Date: Sun, 1 Nov 1998 13:36:49 -0000
From: Gymnopedies <corps_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Corps.5 Lost and Found

The following story contains descriptions of gay sex. If you are offended
by such material and you still read it after this warning then you have
only yourself to blame. If you are below legal age you had better not read
it because you are too young and impressionable and it may turn you gay! If
you live in an area where such material is prohibited don't waste time
reading this, spend your time campaigning for a better government.

Whilst some of the characters in this story do appear in real life, the
author does not wish to imply that the sexual orientation of the real
people matches that of their counterparts below - though who knows! This is
a work of fiction and as such has never and will never (quite obviously)
occur.

The author gives permission for the following story to be transmitted,
stored or archived in any form provided it remains unchanged in any way and
is properly attributed to the author.

Gymnopedies   October 1998 
e-mail: corps_story@hotmail.com
http://members.tripod.com/~Gymnopedies


It would be a good idea to have read "The Corps.1 New experiences", "The
Corps.2 Captured", "The Corps.3 Hanson in Danger" and "The Corps.4
Retribution" before you read any further, as this story is a continuation
of events that occurred in these earlier stories.


The Corps.5  Lost and Found
====================

The bare corridor echoed to the sound of slow, measured footsteps as the
slim, black clothed youth returned home. The contrast of his pale
complexion and very dark, almost black hair gave him a sombre appearance
that matched the sad, serious expression on his otherwise handsome
face. Reaching his room, he flung himself down in his bed and buried his
face in the pillow. He wanted to cry, as he had cried so many times over
the past months, but what would it achieve?

It was only minutes later that he heard his room door open and someone
enter. He groaned into the pillow and turned his head just enough so that
his words could be heard. 'Please don't say anything Thomas, spare me the
lecture.'

'Why should I lecture you?' The newcomer was older than the youth, perhaps
around 20, moderately tall with brown eyes and dark brown shoulder length
hair. 'It was your life that you risked. You know that if you break your
word to our masters they can withdraw their gift at any moment. If you want
to die that's up to you.'

The teenager turned onto his back in order to look at his visitor. 'Was it
really worth it do you think? With that promise I gave up everything I
loved in exchange for my life, but what was the point? What sort of
existence have I got now? Can you possibly imagine how it felt to have Mark
standing straight in front of me and not being able to go to him. If you
could have seen the hurt in his eyes you might begin to understand.'

'Look, Dayle, that part of your life is over. It was stupid going back to
that FBI building, and getting involved by freeing the Asian boy was even
more stupid.'

'I wasn't about to stand by and see him suffer like I was made to
suffer. If that's the cost of staying alive then the masters can keep their
gift.'

Thomas flinched as if struck. 'Just be careful what you say. Luckily for
you, your friends at the Corps have been unable to track you. Mark seems to
have taken it a bit hard, but he'll get over it. He's already up and around
and getting back to normal.'

Dayle's eyes narrowed. 'How do you know about what Mark is doing?'

'Let's just say I have my sources.' Thomas turned to leave. 'I'll expect
you in my room in a couple of minutes, we've work to do.'



'Mark, could you slow down a bit?' Taylor was finding he had almost to run
to keep up with the longer legs of the nineteen year old base leader as
they moved around the hospital.

'Sorry.' Mark muttered, absently as he slowed his pace just a little.

As Taylor managed to catch up he glanced up at his friend's face. Mark
showed no expression, his eyes unfocussed. He had been this way for the
past three days. It had started when he had come face to face with his
former lover, Dayle, at the FBI headquarters, after assuming the boy had
been dead for over a year. It should have been a joyful reunion, but Dayle
had once again vanished, giving no explanation. Mark had taken it hard and
had thrown himself into his work with a vengeance. This morning he had
suggested a trip to one of the local hospitals to give Taylor practice with
his healing abilities, though Taylor suspected that it was really an excuse
to get out of the base for a while.

They had already been at the hospital a couple of hours and had performed
some minor healing, Mark selecting the candidates to be healed on the basis
of where it would do the most good. Anything that would heal by it's self
in a short time was left to do so, in order that they could concentrated on
things that the doctors were having little success with.

As Mark stopped to talk to one of the doctors, Taylor wandered on
ahead. This corridor contained private rooms, some of the doors were open,
some closed, but each had a small panel on which was written the patient's
name. Taylor stopped by one door which was slightly ajar. The panel said
the occupant was "Tommy Marshall". Giving a light knock, Taylor pushed the
door open and walked inside.

On the bed was a small, frightened looking boy, his right arm covered in
bandages. His eyes were red as if he had been crying.

'Hi,' said Taylor, giving what he hoped was a friendly smile. 'You must be
Tommy, right?'

The boy nodded, miserably, but made no effort to speak.

'Hello Tommy, I'm Taylor. What's wrong with your arm?'

As the youngster looked at his bandages fresh tears sparkled in his
eyes. 'It's cut,' he said in a small trembling voice. He held up the arm as
if to demonstrate his injury.

'It must be really sore,' Taylor sympathised as he sat on the bed next to
the boy. 'How old are you Tommy?'

'Seven and two months.'

'Do you think you can be really brave for me and let me have a look at your
arm?'

Tommy shook his head and protectively moved his bandaged arm closer to his
body. 'You can't see it, it hurts.'

'I know it hurts Tommy. But if you're brave I can make it better for you
and make all the pain go away.' Taylor put his hand on the boy's head and
ruffled his hair a little.

With wide, innocent eyes, Tommy looked up at Taylor. 'You promise you won't
hurt me or stick me with needles or anything?'

'I promise,' Taylor smiled and very gently began to unwrap the bandages. He
could perform healing without seeing the injury, but he found it helped to
focus his energy is he could actually see what needed to be done.

Tommy gave a gasp of pain as Taylor eased away the dressing to reveal the
wound. The fifteen year old healer gave a grimace as he saw the extent of
the injury. An ugly gash, almost the whole length of the boy's forearm was
held together by a row of neat stitches. 'How did you do this Tommy?'

'It happened yesterday. Me and my friend Mikey were playing on this old car
we found. I was climbing on it and I slipped and a piece of metal cut my
arm. I didn't cry much when the doctor sewed it up,' he announced
proudly. 'But then the doctor said I had to stay in hospital over night
because I'd done a lot of bleeding.'

'Well now I'm going to make it better for you' said Taylor. 'I want you to
close your eyes and when I tell you to open them again your arm will be
good as new.'

'Ok', Tommy screwed his eyes tightly shut.

Taylor held onto the boy's hand and fixed the cut in his mind, bringing his
healing power into play. Tommy gave a sharp intake of breath, but
obediently kept his eyes closed. 'Right, you can open your eyes now, it's
done.'

The seven year old stared at his arm, his mouth open, it don't hurt, but it
still doesn't look very good.'

'Don't worry,' Taylor explained. 'That's just the dried blood and the
stitches. Watch.' He ran his hand along the length of the boys forearm and
the stitches and most of the dark red marks fell away.

 Tommy gave a screech of delight. 'You've fixed it,' he cried and threw
both his arms around Taylor in a fierce hug. 'It doesn't hurt anymore or
nothing. Thanks Taylor.' He let go of the teenager and looked at his arm
again to check that it was really better. Then he gave a frown.

'What's the matter?' asked Taylor puzzled.

'The doctor said I would have a nice scar to show off to my friends. But I
can't see any scar anywhere.'

Taylor laughed. 'Oh well, maybe next time.' He again tousled the boy's
hair. 'See ya later Tommy.' The boy waved cheerfully as Taylor left the
room.

Mark was still in conversation with the doctor, so Taylor left them to
it. The next door along had the name "Tristan Walker" scrawled on the
panel. Giving a knock, Taylor walked in.

