Ok, here we go again. I am bound and determined to finish this story even if it kills me (And it looks like it might just do that). After 3 days straight of experienceing the joys of editing, I finaly got this chapter the way I wanted it. I dont think I could apologize enough for the long wait, but I hope this chapter makes up for the time somewhat. Comments and lectures about timelyness are all welcome at DivineGlow@aol.com as always. Thanks for the patience for those of you still with me.
Under the Light: Chapter 2
Rusty stepped out of his car after the long drive home and stretched with a yawn. The sun had set already. He stepped out of the garage and looked out to the stars. His house had a great view from the hill it sat on. It was high enough where no tree or house could block its view on the rest of the city and the mountains beyond, from the front yard at least. Rusty sat on his car and watched the glittering lights of the city and the stars for a small amount of time before taking his bag out of the car and stepping into the house.
Upon entering he found a note in the foyer. 'Hello Dear. Your father and I are taking a European vacation for a couple of weeks. Call you when we arrive. Love, Mom.' A sigh passed through Rusty's lips. 'Gone again, big shocker.' Rusty walked to his room and set his bag down next to his desk. He really just wanted to sit there and fall asleep. Not have to worry about anything. No worries ever again.
'But isn't that what all humans want, Rusty?'
Rusty wanted to be cheered up by the musical voice, but for some reason even Nic couldn't get him out of this new slump.
"What's the point? I just don't know anymore. Sure I just had a great time with one of the most gorgeous guys I have ever seen in my life. And I know he wants to be with me, and I guess deep down I want to be with him. But if we get together, then what? Are we supposed to grow old together or something? Then what? Why bother, he'll just get taken away too." Rusty sat down at the desk and laid his head down.
'Rus, I know you miss him. I think you did what you had to do. Augustus isn't happy to be away from you either. But he knows that he can't just sit and ponder the whys. You shouldn't either. What good will it do if you waste away your life?"
"What life?! I have no life. I have no family, no friends. All I do is go to school, and pretend I am happy."
'Your life is what you make it Rus. The Fates present the chances and opportunities just as often as they take them away. It's a balance thing. Have you have heard the saying "For every door that closes, a window is opened." The Fates know what they are doing. Yes, the door for you and August has closed. My advice, is to go through the window that you just watched open for you.' Rusty could feel Nic's presence leave. He sat at the desk for a few moments lost in his own thoughts.
'A window..... Well what else am I going to do? This time I have James in check. I can protect him...I hope...' Rusty stood and stretched. Looking at the clock, he noticed how late it was. Almost 11. So he decided to take a shower and go to bed. He wasn't really tired, just lacked motivation. He walked slowly to the bathroom taking of his clothes as he went and dropping them to the floor. By the time he reached his large shower all he had to do was step inside and turn on the water. Rusty had the fight the urge to sit on the bench. He knew he would stay there too long if he did. So he simply washed himself, turned of the water, and stepped out. He grabbed a towel off the rack and dried himself off lazily. After wrapping the towel around himself, Rusty headed towards room when he noticed that all the lights outside his room were turned off. He knew for a fact that he had them turned on.
Rusty walked slowly and quietly into the bedroom. He reached for the switch and found it easily. But when he tried to flip it, it wouldn't move. It was stuck. Now he knew something was wrong. He took a few more steps and waited for the expected attack. The expected attack never came. Only a single window shade moved. It quickly pulled itself up letting in a beam of moonlight. Rusty snapped to strike in that direction and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Aslan relaxing in the windowsill wearing only a pair of gray boxers.
"Aslan?! What in the world..." Aslan merely raised his hand and Rusty fell silent. For some reason he just didn't want to interrupt.
"Rusty, despite your shock, I think you know exactly why I am here." Now Rusty really was shocked. This wasn't the timid and shy boy he met earlier that day.
