Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2015 14:53:19 +0000 (UTC) From: Leslie Carr Subject: Open Secret I'll put in another pointless disclaimer that a reader advised me to. So here goes. This is a work of fiction in which an adult superhero and a pre teen superhero engage in consensual oral sex. How fictional can that be? Open Secret By Androgyne Pulling my Range Rover up opposite the combined post office/grocery store I stick my head out of the window and call across to the man just on his way out of the shop door. He turns and walks over to my car. By chance I seem to have picked out the local vicar. "Excuse me but could you point me to where the film crew are set up?" He's not the caricature country reverend you see in British comedy shows. He looks like he probably plays Rugby Union after Sunday service is done. "Ah of course! Are you part of "Cambridge studios"? Having the filming going on here has been a boost for our local economy and fun for most of my parishioners." "No in fact I'm a journalist. You say most of your congregation?" "Yes well some people get stuck in their ways and don't like change but for most it's been entertaining so far. And in some cases profitable. Now if you carry straight on till you come to the crossroads and take the second turn on your left. The road to the location they're filming at is closed off but there are a couple of security people manning the barrier. If you're expected they'll allow you up there." "Thank you so much...?" "Tom. Tom Butler. The reverend Tom Butler in fact. If you're writing an article about the film where will I be able to read it when it's done?" "Well the article's not just about this particular movie but about the star as well. Keep an eye on the Sunday Mail and you'll find it there in a week or two. A double page spread at least or maybe even three. It'll be under the banner of Lee Carter. Anyway thanks again Reverend for the directions." Handbrake off and back in gear I cruise along to that crossroads he mentioned and pick out the turn off. The road rises and a few hundred yards in there is in fact a barrier across the road, a portacabin as a shelter from bad weather, and two uniformed guys looking bored as hell. I pull up and repeat my head out of the side window routine. "Hello! I'm expected. I should be on a list if you have one there. Lee Carter to interview Harper Gascoigne. I'm supposed to contact someone called Gavin Todd on the site?" The guard just inside the cabin's doorway scoops up a clipboard and leafs through a couple of sheets. "Yeah he's okay Terry. Open up and let him through. There's only one way to go Mr Carter and that's straight ahead. Just keep your speed down because there's a lot of people up there as well as a lot of cars and trucks never mind the caravans." Terry drags the barrier aside and I move off and up at mainly a crawl. When I emerge from the tree line I'm looking at a really big field filled with vehicles, huge caravans, portable generators, a mobile canteen, and all the utilities needed to shoot location scenes for a big budget movie. Slowing down to barely a walk I enquire where I can park up. I get a vague wave and "Anywhere over there but try not to block anyone in" from a woman striding past. Parking up without much trouble I collect my gear from the seat beside me, step out of the car, and look around. The reason for this being the location site towers above all the modern stuff scattered around the field. I'm looking at "Deveraux Castle" or at least its ruins. Built during the reign of Henry the 5th it's still an imposing edifice. Tagging a passing guy, who looks like a technician of some kind, I ask where I can find a Mr Gavin Todd. Following his directions I get passed on to a woman chatting on a walkie talkie who escorts me to where the cameras are turning. I've enough nous not to talk as I get close to the guy who has been pointed out to me; until they've finished shooting the scene that is. The focus of the scene is my interviewee Harper Gascoigne himself. It's a fight scene featuring his starring role, 2nd movie featuring him and a 3rd planned before this one's in the can, as "Star Prince" the Sci-Fi movie hero. He's fighting a towering armoured figure, likely a stuntman pro, with his trade mark "Star Staff" while the robot or whatever it's supposed to be wields a giant mace. Ducking and spinning he avoids the ponderous blows until he finally trips his huge opponent and, using the staff like a spear, drives it down hard onto a crimson breastplate. "And CUT!" The director seems well pleased with what he's got done. Seeing as the director is the renowned Franklin James I'm guessing filming is going very well indeed. With no need to keep my mouth shut I buttonhole my contact Gavin Todd. "Mr Todd? I'm Lee Carter! I'm here for the interview with Harper. His agent Don Roscoe arranged it with the "Mail" so if you can please introduce me to him and let me know where we can talk." "Yeah you've arrived at a good time. Filming has gone really well today and that might be the end for the day for Harper. Here he comes now!" And indeed here comes Harper Gascoigne/"Star Prince" heading towards us. Moving with a springy gait he tosses his "Star Staff" prop to one of the crew and is about to move past us when Gavin calls to him. "Harper! This is Mr Carter. The one who will be interviewing you for the "Mail" today." The boy's tall for his age, slim, but under his screen costume well muscled, and he's pushed up the "War Mask" he wears in action scenes in his movies. The uniform/costume/whatever/ is the one based on the comic book character's. Black boots ending just below the knee, a black and silver cycle shorts type garment that's skin tight and ends mid thigh, a sleeveless black and silver shirt, and finally black gauntlets. He turns to smile at me showing excellent white teeth and he barely needs to look up at me so our eyes can meet. Mind you I'm not overly tall for a man though he is, as I said, a tall boy. He holds out a hand to me then drops it when he realises he's still wearing those gauntlets. Tugging off one and then the other he tucks them into the wide belt he has buckled around his narrow waist then for the 2nd time offers to shake mine. His hand feels damp, no doubt from being in those shiny gloves, but his grip is firm and he seems quite happy to see me, and, on very brief acquaintance, natural and unaffected by his fame. "Mr Carter!" "Harper it's nice to meet you. Where do we do this sit down and when? I'm here for as long as it takes." "Hey my caravan's right over there. It's huge and I've been living in it all week so I can tell you its way comfortable. We can do it there right now and I can get out of these superhero things and relax. Franklin says he won't need me any more today and he'll film a scene or two I don't feature in. Does that work for you?" "Lead the way son!" Mr Todd, wearing an I.D. that tells me he's a "Press Attaché" for "Cambridge Studios" moves with us. "Er Harper I'd better sit in with you on this since Don Roscoe's not here right now." I don't need to be a mind reader to realise straight