Tristan turned out to be a teenage boy, a little younger than Taylor. He
lay on the bed, unmoving, with wires attached to his bare chest. The wires
were connected to various machines and monitors that were emitting regular
"pips" and "beeps". Taylor stared at the unconscious boy for several
moments before approaching the bed. There was something about Tristan that
reached out to him and made him decide instantly to try and help. But as he
put his hand on the boy's arm his heart sank. The teenager was beyond his
help, even a healer as strong as Taylor didn't have enough power for
this. Tristan was dying.

'Taylor, don't do anything silly.' Mark had appeared in the doorway with
the young doctor.

'I can't help him Mark. He's too far gone.'

Mark put his and on Taylor's shoulder, comfortingly. 'In spite of your
powers, you're only human. There will always be something that's beyond
your abilities.'

'What happened to him?' Taylor asked the doctor.

'He was in a car accident.' The doctor checked the monitors, then satisfied
that everything was in order he turned to the two Corps members. 'Both his
parents were killed outright. He was left with massive internal injuries
and is unlikely to ever regain consciousness. It's a sad case. As far as
we've been able to establish he has no other family, so there's no one to
care whether he lives or dies.'

Taylor looked at the boy's face, so still, so peaceful. 'I care.'

'I know you do,' said Mark gently. 'And I wish there were something we
could do. Sometimes it's hard to accept we all have limitations.' He
sighed. 'I think we've both had enough for today. It's time we headed
back.'

As Taylor reluctantly followed Mark from the room he couldn't help glancing
back for one more look at the sleeping form on the bed. 'I care,' he
repeated to himself, before hurrying out and closing the door behind him.



'Come on Paul, that's enough talk. Let me try it.' Zac was bubbling with
excitement. Earlier that morning, Mark had informed the younger Hanson that
has well as having strong telekinetic powers he also had some teleport
ability. This was Zac's dearest wish come true as a myriad of possibilities
opened up before him. The precocious twelve year old had spent the morning
listening to Paul talk about how teleporting worked and also giving a
seemingly endless lecture about the possible dangers. Now, his impatience
was threatening to overwhelm him.

Paul looked dubious, but reluctantly nodded his head. 'I suppose you're
going to have to try it sooner or later. Are you sure you've completely
understood everything I've said?'

'Yes, yes, you've repeated yourself enough times. Let's just get on with
it.'

'Right, we'll start with something very small. Try and teleport yourself
across the room.'

Zac grinned excitedly as he focused his gaze on a corner of the room about
ten feet away.

'Take your time,' Paul warned. 'Concentrate and remember the steps that you
need to go through.' Before Paul had even finished speaking, Zac
disappeared to instantly reappear exactly where he had intended.

'Hey, it worked,' the youngster squeaked, jumping up and down. Then,
feeling a sudden chill, he glanced down at himself. 'Oops, that's not
supposed to happen.' He was completely naked. His clothes lay in a crumpled
heap in the spot he had originally occupied.

Trying not to laugh, Paul picked up the fallen clothing and carried it
across to the frowning twelve year old. 'You're right, that's not supposed
to happen. Try and remember to take these with you next time. Get your
clothes back on and you can try again.'

Grabbing the first item of clothing that came to hand, which happened to be
a T-shirt, Zac pulled it over his head. 'That'll do,' he announced. 'It'd
be a waste of time putting everything back on, I might just lose it all
again anyway. Besides,' He gave an evil grin, 'it gives you chance to have
a good look at my dick.'

'What makes you think I'm interested in what you've got hanging between
your legs?'

'Two reasons: one, you're interested in what's between any boy's legs, and
two, I'm the sexiest, most irresistible guy on this planet.'

Paul nodded. 'Completely right on the first point, but I'm not quite so
sure about the second.'

Pretending to take offence, Zac turned away, allowing the older boy to
quickly jerk up his shirt at the back and get in a sharp, well aimed smack
across his bare butt cheeks.

'Ow! What was that for?' yelled the youngster, spinning around to face his
assailant.

'That was for having such a high opinion of yourself,' laughed Paul. 'Now
get on and have another go at teleporting before I'm tempted to pull you
over my knee and do a proper job on those nice round cheeks.'

'I'd rather you did a "proper job" on the front.' Zac lifted the shirt
slightly to reveal the beginnings of an erection. He stroked himself a
couple of times, rapidly bringing himself to full hardness before moving
his hand lower to take hold of his tight balls. 'Want to play?'

Paul groaned. 'We're never going to make any progress at this rate. I know
for a fact that Josh sucked you off a couple of hours ago. Aren't you ever
satisfied?' As he spoke his hand began to massage a growing bulge at his
own crotch.

'I can't concentrate properly now that you've got me all excited. Let's
just have a few minutes of fun and then I promise we can get back down to
some work.'

'I suppose,' the fourteen year old agreed, pretending reluctance. The fact
was, the hyperactive youngster was one of his favourite playmates and the
chance of a few minutes of sex-games with him was not something that could
be turned down easily. He grabbed hold of the bottom of the boy's shirt and
pulled it upwards until it covered Zac's face and head, but didn't pull it
off completely.

'Hey, what ya' doing?' The surprised pre-teen gasped. He had automatically
raised his arms, thinking his shirt was to be pulled off and now they were
trapped inside the garment above his head. 'Come on, take it off. I can't
see.' He struggled a little, but it was more for show than anything else,
this promised to be a fun game.

Paul used one hand to firmly hold onto the bottom of the shirt which he
held above Zac's head. From the neck down the boy was completely naked, his
hairless, young body squirming delectably. The older boy ran his free hand
over the soft, smooth skin of Zac's chest, tweaking the small nipples,
before moving lower. As Paul's fingers passed very lightly over the velvety
skin a small muscle in the boy's stomach twitched spasmodically.

'Ahh, that tickles,' Zac giggled, as he tried to pull free.

'Oh no you don't.' Paul used his telekinetic ability to hold the shirt in
place so that he could have full use of both his hands. 'You're going to
beg me to stop and promise me that you'll concentrate on what we're
supposed to be doing.'

'Not a chance,' replied Zac stubbornly. 'You can't make me promise
anything.'

'Oh, can't I.' With both hands, Paul began to furiously tickle the naked
youngster, who was soon laughing helplessly. 'Promise to be good?'

'Never,' Zac squealed as he dropped to his knees and then onto his back on
the floor, his body writhing and thrashing around trying to escape from
Paul's merciless fingers. Throughout all of this the shirt was still
covering his face and restraining his arms, held firmly in place by Paul's
power. Under the shirt, tears of laughter were rolling down Zac's face and
he gasped for breath. 'Alright... alright... you win. I promise.'

Paul sat back on his heels. 'You're going to be good?'

'I'm always good,' laughed Zac. 'But I promise to concentrate on learning
to teleport. With one condition...'

'Go on.'

'You suck me first.'

'You mean you want me to put this pointy, little thing in my mouth.' Paul
took hold of Zac's erection and squeezed it between his thumb and fingers.

'Yeah, it's about the only thing your mouth is good for anyway.'

'You cheeky little...' Paul gave the boy another quick tickle.

'Stop!' Zac begged. 'I'm sorry.' He tried to control his laughter.

'In that case...'. The teenager lowered his head and engulfed Zac's
"pointy, little thing" completely, running his tongue around the firm
shaft. Zac's laughter ceased almost instantly to be replaced by moans of
enjoyment. While Paul devoted all of attention to giving Zac the ultimate
in sexual pleasure, the younger boy was at last able to rid himself
completely of the T-shirt that had been enclosing his head.

'Oooh, that feels good,' Zac gasped. His hips were thrusting up from the
floor in an urgent rhythm as he tried to fuck Paul's mouth.

'Steady,' said Paul, sitting up. 'Let me get out of these clothes.' He
stood, and following Zac's earlier example, he used his teleport ability to
disappear and reappeared a few feet away minus his clothing. His hard cock,
no longer restrained by his underwear, bounced up to hit his firm
stomach. Zac stared at it hungrily.

'You gonna fuck me with that?'

'Do you want me to?'

