Fiction~~You Shall Know the Truth~~Ch. 2
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The pure and simple truth is rarely
pure and never simple. – Oscar Wilde
Elias’
mind sped faster than his feet as he ran from the room. Anger and
nerves vying for attention, he tried to ignore the questions swirling
in his head about the director and what was planned for Gabriel. It
made no sense. Why would anyone pay to have Gabriel destroyed
this way, especially if the entire complex was going to be razed after
one procedure?! Didn’t they realize the research that would be to
be lost if the lab was destroyed? It would take years to
reconstruct what they’d discovered over the last months! Not to
mention the money - the funding just to get this far had been billions
of credits. What could Gabriel possibly have done that would merit this?
And
if, god forbid, he’d actually done something so abominable that it
deserved death, why do it this way? It made as much sense as
hiring a hit man to arrange killing a mouse with a laser guided
missile. It was too elaborate, too expensive, and there would be
so much collateral damage it would be ridiculous. Why…?
With
a grunt, he refocused, stopping to peer around the corner before he
sprinted towards the exam room. It was irrelevant. Why
someone would do this didn’t matter; Gabriel mattered. He had to
figure out how to save Gabriel. At least he had a small
advantage, he thought, as long as no one realized he’d been a part of
Gabriel’s escape. Dr. Takahashi would think of the men that had
just assaulted his angel and they would get the blame for this.
He’d probably think they’d damaged him in some way and had tried to
hide the evidence. That would make more sense than the scientific
lead of the project wandering around late at night, spying through
cameras and rescuing his test subject. He could find somewhere
for Gabriel to hide until he could get him off planet, and then he’d
feign ignorance when the disappearance was noticed.
Would
Devlin help? If he wasn’t too loyal to the company, he might be
able to find them a way onto the shuttle when it arrived. Gabriel
would be safe as long as he could find someplace to hide that could
stand up to a week’s worth of searching. Reaching Gabriel’s room,
one sharp jerk was enough to open the door wide and he grabbed it with
desperate hands before it slammed loudly into the wall. Hanging
onto it, his hands slick with sweat, his legs shook so badly he
couldn’t move for a painfully long moment.
He had to calm down, or he was going to get them both caught!
He
stumbled inside and eased the door closed ineptly, wincing as it closed
with whooshing thunk. Leaning against the white wall, he tried to think
clearly past the panic-induced nausea churning through his
stomach. Somewhere to hide Gabriel, that’s what he needed.
One quick thought discarded any place inside. The lab might be
over ten levels below the ground, but he only had access to the
residential section and the labs on the bottom. It could be
searched in a few hours at most. There weren’t any other areas he
could get to, though! All the other floors were sealed off. He
could hack the codes if he had enough time, but he didn’t!
His
breathing increased as he discarded one hiding place after
another. His mind scanned through what he remembered of the
blueprints he’d had access to: the tech residences, the labs, the
shuttle bay, the emergency exits. He held his breath as he saw
the stairs up to the surface in his head. It wasn’t too far from
here, and it went straight up to the top, with access to the surface on
the opposite end of the complex from the shuttle bay.
The
only problem was that it led outside. Would Gabriel be able to
survive in the wilds for a week? He looked at his angel, lying
still and quiet on the table as though he’d never moved, and he tried
to think of him objectively. He looked strong enough to be able
to defend himself, Elias thought, swallowing hard. Compared to
the pale walls and silver equipment, Gabriel’s beige skin seemed to
glow. He…definitely looked strong enough to, um, defend himself.
Arousal flowed through his blood, mixing in with the panic and fear
until he could barely think at all.
He
closed his eyes. There was no time for this! He had to
think: what did he know about the wilderness around the lab?
The
information packet he’d received his first day played through his mind
like a holo-vid. It was a low-growth forest, 400 square
kilometers in size. The lab was…yes, 148 kilometers from the east
border, 208 kilometers from the North border. Terra-forming
had been completed two years before S.N.S. had built the lab.
Most important, though, was the wildlife; all animal additions were
relatively benign towards humans, as this was originally slated to be a
wilderness vacation getaway before the company had purchased it.
This meant, if Elias could get Gabriel out there, he’d be safe enough
until it was time to leave on the shuttle. With a shudder, he
realized it was Gabriel’s best chance.
Thank god he wasn’t
going with him, though. There weren’t even toilets out
there! And who knew what insects were crawling around? He
shuddered again.
