nerves, envy and such desperate need coming off him. I growled inhaling deeply. I could see the pulse in his neck beating rapidly.

"I don't want any trouble," he said. Although scared, he held his ground against me.

I laughed, "What's your name?"

"Robert."

Drawing Terry forward, I put him in front of me. The kid barely hit my chest. He pushed back onto me rubbing his lower back against my hard on. I lowered my head towards his ear. "Terry, I want you to kiss Robert over there. And I want you to kiss him like you mean it."

Terry looked at me eyes wide. "We gonna do a threesome?"

I placed a hand on his neck and hushed him. "When I tell you to kiss Robert, you kiss him got it?"

He blinked, his breath hitching, arousal so strong his trousers showed how much he was liking this turn of events.

I tilted my head slightly, looking at Robert. "Do you like what you see?"

"Ive never done anything before," Robert uttered. Snapping his jaw shut he looked down, despair colouring his face. "I mean I have never had a threesome or," he shrugged again, "I'm not good at any of this." He made an attempt to flee.

I grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. "I'm not fucking with you, Robert."

I pushed my power through my fingertips into him. He gasped eyes wide and then they rolled upwards as my power surged through his veins, creating spikes of pleasure. He was hard in moments. I sucked that power back into me and with it, Roberts energy followed in its wake merely a small trickle, a drip at best. I approved, it showed he was strong of mind. I leaned back, tilting Terry's head back. He'd watched Robert's reaction with fascinated eyes.

"What did you do to him?" He whispered.

"The same thing I'm going to do to you." I smiled back.

I held his neck with my hand, it encompassed that fragile column and the dominating position made me growl again before I kissed him. His lips were soft, full and tasty. He'd drunk some sort of fruity drink and his tongue wrestled with mine. I pushed my power into him, in doing so I touched on his energy. He gave it up so willingly. I could still feel Roberts energy along my skin and I wove it around and through Terry's. They gasped and moaned in unison.

I pulled away from the kiss. Terry's lips slightly swollen. His eyes already drawing unerringly towards Robert. Robert's face was filled with wonder, his gaze never leaving Terry.

"Now kiss Robert like you mean it." I said.

There was no hesitation, Terry lunged forward, straight between Roberts spread legs. His hands went around Roberts neck, while Robert gripped the twinks waist pulling him closer, lifting him in the process. Their tongues locked and moans of pleasure dripped from the two while they devoured each other. With a mental twist, I detached my power from the two, leaving them in their own little bubble world. I looked carefully over their intertwined energies and smiled. Once the lust wore off, they'd need to re-evaluate if they could make a real go of things. But at least the two of them would be able to see the truth of each other without all the bullshit and hiding. With their energy linked together, they'd know what lies in the heart of each other. With one final glance their way, I took the memory of my interference out of their heads. It was easy now that I had tasted their energy.

I moved onto the dance floor once more. Young guys flirted and smiled at me. At twenty seven I was old enough to look like a man in my prime and young enough to appreciate what my looks and body offered. However, there was a gnawing within my core that Terry and Roberts energy hadn't touched. I knew I needed to sort it out soon. There were two hungers I needed to sate and one of those hungers would require more than one sexual partner.

To my right, I could smell two men that made my cock rise, ready and eager. A long term couple, judging by their strongly intertwined scent. However within their joined fragrance there were other interesting aromas that pleased my primal side. They were both in their late thirties. One had a receding hairline, strong handsome features sitting atop a well defined body and an obvious roaming eye, if the lecherous stare he was giving some of the muscular guys on the dance floor was any indication. The other was slim, well groomed and elegant in his movements. Truth be told he could blend very easily into a crowd unnoticed, there were no defining physical features that made him stand out in a crowd.

Yet, as I inhaled his scent there were nuances, captivating scents of green herbs, citrus and an indefinable fragrance that made him more sexually appealing than ninety percent of the people vying for my attention. Currently his attention was tracking his partners lecherous stare, a slight frown marking his forehead before he'd smile and turn to the group of friends around them. None of their friends noticed the disconnect between the two.

