Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2002 11:14:55 EDT
From: DoranlII@aol.com
Subject: Gilded Iron I

BLESSED ARE THE PEACEMAKER'S FOR THEY ARE THE CHILDREN OF GOD.

Gilded Iron

chapter I


Aristan, of the noble Peacemaker bloodline was wide awake. His round blue
eyes with their strange starburst pupils, as always danced with mischief
from the moment they opened until the moment he closed them finally in
uneasy slumber at the end of the waking. He hugged his heat retaining
blanket closer around his well developed shoulders, trying to capture the
meager warmth of the air blowing in at the bottom of it. As with everything
else Nomanic, the blanket was comfortless, utilitarian: necessary for life,
or it would not exist. Much like the procreation of sons: necessary for the
continuation of their kind.

He pushed his highly arched feet against the scratchy weave of the vent,
wondering what it would be like to be warm all over. He wondered what it
would be like to stand naked in the heat of a REAL sun, instead of a
contrived power unit like the one suspended inside the dome over the City.
Still, he had heard his parents and others say, living with a power unit
was better than trying to stay alive on a world with a dying sun....a world
like Ru'ul bintu Sheoli.


His home world.

His hand dropped lower, his long fingers encircling the thick shaft of his
sin root with his pale, work callused hands, and sighed at the pleasure
that stroking the already long shaft gave him. His breathing quickened as
he allowed his young mind to wander, touching upon first one forbidden
thought, then another. In this manner, he finally allowed himself a body
shuddering, mind numbing orgasm. He mopped up the evidence of his
transgression with a disposable cloth and pitched it into the autoclean for
the housekeeper to get rid of. He had no fear of reprimand from her. The
aging human crone, Hali, had cared for him from the cradle, and knew his
mind almost as well as he did....just as she had his father before him. Ari
had no idea how she and her brood of human younglings had come to be
attached to the noble Nomanic household, but she had been with them since
her own youth, and Ari was glad for it. She kept all his secrets, as well
as a few of her own, Ari was certain.

Braving the cold at last, he sat up and placed his sandals upon his feet,
wishing he could risk the warm stockings and leggings Hali kept hidden away
for his use when they were certain his parents would not see. He ran to the
window and squinted through the frosted glassine, hoping to catch a glimpse
of the laserworks display which always preceded the parade of the Scorpian
heir to the throne of his world on it's way to daily worship. The one thing
Ari wanted more than anything at the moment, was to actually lay eyes on
that most wondrous alien creature. The creature who by capricious fate
would one day rule the entirety of the Ru'ulian system, as well as the
world on which they lived.

As usual, he could see nothing of interest, beyond the glitter and sparkle
of the laserworks preceding the procession. It was not fair that nearly
everyone could boast of seeing the beauteous half alien offspring of the
beloved Imperator Culpranes, under one circumstance or another.  Everything
about the creature who would one day sit the throne as Imperator was
surrounded by mystery.  Unlike the rest of his kind, young Ari loved
mysteries and the mysterious, and beyond that, he loved anything alien and
dangerous.

The fact was that young Ari wished to be human, nothing more than human. He
decided long ago he would NOT be pushed into the Position of Power within
the Noman temple that his father picked out for him. How tired he was of
the sameness of his life as a nomanic. He threw on his warm woolen hood and
snatched up the basket of daily food offerings for the street urchins.

Though his deprived belly rumbled with hunger, he was allowed nothing to
eat until he joined his parents. This waking even that was alright with
him, because he had made up his mind that on this waking the useless
creatures would pay well for the food and offerings of warm clothing he
would hand over to them.

He walked resolutely to the wrought iron gate of his home and stepped
through it without resetting the forcefield that kept his household safe
from the very rabble they endeavered to help nourish and clothe every
waking and eventide. He had no fear of any one or more of them slipping
into his home....he allowed them to know telepathetically what would be
done to such a transgressor. The nomanic philosophy of forgiveness, peace
and love for lesser beings had completely eluded him, and he ignored thier
piteous whines for succor as they pressed in on him.

The ragged humans crowded around him as usual pushing and shoving and
snarling, always in a most threatening manner, but they stopped just short
of laying hands on him. It was known to them that he was of a 'different'
nature than others of his kind, and could possibly even be dangerous. He
regarded them with blue eyes that were colder by many degrees than even the
bitterness of the day, their starburst pupils large and black in the dim
light. His smile drove them back further.

He would distribute the offerings to the human animals, wishing fervently
he could keep even a little of it for himself. He would distribute the
items, though.....not out of any sense of loving or giving, but because it
suited him to watch them scrabble and fight for each item and
morsel....because he wished to listen to their rough oaths. Just once he
wished to join them in their roamings of the streets of the city. He
desired to experience the satisfaction of hearing obsceneties spew from his
mouth to shock and horrify those around him. He wished to lay hands on
another being without restraint, or threat of reprisal. He was interested
in death...and other things.

Ari stepped into the street with his head held arrogantly high, assessing
the youth and beauty of two of the urchins in particular he had picked out
last waking. They were new to the area, and anything new was also of
interest to him. As always, if the creatures wanted what he had, they would
have to beg for it....they had to come to him on their knees. His stellar
eyes took in the way they moved toward him with their clawlike hands
extended, that they could snatch at the warm offerings and the food they
depended upon his kind for. With a large white hand he beckoned forth a
young male and a female. He then stepped back into the still darkened
doorway. The two youthful humans hesitated.....sensing what his own people
did not. They seemed to be aware that he was not like others of his kind,
and that the nomanic philosophy of peace and love for lesser beings had
somehow passed him by. Not that he had actually harmed them in any way. He
had refrained from laying his white hands on them with violent intent, only
because of his own youth and insecurity....but as he grew older, his fears
lessened and this combination of ruthlessness and physical beauty became
more dangerous to those around him.

"Come to me." He commanded the group as he began handing out the foodstuffs
that smelled delightful even to him. He gave each a small loaf and a few
dried strips of egg powder and meat, watching enviously as they began to
consume the booty they shed not a tear or an hour's labor to receive. "You
two" He said in a softer tone, "over here behind the wall." He smiled,
proffering a little something extra for them.

The two comely humans looked to be a bit older than he ,and if they were,
he reasoned, would be more experienced and more willing to comply with his
demands, though, all the urchins of the street seemed to age
prematurely. His hand worked frenziedly inside his robe as he positioned
them to his liking.  As they bared their genitals, he wrinkled his
nose.....they stank, abominably. Their unwashed garments seemed to crawl
with vermin. Ari moved his robe aside and began to stroke himself quickly,
trying not to retch at the odor wafting into his face. Their mouths, with
their filthy green teeth opened to receive what he had come to call his
'special blessing'. There would be plenty today to bespatter the two faces
and he pummeled his cock, closing his eyes. One day he decided he would
contrive a way to make them clean and do more, but today just splattering
them with his manjuice was enough. After all he had other plans for the
waking.

When he was finished, he straightened his robes, tossed the humans the rest
of the food basket, and returned to the dubious warmth of his home. Yes, he
decided, today would be different.

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Story submitted May 18, 2000