Scooting across the floor to his clothes, Zac rooted around in a pocket and
produced a tube of KY. 'I keep this on me just in case.' He shuffled across
the floor on his knees until he was directly in front of Paul. Taking hold
of the teenager's solid erection he pulled it downwards until it pointed
straight out. 'This is beautiful,' he muttered, as he stuck out his tongue
and licked along the entire length of the stiff shaft, paying special
attention to the sensitive, swollen head.

'Keep that up and I'm going to cum long before I get it inside you,' Paul
groaned.

Zac gave a grin. 'Can't have that.' He quickly unscrewed the cap from the
tube and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers, applying it to the
hard organ bobbing in front of his face. Satisfied, he rolled backwards,
put his legs in air and pushed the end of the tube into his tight hole,
giving it a squeeze.

'What a sight, I wish I'd got a camera.'

'Hey, now there's a hot idea. We can do that later, maybe a video as well.'

'Yeah, if you like.' Paul had dropped to his knees and was leaning
forwards. carefully lining up the end of his cock with Zac's winking
sphincter. Gradually he increased the pressure and with on long, smooth
thrust he was inside.

Zac's eyes were screwed shut with discomfort, but in spite of this he was
still giving gasps of pleasure.

'You ok?' Paul whispered, concerned.

'It just stings a bit to start with, but it feels soooo good once you're
inside.'

Slowly at first, Paul set up a steady rhythm, pulling almost completely out
before thrusting back in again. Zac pulled his legs back with his arms
until his knees were by his ears, opening himself up so that Paul could
piston down inside him even more deeply.

'Ooooh, fuck me harder,' Zac begged, as the pace of Paul's movements
increased. The older boy's thrusting was becoming more frantic and his
breathing came in low grunts as rivulets of sweat tickled down his youthful
chest. Harder and faster he pounded his hard rod into Zac's eager young
body, each thrust bringing him nearer to the edge of ecstasy. His eyes were
closed so that he could concentrate fully on the sensation of Zac's tight
ring moving up and down his throbbing penis. Finally, with a cry of
surrender he gave himself up completely to pleasure as boiling boy juice
erupted from his shaft like an exploding volcano, firing deep inside the
hot young stud beneath him.

At his very moment of release, Paul firmly grabbed a hold of Zac's rampant
boymeat and began jerking it as fast as he could. Zac's eyes were rolled
back in his head, he was in another world where nothing existed but sexual
pleasure. As he felt the spasming of Paul's cock inside him and his own
weapon being worked on so expertly he let go of his own load of love juice,
thick and white as it sprayed up across his stomach and chest. One powerful
spurt even reached his face and he put out his tongue to lick the sweet
stickiness from his lips.

As their panting subsided, Zac wrapped his legs around Paul's waist, and
pulled the teen down towards him. 'That was the best,' he said simply.

Paul didn't reply. His lips met those of the youngster and his tongue
pushed it's way into the boy's mouth. The kiss lasted for what seemed like
hours until both boys came up for air. At last Paul replied. 'Yeah, that
was the best.'



William was waiting for Taylor when he returned from the hospital. 'Good
session?'

'Not really, I suppose I should feel good about what I've managed to
achieve but all that ever happens is I feel bad about what I haven't
managed to achieve. Does that make sense?'

'Coming from you it does,' William smiled. He kissed his friend lightly on
the lips. 'I suppose that's one of the things I love about you, the way you
care about other people.'

'Thanks for understanding. Have you had any news about Sir Geoffrey?'
Taylor was referring to the blackmail attempt on William by Sir Geoffrey
Jenkins, the head of the British Secret Service. Sir Geoffrey had
threatened to reveal to the world that William was gay unless the prince
agreed to spy on the Corps. William hard turned him down flat and was now
desperately worried about what was going to happen.

'Nothing at all. Perhaps he's decided not to follow up on his threats, or
more likely he has some other devious scheme in mind. Harry is keeping his
ears open and will contact me straight away if he gets to know anything at
that end. I wish Mark were back to his old self, I'm sure he'd be able to
sort it out.'

Taylor shook his head. 'I'm worried about Mark. Most of the time he seems
lost in a world of his own.' He forced a smile. 'Where is everyone?'

'Josh and Chris went off earlier with Adam to practise their telepathy and
Zac is with Paul. Nathan is around somewhere.'

'Good, while we've some time alone there's something I want to talk to you
about.'

William sat and listened patiently as Taylor told him about Tristan, the
critically injured teenager he had encountered at the hospital
earlier. When he had finished the prince let out a sigh. 'It's a sad story,
but you said yourself that you weren't strong enough to heal him.'

'I know, but there may just be a way that we can help him.' Taylor's eyes
met William's with a pleading stare.

William knew immediately what Taylor was talking about and after several
moments he pulled his gaze away and looked down at his hands. 'It may not
work, and it could be dangerous, especially for you. Don't you think we
should discuss it with Mark first.'

'No!' Taylor was emphatic as he took hold of William's hand. 'Mark would
refuse to let us even try. Besides, he's already admitted that he doesn't
understand how this bonding between us works, he's never encountered it
before.' He let go of the hand he was holding and walked away a few feet,
before turning back to face the prince. 'We both have incredible abilities,
think of how much we might achieve if we could find a way to combine our
powers. If there's a chance we can save this boy don't you think we owe it
to him to try?'

Giving a dry smile, William nodded. 'You're right. Let's give it a go. But
heaven help us both when Mark finds out what we've done.'

Taylor flung his arms around the startled teen. 'We'll worry about that
later,' he grinned.



It was mid afternoon before Taylor and William arrived at the
hospital. Lunch time had been difficult. Neither of them had been in the
mood for the good natured banter that usually accompanied meals. Zac had
been particularly excited, describing in great detail his achievements with
his newly discovered teleportation ability. Even Nathan had raised a smile
when Zac had described how he had accidentally lost all his
clothing. Taylor had felt a little guilty about not being able to respond
to Zac's enthusiasm, but he had been unable to think about anything other
than the lonely figure dying in the hospital bed and about what he and
William were going to attempt. Would it work? It HAD to.

The hospital corridors were busier than they had been that earlier, with
visitors milling around and some of the patients up and around. As they
passed the nurse's station the nurse in charge glanced up at them and gave
Taylor a smile of recognition. 'Back again already. Didn't we manage to
wear you out this morning?'

Taylor forced a smile in return. 'Hi Maria. We've come to see Tristan.'
Seeing the nurse's expression turn sad his heart skipped a beat. 'We're not
too late are we?'

'No, but he took a turn for the worse earlier, it won't be long now.' She
placed her hand on top of Taylor's. 'It's good of you to come back. At
least now he won't be alone at the end. I wish I were able to sit with him
myself but we just don't have the staff to spare.'

'After I saw him this morning I just couldn't get him out of my head,'
Taylor confessed. 'I had to come back.'

The nurse nodded, 'I know what you mean. There's going to be a lot of sad
faces around here.' For the first time she glanced past Taylor at
William. Just for an instant a look of recognition crossed her face and
then she looked puzzled and shook her head, turning back to Taylor. 'You
know where to go?

'Yeah, I know where he is.' They left the nurse to her paperwork and made
their way along the corridor.

As they past an open door, Taylor glanced inside. Tommy was gone, his bed
freshly made ready for the next person in need of medical care. A warm
feeling passed though him as he remembered the small boy and how happy he
had been to find his arm was better. If only he were able to help everyone
that way. The next door along was Tristan's.

Reaching for the door handle, Taylor hesitated. He looked over his shoulder
at William, the person who was closer to him than anyone else in the world.

'I'M HERE WITH YOU. WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER.' The prince's calm voice
sounded in Taylor's mind.

Resisting the urge to reach for William and kiss him, Taylor pressed down
on the handle and opened the door.