I smiled. Now it was time to play the seducer. I turned towards the dance floor, concentrating on the Dj, I tasted his energy slowly synching my power with his spiritual signature. I tapped my foot and sent a staccato beat ensuring the Dj incorporated my beat into his blends. The beat was designed to lower inhibitions and raise libido. I took my shirt off, tucking it into the back of my jeans. There were murmurs of appreciation as I joined the younger jocks dancing to the side of the Dj booth. They may have smooth bodies, with hints of muscle. But mine weren't created in a gym. Mine was from field work and the various dangerous cases I was sent out on. We may have a gym with all the bells and whistles in the various branches that we were associated with, but we used it normally as part of our downtime work outs. Real training was done with simulated situations along with various obstacle courses set up with the use of live firepower.

The Dj's bass beat pounded along my skin. My hair was already falling around my head, light glowing and fading throughout the strands. My hair tie gave one valiant attempt to hold the mass of curls up, but the tempo of the song changed and the staccato rhythm danced along my nerve endings. People screamed and danced enthusiastically around me. The surge of energy rolled over me and thats all my hair needed for it to break its confines completely and cascade around me body. Just like the christmas lights my friends jokingly called me, my hair created a symphony of colour matching its staccato beat to the Dj's songs. This tactic would help select my victims for the night.

Everyones eyes were on me and their awe, amazement, lust and the glorious scents that permeated the room was heady and intoxicating. I deliberately turned my head to see that the couple I targeted was now very interested in me. Excellent, my hair was doing its job, hypnotising its intended victims. Energy spikes from above and around the balconies told me my hair had ensnared people there too. The more that people took note of my blazing hair, the easier it was for me to capture their attention and thats what I needed in order to draw upon their energy. Some had camera's out trying to capture my hair doing its own unique strobe light impersonation, but that didn't worry me. My powers never showed up on camera's or recording devices. My power registered like a psychic ability rather than a magical one, even with the flashy hair theatrics saying otherwise. Studies showed that my power bent a person's reality through mind alteration and not through a manipulation of the elements around us. In other words, I could make my intended victim believe that I was hurting them, blinding them or even killing them and the mind found of way of actually performing these tasks. I'd seen cuts and bruises appear on my victims skin without me ever going near them. The power of the mind and its belief was a dangerous tool in the wrong person's hands. Some days it was difficult to decide if I was a monster or a saint. But I was black ops, I did what I had to.

Tonight I was here for a different reason. A less nefarious purpose, and in the end all that people would have on video of me, if I was ever that sloppy at hiding the evidence, was my hair swaying and dancing around my body. Considering this was a night club, that was hardly suspicious. Not to mention anyone that saw my hair glowing like a multiple of rainbow fairy lights hidden within my strands wouldn't remember any of it the next day. Right now, all that beheld my hair were under my spell and I revelled in the power that coursed through me. I drank and drank and felt people moan and shout as pleasure rushed over them. Even those that didn't see my hair, I now had enough mana to let my power control everyone within the building. With a final click, they were mine to do with as I pleased. People began touching me, their hands points of energy that made me shudder. Energy feeding made me horny as fuck, it also made people forgetful about phones. Like a hive mind, people stopped what they were doing to grab their phones and delete any pictures or videos that involved me. The head of security was standing, eyes glazed by the door, I ordered him to delete footage and shut down the cameras for the next half hour. I'd call one of my team mates to help create a video loop for the time that I deleted from the footage later to cover my tracks, while another would surf the web, hack systems and create algorithms to monitor unusual activity on the dark web as added precaution. But they all knew this was the price I paid to help keep my self balanced and functional. After all, I was their executioner as well as their torturer.

The couple were trying to move towards me, but with all the people trying to touch me, they couldn't get through. With barely a thought the crowd parted. I beckoned the two towards me. Tonight's crowd had eased the ache of one of my hungers, it was almost a full house and the energy from all these people was invigorating. But now I needed to slake my second hunger. Now it was time to fuck, and mind fuck these two while giving them unbearable pleasure. My smile was predatory, I couldn't help it. The upcoming fuck was going to be epic, I could sense it.