His breathing slowed as he finally had
somewhere to run to. As long as Devlin would help them, this
could work. The man had to be able to help them. He didn’t
have the highest security clearance, but as a communications officer
within the security team, he had access to most of the areas that
they’d need for smuggling someone out. As long as he wasn’t
involved in whatever Takahashi was doing with Gabriel…
Elias
chewed on his lip. He couldn’t think of any other way.
There were more unknown variables than he liked – Devlin, the outdoors,
the shuttle itself – but it was all he could think of! Just to be
safe, though, he’d better make sure to get Gabriel out before he
contacted Devlin. At least the poor man would have a chance at
freedom that way, rather than being caught again immediately.
Chewing even more viciously on his lower lip, Elias tried to think of
what he could collect from his room, but all he could see in his head
were pictures of the guards sneaking back in to rape their prisoner
while he slept, with Dr. Takahashi none the wiser. Elias couldn’t
take the chance of leaving him alone.
Besides,
there was only one route back to the residential section, and it was
right past the door to the Valentine’s Dance. It was too risky.
People
would probably be leaving it soon, he realized. They’d fill the
halls, and one glimpse of Gabriel would make his plan virtually
impossible; everyone knew who he was. Elias’ beautiful, blond
demi-god was known throughout the entire darn complex; even guards from
other floors had slipped in just to have a peek at him!
Elias needed enough time to wake Gabriel, get him up ten floors, and
then return to his own rooms, all without being spotted. He nearly
groaned; this was going to need every second he had!
If
there was one mistake, even something as simple as the night guard for
the exam rooms returning, it could get Gabriel killed – and it would be
all his fault. He’d been blind to what was going on for too long;
he couldn’t let anything else happen to him. He had to make
himself move. He forced his feet to step forward, even as his
insides quivered with fright. No matter if he had to carry
Gabriel all the way out on his back, he vowed to himself, he was going
to get him safe. He’d just found out the man was still in his
body; Elias wasn’t going to let him die now! He would save the man he
loved…
…Even if he hadn’t actually met him yet.
~~~~~~~~~~o)0(o~~~~~~~~~~~~
Strapped
to the table like an insect on a pin board, the blond ‘angel’ would
have snarled in frustration if he could have moved his lips. His
capture had not led to anything he had expected. This was nothing he
had been trained to endure. He felt a certain amount of
satisfaction that the capture had been his and not one of the others
that had been sent out. The Interplanetary Council had put forth
many scenarios in an effort to control the capture itself, but nothing
they had planned for had occurred.
The hell of drugged
immobility that had been his world for weeks now was an epic nightmare
where even blinking under his own power was a distant
memory. Far worse was what the paralyzing drug had done to
his mind. His walls, his mental shields had crumbled so that
every person around him buzzed in his head as loud, unintelligible
static. If not for this distraction known as a scientist, the constant
chatter and his own infuriated frustration might have driven him
insane.
Dr. Kerr had saved him from that. Thinking of
the pretty little man settled his mind when nothing else made an
impact. The thought led to the rage welling up yet again as he
recalled of the sheer gall involved in treating him this way. He
brought Kerr’s image, his new habit, to the forefront before he
possibly twitched in fury. The game was not at its
end. Envisioning soft touches along his skin and hot compresses
moving over his cock, his thoughts almost immediately settled into a
state where he could actually think rather than devolving into
unchecked madness. As always, control was the key to calming an
unsettled mind.
If only his incompetence were so easily
remedied, he thought bitterly. Acting in an arrogant fashion was
a poor excuse for the disaster this mission had become. If not
for the fact that his mistake could possibly have fatal consequences
for more than just himself, he’d think he deserved it for the level of
hubris he and his team had displayed. It was a miracle the
entire syndicate hadn’t discovered every detail of this mission before
it even left the ground. A bit less self-assurance and they would have
waited until they knew more. Most likely they would have
discovered that S.N.S. was sending out feelers in preparation for a
power play.
So sure that he knew who was responsible for
the recent kidnappings, he’d never even bothered to look further than
the Independents. His personal team’s plans had involved
entrapping the space-based group. Logic should have dictated that
a contingency plan in place was better than the defunct one currently
doing him absolutely no good at all.
Never should he have
let himself be talked into this. The Interplanetary Council had
asked for volunteers to investigate who had been targeting their Truth
agents. He’d been ‘encouraged’ in their usual bludgeoning fashion
to be one of them. They needed someone who could function with no
equipment. His mind to mind communication was superior among the Truth,
and being a ‘hard-assed son of a bitch’ besides, he’d been a ‘valuable
candidate’. It didn’t hurt that no one ever saw his face.