Inside, the room was in semi-darkness, just a little daylight filtering
through the partially closed blinds. The antiseptic smell peculiar to all
hospitals hung in the air, only here it seemed so much more powerful than
anywhere else in the building, as if trying to mask the invisible odour of
impending death. Some of the machinery that had been there earlier had been
removed leaving just a solitary monitor with it's wires like tendrils
attached to the chest of the pale, motionless boy on the bed. The only
break to the ominous silence was the slow, regular beeping of the machine,
echoing the beating of a failing heart.

They entered the room together, moving to opposite sides of the
bed. William was biting his bottom lip between his teeth. Taylor looked at
him, worried. 'Are you ok? You sure you want to go through with this?'

William nodded. 'Looking at him lying there has reminded me that it's only
a few days since you were in the same situation. Everything happened so
fast that I didn't have chance to realise how close I came to losing you.'

'But you didn't lose me. This bond between us is something very special. It
saved me, and now we have the chance to use it to save someone else.'
Taylor put his hand lightly on Tristan's chest. 'He's nearly gone, we'd
better get started.'

'Right, here goes. This had better work.' William reached over the bed and
took Taylor's hand in his own, gently resting his other hand on the boy's
head.

Taylor took several deep breaths, trying to steady his nerves. The truth
was, he wasn't sure that this would work. He was relying on his bond with
William to supply him with the energy he needed to complete the healing. If
for any reason he didn't manage to receive that energy then his own chances
of surviving the next few minutes were slim indeed. He hesitated. Could he
go ahead with this? Risk losing everything? All he could see in his mind
were pictures of himself and William together, happy, laughing, kissing,
touching. He was snapped out of his reverie by the sound of an alarm. The
monitor by the bed had begun to emit a continuous whistling sound. The
trace that had previously indicated the boy's weak heartbeat was a flat
line. With a cry of despair, Taylor focused his energies, any doubts he had
held disappeared from his mind has he committed himself completely to the
task of bringing life back to the dying teen.

Across the bed, William had been aware of Taylor's unspoken worries. The
bonding between them was such that when they were touching they were almost
one person. As the alarm had sounded he had felt his lover's moment of
panic followed almost instantly by a draining of energy that seemed to be
trying to suck his very soul from his body. Desperately he cast his senses
around him searching for any available energy source that he could tap
into.

Responding to the alarm, Maria, the duty nurse left the nurse's station and
made her way down to Tristan's room. She didn't hurry, she knew there was
no point. There had been nothing they could do for the boy, it had only
been a matter of making him comfortable and awaiting the inevitable. She
reached the room and took hold of the door handle. With a gasp she jerked
her hand back. The door handle was icy cold, so cold it had burnt her
fingers. Puzzled, and more than a little disturbed she used the thin
material of her uniform as a shield against the cold and once again pushed
down on the handle.

The door opened to a scene from a nightmare. The room was like a freezer
with frost covering every surface, the monitor stood on it's stand a
smoking, sparking ruin, the glass from it's shattered screen strewn across
the floor and the bed. But most frightening of all, on either side of the
bed stood the two boys she had seen only minutes earlier. They were
unmoving, each staring into the eyes of the other. Both gave off a
flickering glow that caused weird shadows to play across the bare walls of
the room, a shimmering luminescence that lit up their faces in the frozen
semi darkness.

Fighting to keep herself from screaming, the nurse moved closer. She could
feel the hairs on her arms standing on end from the static electricity that
filled the air. She put her hand on the freezing rail at the bottom of the
bed, at first oblivious to the biting cold that seared her
fingers. Becoming aware of the pain she raised her hand, moving slowly as
if in a dream. An angry red burn ran across her palm, but as she watched,
the redness became less pronounced and disappeared altogether. Frightened
beyond terror, she crossed herself and muttered a prayer to the blessed
virgin to protect her from this vision of heaven or hell. Immediately it
was as if her prayer was answered. The flickering lights died away and the
atmosphere in the room at once began to lighten. The two demigods were once
again just two ordinary teenage boys.

Taylor's knees wobbled, but he brought his legs back under control. He was
smiling, but at the same time there were tears running from his eyes. 'We
did it.'

Returning the smile, William nodded. 'We did it.' He bent forward across
the bed and pulled Taylor towards him and tenderly they kissed, sharing a
moment that was more special than any outsider would ever understand. As
they broke their contact they both turned their attention to the boy on the
bed. He was breathing easily now, his chest rising and falling in slow
measured breaths. Already the colour was beginning to return to his face
and upper body.

'He'll sleep for a long time now,' said Taylor, as he removed the wires
from the boy's chest and pulled up the bedclothes to protect him from the
chill. 'Bit cold in here isn't it?'

William grinned. 'If we ever do this again let's make sure we're in the
middle of a nuclear power station first. It got a bit hairy at times trying
to find energy sources to tap into, I had to resort to drawing the heat
energy out of the room.' He gave a worried glance at the burnt out
monitor. 'I guess it couldn't cope with the electrical energy I was pulling
through it. Do you think the hospital will charge us for it?'

'We'll put it down to an electrical fault.' Both the teens turned to face
the nurse, noticing for the first time that they weren't alone in the room.

'You saw?' Taylor asked.

'I saw enough,' the nurse confirmed. 'I don't understand how you did what
you did but it as far as I'm concerned it was nothing short of a
miracle. You are two very special boys.' She took each one of them in turn
and kissed them firmly on the cheek causing Taylor to laugh and William to
blush. 'I also saw that you share a lot of love for each other,' she added,
referring to the kiss she had witnessed.

'Hmm, yeah,' said Taylor. 'We would rather keep that quiet if you don't
mind.'

'Don't you worry my young friends, after seeing what you did for this young
man here I would never say anything that could cause you difficulty.'

'Thanks, Maria.' Taylor returned the smiling nurse's kiss. 'Sorry to leave
you with such a mess to clear up, but we had better be going. Tristan will
sleep for a while now, but we'll drop in to see him later.'

'Isn't that just like a young man,' The nurse joked. 'Comes in, makes a
mess and leaves it for someone else to clear up.' Her face turned
serious. 'That poor boy has some unpleasant news to face up to when he
wakes up.'

Taylor looked sad. 'I know, that's one reason I want to come back later. In
the meantime I want to try and make some arrangements for what's going to
happen to him now. I need to have a word with Mark and check that the corps
will take him in.'

'You mean the "rescued boys" program?' asked William.

'Yeah, he's got no surviving family, so it's us, the state or the street. I
want to make sure Mark makes the right choice.'

'I don't think that's much of a worry,' reassured William. 'Mark would
never turn him away.'



Adam slumped down onto a chair in Paul's room, he was tired and
depressed. He gratefully accepted the offer of a cup of coffee and leaned
back, closing his eyes.

'So we're still no closer to tracking down Dayle,' Paul sighed as he made
the drinks. 'What made you think you could learn anything from McCray?
After what Dayle did to him the man's just a vegetable.'

'That's exactly what his doctors told me, but I wanted to check for
myself. You remember me telling you about the barrier that McCray had to
prevent anyone getting into his mind?'

Paul nodded, 'yeah, I remember. Are you saying it's still there?'

'The barrier is still there, but it's been changed. It turns out the Dayle
didn't destroy McCray's mind as we first thought, he just turned the
barrier inside out. Before, it stopped anyone with telepathic ability from
getting in, now it stops McCray from getting out.' Adam grimaced. 'McCray
is aware of everything that occurs around him, he can see, hear and feel
and his mind is working normally, but he can't get past the barrier to
communicate with the outside world. or even to control his own body. The
man is a prisoner in his own head. It would have been kinder if Dayle had
left him brain dead.'

'The slime deserves everything he's got.' scowled Paul, handing his friend
a steaming cup. 'After what he did to Dayle and that other poor kid and
what he tried to do to you, how can you feel sorry for him?'

Adam shook his head. 'I don't know, he's just such a pathetic creature.'

'Did you manage to find anything at all that could be useful?'

'Not really. Only that Dayle was his prisoner for three months. He was
almost dead and they weren't expecting him to last more than a few
hours. Then he suddenly disappeared. Apparently he was rescued by
someone. McCray didn't have any idea who that may have been or where Dayle
went after his disappearance until he resurfaced a few days ago.'