As much as I would have loved to fuck these two while we had an audience, I'd learned to be more circumspect thanks to my job. We ended up at their house. Once we left the club, the people would forget what had transpired, and the couples friends believed the pair had gone home alone. The anticipation was heady on my tongue.

The scent of Anthony made me want to devour and covet. It toyed with my desire to own, claim and fuck till our eyes crossed. Dark hair with a sharp widows peak, hazel eyes, more brown than green, filled with desire need and wonder. I saw the surprise and wonder on his face while I cupped his face, kissing him leisurely and with gentle care. I felt his need to be wanted just for him, the disconnect he and his lover Julian were going through had been trying and Anthony was at his wits end on how to fix it. Now that I had a taste of his psychic signature his woes, concerns, and worries were an open book to me. He knew his husband of fifteen years was cheating on him with younger guys. He'd tried his damnedest to make himself more attractive for Julian. Tried to take time out of his own busy work schedule to set aside time for the both. But this time, it looked like Julian didn't want to meet him halfway and Anthony knew they were close to point where his heart could only take so much before Julian would break that last piece of his heart and he would leave. Deep down Anthony suspected that was exactly what Julian was hoping he would do. Free him from this farce.

To me, the turmoil, emotional pain and uncertainties was a heady bouquet. I loved it, deepening the kiss and holding him tight to my body. My hardness rubbing against him, telling Anthony, that a male in his prime wanted him. Desired him, and ultimately was going to fuck him good. Anthony and Julian had a change in their relationship seven years ago. Anthony was a dedicated bottom when he met Julian. Now, it was Julian that demanded to be topped and controlled and because Anthony loved his husband, took it upon himself to ensure his man was sexually fulfilled. Because Anthony catered to Julians needs, he in turn was left wanting, and Julian's selfish attitude meant the lazy sod turned over and went to sleep.

There was a groan that startled Anthony. He pulled back to stare at his husband. In both their minds, it appeared as if Julian was tied to the bed spread eagle and naked at my insistence. He was definitely naked, but only in his mind was he strapped to the bed. I grabbed Anthony's chin and forced him back to me.

"Don't look at him," I growled, "Your focus should be on me."

Those hazel eyes lowered, "What about Julian."

I wanted to shake my head. Even now, with my arousal evidently rubbing against him and his lips swollen with my kisses, he still worried about Julian. The prick tied to the bed didn't deserve this man. But Anthony loved him so. Therefore I was going to show this wonderful man in my arms what he was worth. And I was going to show the dip shit he called his husband what he was missing.

I kissed him again. "Julian needs to learn to appreciate what he has," I took his shirt off, watching light and shadow curve over his body. His body was slim, but there was tone underneath his skin. A light spattering of hair between his pecs and a small happy trail that went down into his trousers. I kissed his neck leaving a trail of licks and moisture in my wake until his dark nipple was near my mouth. Taking a quick lick, I opened my mouth and sucked hard, using teeth to give him an edge of pain and pleasure. His body arched and he moaned loud. With my other hand, I pinched his nipple and sent a sharp jolt of power through my tips into him. His shout and the way his back arched even further, while his groin rubbed closer to me made me smile contentedly.

"Strip." I demanded. "I want to see all of you."

Anthony was a little shaky on his feet, but obeyed willingly. There was a forlorn sound from Julian. I turned around and placed a hand on his thigh. I sent a sharp burst of power that had him screaming in pain. I pushed more power into him making his nerves feel like they were bring scraped over a cheese grater. It was so sudden and sharp he hadn't had time to beg me to stop. Just as he was about to plead for me to stop and his hard on was wilting very rapidly, I filled his veins with pleasure. So much pleasure that his body arched and he screamed for me. His eyes rolled upwards and his cock produced a small amount of precum. I stopped just as fast as I started and he flopped back on the bed.