off that Harper definitely isn't a fan of Gavin. The boy's lip curls and his eyes narrow. "You're not my nanny Gavin and neither is Don. I know enough about interviews to talk on or off the record and anything Lee asks me that I don't like I'll tell him I've got no intention of replying to it and to ask another question. This way Lee!" We leave a spluttering Todd in our wake and Harper's long legs and equally long stride take us across to what he called his caravan. This is no dinky holiday caravan but a bloody big mobile home that an entire family would not overcrowd. He jogs up the stairs and opens the door for me, stepping back, and waving me inside. Once he closes the door behind us I take in the luxurious lay out this place has. It would be no hardship to live in a place like this long term! Harper bounds onto a well padded chair and waves me into an identical one facing him. Then jumps up again. "Do me a favour please Lee? Unhook this "War Mask" thing will you. They lock it round the back of the head and its murder to get out of." Standing he turns his back to me and points with an index finger to the crown of his head. I can see how he'd struggle with the fastenings! I twist one and then two and finally three of the locking catches and he sighs with relief as he tugs the whole thing free and tosses it onto a nearby table. His longish black hair is dampened with sweat and plastered down. "Damn it feels good to get out of that thing! I sweat like crazy when I do action scenes in this costume." When he bounces back into his chair again I'm just about to settle into mine again when I get a 2nd request. "Hey I'm sorry to ask again but can you help me get these bloody boots off too. They zip down the seams on the inside and the outside too." Zipping them down both sides I realise how tight fitting the things are and have to ease one and then the other free. Beneath them he's wearing grey sports socks and he wriggles his feet with undisguised pleasure. "Whoo that feels better!" Unbidden I peel off his socks too. "Fancy a foot massage Harper?" He looks blank at that when I say it. "Hey call me Harp like my friends do! I've never had a foot massage so who knows. Go ahead and try it on me anyhow." When he pulled those gauntlets off and shook hands with me they proved to be what are sometimes described as "artists" or "surgeons" hands. Narrow and long fingered. His feet are similar. Long and narrow like a dancer's. Taking his left foot I commence kneading it gently and flexing it; watching the fine bones shift under his skin. He sighs and wriggles with pleasure like a puppy being petted. When I've finished with both his feet he's settled back in his chair looking almost boneless. "Oh my God that feels good. Those bloody boots are a torture whatever they're made from. They look good on film but I hate them. Okay do you want to make a start with this session?" On the coffee table besides me I've laid out my recorder, my camera, and my old style note pad and several cheap ball point pens. Picking up the pad I flip it open. "Okay let's kick off and have you verify the basics. Your full name is Harper Henry Gascoigne, son of Martin and Heather Gascoigne, father a criminal lawyer and mother a scientific researcher. You're aged 12 and three-quarters? Okay so far?" He snorts and chuckles. "Harper Gascoigne aged 12 and three-quarters makes me sound like Adrian Mole! But yeah I'll be 13 in 3 months time." "So how much do you enjoy your acting career and how did you get into it? Oh and may I record the interview?" "No problem Lee. Well it happened like this...!" I don't even notice the time going by. "Well I've been doing martial arts for a few years and I'm a pretty good gymnast so I do all my own fight scenes and as many stunts as the studio will let me do!" Harper stretches in the chair. "Well are you happy with things so far Lee?" I'm more than happy so far. Mainly because I like everything about the boy. He's intelligent and articulate and not one iota spoiled by his early fame. The added bonus is he's an absolute stunner! His body, showing under the skin tight outfit, is amazing. His features are finer chiselled than you'd expect on a boy so young. In point of fact there have been several young girls cast in Harper's TV and movie credits less beautiful than he is. Mind you that's the opinion of a gay Lee Carter! "Couldn't be better Harp. Let me know if you want to take a break for a meal or something." He stretches again with a cat-like grace. "Well I could really do with a shower. Like I said this outfit makes you sweat like a horse. What say I shower and change then order us some food from the staff canteen?" "That'd be fine by me Harp. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast. Go ahead and clean up and while you're gone I'll write up a few more notes. Yeah I know I've been recording but I like to put down my thoughts on old fashioned paper. Oh and later would you mind if I took a few photos of you for my article? Maybe you in ordinary clothes and another as "Star Prince"? That camera's so good it practically takes pictures on its own which is why I never brought a staff photographer with me." He hops up and out of his chair and moves easily across the carpeted floor; calling back over his shoulder as he goes. "I'll leave the door open while I shower in case anything comes up that you want to ask me." When he steps into the bathroom I start up on a few more reminder notes for when I begin writing up this article. I hear water begin to hiss and Harp's screen outfit gets tossed out through the door. The flying uniform catches my eye and the next thing I notice makes me suck in a sharp breath and sit up. There's a full length wall mirror directly opposite the open bathroom door and the bathroom's reflected in it. Unable to drag my gaze away I can see a naked Harper opening the door of the shower cabinet. He's truly fucking gorgeous! He's deeply tanned without even the narrowest white patch where the briefest of swimwear would be. His legs and thighs are long, smooth, and shapely. His belly is flat and lightly ridged whilst his pectoral muscles are cleanly defined. His big nipples are dark even against his deep tan. His cock, long and slender, dangles between those silky thighs. When he turns to step under the steaming water I gaze at his taut and smooth buttocks. Then he's masked by clouds of steam. In a trice the incipient erection that Harper has hit me with since we first sat down together becomes full blown. I shift a little to ease the ramrod stiffness of my cock and appreciate the impact the boy's made on me both mentally and physically. "I'll be out in a minute Lee!" I already know that because I'm watching his reflection as he towels himself dry. To my practiced eye he seems to be sporting a semi erection himself which arouses me even more. When he steps out of the bathroom he has a towel wrapped around his waist and a few crystal drops of water trickling down his sculpted chest and belly. "Just let me get changed and I'll order us something to eat then we can carry on." When he returns he's wearing jogging pants and