'Why can't you communicate with Dayle telepathically?'

'Believe me I've tried. He must be using his power to hide himself in some
way.'

'There has to be something we can do. Mark is an emotional mess, this whole
thing has shaken him up badly.'

'I know, I'm worried about Mark as well. I've glimpsed into his mind and
he's very close to cracking.' Adam placed his hand on Paul's leg and
squeezed it gently. 'Don't worry, we'll keep trying until something turns
up.'

'Thanks Adam, it means a lot to me that you are trying so hard to help
Mark.' Paul leaned across and gave the asian boy a quick kiss on the
cheek. Adam looked surprised at this gesture of affection, his eyes meeting
those of the fourteen year old. For a long moment they gazed at each other,
their eyes communicating in a way that words or even telepathy never
could. Slowly their faces moved together, their mouths slightly open in
anticipation. Almost hesitantly, their lips met, just for the briefest
instant, then again much more firmly.

As they kissed, Adam slid his hand up Paul's thigh until it was resting
firmly against the growing bulge at the top. He squeezed, feeling the
outline of the of the boy's hardening cock under his trembling fingers. It
had been weeks since he had experienced boy-sex and he wanted this so
badly. His own cock was threatening to burst out of his clothing. Tugging
Paul's shirt loose he slid his hand up under the thin material, across the
smooth skin of the boy's stomach and up onto his chest, feeling the already
erect nipples slide by under his hand. Reaching further, his fingers
reached under the fourteen year old's arm, encountering a slight moistness
and just a trace of hair, which contrasted erotically with the unblemished
smoothness of the rest of the boy's upper body.

'Take this off.' Adam was so aroused it came out as more of a command than
a request. But Paul obediently raised his arms to allow his shirt to pulled
up over his head. His shirt removed, he began to lower his arms but Adam
stopped him, 'No, keep them up, put them behind your head.'

If Paul was surprised at this he didn't show it. He was quite happy to lie
back and let the asian teenager take the dominant role in their
lovemaking. He relaxed and closed his eyes as Adam's tongue caressed his
bare chest, flicking across his nipples and causing him to moan with
pleasure.

Gradually Adam moved across Paul's firm young pecs, his tongue never
still. At the same time his hand rubbed firmly across the bulge between the
younger boy's legs. Adam's face was now pressed up under Paul's arm, his
tongue tasting the slightly salty sweetness he found there. Paul had
showered after his previous games with Zac but had not used any deodorant,
so the only aroma was the fresh, sweet smell of teenboy. As he worked his
tongue around Paul's armpit, the young asian went to work on the younger
boy's trousers, pulling down the zip and reaching in to take a firm grip of
the hard pole that was straining for freedom.

Paul let out as gasp. 'Take it out. Take it out and suck it for me,' he
pleaded. 'I need you to suck it, Adam.'

'Well, if you want it so badly, I'd better give it to you.' Adam gave a
mischievous grin. He sat back on his heels long enough to pull his own
shirt over his head to reveal his sleek, smooth torso, his skin an exotic
dark gold colour, his chest not muscular yet still well defined. Paul
wanted to reach out and touch it, to feel the silken warmth beneath his
fingers, but at the same time did not want to delay the pleasures he knew
he would feel when this beautiful teenager's mouth reached his aching
groin.

The fourteen year old felt the anticipation build as his belt was pulled
open and his trousers tugged off along with his shoes and socks. This left
him in just a pair of tented briefs, the large wet patch at the front ample
evidence of the excitement he was feeling. He licked his lips and watched
eagerly as Adam removed the rest of his own clothing.

Now naked, the older boy stretched before running his hands erotically down
his body, down his chest and stomach to jerk a few times along the length
of his solid 7 inch cock. All the time his eyes were moving up and down
Paul's young form, drinking in the site of the boy clad only in briefs,
aroused and desperate for sex.

Slowly, Adam continued to masturbate himself, the end of his hard member
now sticky with precum. "Open your legs wider,' he ordered, as he dropped
to his knees. Putting one hand on each of Paul's thighs he slid them slowly
upwards, at the same time lowering his face towards the sticky wet patch.

Paul was unable to suppress a groan at the sensation of the other boy's
tongue pressing against his swollen cock head through the thin white
material. Wanting more of this treatment he brought his hands down and took
hold of Adam's head, pressing it firmly into his crotch.

Slowly and erotically, Adam pulled Paul's last remaining garment down over
his hips, gradually revealing the excited treasures beneath. The shaft was
a hard, straining rod of iron, twitching uncontrollably and begging to be
touched. At the base of the shaft were the boy's hairless balls, held
tightly in their velvet casing. Taking the hot, trembling erection in his
hand, Adam proceeded to cover every inch of it with his tongue, running up
and down the length of the swollen member which took youngster to the
heights of sexual pleasure. Paul was gasping for breath as Adam's tongue
moved lower to play with his balls. Almost involuntarily, the boy raised
his legs, inviting access to his most private area. Adam took the hint and
pushed his face in further, using his hands to pull apart the soft pale
cheeks to reach the tender spot concealed within.

'Aaarghhh....' Paul bit off a muffled sob of pleasure as Adam's probing
tongue reached his sensitive hole and pressed inwards. 'Adam, I'm going to
cum.'

'Just hold yourself back a bit longer,' Adam replied. He raised his head
back up to the level of the boy's beautiful erection and slid his lips
slowly over the head, at the same time pressing his finger deep into the
youngster's body. Quickly he picked up a rhythm, engulfing much of the
shaft and pulling back up while plunging his finger in and out of the tight
sphincter. Paul was writhing with pleasure as he fought to hold onto the
feelings he was experiencing for as long as he possibly could. With a sharp
cry, he gave up the fight and allowed the thick, creamy white cum to erupt
in long spurts from his throbbing cock.

Adam swallowed the first spurt, but kept the rest in his mouth. As the
younger boy's gasps subsided, the asian stood and allowed the precious
contents of his mouth to dribble out, catching it in the palm of his hand
before applying it to his stiff rod, mixing it with his own slippery
juices. The remainder, he smeared between the boy's cheeks to act as
lubrication for what was to follow. Then, taking hold of Paul's legs behind
the knees, he carefully lined up his rock hard shaft with it's winking
target. With a slow determined stroke he pushed forwards, not stopping
until his pubic hair was pushed up against Paul's hairless balls.

Paul gave a grunt of discomfort, which quickly turned into a groan of
pleasure. He loved the full sensation deep within his ass that was only
possible when he had a boy's cock inside him. His head went back and his
eyes closed as he relaxed to enjoy the ride.

Slowly, Adam worked his tool in and out, his eyes distant with
concentration. He wanted to cum almost immediately, but with iron
determination he forced the feeling to the back of his mind. It had been a
while since he had had the chance to fuck another boy and he didn't want it
over with quickly, this was going to last. The speed of his thrusts
increased a little as he set up a steady rhythm, drawing almost completely
out before ramming back in as far as he could possibly go, his balls
slapping hard against Paul's cheeks from the force of each stroke. Beads of
perspiration had appeared on his face and chest, forming tiny rivulets as
they ran down his firm, teenage body. He rode the boy beneath him like a
young stallion, causing the chair on which Paul was laid to begin to creak
under the strain. Both boys were panting loudly from their exertions, as
Adam continued to plough in and out like a piston, his thrusts becoming
steadily more urgent, until, with a strangled scream he could no longer
hold back and allowed the full torrent of his passion to burst from his
loins and enter the body of his young lover.

Paul sighed as he felt hot boycum filling up his insides. As Adam's pumping
gradually slowed to a stop, the fourteen year old opened his eyes and
smiled contentedly at the sweat drenched older boy. 'If I'd known you could
fuck like that I'd have asked you to give it to me long before now.'