"Is he okay?" Anthony asked. "Please don't hurt him."

I turned back to Anthony, pulled him close to me, growling deep and biting and licking the side of his neck.

I said over my shoulder to Julian, "Do you want me to stop?"

Julian's eyes blinked, he swallowed, licking his lips before he shook his head no.

"Julian is reaping what he deserves," I moved in closer so my mouth was near his ear and whispered, "And after this is done, I promise that you will see that you are more than you give yourself credit for."

There was a choking gulp of breath, his body held taught against me, before he curled into me. I held him tightly, his face against my shoulder. I kissed his ear and neck, a rumble coming from me while Anthony clung to me.

"Take my pants of." It was a command, and Anthony pulled back to pull my pants and boxer briefs down to my feet. I liked seeing him on his knees. Our shoes had been removed a while back, so I stood naked and erect. Julians gaze was greedy and hungry when he raised his head level with my very happy cock.

"Can I touch your cock?" Anthony asked.

I smiled, cupping his face. "You can do anything you fucking want to me."

He smiled, never taking his eyes off my now pulsating member. He grabbed my cock at the base, lifting me higher so he could lick my scrotum. I was a firm believer in manscaping and knew that Anthony was quietly pleased I was nice and smooth. His tongue sent a jolt through my cock and up my spine. His need and desire to please come from a place that was unconditional. It was a rare quality to have. He was in his zone and all he wanted was to please and it was that talent that drew me from the start. That pure uncontaminated desire for me, made me groan in exquisite pleasure. I allowed some of the excess to bleed into Julian and his high pitched moan echoed behind us. I would allow the pleasure to rise and rise inside him, but there would be no release or surcease for him. No, Julian would see through my eyes, feel the wonder and appreciation I felt and what Anthony showed and gave so willingly and lovingly to me. I would let Julian know that it wasn't him, but me that would light this man up.

Anthony popped one of my balls into his mouth, sucking gently, using a lot of tongue to glide across the skin. I moaned and spread my legs a little to give him easier access. He gave a happy sigh, pulled from my left scrotum with a loud pop, and then attacked the other. Lavishing it with his tongue and suctioning mouth. I growled, pulling on his hair and pushing him onto me. He moved his head back to eye my upstanding cock. He licked his lips, glee the likes I'd only see in the eyes of children staring through the window of a candy shop lit his face.

His mouth opened and without hesitation or pause, he swallowed my cock. There was a little resistance as my dick stretched his throat. I was a decent length, but it was the width that I was most proud of. I watched his throat stretch around my girth and I moaned. I held his throat lightly feeling his adams apple bob while he swallowed. I shouted my pleasure as I felt his oesophagus ripple up and down the shaft. I couldn't help myself, I thrust into his mouth all the way down. There was no gag and his tight lips hit the base of me. He looked up at me, those hazel eyes sparkling with hedonistic glee. I growled, pulled back and thrust hard and deep back in. I held the back of his head and watched his head bounce with my forward thrust. His fingers danced over my scrotum, pulling and tickling. This was a talented mouth.

Julian thrust his hips up. Feeling what I felt, looking at Anthony with such desperate need. I cut the connection and watched as Julian's face fell. A look of loss sweeping the planes of his face. I didn't need to see his face to know it was there. I could feel it. No, my eyes and most of my attention was on the man that was looking up at me. I pulled him off my cock, although there was reluctance in his face.

Until I kissed him deeply and whispered, "It's time to fuck you, don't you think?" His smile was large and he nodded quickly.

Anthony's head was lying on top of Julian's stomach. Julian had begged Anthony to turn his head and suck on him. I warned Anthony, he was allowed to do anything to me, but Julian was off limits tonight unless I gave permission. The man bit his lip, but nodded agreement. I suggested Anthony could rub his head against Julian, but not enough to let him come. Anthony held his legs off the edge of the bed. His ass open and peeking gloriously at me. I licked my lips. This was going to be fun. My hair was now longer than it should be, touching the floor easily even as I stood tall, it grew even longer as strands finally wrapped around the two bodies on the bed trapping them in place. I made sure Anthony was embraced comfortably within the silky locks. His heart beat a little faster at the restricting sensation, but there was still trust and unconditional need for me. I smiled, this man was a rarity indeed. Beneath him, Julian's heart beat fast as if a trapped bird fluttered inside his chest. Through the strands he experienced alternating moments of intense pleasure to be dashed by intense pain. My hair loved his reactions to both.