Given false name, put into a position to be abducted, he simply waited.
It had worked beautifully, he thought with an internal
scowl, so beautifully that he was here, paralyzed on a table as he
waited for his mind to be wiped from his body. Without the
sub-dermal trackers in his body, there was no way anyone was going to
be able to find him. He was on his own, and his best was
obviously not good enough to get him out of this. He should have
signaled sooner, perhaps then he might have had a chance. He was
to have been taken, transported somewhere, and after discovering the
originator behind the entire endeavor, prepared to summon the others.
He
should have summoned them seconds after he was put on a transpo, but
he’d thought waiting to retrieve all the facts was the best
option. Now, he was going to pay for it. His one
consolation was that it was likely sheer bad luck that they’d brought
him out here to what was an isolated corner of the universe. The
tragic thing was that they hadn’t done it because they suspected his
capabilities; facts of the Truths’ physiology were still a secret,
known only to the Council. Mental abilities were one of the
reasons they’d formed such a close bond with the Council.
Protection had been provided from persecution for the few abilities
that were public knowledge, and the Council had help in their judicial
and peace keeping efforts.
It was… unfortunate that S.N.S.
espoused such complete paranoia about their project. He was
so far from normal space that even he couldn’t reach far enough to
contact someone.
It irritated him that this one detail
was going to ruin everything. Everything else had gone the way
he’d planned. Periodic painful questioning on the inner workings
of the Council was to be expected. Standard plebian torture and
he’d dealt with far worse than their rather pathetic attempts to break
him. Unexpected elements, such as the paralysis and inability to
speak, assaulted him every moment he wasn’t being interrogated.
It wasn’t as bad as a sensory deprivation tank, but it was close.
The final straw was finding out they were using a new technique to take
over his mind. It looked like the Mureta family had paid S.N.S.
handsomely in order to try yet another attempt at infiltrating the
Council. A small head wound, a story of lost memory, and they
foolishly imagined they’d be inside the ranks with a man already
considered above reproach: a Truth. There was no knowledge that
the first mental touch from another Truth would expose the hidden mind
within his body. Their plan had absolutely no chance of success,
not that he bothered to mention that. It would not have saved his
life, and it would have given them useful information on Truth
physiology.
No
Truth would ever betray their people that way. He’d prefer to
die, and it seemed they were going to oblige him. His wish was to
be granted tomorrow, unless something truly miraculous occurred.
It sounded as though the soft voiced Dr. Kerr was going to suffer long
after him. The thought made him want to tear the filth
apart. He couldn’t stand the thought of them touching the gentle
man, let alone imagine them hurting him.
He
could still remember the first time he’d seen him. Just a flash
of a sweet, anxious face as a paralyzed eyelid was opened for an
examination. The brief moment before light ended all attempts at
sight, he’d seen chestnut hair cut short and still managing to curl in
spite of it. Deep brown eyes with lashes a woman would envy, a
little upturned nose that made one think of freckles and cotton candy,
and a lower lip that was so full he wanted to suck it into his mouth
and keep it there.
His
temporary vision had ended as soon as Kerr let go, but he’d still been
aware of the man. Over the days and then weeks that he’d been
trapped there, he’d begun to rely on the scientist’s presence as the
one interesting thing in his static stillness. Lucky for him, the
comforting visits grew so frequent the man was practically living next
to him after only a few days. Every morning began with the strain
to hear Kerr’s light footsteps. He would hear the light tap of
soft fingers on a computer keyboard for hours in the morning and
evenings, noting the small, almost inaudible sigh that would accompany
every interruption by the man’s techs. It became a game to
maintain alertness, trying to figure out what Dr. Kerr was going to
have for lunch once the quiet man started bringing in his food and
eating next to him while others retreated for more social venues.
He’d
tried to predict what his swiftly growing obsession would smell like;
an occupation he lost regularly as the man changed shampoos on what
seemed like a daily basis. So far, his favorite was a scent he
would swear was bubblegum. Like most of the man’s choices, it was
a little juvenile, but it blended well with Dr. Kerr’s underlying
scent. Memorizing his patterns, listening to the answers for
questions from everyone around him as he stayed polite, no matter how
rude or invasive they were, and seeing him in brief glimpses every
morning as he was checked, a slowly developed picture formed of the man
inside his head.