With a weary grin, Adam wiped the perspiration from his eyes. 'Well, now
you know what's on offer I hope we'll get to give it another go before too
long.'



William had just finished telling Zac, Josh and a wide eyed Chris the story
about how he and Taylor had combined their powers to heal Tristan, when
Taylor returned. It was immediately obvious that the older Hanson wasn't
happy.

William put his hand onto Taylor's arm.  'I can't believe Mark refused to
take Tristan in.'

'Mark didn't,' Taylor snarled. 'In fact I didn't even get to see Mark. It
was some guy called Brian sitting in Mark's office.' He took a long
breath. 'Mark's is no longer base leader. He's been suspended.'

Silence descended on the room at Taylor's bombshell. Eventually William
spoke, his voice displaying his shock and surprise. 'Why?'

'Apparently it has something to do with him taking unauthorised action
against the FBI. The corps council has started an investigation. Until they
reach a decision as to whether Mark's actions were justified Brian is to be
acting base leader.'

Anger lit up William's eyes. 'I was there, I can tell them now, without any
investigation, that Mark was fully justified in what he did. Besides, Mark
wasn't responsible for what happened to McCray, that was Dayle.'

'That's exactly what Adam and Paul said. They were already in the office
when I arrived. Paul wasn't taking the news of Mark's suspension very well
and he and Brian got into a blazing row which ended with Paul teleporting
himself away to go and look for Mark.

'What did our new base leader have to say about Tristan?' William hardly
needed to have asked the question. Taylor's mood when he came in provided
enough clues for the answer to be patently obvious.

Taylor had calmed down a little, but his voice was still hard and bitter as
he replied. 'He said the "Rescued Boy" programme was being wound up, that
it was a waste of resources and the Corps should never have started the
scheme in the first place. The boys already here are to be sent away and
taking in any new ones is completely out of the question.'

'But that's ridiculous,' The prince was rapidly losing his temper. 'Saving
boys from the streets is one of the best things the Corps has done.' He
started towards the door. 'Come on, we'll go talk to him together and see
if between us we can make him see sense.'

'It won't do any good.' Taylor shook his head. 'It's like talking to a
brick wall. Besides, he has Nathan in there with him at the moment, we'd
better wait until he's finished...'

'NOOOOOOO...!' Taylor was interrupted by a mental scream of pure anguish
that filled all of their minds. Chris looked uncomfortable and Josh doubled
over in pain, his hands over his ears in a useless attempt to cut out the
sound. Even William, with no telepathic ability at all, was shaken by the
force of the onslaught.

Taylor was the first to recognise the mental voice. 'That's Nathan. But
how? He doesn't have powers.' Even as he spoke he was running towards the
door.

As he raced after Taylor, William's mind went quickly back to when he had
followed Nathan out of Taylor's hospital room, nearly a week ago. He'd
convinced himself that Nathan's telepathic shout on that occasion had been
purely his imagination after the stress of what they had all just been
through. It seemed he had been very wrong.

As they charged down the corridor they were joined by Adam, the teenager's
handsome face screwed into a grimace of pain caused by the continuing
mental barrage. Taylor was the first to reach the door of what had formerly
been Mark's office. He burst straight in, the others piling in behind him.

Brian was standing in front of his desk. He had his hands on Nathan's
shoulders and was shaking the boy forcefully to try and get him to stop the
torrent that was flowing from his mind.

'Stop it! Leave him alone!' Taylor's shouted command caused Brian to stop
shaking the youngster, but he still held firmly onto the eleven year old's
shoulders.

'Let him go.' William didn't shout, but as he spoke each word dripped
acid. 'Get your hands off him or I'll make you sorry you were born.'

Brian sniggered at the threat as if amused, but then as his eyes met
William's, his expression changed. His hands dropped away to allowing a
sobbing Nathan to rush into Taylor's open arms.

'I don't like being threatened,' said Brain, his voice shaking, though
whether it was from fear or anger it was impossible to tell.

'And I don't like seeing small boys being hurt.' The prince used his
ability to emphasise his words, causing Brian to give a scream of pain as a
wave of electrical energy passed through his body causing his muscles to
spasm.

'I could have you thrown out of the corps for that.' Brian's face was red
with anger as he held onto his desk to support himself.

'You do that.' William turned his back and followed the others out of the
room.

By the time they reached their own room, Nathan had calmed down enough to
speak. 'He says I can't stay here anymore, I'm going to be sent
away. Please Taylor, don't let him send me away. I want to stay here with
you.'

'It's ok,' Taylor hugged the younger boy tightly. 'No one is going to send
you away. I told you before that when I leave here you can go with me. But
it seems there's also another reason you will be staying with us.'

Nathan looked puzzled as Adam gently took hold of his head and looked
deeply into his eyes. The young asian was silent to a full minute before
giving his verdict. 'Wow, his telepathy is stronger than mine.'

Slowly a smile spread across Nathan's face. It turned into a grin and was
followed by whoop of joy. 'Yay! I have powers. I can join the corps. I'll
be just like the rest of you.'

'I don't understand,' said Taylor. 'If he has abilities that strong then
why hasn't it been detected before?'

Adam chewed his lip in thought for a few seconds before replying. 'Maybe he
didn't have the abilities before.' As the others looked confused he
continued. 'It relates to something I learned from McCray earlier. McCray
had an ability to erect a barrier in his mind to stop anyone getting in. I
was curious where this came from and today I found out. While Dayle was a
prisoner they drew massive amounts of mental energy from him. Somehow they
developed a device to store this energy and as an experiment McCray allowed
himself to be exposed to it. That is what gave him his ability.'

Slowly realisation dawned on Taylor. 'I used every bit of energy I had when
I healed Nathan after he'd been shot.'

Adam nodded. 'That must be it. Exposure to small or moderate amounts of
power such as when you heal someone under normal conditions would not be
enough to give them abilities of their own, but on that occasion the energy
used was enormous.'

Taylor suddenly had another thought. He glanced across at William who was
also looking worried.

'Tristan...' The prince whispered.

Taylor nodded. 'I think we had better go get him.'



It took about an hour for William and Taylor or organise a car and make
their way to the hospital. Adam had offered to help out with his teleport
ability, but he was only capable of teleporting one person at a time
besides himself and the multiple jumps involved in moving them there and
back would have left him severely drained. Zac's enthusiastic offer to
teleport them had been turned down just as enthusiastically. Taylor's
comment about arriving at the other end with his arms where his legs should
be and his head on the wrong way around did not go down too well the
precocious twelve year old. Besides, as Taylor pointed out, there was no
real hurry as Tristan should still be sleeping.

As they made there way along the hospital corridors, Taylor became more and
more uncomfortable. 'Something's wrong,' he muttered.

William turned to look at his friend. He was well aware of Taylor's ability
to pick up on people's feelings and emotions and the comment worried
him. 'What are you feeling?'

'I don't know yet. But something has happened since we were here earlier.'

Neither of them spoke further until the reached their destination, Taylor's
mood deepening with each step.

Maria was at her place at the nurses station. She looked up as they
approached and hurried around the desk to meet them.

'Maria, what's wrong?' Taylor asked, the emotions he was picking up from
the nurse amplifying the unease he had been feeling since entering the
hospital.

'It looks like your young friend decided he wanted to leave us.' The
Hispanic nurse spoke with a trace of bitterness in her voice.'

'Leave you?' Taylor was confused. 'What do you mean leave you. I don't
understand. He should still be asleep.'

'Then how come he's not here anymore? If he wanted to leave that was fine,
but why did he have to do what he did to Sarah?'

William broke into the conversation as Taylor seemed temporarily lost for
words. 'Who's Sarah and what's happened to her?'

'Sarah is the young nurse who went to check on him. When she didn't come
out of his room I went to find her.' Maria's eyes were now openly
hostile. 'There was no sign of Tristan, but Sarah was lying on the floor
unconscious. The doctors have examined her and can't find anything wrong,
but she's refuses to wake up.'

'Could someone else have got into the room?' asked the prince.