Just as the hair holding Anthony so gently pulsed with such amazing intensity and potency, I linked with Anthony and gasped at the overpowering sensations and passion that this man held. It broke my concentration and before I knew it, my mouth, lips and tongue were dancing across his puckered hole. He screamed trying to move but my hair held him resolute. I licked and kissed and growled, tasting him and the fluttering sensitive muscles teasing my tongue. I dug deeper ensuring that he was open enough because I wasn't sure how gentle I would be once I was inside this man. His body undulated like waves upon the ocean, eager and ready. I don't know how long I teased and tasted him, but he was a sweaty mass of need when I was done. It was time.

On the bedside table was a box of condoms. As much as I wanted to feel this man with nothing between us, the sensation of his silky sheathe stretched tight over my glans, I needed to be responsible. Although I was clean, I didn't want this man beneath me to fear for his health or safety, I needed to be smart for both our sakes. Even though his eager moans and the thoughts that were running through his head begged me to slide inside him without any restrictions. The images were so vivid it nearly broke my own will. This man definitely had a luring an attractive pull that drew me in. I had not lost myself this deeply to my primal side in a long time and a small part of me wished this man was truly mine and only mine. But I knew it couldn't be. Not for myself and not for this man who deserved better than what I could offer. I had too many shadows in my life for one with such a bright light.

I had to squat slightly to ensure that I was at the right angle to slide inside Anthony. I made sure I was fully lubed and played with his hole, sliding more lube inside him. Julian kept screaming and moaning his torment and pleasure a repeating cycle that left his mind and emotions tossing and turning. I loved every squeal, tear and cry he made. It filled me with glee and energy. I linked his mind with mine once more so he could see what I was about to do. It was a surcease to his torment. Although I didn't allow him to feel what I was feeling, he was grateful that he no longer was being punished with pleasure and pain.

It was as I tried to push the thick length of me into Anthony that something in Julian finally broke. He wept silently for I didn't want his heartfelt pain and tears to sully the amazing pleasure and wonder that had filled Anthony. Should Anthony turn his head to look at Julian, there would be no tears showing. No, that was a private hell for Julian. Anthony would only see Julian writhing in pleasure. More shards of Julians heart fell and I absorbed his pain and hurt like the balm it really was to me. Half my length was inside Anthony and my hair pulsed and vibrated against Anthony, light and colour flickering over the strands. Anthony opened his mouth as pulsing pleasure filled his veins. That was my cue to slide the rest of my length inside. His ass fluttered at the assault, but Anthony's mind only felt pleasure. None he'd ever felt before. I held myself deep inside, relishing how tight and good this man felt beneath me.

I rotated my hips in a circular motion, the same way you pushed forward on the pedals of a bike. Thrusting forward in an upward arch to ensure I hit that spongey button inside him, retreating in a downward motion so that I hit more spots on the way out. Anthony was desperate to move, I could see and feel his need to ride me hard and fast. His eagerness made me grin, large and feral. I kept a steady pace, sure firm strokes in and out in a circular motion, teasing and bluntly smashing into his prostate. My cock was thick enough that the circular motion was almost a struggle to maintain since his sheathe was so damn tight anyway.

Anthony's cock was hard and ready, angry and red, precum dribbling onto his skin in a silky stream. His cock so hard it stuck to his belly like a dogs. I knew if I touched it, he would shoot. Instead, I smiled down at him, moved in closer, skin to skin, changing the angle of penetration by doing so, but I knew he was close. Now, I needed more than teasing, I needed to fuck and do it hard and fast.