a tee shirt. His hair has been combed out and is held in place by a leather headband with an opal set right in the centre. I admire it and tell him so and doubly so for the ring he must have slipped on in his bedroom. Its bezel is large and looks like platinum with the Greek symbol for infinity etched into it. "Been in dad's family for ages and it's too small for his fingers now." The food, when it arrives, is plain but good. Harper has a substantial chicken salad while I dig into what seems like a genuinely home made steak and kidney pudding with spuds and assorted vegetables. Dessert is just as plain but delicious being English grown strawberries with clotted cream. While we eat we talk quite naturally. Not me interviewing him just the two of us chatting freely. I confess, mentally, that he fascinates me in so many ways and I'm fighting against a strong surge of desire for him. A surge I'm having a hard time controlling. When our dishes are cleared away and removed by the catering staff we get back to my interview questions. I'm enjoying my work thoroughly as well as drinking in Harper with my eyes when I'm thrown an unexpected bonus. "How are your questions going Lee? Much more you need to know?" "Well to be honest Harp I've seldom had an interview go so well or enjoyed one so much. I could keep going a lot longer yet but it's getting late and I'd better leave you and head off." "Hey why go now? This place has got four bedrooms. Stop the night and after tomorrow's shoots you can carry on with interviewing me. We start real early and finish early too so if you're already here we'll have plenty of time to finish things up." Now that is a fine idea as far as I'm concerned. "That's fine by me Harp but what about the film people?" "Lee I'm the star of their blockbuster movie so they aren't going to try telling me I can't have you sleep over here and carry on working with me tomorrow. It's a deal then. Pick a room and bed down whenever you like. There's satellite TV in every room too." "I've an overnight bag in my car Harp I'll go get it right now." Harp wasn't kidding. The early shooting start is around 6 AM so Harp heads off to his bed and I inspect mine. My bedroom is as fancy as the rest of this mobile home. I strip off and slide under the sheets to read over my notes and listen to some of the recordings of the interview. This done I decide to try to get some sleep and get Harper's face out of my head for a few hours. To my surprise sleep does come easily but some time in the darkness of the night I'm awakened. Awakened by a rhythmic buzzing that isn't my standard cell phone. From under my pillow I fumble out the sleek black communicator and press the button that activates it. "Yeah I'm here and I can talk freely!" "It's Mike. Look Lee the monitors in your car are showing some really weird readings. Maybe it'd be a good idea for "Dynamo" to take a look around the area and see what's going on." "What kind of weirdness?" "Every bloody kind! Gravity waves and elevated gamma radiation! Not high enough to endanger people right now but too high to be considered normal." "Okay Mike I'll suit up and do a recon." Slipping naked out of bed I check the time. It turns out to be 2.57 AM. From my overnight bag I tug out my costume and suit up. Black boots. Not unlike the ones Harp was wearing on set but very comfortable to wear. Loose dark blue trousers and matching shirt with a black hooded jerkin over the shirt. Tugging on my black gloves I cat foot it on my boots, with their thick and soft soles, out of my room and into a darkened corridor. Passing Harp's room his door is closed and all is silence from inside. Easing open the door to the outside I vault over the rails to land silently on the grass. Heading around to the back of the mobile home I'm reaching back to pull up my hood. When in place my face isn't just shadowed by my hood but the shimmer field that Mike designed makes my face just a blur to anyone looking at me. Turning the corner of the home I suddenly almost walk into someone. He's in a skin tight steel grey costume, one hand gloved; he's using the un-gloved hand to put his mask in place. The un-gloved hand draws my eye because on it glitters a ring with the symbol for infinity on it. His hair glitters like bluish silver feathers and then he turns to face me unawares. "Harper! Ion? What?" He freezes to stare at me. "Lee! I don't bloody believe it! You're "Dynamo"? What are you doing here?" I've been gazing at him with my jaw gaping so I snap it shut with a click. "Well believe it or not I'm here to interview you. I really am. I never for one second believed that a boy who plays a superhero in movies is a real life superhero." He shakes his head at me looking as bemused as I feel. "Well what are the odds on the two of us superheroes meeting like this? Look if you really did just come here to interview me like you say why are you out here in uniform?" "I've got some serious detection gear in my Land Rover and my tech expert called me to say it was recording some weird stuff. What about you?" He holds out the finger with the ring in place. "The infinity ring woke me. It's sensitive to unusual fluctuations in energy levels." I'm still trying to figure out the odds on one superhero doing his civilian job running into a pre-teen movie star who just happens to have super powers too. He breaks in on my musing. "I always think my super powers are an open secret in the sense millions watch me do on the screen what I can do in real life. Hopefully I'm the last boy they'd suspect of being Ion! Look instead of standing around here should we double up and check things out as a team?" "Fine by me Harp or I guess I'd better call you Ion, as you are on duty in your real super identity. You point the way with that ring to save me going to my car to check the readings." He tugs his mask into place and draws his second glove on before pointing over towards the remains of the castle. "Something definitely going on over there Lee. I'm buggered if I'm calling you "Dynamo" all night though." That brings a big grin to my chops, now invisible since I've drawn up my hood, and my face is blurred behind the shield. "Lee's fine but before we head over there explain something to me. What's with your hair? I see you on the set and sat talking to you with jet black hair but now...?" "This is my real hair Lee. I can't walk around with hair like this in my ordinary life. The black is courtesy of the infinity ring!" It slips out without even thinking. "And the real stuff looks lovely son. Out of this world." Masked or not I can sense he's looking at me really hard once he's heard me say that. He's silent a while then he nods. "Well thanks for that Lee I love it too. Shame I can't let people see it all the time. But we'd better make tracks I reckon." With a twist of his body he turns his back on me and floats up into the air. I flex my body to soar up after him. As we drift silently towards the ruined castle I curse myself for not concentrating on the task ahead but for running my eyes over his sleek body beneath that tight steel grey costume. I don't often go on a