'Not a chance. I was at the station all the time. No one went in or out.'

'So you didn't see Tristan go?'

Maria shook her head. 'I've no idea where he went, but he's not in the
hospital now.'

'Teleport.' Taylor looked at William. 'Someone teleported into his room and
took him away.'

'Couldn't he just have teleported himself away?' William asked.

Taylor shook his head. 'After being healed like that he would sleep for
hours to regain his energy. Besides even if he were to wake up, how could
he have gained control of his powers so quickly? No, someone else is
involved' He turned to Maria. 'Take me to Sarah and I'll see what I can do,
then we need to get back to the base and find out what is going on.'



Dayle was laid on his bed, his earlier conversation with Thomas going
around and around in his head. "Was it worth it?". That one phrase recurred
more often than any other. In his heart he knew the answer. No, it wasn't
worth it. He had been close to death when he had been rescued by Thomas
from the clutches of McCray and the FBI, nearly nine months earlier. Thomas
had taken him to his masters, the mysterious sentinels. Mysterious was the
word. Dayle had worked for them himself since his rescue and after all that
time he still knew hardly anything about them. One of the few things he did
know was that they possessed fantastic powers, powers that made those of
even the strongest corps member appear feeble by comparison. The sentinels
had made the dying boy an offer. They would save his life and grant him
power he could not have dreamed of, and in exchange he was to work for
them. The only condition was that he give up everything he had known
previously; there was to be no contact with former family or friends and
especially no contact with the corps. Unable to think straight, having
endured agony beyond belief, Dayle had grasped at the offer of life like a
drowning man would clutch at a straw. The Sentinels kept their word, they
gave him his life and enhanced his abilities to an enormous
degree. Unfortunately, for all of their power, the one talent denied to
them was healing. Dayle was only alive as a result of the "borrowed"
energies flowing through his body. If the Sentinels were to withdraw their
gift Dayle would return to the condition he was in at the moment of his
salvation. Just hours of agonised life left in his body.

The past nine months had been more than difficult. Not a day had gone by
without him thinking of Mark. On one occasion he had even committed the
ultimate crime for a telepath and entered his former lovers mind
uninvited. That had been a big mistake, seeing the hurt in Mark's mind had
nearly broken his heart and reduced the teenager to a sobbing wreck for
days afterwards. Dayle had eventually pulled himself together and had in
time managed to erect an emotional barrier to protect himself from his own
feelings. But when he came face to face with Mark in McCray's office the
barrier had come Now he knew what he had to do. Life wasn't worth the cost
he had been asked to pay, this wasn't living. He just prayed the Sentinels
would not withdraw their gift before he had had a chance to speak to Mark,
and more than that, he hoped with all his heart that Mark would be able to
forgive him for his long deception.

Before he left he had to speak to Thomas. Though the two of them had never
managed to become really close they were friends of sorts and it had been
Thomas that had rescued him from the FBI. Dayle felt he at least owed the
man an explanation.

He made his way to Thomas' room and knocked lightly on the door. Getting no
reply he glanced inside, the room was empty. Rather than waste time
searching he tried a more direct approach. 'THOMAS, WHERE ARE YOU?' His
mental question was answered immediately.

'I'M IN THE ROOM NEXT TO YOURS. COME ON IN, I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU.'

As he opened the door and entered, Dayle was indeed taken by
surprise. Thomas wasn't alone. On a bed was the unmoving figure of a
teenage boy, perhaps fourteen or fifteen years old. The boy was naked, his
smooth chest rising and falling gently with each breath. Dayle glanced from
the figure to a pleased looking Thomas, his eyes full of questions.

'This is Tristan.' Thomas said, cheerfully. He's going to be the Sentinel's
newest recruit.

'Who is he? Where did he come from?'

Unable to resist talking about his own cleverness, Thomas explained how he
had a way of getting information about what was going on in the corps
base. That is how he had heard about Tristan.  Tristan had been involved in
a car accident and his parents had been killed outright, he had been healed
in a combined effort by Taylor and William. At this point Thomas looked
impressed. He'd never before known of people managing to combine their
powers. This was something that warranted further investigation. However,
apparently the corps members were too stupid to realise that exposure to
large quantities of mental energy was likely to cause the person exposed to
develop powers of his own. This is when Thomas had stepped in and relieved
them of the responsibility of the potential super-being they had created.

As Thomas spoke, only part of Dayle's mind was listening. Absently his hand
reached out and gently touched the face of the sleeping boy. Slowly he
trailed his fingers down the face and neck and onto the pale, soft skin of
Tristan's chest, down his stomach, through his dark pubic hair and down the
length of his limp penis.

Watching Dayle's actions, Thomas paused in his explanations. 'You like him
don't you. Don't worry you'll have plenty of chances to have some fun and
games with him.'

Dayle's head swung around as he glared at Thomas, his expression a mixture
of sorrow and disgust. 'What you've done is wrong. Very wrong.'

'What...?'

'When I gave my promise to the Sentinels I had no idea what the real cost
was going to be. Not only have I given up everything I loved, I also hurt
the person I loved most very badly. This boy has lost his family, being
with the corps would have at least given him the chance to be surrounded by
people that could care about him and help him come to terms with what has
happened. You've taken that chance away from him.' Thomas opened his mouth
to speak but Dayle forged ahead. 'Please don't flatter yourself that you
would be able to provide the same care and friendship that he would have
found with the corps. You're not a bad person Thomas, but you're completely
in the power of the sentinels. You have no real life of your own. Now
you're taking his life away from him and making him like you and like me. I
won't stand back and watch that happen.'

'Don't be stupid.' Thomas was now openly angry at Dayle's
outburst. 'There's nothing that you can do about it. You made your promise
to the sentinels and now you are bound by it just the same as I am bound by
the one that I made.'

Dayle gave a sad smile. 'I'm leaving, Thomas. If the sentinels want to take
back what they have given to me then so be it, but I can't live this was
any longer. I'm leaving now and I'm taking this boy with me.'

'For god's sake Dayle, what's got into you? You want to throw your own life
away that's fine, but Tristan stays with me.'

Dayle suddenly found himself unable to move, his limbs held in place by
Thomas' powerful telekinesis. He could easily have teleported himself away,
but unless he was in physical contact with Tristan when he did so, it would
mean leaving the boy behind. He responded in kind, using his own strongest
ability, his telepathy to try and penetrate Thomas' defences and stun the
man with a mental blast.

Thomas sensed what was coming a erected a barrier in his mind, deflecting
the blow and following up with a blast of his own. The force of this would
have caused Dayle to stagger if he had not been fixed in place. Dayle next
tried energy manipulation, drawing heat from the room and converting it to
electricity but again Thomas intercepted the attack and converted the
energy back to heat.

The invisible battle continued, as each tried to get the better of the
other, two titans equally matched, locked in a mental struggle, the prize
being the future of the sleeping boy.



Taylor and William arrived back to a joyful welcome from Nathan.

'TAYLOR, WILLIAM, LISTEN TO ME. I CAN TALK TO YOU TELEPATHICALLY
NOW. ADAM'S BEEN SHOWING ME HOW.'

'Hey that's really good, you've been busy while we've been away.' Taylor
tried to sound enthusiastic, for Nathan's sake. The youngster was obviously
excited about his newly discovered ability, which for him was a dream come
true. But it was immediately apparent that the enthusiasm was forced.

'Something went wrong didn't it?' Nathan switched back to normal speech as
he watched the two teenagers.

'What happened?' asked Adam. 'You didn't fetch Tristan back with you?'

'Where are the others?' asked Taylor.

Adam answered. 'Zac was bored with waiting for you. He dragged Josh and
Chris down to the pool. Do you want me to call them back?'

Taylor shook his head. 'No, leave them. They'll come back in their own
time.' He sank down into a chair with a sigh. 'Unless of course they've
disappeared as well; it seems to be becoming a popular pastime around here
lately.'

