Lions, Tigers and Bears. Oh My!
Usual disclaimers apply. The following contains male-to-male sex.
If you are under age or such reading is illegal in your country,
please go elsewhere. Otherwise, please enjoy.
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A Special thank you to Brett for his
December 16th 2010
took almost a month for Kody to get
all the information we needed, with hundreds of phone calls and hours
typing away on his computer, the keyboard modified to take into account
very large fingers. During that time we helped out on the ranch; Kody
have any animals, but he still had a fence around his property and he
repaired it in years.
Arsalan spent the first week having sex
with Brandon every time he could. Every afternoon when he came back
the house would be filled with their grunting. During that time Arsalan
look at me even once and that felt weird. As much as his constant
me had been annoying, I'd grown used to the attention and I'd found
missing it. Kody and Lao were more than happy to keep me company during
Kody even managed to get us the
blueprints and those revealed a big surprise. The building that looked
might be partially within the hill actually extended inside it for over
"I thought ya said they did book
restoration," Lao said.
"That's what I was told they
"Maybe they also do archiving?"
"What are they archiving? Every book
ever written in the world?" was all I could say.
"Well, at least this is to your
advantage," Kody pointed to a circle on the other side of the building.
"That's the main air vent; it goes down three hundred feet. Once you've
passed the fan there's an access door for maintenance. You'll be able
to go in
"What kind of security do they
"Nothing at the air vent. The grill
weights over four thousand pounds. They probably figure no one can take
without machinery and since the land's pretty much flat at that point
"We should be able to take it
off," I said looking at Lao and Arsalan.
"It'll be easy," Arsalan said.
* * * * *
I looked at the cast iron grill and then
at Arsalan. "Easy huh?" It was ten feet across and the metal was
thick. It was obviously old, it had warped in places cracking the
cylinder it capped.
Arsalan had already shifted in his lion
form, his clothing stretching over his muscles, grabbed the bars and
pull it up without success. "Okay, so we're going to have to work at it
I undressed, shifted and went about a
third of the way from Arsalan and Lao did the same. We looked at each
and with a nod we pulled.
Werewolves are stronger than normal
people; I can lift about eight hundred pounds without too much trouble,
seen Lao hold his ground when a horse tried to pull him and Arsalan
stronger than either of us. It took us three tries, but it did come off
moved it enough so we would fit. After a rest and getting dressed we
As Kody had said we didn't see any
cameras on the way down, or anything that might be a security system.
bottom of the shaft was as featureless as the rest of it, a clean
floor, no security and an opening about twenty feet high and across. We
feel a breeze coming from it. The corridor was a hundred feet long and
a large fan; each blade almost twice my height. They moved slowly
we could easily slip pass them, but the wire mesh in front of it hadn't
Arsalan shifted to his lion form, grabbed
it and ripped an opening in it as easily as if it had been made of
gave us a wide smile and walked through the fan. We followed him and
corridor ended a dozen feet later, where as promised there was a door.
I cracked it open and looked into a dark
corridor, eight feet tall by six wide. The air was dry and I couldn't
anyone on it. We stepped into the corridor and fluorescent lights came
us, spreading in both directions further than I could see. We froze.
"I think they know we're here,"
"Then where are the alarms and the
guards?" I asked.
"There," Lao pointed to a small
box at the top of the wall a few feet from us, "that thing's a motion
sensor. It's gotta be what turned on the light."
"Then why didn't it also turn on the
"Must be they don't think anyone can
come in this way," Lao answered.
"Which way?" Arsalan asked.
"I have no idea," I replied,
"we're going to have to check each room as we go."
The first door was fifty feet from us; it
was marked as three hundred and sixty two. If that indicated how many
rooms were here then we would be searching for a very long time. The
opened silently and as soon as we entered the room fluorescent lights
Rows upon rows of shelves filled the room.
On them all sorts of objects tagged with a letter and number code. I
identified a civil war era riffle next to a French musket, on the shelf
saw an old style school bell and a cracked tea cup. The shelves were
with a multitude of items.
"What the hell is this?" I
asked to no one in particular, "I thought they did book restoration."
"Hey, look at this," Arsalan
said, "They have a lion's pelt here."
"Don't touch it!" I said as he
was reaching for it.
"Why not? It's just a pelt."
"There could be an alarm on it, just
don't touch anything, got it?"
"Sure," he replied and went off
among the shelves.
"How are ya gonna find that
book?" Lao asked.
"I have no idea."
"We're gonna be here a long
"Hey guys," Arsalan said from
deeper in the room, "I got something."
I raced to where he was only to find him
sitting in front of a computer nestled between two shelves. My heart
that all he'd found?
"Looks like they have a searchable
catalog of everything in here," he said when he noticed me.
"Ya know how to use that
thing?" Lao said behind me.
"Of course, don't you guys stay up
with the times?"
"No," I replied flatly.
Lao chuckled. "Ah never had to learn
how ta use one of those contraptions."
"Well, you should. It's amazing the
number of people looking to have sex on the internet." He typed
"Not that they are connected here. So what should I look for?"
"Sir Richard Francis Burton's
Journal," I replied.
More typing. "Okay, we've got over
three thousand result with some of those words in it."
"We don't have time to look though
all that," Lao said, "try it as one phrase."
"Okay . . . No results."
"How does this work?" I asked.