mission with a massive erection and I'm thankful that my uniform pants are loose enough to hide it. Reaching the castle we hover in the air above it. "Can you get a bearing on whatever it is and wherever it is Ion?" "Ah crap call me Harp again Lee. Nobody can hear you say it up here. Yeah somewhere inside the castle but not precisely. Let's land in the courtyard. How's your night vision?" "Well just ordinary but there's some special stuff built into this hood. My tech expert gave it infra red and night vision. I'll be fine. I guess you are too or you would have told me." "Yeah the vision comes with the body. We can both see fine so down we go." Drifting down we land on the close cropped grass border of the courtyard near to one of the massively thick outer walls. I lower my voice to a whisper in his ear. "I'm glad there's not a full moon tonight. That outfit of yours really stands out." He shrugs and I can sense a grin behind the mask that covers most of his pretty face as he whispers back. "Yeah well you go for blue and black and loose. Some say this outfit flatters me shiny and tight." I wonder to myself if that just slipped out the same way as my admiring his exotic hair? This is a bloody strange time, place, and circumstances, to flirt but I'm maybe just picking up a tiny vibe from him. "Shiny and tight really does suit you Harp, but you have the ring on your finger and I don't, so you'll have to lead the way glowing a bit or not ." No mistaking it this time. Not just a hint of a grin behind the mask but a faint and stifled giggle from him. "Bugger it Lee I like you! Pity we hadn't met sooner on duty so to speak. Okay this way just follow me!" Tailing him I keep on whispering to him. "Well we live in different cities so not meeting isn't too surprising but there's a lot to like about you too kid." When he glances back over his shoulder I'm seeing his mask not his face but somehow I'm catching feelings of mutual admiration. Light footed he moves off towards the surviving parts of the castle. I being less sure footed than him decide to float an inch or so above the ground and follow his shapely figure through a big stone arch. Now we're in a cobbled area much narrower than the courtyard we've just quit. Moving deeper into the smaller space Harp's holding out his gloved ring finger and sweeping it back and forth. He stops so suddenly I bump into him which is no hardship at all. "Something wrong Harp?" "Not wrong but confusing. I'm getting readings spread around. One or two really big ones and several smaller but they are definitely all underground." I might not have that infinity gizmo he's got but with my hood's night visioning gear I pick out something that makes our next move fairly obvious. "Over there Harp! See those railings? That's a flight of stairs leading down below ground level behind them. If you're sensing things underground the bottom of those stairs is where we need to be. Come on!" The flight of stairs is in fact thick slabs of stone and an iron hand rail runs down below too. I head down those stairs. "Stay up here until I call you, Harp, but keep your eyes peeled or maybe your ring pointed if that works!" Even behind his mask I sense his grin which is accompanied by a silent thumbs up. By the time I reach the bottom of the flight I'm guessing I'm 30 feet down. On my left hand side there's a heavy oak door that won't be original but which is still bloody old. I don't want to break something this old but luckily I don't have to. The door's secured with a hasp and bar plus a very modern heavy duty padlock. Grabbing the lock I twist it around and it shatters easily. Tossing aside the ruined metal I wave Harp down to join me. He hops over the rails and drifts down to land next to me. Which makes me belatedly wonder why I bothered walking down when I could have done the same thing. He glances down pointedly at the mangled metal. I shrug back at him. "What? What? Okay I'll send the National Trust a cheque for the damages. How else are we supposed to get inside?" "Well probably by me using my infinity ring on it but it's a bit late now isn't it? So what are we waiting for?" I nudge the door with my index finger and it swings silently open on well oiled hinges. Inside a long stone flagged corridor leads off before us. It's dimly lit with a line of low voltage bulbs strung along the ceiling. I lead off with Harp actually resting a hand on my shoulder. At the end of the corridor we have two choices. The corridor bends left or we can take another flight of stone stairs down further. "Harp?" "Down!" When we hit the bottom of this flight I reckon we must be 40 or 50 feet underground maybe more. We follow down another long corridor and the door at the end of this one isn't locked, bolted, or barred. Turning the handle I ease open another thick oak door and this one might just be from Henry V's time. We inch out to find we're standing on a stone pillared gallery. Stooping we peer under the balustrade and down onto what lies below. It must be another good 30 feet down from where we are kneeling so this place is really deep down under for sure. The depth is a slightly surprising statistic but what we're looking at is massively surprising. Below us looks like a mad scientist's lab from any one of thousands of Sci-Fi movies. Missing is the mad scientist but two pairs of armed and body armoured guards are pacing around the place. Harp's staring fixedly at one battery of equipment at the opposite side of the vaulted room and he starts to rise. I get an arm around his shoulders and press him back down despite his best efforts. He's so much stronger than any normal human being but when all's said and done I'm Dynamo the human bloody dynamo. He can't wrestle free. "What the fuck are you doing Harp? There are four guards down there. Do you want them to see us?" He shakes his head as if he's waking up from a dream. "That device! That one over there!" He's pointing that infinity ring finger at it. "That's a nuclear powered ionic generator!" "Yeah? It is? So what's the big surprise about that? Not that I know what it is kid but I figure you do." "My mother invented the bloody concept Lee and there's only supposed to be three of them in the entire world. My mum has one of them so finding one here under a 500 year old castle is a bit more than unusual and cannot be a coincidence. I need to get down there and take a closer look." "Okay Harp if you understand the thing then that's more than I do; but if you really need to then okay. We'll have to take out those guards first and do it so they don't trip any alarms. There's a staircase at each end of this room so if you sneak down that one I'll see if I can lure two guards up the other one. When I hit them you hit the other pair. After that we play it by ear. There'll be no way of telling how long before they'll be missed or if they have to report in regularly. Ready?" "Yeah I'm ready Lee so let's do it!" Once Harp's three parts down his flight and I'm at the top of mine I snap a small chunk of stone off the balustrade. Then I wait till my pair of guards is at my end of the huge room. As they're about