Aslan stood and walked slowly over to his goal, the one thing that occupied his mind from the first time Rusty walked by in the halls. Rusty stared at the teen as he approached, enjoying how the moonlight made Aslan's features all the more attractive. Aslan stopped right in front of Rusty with barely an inch of space between them. Aslan reached up and to run his hands through the still damp hair on Rusty's head. He couldn't reach it all due to the fact that it fell way past Rusty's shoulders. So Aslan transferred his hands to the broad shoulders in front of him. Rusty could help but shudder from the touch; images and thoughts swirled through his mind like a tornado. The small hands trailed down over Rusty's chest and stomach and reached the towel around his waist. With no pause whatsoever Aslan pulled the towel enough to loosen it and let it drop to the floor. Nobody was surprised to see Rusty's state of excitement, least of all Aslan. Rusty could only stand there, at a loss of what he really wanted to do.
"Rusty, you are so perfect. We have always thought so. I know how you feel about me, you couldn't have been more obvious, but then again, who am I to talk? We feel the same way about you."
"We? What do you mean we?"
Another shape moved in the dark several steps before it walked into the moonlight. He looked like a carbon copy of Aslan; he was even wearing the same type of boxers. Part of Rusty back flipped from joy.
"You guys are..."
"Twins, yes." Fyn responded. Rusty looked to Aslan.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because while we were in the weight room I didn't think it would go over well to say 'By the way, me and my twin brother want to screw you till you cant walk straight'."
"Ok, I guess that's a good reason." Rusty looked to the floor "Maybe I shouldn't have led you on so much."
"Don't say that Rusty. I will admit that what I know Fyn and I are thinking, and what you are most likely thinking, is based totally of a physical reaction." Fyn had moved in behind Rusty and started massaging his back while Aslan spoke. "But I know that I want this to become is something more than that. You have something inside of you that attracts me. Something that I can only find over time."
"Aslan, you guys don't want to become involved with me. You would put yourselves in danger." Aslan was a bit thrown back with that statement, but was steadfast in his pursuit.
"We can handle danger. I am not really the helpless boy you saw earlier. I admit that I led you on. But it seemed like the only way I could stay close to you. You have a very protective nature."
"I am protective, but I am not to good at it." Rusty walked over to the foot of his bed and sat as thoughts of his friend passed through his mind.
"You lost someone, didn't you?" Fyn's question almost drove Rusty to tears.
"Yes I did. Because I wouldn't listen to him or myself. By the time I knew we were in love, he was gone." Aslan and Fyn simultaneously walked over and sat down on either side of Rusty.
"Rusty, I promise that Fyn and I won't leave you. We need you. We want to be with you."
"Yeah, give Aslan and I a chance. You need someone, you were lucky to find two of them."
Rusty was about to say how he wasn't afraid of them packing their bags as much as he was afraid of them losing their lives. Instead he brought his hands to his face to cover up his tears of pain. Aslan and Fyn looked at each other then back to Rusty. They each gripped a shoulder and massaged lightly. Rusty could feel the warmth radiating from their hands and their movements doing work on his muscles. He forced himself to stop crying and to look up at the two beautiful teens staring at him with genuine concern in their eyes. Rusty looked back and forth between them several times before Aslan and Fyn both leaned over and rested their lips gently on each cheek.
"I guess if you two are willing then so am I." In spite of the fact that Rusty finally allowed himself to relax, he braced for the unknown on reflex. His eyes clamped shut and a silent prayer went through his head. Was he really ready for this? Why was he so nervous? A hand caressed Rusty's cheek, he couldn't tell whose it was having lost track of which twin was which when he sat down. The hand shifted his face to the left and a pair of lips softly placed themselves against his own. Rusty found himself lost in the kiss. A few moments later they broke apart.
"I have wanted to kiss you like that since the first day I laid eyes on you. A real, meaningful kiss." Rusty almost couldn't believe what his ears were telling him.
"You will have to help me. I lost track of who is who."
"If you don't know from that kiss then maybe I should leave." Aslan spoke with as much mock anger as he could muster.
"Gee, and things were just getting interesting." Rusty had a feeling the game was beginning again.
"Yeah, so you had better learn to tell the two of us apart and quick." Fyn spoke, wasting no chance to jump on the wagon.
"Doesn't a guy get some practice time first?"
"You have 5 seconds."
"Call me crazy, but I don't think that is enough time."
"Times up!" The twins spoke in unison as they quickly stood up and began running.