My hair pushed and pulled until Anthony's ass was wedged firmly against me, tilted higher so I could lie on him and kiss him while I fucked. I was not gentle, it was hard, deep and fast. The bed shook with the strength of my thrusts. Inside my mind Julian wailed his loss as I fucked his husband. He cried and pleaded for me to stop. That he was sorry, that the other guys didn't mean anything. He begged, pleaded that I don't steal this man from him. He wouldn't know what to do if Anthony left him. I laughed, a dark timbre to the sound as Julian was forced to see how hard and fast I was fucking Anthony. How much Anthony's face was filled with such lust, such need and amazement. How much his husband had missed being needed, wanted or fucked the way I was showing him.

Anthony was muttering and moaning trying to move and thrust but held firm the power flowing in my hair. They now looked like vines, wooden vines strong enough to hold a man down, and strong enough to move one too. Had I still been in the club, the videos would definitely have seen the transformation of my hair. But I didn't care now and these two would not remember my hair once we were done. I'd make sure. All they'd remember was the night and the amount of pleasure, for Anthony at least.

I smiled even as I increased the tempo of my thrusts. Anthony took it like a trooper, eager, open and so fucking sweet. I loved it his mewling sounds, I loved the scent of our sex, sweat and desire. I loved hearing the heartbroken cries of Julian even though I made sure Anthony couldn't hear them. This was my element and I revelled in my domain.

"So close," Anthony whined. He tried to move his hips, futile as that was, and then his body tightened, spasmed around me and thats when my own pinnacle hit me. I roared while Anthony coated our sweaty bodies with his essence. I couldn't control myself, I bit into his shoulder, leaving marks even as I continued humping into the depths that had given me extraordinary pleasure.

My hair withdrew, absorbing the semen, sweat, pain and tears from both men lying there. No mess, no fuss. Julian was still hungry and needy. I'd made sure that he was aroused even as his heart broke. It was a skill of mine. The essence from these men left my hair glowing, shiny and healthy. It settled down behind my back content as much as I was. Touching both men I took away the supernatural aspects of our night together. I discarded the used condom and returned to the bed.

Julian still sobbed, not knowing why he was crying but knowing that something precious had been taken from him. Anthony on the other hand had an afterglow of content on his face. I pulled Julian up the bed using the headboard to rest against and dragged him onto my lap. He was a big man, but so was I and I made it work. I kissed his tears, licking them before kissing his forehead and wiping the tears beneath his eyes with my thumb.

Anthony crawled towards us, looking at Julian. "What happened to him?"

"Tonight showed that he really doesn't deserve you."

Anthony's hand touched my knee and then gently onto Julian's leg on my lap. Julian reached out holding onto Anthony like the life line he really was.

Anthony studied me, hazel eyes searching for something, although I had no idea what. Even with my skill to read him, this wasn't a clear cut decision on his part, more an instinctual need to understand me. "I know my partner is the biggest asshole and that he's fucked up a lot in our relationship."

I blinked, I liked that Anthony was breaking with his sophisticated persona. I liked his side of him a lot. Such a shame I wouldn't be claiming him.

"But," Anthony continued, "He's My fucked up asshole."

Julian cried harder, gripping onto Anthony's hands tightly.

"I know we have a lot to work through." Anthony's chin lifted, hazel eyes determined. "I know Julian has a lot to work through and to atone, but he is still mine."

"You really mean that?" Julian asked.

Those eyes turned to him, soft and full of love. "I really do."

I whispered in Julians ear, clouding Anthony's mind while I did it. "If you hurt him again, I promise you won't like what I do, is that clear?"

He nodded emphatically. "I'm not going to fuck up what I have."

Anthony blinked, "What were you two whispering?"

I smiled a lecherous gleam filling my eyes. "I was merely telling Julian that it's time for round two. This time, he'll be fucking you, while I plow his beefy ass until he can't walk right tomorrow."

By the scent of lust and desire in the room, I knew both liked the idea very well.

It's been a while since I've posted on Nifty, ahhh, the memories. Let me know if you enjoyed the story.

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