to turn to pace back I flick the stone so it bounces down the stone steps. One guard has turned but the other halts. "Jack did you hear that? Look here! There's a piece of stone dropped down the stairs." His partner is less than impressed. "For fucks sake Danny this bloody place is older than God and it's falling to bits. One day the whole fucking place will collapse and I only hope we're not on duty when it does." The first guard luckily has an argument though. "Jack if there is anything up there and we don't look into it do you want to explain that to the boss? Rather you than me!" "Okay we'll take a look just to keep you happy Danny." Kneeling I wait pressed up against the massive newel post at the corner of balcony and stairway. As Danny steps up and begins to turn left I grab him and toss him against the stone wall. Before Jack can even react I've clipped him on his helmet with a love tap. However that tap fractures his Kevlar helmet and knocks him cold! Looking down I can see Harp's disposed of his pair. Towing the two guards to lay side by side I gag them and tie them up with the slings of their automatic weapons. This time I have enough sense not to leg it down the flight of stone steps. I go over the banister and soar down to join Harp. He's already studying the atomic whatever it is. Since it's way beyond me I gag and tie up the second pair of guards that Harp dealt with. "I'll leave you with that gizmo kid since a smart phone's about my level of tech. I'm going to take a look around and see who else is hanging around here and up to no good." He hardly seems to register my words so I jab him with a finger and repeat them and add a few more. "And keep your eyes and ears open while I'm gone will you Harp? You're too young and pretty to get blown up or something awful while I'm gone." As I head for the far doorway I get his masked face turned towards me but at least my clumsy flirting hasn't produced an incredulous "Who are you calling pretty?" or any other negatives replies. "I promise I'll careful Lee but you take care too." He speaks quite gently and seems as thoughtful as a masked pre teen superhero could be in these circumstances. I move off into yet another stone flagged corridor and shuffle along checking out, cautiously, the odd unlocked door from time to time. The first two turn out to be storerooms stocked with crates and cartons of assorted stuff from rations to walkie talkies and through to ammo. Pacing around in the dusty dark silence I realise I've gotten myself turned around and not really sure where I am. Unluckily I'm not in possession of an infinity ring that can point me in the right direction so it's down to either trying to retrace my steps or trusting to luck. Eventually luck brings me out back up on that bloody balcony but on the side opposite to where we first arrived. Stepping through the doorway I skid to as quiet a halt as I can make. Down below Harp is facing a tall man in a black jump suit who is flanked by two more seemingly identical guards to the four we've already dealt with. Harp's ignoring the hired muscle and is fixed on the guy facing him. "Uncle Xavier! Finding this equipment means I'm not at all surprised to be seeing you here. But how can you claim you were expecting me?" "Uncle Xavier" now that makes me concentrate on the scene even more. I notice the guy's got his head held weirdly as he's focused on his nephew. So I use the imaging gear built into my hood to zero in on his face. At once I realise why he's posed like that. One side of his face has been badly burnt and the scar tissue means his eye is pulled out of alignment thus forcing him to compensate. Down below me things move on. "Because lad you're a bloody movie sensation. Your award winning director Mr Franklin James arranged to shoot at the castle months ago. I have enough "moles" scattered around to tell me and I set this place up. I knew a deliberate energy leak would register with your ring and bring the movie star here." Harp tilts his grey masked head to one side as if puzzled. "All this pantomime effort for what uncle?" Scarface Xavier taps his ruined cheek. "For this you little bastard! You did this to me!" "I did it indeed uncle. You lost a forced ionic duel with an 11 year old boy. It wasn't my choice. When I found you rifling my mother's computer files you attacked me remember." "And I would have killed you if you hadn't gotten lucky! Not content with scarring me for life your father took away my family infinity ring!" "So here I am uncle. You got me here for what purpose?" Xavier grins like a maniac now. "We are going to repeat our duel you little shit and this time it will end differently." "So you say uncle but how do you plan to duel me without your ring? Believe me I still have mine that father gave me." That maniac grin gets bigger and wilder now. He holds out a hand with a gleaming ring on his finger. "I made my own ring Harper! Your mother isn't the only genius in our family." In contrast Harp is completely calm and seems serene. "Uncle that's been tried before. In recent generations nobody has been capable of creating an infinity ring that matches the ancestral rings. You lost to me when I was 11. I'm stronger now and know more and I wear a real ring. How do you think things will go better for you this time?" I'm uneasy, no scared, not for myself but for Harp. He's so confident in his powers that he's forgetting this was a set up, a trap, a trap set by his uncle specifically for Harp. However that psycho Xavier couldn't guess that Harp would turn up along with another Meta human; and while Harp knows I'm around uncle doesn't. So far tonight I've been operating on just a steady trickle of power. Now I open up my dynamo and draw deeper. I'm ready now for whatever comes. "Cease chattering boy and stand ready!" "If you insist uncle. However those guards of yours are in the firing line. Perhaps you could dismiss them to safety." Xavier whistles sharply, a skill I've never possessed and I envy, and jerks a thumb at them. Both guards look eminently relieved to scarper out through the door behind them. Now I'm even more certain he's set his nephew up! Granted a couple of 9mm submachine guns are no more than a distraction for Harp but why give up any advantage? Harp's tugging off the glove that covers his ring. Already there's a luminous glow about it. Xavier is posed with his own ring aimed at the lad like the weapon it is and his shares a similar glow. Harp makes one last attempt to avoid war. "Uncle you can't possibly channel enough ionic energy with that ring. You're bound to lose even faster this time." That glow around Xavier's ring surges, swells, and a streamer of blue/green energy lashes at Harp. Harp's ring responds and silver/blue, like his hair, meets and opposes his uncle's attack. The two beams meet and lock together. Xavier's face is brightly illuminated by the churning power and he's grinning wildly. "Idiot child! Why do you think I built a copy of your mother's invention? I have ionic energy to spare you fool." From the front of that incomprehensible device, to me at least if not the two Gascoigne's, springs