He was quiet, brilliant, inquisitive,
polite to a fault, a little introverted, and more than a little
sensual. By the sound of his tread and the angle of his head
while he looked into dead eyes, he was likely a small man, probably
slight. There was the impression that he was very uncomfortable
with social interaction, although he seemed quite passionate about his
work. His hands were always soft. The butterfly strokes against
skin signaled his touch, a persistent eroticism from the first.
He
never managed more than the glimpse of face a few times a day, but that
small physical snapshot was enough to intrigue him.
Sometimes the man was nibbling at his lower lip while he flashed the
light. Other times he would be completely focused and intent, and
every once in a while something in his gaze was practically
affectionate. It got so that his mind whirled in obsessive
circles until the first sight of the scientist calmed it. It was
almost an obscene focus on the man, and he didn’t damn well care.
In
his initial assessment he had been unable to determine if Kerr was a
part of the entire scheme or merely an unwitting dupe. The
evidence had slowly mounted for the latter. The good doctor had
never been present when the others had discussed what plugs were
dummies and which pieces of equipment needed to be reconnected to give
the proper readings. His first thoughts on hearing those
descriptions were that they were setting a false ‘medical accident’ for
later reference, but as time went on, he knew all these lies were
geared to fool the little scientist who thought he was in charge.
It
had been a comfort to realize that the target of his lust and obsession
was most likely an innocent in all of this. It became far more
vital when Dr. Kerr suddenly became something more than a fascination.
Another
game had been to let himself daydream a minor ways in front of
Elias. He required the concentration as the drugs keeping him
strapped to the bed also lowered his wall slightly to the minds of
others. Looking for ways to keep his sanity intact with all the
noise the minds around him extruded, he’d felt Kerr’s gentle hand
whisper-soft checking his vitals. He’d imagined the man replacing
his fingers with his tongue, licking cat quick along the muscles of his
stomach and lower until he’d reached his cock. He’d seen the full
lips sliding over him like they were made for it, sucking him in
deeply. An involuntary moan attempted to escape paralyzed
vocal chords and he had been startled to hear a small moan from the
little scientist instead.
Dr. Kerr was receiving him.
The
implications were enough to make him even more viscerally aroused than
he’d already been. The only person who would be picking up
flashes of his mental activities was someone who could be a potential
partner. These rare humans were usually very bright, often with latent
mental abilities of their own. They were the only humans his kind
could partner with. If the good doctor was receiving enough
imagery to arouse him, he could be claimed. The thought alone
would have been enough to have fangs exploding out if he weren’t
paralyzed. A temporary bond would be necessary; his principles
required at least the minimum to take him away from the world he had
known. If he survived this ordeal, that is. The unique
gifts of the man brought back would meet the needs of the Community.
It
was now a sworn oath to himself that he was going to take him. If
not for the circumstances leading to this moment, he’d have had the man
taken and the faint taste of blood already on his lips. Honor and
duty, the two things he based his world on, kept him from any kind of
true feelings for the man. This kind of human was far too
precious to the continuance of his species to leave behind, even though
he would eventually have to be mated to another.
Ignorance
of the scientist's character was not an insurmountable issue; the burn
from wanting Kerr was an unrelenting ache in his body. It pleased
him that the temporary mating would only increase the man’s appeal to
the others. Stunning himself with the thought that he liked
things about him, other than a random lust for a body. He hated
people who couldn’t stand up for themselves, thought them weak, but
Kerr was charming as he talked in that overly polite voice, trying to
maintain a bit of privacy without actually asking for it.
Scientists were mostly narrow minded fools focused on only what was
placed in front of their nose, but there was pride whenever the techs
talked of all the cures his little one had developed. There was
even the unexpected appreciation of something as sugary and childish as
bubblegum, as long as the scent was on this incredible man.
Everything appealed to him.
It was to be hoped that Dr.
Kerr was strong enough to complete the first level of mating. It
was often described as the more pleasurable of the two forms when it
came to humans, taking far less work. Not that it mattered; he was
taking him anyway. If Dr. Kerr could truly receive, he had an
actual right to him. It was part of the agreement that had
brought his race into the Council in the first place: the ability to
take a partner from anywhere, at any time, without other legal issues
arising, as long as they were single. The amount of gossip surrounding
Dr. Kerr's bachelorhood told him that wasn’t going to be an issue.