"Right now it's looking for
something that contains all these words, in that specific order,"
"Drop the 'sir', I'm probably the only
one left alive who respects his knighthood."
"Try diary instead of journal. Some
historians have been calling them that."
"No," Arsalan said, "but
let me try something. Okay, there we good. I only left Burton and diary
got a result; Burton's Diary."
"Where is it?" my heart beat
"According to this it's in room two
hundred and ninety eight and then some letters and numbers after it
I didn't bother explaining that it was
probably some sort of filing system. I ran out of the room and down the
corridor looking for it. This room was different than the one I'd just
that the first twenty feet of it had tables instead of shelves. I
them any attention, I went for the shelves and started looking for the
number Arsalan had mentioned.
I found it between a lance and a roman
helmet. It was a simple leather covered book without any writing on the
Sir Burton had filled out hundreds of them during his travels. They
his notes and opinions. In reading them I'd gotten a good sense for who
had been and it made me respect him even more.
Unlike what his contemporaries claimed he
wasn't an amoral pleasure seeker. He was an explorer and researcher
doing some experiments himself. One of them described some of the
experiences he'd had with a tribe in Africa. I'd been so turned on
that I'd promised myself I would visit them one day. Unfortunately by
I did make it there they had been wiped out by missionaries.
I gazed at the journal having trouble
believing it was finally within my reach after all these years. It took
self control just to stop myself from picking it up, but I'd gone
enough old tombs and temple to know to be wary of anything simply left
display like this. I studied it closer and found the thin copper wire
been threaded through the spin of the book.
I carefully opened it. The leather
creaked, but it was still supple. I closed my eyes and smelled the
book. A sigh
escaped me as I enjoyed the scent of old leather and paper. I missed
now that i no longer worked at the museum.
After a minute I forced myself to get back
to my task. I lifted the first page; it was yellowed, but not brittle.
had hidden it here, for what ever reason they had done it at least had
sure to preserve it properly. I flipped through a few pages, enjoying
Burton's perfect penmanship, and smiled in places where it became
mark that his excitement had gotten the better of him.
I wanted so badly to take the journal
that it hurt. It was the only one I was missing, the hole in my
right now the information it contained was what I really needed. Once I
found my answers I'd come back and try to convince them to give it to
I took out my camera which I'd acquired
during the cold war and I started photographing each page. Because the
I'd created for myself had me doing a lot of traveling the German
drafted me to become a spy. Not long after I started snapping pictures
noticed Lao walking by me, but I didn't pay him any attention,
turning pages and taking pictures.
I was close to the halfway point when the
I curse loudly. "Damn it Arsalan, I
told you not to touch anything!"
"I didn't," he replied and in
fact his hands were in his pockets. "Hey, cool. You found it," he said,
but not to me. He was looking beyond me.
I turned and saw Lao coming toward us
holding a sword in an intricately decorated scabbard.
"We gotta go, guards are gonna be
I grabbed his arm as reached me.
"What the fuck is the meaning of this?"
"Ya better grab yor journal cause we
"No. I didn't come here to steal
"This ain't theirs."
"I don't care, you're going to put
it back where it was."
Lao looked me in the eyes for a moment
before smirking. "Yeah? And what about that journal? Ya had time to
all of it? Cause yor never gonna see it again if ya leave it here."
I looked at the journal and then back to
Lao, if anything his smirk became larger. With a curse I closed it and
it off the shelf. The bastard was right, I couldn't afford to leave it
not after looking for it for so long. If I'd been sure the information
was in the part I'd photographed it would have been okay, but wasn't
risk it wasn't.
"Come on, lets get out of
here," I said through my teeth.
We only made it to where the tables were
before having to stop because a man in a suit entered the room.. He
surprised to see us as we were him, but his reaction was faster; he
"Don't move," he said as he
studied us. "You are going to put the sword and the book on the table
step away from them."
"Ya can go fuck yorself," was
"Look," I said. "We don't want
to cause any troubles. I just want to study the journal, you let me do
I'll be happy to leave it here."
"I'm afraid I can't allow
"Come on, it's only an explorer's
journal, why wouldn't you let me read it?"
"Because if it's here it has been
deemed to be too dangerous, and I'm charged with making sure no one
anything in here. Now, please put the book down." He indicated the
with his gun.
I looked at Sir Richard's journal, rubbed
the leather with my fingers. The answers were in it, I was sure of it.
couldn't simply hand it to this guy could I? Did I really believe him
being dangerous? Not really; knowledge was never dangerous, but the
wasn't mine, as much as I wanted it. I could only hope that over time I
convince them to let me read it. I'd waited a century for my answers, I
wait a little longer.
I didn't get to drop it. I caught Lao
move out of the corner of my eye. The glint of polished metal as he
his revolver. There was a gunshot and he went down.
I looked up at Arsalan's roar. He was
flying through the air toward the man, shifting in the process.
The werelion landed on him and started
clawing at his chest and face.
I didn't think, I shifted and ran toward
them. I pulled Arsalan off the man and sent him flying back through the
"I'm not going to let you kill
him," I growled, my words barely understandable.
"He shot at us!" was Arsalan's
response, his words also more growls than anything else.
"The two of ya might wanna run
instead of arguing," Lao said as he walked by us, "We gotta leave
before everybody else gets here."
was right. Now that I paid attention to it I could heard lots of people
toward us. Still holding Sir Richard Francis Burton's Journal I
out and to the shaft.
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