a third flow of energy. It leaps across to link into Xavier's ring. "How does that feel boy?" Harp keeps his tongue still and his lips tight as his eyes narrow and he concentrates on stopping the advance the extra energy has granted his uncle. He leans forward and his uncle's attack slows then grinds to a halt. More power floods from the machine and into the "false" ring but it looks like a stalemate for a while. Then slowly, almost imperceptibly, Harp is forcing the power flow back towards his uncle's ring. Xavier's forehead is greasy with perspiration and right about then my deep suspicions are proven correct. From the shadowy depths behind the banks of machines, but more importantly behind Harp, three huge figures move out. They are three of that armoured figure that Harp was fighting for the cameras but for sure these three don't have stunt men inside them. Xavier's robots or automatons, or bloody cyborgs for all I know, are moving smoothly and silently at the boy's back and each of them are armed. Two huge maces and a battleaxe glow with more of Xavier's blue/green ionic energy. My cue! I go over the balcony like an eagle swooping on its prey! I land on the shoulders of the first one to crash home a thunderbolt left fist on to its rounded helmet. My blow rips right through and makes a mess of whatever electronics are inside it. Not hanging around to see what happens next I push off and drop kick the second one hard enough to send it flying. Hitting the ground I use a shoulder roll to come up on my feet just as the third one tries to stamp me flat. It's quick but I'm quicker; and a whole lot stronger! Catching its foot in one hand I grab behind its thigh and surge up. Lifting it clear of the floor I toss it over my shoulder and atop the one I've just floored. This gives me a split second to glance across to Harp. He, like his uncle, is wreathed with glittering energy but it seems to me Harp's silver blue is pushing Xavier's energy back now. Armoured machine lunges at me! I rip its bloody arm right off and use it like a club on the second one. Then I launch myself like a ballistic missile with both my arms held out, hands like blades, and tear clean through the front and out of its back. One wrecked, one damaged, one getting up, I end that one by hurling it against the ancient stone wall. The one with the shattered helmet is staggering around so I have time for another look at the duel. Harp's almost there! Despite the power fountaining from that bloody machine Xavier's losing. I mangle the last warrior machine as Xavier screams in agony and does something with his ring. His attack on Harp ends but that ionic device launches a massive cloud of energy at the lad. An explosion rocks the room and sparks fly everywhere. I reach a fallen Harp in a split second to extend my personal energy shield around both of us. Fragments of metal patter down around us or bounce off my shield as the lighting, already dim, flickers down to red emergency levels. Something is lying on the floor besides Harp. It's Xavier's false ring still in place around his charred ring finger. Heart pounding I bend over Harp. Relief floods through me when I feel his warm breath and see his chest rising and falling. "Harp are you okay?" It comes out in a mutter but that's good enough for me. The finger and its ring go into my jerkin pocket. "Mmmm yeah I'll be fine. Where's Uncle Xavier?" "He's gone son. Done a runner. He left something behind though but you can see it later. Now I'm getting you out of here before this place comes apart. Relax Harp." I slip one arm under his knees and the other around his shoulders, stand, and zoom up towards the balcony I recently dived down from. I head though for the side we first arrived at. Scything out into the corridor I whip along and up the stairs. One level higher and along the first corridor I soar out into the night through the still wide open door. Behind us I can hear faint thumps, bangs, and catch the occasional flash of sparks. I go for altitude. Even in these early hours there may be somebody up and about on this location site and if they are they'll be looking at the castle. Even with the explosions muffled underground they will be felt. Also the smell of smoke and maybe flames won't be missed for long. Accelerating I cross to directly above Harp's mobile home and sink straight down behind it. When I land I collapse the force shield and, still cradling Harp, shuffle softly up the steps and inside. Even as I close and snap on the door catch I can hear people beginning to move and voices being raised. I tote Harp into his bedroom and settle him onto his bed. The first thing I do is remove his mask. He seems a little pale under his deep tan but he's breathing slowly and steadily. I pat his cheek lightly. "Harp can you hear me? Are you okay?" He manages a grin, a shaky grin but a grin nonetheless, and that eases my mind. "Yeah I can hear you fine Lee. I'm fine honestly. I'm drawing on my ring to recharge myself and I'll be back to normal soon. I seem to recall you saying Uncle Xavier got away? The crafty bastard knew he was losing to me again so he overloaded the generator and fired the entire ionic charge at me. My ring and I deflected it but he survived the blast and must have got away somehow. "Well not completely Harp!" Head propped on a pillow he manages to arch an eyebrow at me in a query. From the patch pocket of my jerkin I bring out the crisped finger and hope I'm not going to shock him too much with the sight of it. His eyes go wide but that's about all that happens. Carefully I lay ring and finger on the bedside cabinet. "The ring is still intact! It looks like my uncle did a better job than I expected." "Yeah but your uncle's even less intact now. You'll have to be a lot more careful in future Harp. Now are you sure you're okay? If you're not there has to be a doctor or some kind of medical staff on site and I'll go fetch them." I begin to believe he's okay when he manages a husky giggle. "Oh yeah and when they see me kitted out like this and with hair like this they won't notice or suspect a thing will they?" "Harp bugger your secret identity. If you're hurt then I get you treated. Now tell me true are you 100% honestly?" I get a grin and another giggle from him. "What are you? My mother? You're not my father either!" Gazing down at him I'm just starting to believe what he's telling me. "No Harp I'm not your mother or your father and I don't feel about you like they do." "Well how do you feel about me?" They say never answer a question with a question but I do anyway. "How about you tell me how you feel about me?" His long smooth muscled arms, one hand bare and the other still gloved, hook around my neck to draw me down. His lips fasten on mine and he kisses me as deeply and as skilfully as any boy has ever kissed me. When he finally pulls back I'm shaking like a leaf from soaring passion. "That's how I feel about you Lee!" Gazing down at his stunning face I toss aside all restraint. "And this is how I feel about you Harp." My kiss on his lips is all that his was on mine. After that kiss we just seem