One
drop of blood was all he needed to reach minds even if they were on the
other side of the galaxy, at least during their first moments
together. A temporary blood bond that would allow him to judge
the man’s true nature before he took him, instinct was rarely wrong,
but he would not endanger others because of a misjudgment. All
evidence pointed to the man as being as innocent as he seemed, however,
even if Kerr was more involved in the prisoner’s capture than he
thought, he was still going to be taken. He would punish him for
a while, but he wasn’t going to let him get away.
So he
was going molest the little man, connect them by blood, and bring him
back to his home world willing or not. Other humans had come to
terms with joining the Truth community. They had grown used to
the mental speech and the personality traits that seemed to breed
rather strongly within the race. If others had done it, Kerr was
certainly capable of dealing with it as well. He seemed a
practical man. They could use another scientific mind in the
Community as well.
Kerr belonged to his world
now, and he’d learn to like it. He had too many unpleasant
sensations to heed only one. Being in touch will the null minds
of all humans on the planet generally tended to be the largest.
Besides, taking a temporary partner was an expedient way to get exactly
what he needed to contact the other Truths. The communications
array would likely be too well guarded to get to once he was free, but
Dr. Kerr wasn’t. He could be made into a Tempar, and then…
Perhaps these pathetic criminals should have looked into the situation
a bit closer rather than leaping into the unknown, he thought with a
cruel inner smile.
He could use Kerr.
As
soon as he’d realized that, focusing on his scientist and what Gabriel
could do to him as soon as he escaped consumed his thoughts. It
provided a far more pleasant way to pass the time rather than merely
existing inside his skin. He’d nearly gathered all the
intelligence he’d been sent to get within the first few careless
nights. The guards were greedy and lazy, nothing he’d ever
allowed in the humans he worked with. Often listening to talk of
the meaningless drivel in their lives, he picked through the painfully
boring statements until something of value came up. One was a
plan to slaughter all the innocents when the transfer took place.
Filth who kill others to hide their own misdeeds made him ill.
Given
a choice, there were far more enjoyable things to concentrate on.
Once he knew that the little man was receiving him, hours were spent
deciding what he could broadcast during the few minutes Kerr would
check his vitals. Skin to skin contact was the best time to
implant fantasies. Without the blood bond, thoughts would only
appear as general impressions or feelings, but it would be enough to
tease Kerr with.
The next few weeks witnessed hours of
molestation. He tasted every inch of that small pale body,
watching him writhe and moan incoherently as he tongued his dark
pucker, or sucked him in a way guaranteed to bring him to orgasm three
times in a row. Soft skin begging for his touch while cherry lips
screamed filthy things, helpless and begging to be taken over the same
table he was trapped on. Thrusting deeply into virgin depths as
the man keened in pleasure. Slipping into the shower to find Kerr
covered in pearlescent pink bubbles and mounting him against the
wall. Knees to his chest, on one side, or riding with abandon,
any position was enough to get a message to his chosen lover. All
doubts about Kerr’s status as a potential partner fled, each indrawn
breath was all the confirmation he would have needed. The scenes
flashing through his head had his lover-to-be instantly breathing in
sexy aroused little pants.
The mental smile running
through his head with it's tinge of evil would have left those that
knew him gaping. It had been many years since he had found such a
responsive play toy. Knowing he couldn’t currently follow through
on all the erotic fantasies his mind concocted was only fuel for the
sendings. As soon as they escaped, he was going to strip the man
if he had to shake him out of all the clothing and bury himself in that
trembling body until they were both completely sated.
His
present condition, he scowled thinking about it, the length of time
he’d been here indicated he should be thinking ‘if,’ rather than
when. Considering that it was the night before the scheduled
lobotomy, his prospects were looking fairly grim. Without aid, he
saw no way to get free. It angered him that he would be
unable to give his information to the Community and the council, but
the true irritation came in the fact that he wouldn’t be able to save
Kerr and the other innocents. It was beyond frustrating that the
man who had become the focus of his every thought, was going to suffer
and die because of colossal failure.
Fury swamped him
again as he thought of what the underlings who worked for Takahashi had
planned for Kerr, but the whispering sound of the door to the room
quietly being opened drew his attention. He sneered in his
head; somehow, he wasn’t surprised. He’d wondered if the pathetic
weaklings would return to complete their earlier plan.
Cowards. He began to empty his mind, readying the state of mind
where torture could not touch him, when the smell of bubblegum drifted
into his nose. The sound of panicked breathing nearly confirmed
his thoughts.
Was that…the little one?
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