"Yeah right! Like you can out run me!" Rusty yelled as he gave immediate chase with his manhood flailing about as he ran.
The twins split up, Aslan running through the kitchen, Fyn running through the entertainment room. Rusty had to make a quick decision and chose to follow Fyn, still trying to figure out which was which. Fyn leapt over the large couch closely followed by Rusty who used the couch as a springboard to tackle the smaller teen into a chair.
"So, which one are you? Aslan? Fyn? You better talk!" Fyn struggling the whole time in a vain attempts to break free.
"No! You will never get anything out of me!"
"Not even if I do this?" Rusty whipped into a mad tickling frenzy, finding all of Fyn's weak spots.
'Aslan! I could use a little help!'
'Where are you?'
'TV room!'
"Give it up! Which one are you!?" Aslan slips quietly into the room a towel in hand.
"No!"
"Ok, you asked for....." SNAP! Rusty almost jumped into the air as he felt the stinging sensation in his left butt cheek. Before he could figure out what was going on he saw the two laughing boys running away again. Again he gave chase and turned a corner to find them gone.
"How the hell did they do that?" Rusty forgot he was speaking out loud so was surprised to get a response in the distance of his kitchen.
"We are capable of many things."
Rusty stalked in the direction the voice came from, behind the counter. As he was about to jump the counter and pounce his prey, a pair of hands gave his rear a good squeeze before letting go. Rusty spun around to face only darkness and silence. He paused for only a moment, long enough for another hand to reach around and grope his crotch. Again Rusty spun around to find nobody there. Needless to say, by this time, Rusty thought he was about ready to blow up on the spot. Which he almost did when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a pair of lips attached themselves to his neck.
"Awww, Rusty can't handle the game? What do you think Aslan?" This voice came from in front of Rusty as Fyn stepped into view. Rusty didn't want to lose track again.
"I think he needs to get some rest. He has had a long night."
The two of them managed to lift Rusty and carry him back to his bed, Rusty enjoying the ride. They laid him down gently, and then laid down themselves Aslan on his right, Fyn on his left.
"Still want what we came here for, Aslan?"
"I'll be damned if I made this trip for nothing." And so saying he gave Rusty another deep emotional kiss. "Like I said earlier, based off a totally physical reaction... but just for now." Without giving Rusty a chance to respond Aslan found a good spot on Rusty's shoulder and firmly attached his lips to it. Fyn, on the other hand, had greater goals and went right for the left nipple like a starving child. Rusty's moan overpowered the noise that the twins sucking actions created. Rusty's back arched clear off the bed and Fyn had to force him back to a level position.
Brief moments later both twins let up and gave each other a knowing look while Rusty, eyes welded shut, tried to catch some of his breath back. With the precision of a synchronized swim team they dove towards his crotch, mouths wide open. All the air Rusty caught a hold of quickly left his lungs again, his back retaking its arched position. Sensations and thoughts flooded Rusty's mind but were all overshadowed by the physical sensations created by the pair of tongues washing him down. It as only a few moments before...
"G...g...guys...I...I...I'm...I'm gonna....gonna..." Too late. Rusty's mind went into sensory overload as he felt himself lose complete control of his body. Very, very slowly he began to come down from a high he had never before experienced, and was only dimly aware of two small bodies pressing themselves into his sides as he slipped happily off to sleep....... Rusty awoke to the similar lonely feeling he had now become accustomed to; even more so when he could no longer feel the twins with him. He reached over and turned off his alarm clock with a yawn. When he removed the sleep from his eyes he found a two roses left where Aslan and Fyn had slept. There was a note on the nightstand.
'Thanks for the chance. See you at school.
Aslan and Fyn
P.S. Mind if we stay over again?'
I said it and I ment it. This story will be finished! I dont care what it takes. Hopefully it doesnt come to getting constant email reminders to write but if it does, I wont complain. There are still 4 chapters left in this part, and another 6 in the final series. 10 to go. By the way, this mad flurry of writing also gave birth to a new story that shall arive in several days time called "Crazy Days, Wild Knights". Dont worry, the first chapter is all ready finished. Just giving time between the postings. Check it out if you got the time. Thanks for reading!