to wrap ourselves around each other and our mouths lock together. Our tongues probe and only a need to breath finally forces us apart. I'm burning with desire and my erection throbs. Under that skin tight outfit I can both see and feel the swell of his hard cock. "I need to get out of this suit. Help me Lee!" "How do I do that?" I'm not sure if I can help him. My hands, strong enough to rend those robots earlier, are shaking. "At the top, at the nape of my neck, there's an indentation that will take a fingertip. Push your finger into it and run it downwards." I manage to find it, get barely a nail into it, and as I slide the finger down the suit opens up right down to the cleft of his taut buttocks. Leaning forwards I kiss the nape of his neck under that feathery silver blue hair. Next the delicate bones of his vertebrae receive a series of similar light brushes from my lips. Harp shivers and then commences to slip out of the upper half of the one piece costume. Standing he's wriggling out of the lower half when I interupt this delighful process. "That's not going to work Harp." He looks genuinely puzzled. "What's not going to work?" "Getting out of that suit." "Why not?" "Because you've still got your boots on!" He goes beyond giggling and cracks up into a gale of laughter. I'm still hugely aroused and aching for him but somehow the laughter destroys any tension I, and maybe he, had left. I reach for his feet. "Well I've done this once for you so why not again?" I slip off his boots a lot easier than I took off his movie issue footwear earlier. Still laughing he wriggles lithely out of that suit and flops back on the mattress. Naked as he is I can't wrench my eyes away from his face and body. He's utterly gorgeous and desirable. His voice breaks in on my contemplation of his beauty. "You've seen all of me so when do I get to see all of you?" I need no second invitation to oblige him. I toss my hooded jerkin aside and begin to unbutton my shirt. "Well you told me I went for blue, black, and loose, and at least this is easier to get out of than yours was." And thankfully I remember to take off my boots before my pants though! Stark naked I stand at the foot of the bed and let him look me over. "Oh Wow!" "Wow?" "I'm impressed!" He can't be impressed with my cock. I'm reasonably well endowed and right now I'm fully erect. His cock's about as long as mine though mine's maybe thicker than his. "Impressed with what Harp?" "You! Just you!" I'm exactly 68 inches tall and weigh in at around 190 lbs though I don't look that heavy. I'm solid and well muscled without the lumps and bulges of a body builder's physique. I like to think I'm constructed along the lines of a large gymnast. I'm pale skinned and my short cropped hair is pale red. Harp's looking closely at me. Really close. "You don't have a hair on your body! You've got less than me and I've hardly any. All you have is the hair on your head, eyebrows, and eyelashes. You look great but it's strange." "It's my power Harp. I've a force field that extends about a micron beyond my skin and any hair grows into it and burns away." "So why hair on your head?" "Harp if you had any idea how long it took me to gain conscious control of even my eyelash growth you'd be amazed." "How long?" "Bloody decades!" "Lee how old are you?" "A lot older than I look believe me!" "My God Lee you're in amazing shape!" "Clean living Harp. I've been saving myself for the most beautiful boy in the world." That gets me the sexiest smile I've ever seen. "Tell me who that might be." "You of course! Look we can swap details about our powers later but right now I want to kiss you and feel you against my skin." I move onto the bed and reach for him! This isn't a seduction! I never had to make a move on him. This is raw sex! It's like fucking with a bronzed wildcat! In a second we're tangled together. My lips are plastered to his. His fingers claw at my back and but for my body shield I'd have lost skin. After many years I have enough control of my powers that I can enjoy pleasant sensations and avoid pain and damage. The sensations are beyond pleasant now. Harp hooks a long lithe leg around me, pressing us harder against each other, I cup one hand upon his velvety buttock and the other grasps the back of his head. We kiss with insane passion and his sleek body feels burning hot resting on mine. My cock, rigid and throbbing with arousal, finds his smooth thigh pressed against it and he rubs it slowly till I shudder with delight. Freeing one hand I move to stroke the full length of Harp's erection then fold my fingers around it. He wrenches his mouth away from mine to moan and almost stammer to me. "Yes! Oh yes! Now Lee!" Our mouths locked upon each others again I pump his member with smooth strokes of my hand. The helmet of his slim cock is swollen and a deep cherry red. Sprawled half across him I can feel his heart pounding and see his flat belly ripple as he moves towards his first climax. His hands clamp onto my hard muscled rear and he bucks wildly as his cock spurts his hot creamy seed! Wads of his semen splatter his belly and chest as I thrust over and over again until Harp, gasping, is sated, though I suspect not for long. "God that was good!" His smile would tempt an angel to sin and what I've just done is no sin. I lap at my fingers and taste he creamy juice. Then I jerk as his fingers ape my actions to ease back my foreskin and clamp a finger and thumb just below my bloated helmet. Rolling me over he wriggles down until he lies between my wide spread thighs, and, cupping the sack of my balls, gazes up at me. "I can't wait any longer for this!" His mouth opens to take my hard cock deep inside. Clamping his lips to the barrel of my cock his head bobs up and down with confident skill. His tongue has a life all of its own! It slides silkily over the hypersensitive skin of my helmet and my head thrashes back and forth on the tumbled pillows. As his mouth rouses me higher and higher his long fingers knead and caress my balls till I'm on the verge of screaming for release. Slowly and with excruciating artistry he performs the most perfect fellatio on me. Fire blazes from the base of my cock and surges up. My orgasm is astounding and my body bends like a bow as I erupt into his mouth. It feels like electricity crackling inside me as my seed hoses forth and Harp greedily swallows the bounty. Dimly I'm aware I'm clutching his head and still urging him on as I howl out loud my ecstasy. Finally I slump back and savour the afterglow of such amazing sex. I tug him, urge him, and almost drag him till he lies across me. "You said good and I say incredible Harp. I said it and I mean it. You're the most beautiful boy in the world. I'll add desirable to that too." We take out some time then to kiss again. Deeply and slowly we kiss as my hands slide over his slim hot body. I can feel his cock is hard and erect once more. One of the bonuses of being Meta human is astounding sexual stamina, in my case at least, and it also seems also to apply to Harp. This time I roll him over and slip a pillow under his taut buttocks to raise his hips slightly from the rumpled sheets. I kiss his mouth. I nuzzle his neck and use the tip of my tongue to probe the core of his ear. Next then I suck on the lobes of his ears. My lips and tongue explore the delicate hollows where his collarbones lie. Not that there's anything delicate or frail about his slim and slender body. Next I drop my lips to one of his big dark nipples. I have a fascination with the nipples of men and boys and find, sometimes, they are as erogenous to the male sex as females say they are. As I suck on his nipple I trail the fingers of one hand over his belly. To Harp it seems this is a double pleasure! He presses my face closer as I bite gently on the hard nub of flesh and he wriggles as my fingers stroke sensuously his silky skin. Leaving one nipple glistening with saliva I move to the second and work similar magic on it whilst I caress his soft inner thighs. My lips and tongue move downwards over his chest and onto his belly, pausing to explore his perfect navel, then drift onto his lower belly. His groin has the faintest dusting of his amazing silver blue hair above the length of his proud hard cock. Fully erect and crowned with a helmet like a small red plum my mouth waters at the thought of taking it between my lips. Slipping my hands under his thighs I cup his slender hips and lower my mouth to his long, slender, and darkly lovely member. Drooling my thick saliva onto the round swell of his helmet I finally take his cock into my mouth to show him I'm his equal at the art of fellatio. Against my lips, tongue, and the inside of my mouth, he feels like satin. Harp's eyes go wide as I swirl saliva around and over his skin and then go to work with a will. Lips clamped firmly on him I suck and then slide up and down his rock hard erection. As he did to me I tease and explore the slit of his helmet and the pleats and folds of his foreskin. His hips are heaving up to meet my plunging mouth and hoarse groans are escaping his gritted teeth. Pleasuring him slowly and then with increasing speed I'm only surprised that I haven't taken him over the edge yet. His chiselled jaw works silently and his eyes appear to have rolled up to show only the whites when he finally hits his peak and climaxes with tremendous violence. My mouth is flooded with wad after wad of his seed. I could say he tastes like honey and cream or even roses. He doesn't! He tastes like the delicious flavour of a young boy's thick cream which I savour on my tongue and lips. Even as it slides down my throat I press on with giving Harp every last exquisite nano second of heaven. Sated again, for a while at least, likely only a short while, I find my own needs climbing once more. When Harp has control of his body again he rolls over to prop himself up on one elbow. Even under his deep golden tan I can see his cheeks are flushed. His voice is low and intense. "We're not stopping now. I want more! I can see you need more. No! You want more and need more just like me." God how right he is! Hard and hot once more I want my cock in his mouth again. And after that I've got more plans and I'll bet Harp has too. All restraint has been long abandoned by both of us and I straddle the supine Harp. My cock enters his mouth again but this time I'm pumping my hips forward so I'm fucking his mouth like a maniac. Those long fingered hands of his are gripping my waist and urging me to greater efforts. Lips fastened onto me and tongue flogging my cock Harp drives me, like a runaway train, towards another giant climax. Fire seems to pulse from around my arse and rocket through my balls and my cock unleashes another fountain of my semen. Once drained again I roll off him to sprawl beside him with a grin on my face as crazy as his uncle's was. Though for a very different reason. Harp stares hard at me and his wild grin matches mine. "We're compatible!" I debate between letting my jaw drop or laughing insanely. "Jesus Christ you bet we're compatible. I want to fuck you hard right now Harp." "No Lee I mean power-wise. My ionic power and whatever yours is link up perfectly for sex. We feed each others desires. So yeah fuck me hard now!" He's on his knees and that gorgeous rear is ready for me, my erection's back full blown, I'm ready to enter him, and "clack, clack, clack" on the door of Harp's mobile home. Next comes an already familiar voice; that of Gavin Todd. "Harper" Harper are you awake? Something wild has happened at the castle and Mr James wants a meeting with the main cast. Harper are you there?" With a frustrated groan, which is echoed by me, Harp jumps up from the bed. "Bastard! Talk about bad timing. Look Lee I'd better go see him or he'll be there all day. Bugger he's a pain in the arse you know." I've flopped back onto the scattered pillows in frustration but I'm also curious. "What have you got against him Harp?" "Well he wants to fuck me you know." "Yeah well that I can understand Harp. There has to be more than that." "Oh it's not that he's not a good looking guy. I can't stand his personality. He's a creep to his superiors. You know the score. It's all "Yes Sir I can sort that out leave it all to me" and then he passes things on to one of his assistants to do it for him. I think I'll give him a treat and wind him up at the same time. Stay back here in the shadows and watch this!" He scoops up a short pale blue silky robe and shrugs into it but doesn't fasten it. He strides off towards the door Todd's rapping on. It's barely dawn outside so back here, where I'm standing, after hopping off the bed, things are really dark so I shouldn't be seen. Harp unlatches and swings wide the door. As he does his flimsy robe flutters in the morning breeze and poor Gavin is looking at Harp's glorious naked body. Even from here I can see his eyes bug out of his head and creep or not I can sympathise with him. "What's so urgent Gavin?" "Something big and weird's gone on at the castle Harper. There's been explosions and a fire and for some reason the place is surrounded by the police and some kind of paramilitary unit. Mr Franklin is holding a staff meeting of the cast and production staff so can you get there as soon as possible?" "I'll get dressed and be right there. Thanks Gavin!" With the door closed again Harp comes back with a huge grin on his face. "I swear he could hardly walk he's gone so hard. Maybe I'll give him a sympathy fuck one day? Who knows? Look Lee why don't you go back to bed. Once the meeting's done I'll order breakfast for both of us and we've some talking to do. Mainly about you coming to meet my folks." He's snagging and stepping into a pair of briefs as he says that last sentence and I guess my mouth just lets go. "Huh! Your parents?" He's slipping into a tee shirt as he grins at me. "Hey don't get nervous. It's not like you're going to ask for my hand in marriage. We're fucking but not planning a family together. Look seriously Lee we've got to tell mum and dad about what went on and that you know who I am really. That and that Uncle Xavier's back and as dangerous as ever!" As he leaves me I'm looking up at the ceiling and wondering what can happen next!