In reply to puzzled expressions from Adam and Nathan, William explained
what had happened at the hospital. From them arriving to find Tristan gone,
to Taylor's unsuccessful attempt to heal the nurse, Sarah.' He was just
finishing his story when Zac and his two cohorts reappeared.

'What I don't understand,' said Adam, 'is how could anyone else have known
about Tristan. Who would want to take him away?'

'That's the problem,' said Taylor. 'Except for Brian, no one outside of
this room knew anything about him.'

'Why don't you ask Chris?' Said Nathan as if his suggestion was the most
obvious thing in the world.

Silence descended on the room as all eyes turned towards the accused the
youngster. Chris looked confused and a little frightened. 'I didn't do
anything.'

'He's right,' Zac chimed in. 'He's been with us all the time.'

Adam stood and approached Chris, who backed away. 'Really, I didn't do
anything.' He was now genuinely frightened.

'It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you.' Adam reassured as he put his hand on
the boy's head.

There followed a long period of silence. Adam's brow was furrowed with
concentration as he delved into Chris' mind. The youngster's apprehension
seemed to lessen a little as he realised that the asian teen did not in
fact mean him any harm.

Suddenly, Adam gave a grunt and dropped down to his knees. William, who was
closest, caught Adam under his arms to prevent him falling further and
Taylor moved to help.

'I'm fine,' said the young telepath, struggling back to his feet. 'Though
it looks like we had a spy amongst us.' He put a hand on Chris' shoulder.

Chris' face went white. 'I'm not a spy. I don't know what you're talking
about.'

'I know,' Adam continued. 'I didn't mean you. I was talking about the
person who was using your mind to watch us.' He went on to explain that a
powerful telepath had at some time in the past set up a link with Chris'
mind and since then would have been able to see and hear everything that
Chris saw and heard.

'Is he watching us now?' asked Taylor.

'Not anymore. I've broken the link. Though I could only manage that because
he was distracted for some reason; he's much stronger than me. The good
thing is that he won't be able to re-establish the link without making
physical contact with Chris.

'So he must be the one that took Tristan.' There was a trace of anger in
Taylor's voice.

Adam nodded. 'It looks like it. The question is, what do we do about it? I
think I can locate him, but I'm not sure it would be a good idea. He's far
more powerful than any of us here, and until Paul reappears we can't travel
as a group.'

'One way or another we're going to get Tristan back,' vowed Taylor, his
fists clenched. 'We'll make this guy sorry he ever heard of the Corps.'

'Oh, I think he's that already,' said a new voice from across the room.

All eyes turned to the source of the voice. 'Hello again Adam.' Dayle
looked tired and drawn, his face covered with a sheen of perspiration. He
was supporting the limp body of a naked teenager.

'Tristan!' Taylor crossed the room in an instant and helped lower the still
unconscious boy to the floor.

Adam's greeting to the newcomer was cautious. 'You turn up in the most
unexpected places Dayle. Would you care to tell us what's going on?'

With a sigh, Dayle sank into a chair. 'There's a lot that I can't say. To
start with I want to thank you for your help a few minutes ago. I was
involved in a bit of a struggle with the person who had been spying on you,
and I was getting the worst of the deal. When you broke his telepathic link
with his subject it distracted him enough for me to get away. We're even
now. I saved you and now you have saved me. The only other thing you need
to know for the moment is that I'm back to stay.'



Zac let out a long sigh. He was bored. The excitement earlier would have
been more than enough for any normal person, Mark's disappearance,
Tristan's abduction and then subsequent reappearance alongside the
mysterious Dayle, the discovery that Chris had been an unwitting spy. But
Zac wasn't exactly normal.. Adam had gone off with Dayle so the two of them
could have a proper talk and Taylor and William had taken Tristan to
another room and were going to stay with him until he finally awoke. 'Hope
he's more fun when he's awake,' Zac muttered to himself. The sleeping boy
had certainly looked cute enough, and the fact that he had not been wearing
any clothes had of course helped to spark the young Hanson's interest.

His previous effort having been ignored, Zac gave another sigh, louder this
time and gave it added emphasis by slapping his hands down on the side of
his chair.

'Zac, I'm trying to watch this movie,' Josh complained. 'You chose it, the
least you can do is keep quiet until it's over.' On the screen Tommy Lee
Jones and Will Smith were taking a bit of a battering from a giant
cockroach.

'I'm sure we could find something more interesting to do that watch a dumb
movie.' Even as Zac spoke, an idea was forming. 'Hey you two?' He called
across the room to where Nathan was talking to Chris. 'Seeing as it's just
us younger guys here, how about we have a bit of a party?'

Nathan looked a appeared dubious, and looked to Chris for his approval. The
younger boy's dislike of Chris had disappeared as soon as the telepathic
link to the spy had been severed, and the two of them had become immediate
friends. Chris nodded enthusiastically. 'Let's do it.'

'We can turn it into a celebration,' suggested Zac. 'Let's celebrate Nathan
becoming a Corps member.'

The eleven year old blushed, unused to being the centre of attention. 'If
you like, but I'm not officially a corps member yet. It would be ok if Mark
were here, but I don't think Brian likes me very much.'

'Who cares what that asshole thinks,' said Zac. Josh and Chris nodded in
agreement. Zac continued, 'As guest of honour at the party, I nominate you
to fetch the ice cream.'

'Ice cream?' Nathan blinked in surprise.

'Yeah, ice cream, we're gonna eat it until we're sick.'

'Erm... Yeah... Ok.' Nathan walked to the door. 'What flavour would you
like?'

'Anything you can get. Just be sure to get plenty of it.' Zac's was
grinning from ear to ear.

'Zac, what have you got planned?' asked Josh as the door closed behind
Nathan.

'I think we should have a little initiation ceremony for our new member.'
Zac explained his idea to the other two boys and received enthusiastic
support.

A few minutes later Nathan returned, loaded down with large tubs of ice
cream in a variety of flavours. 'I don't think we'll get through all this
lot,' he said as he dumped all of the tubs down on the table and brushed
loose ice crystals off the front of his shirt. 'What's the matter?' He
asked, noticing the grins they all had.

'Get him,' Zac screeched and launched himself forwards, grabbing hold of
Nathan's arm. The youngster never stood a chance, he was quickly subdued
and on his back on the carpet with the three older boys piled on top of
him. 'Right, strip him,' Zac ordered.

'No!' Realising what was going to happen, Nathan began to struggle. 'Let me
go,' he begged.

By this time the boy's shirt had been pulled up to his neck and his
trousers were down to his knees, leaving most of his body exposed. Zac
hooked his fingers into the waistband of the skimpy white briefs and pulled
them away from the boy's body just enough so that he could glance
underneath. 'It may be small, but it's very pretty,' he announced, allowing
the elastic to snap back against Nathan's stomach. 'Shall we finish the job
boys?'

'Yes', shouted Chris and Josh, almost in unison, drowning out the
simultaneous 'No,' from their struggling victim.

Once again Zac took hold of the briefs and made as if to yank them down,
but at the last minute he paused. His voice suddenly became soft and his
expression serious. 'We won't do this if you don't want it. Just say now.'

Nathan stopped struggling, but his eyes shone and his lips were clamped
shut, all protestations instantly ceased.

'Alright!' Zac yelled, immediately back to his exuberant self. With one
sweep of his arms the briefs came down leaving the eleven year old's
treasures fully on view. All movement stopped as the three older boys
admired the sight.

'Very pretty,' observed Chris, agreeing with Zac's earlier statement.

'Yeah, this is gonna be fun,' said Josh, squeezing his own crotch.

'Come on guys,' said Zac, impatiently. 'Let's get him naked then the fun
can really start.'

For the next minute or so it was complete bedlam. As Zac, Josh and Chris
tugged at boy's remaining clothing, Nathan put up quite a convincing
pretence of a struggle, complete with appropriate sound effects and begging
for them to let him go.

Eventually Nathan had been completely stripped and was pinned down on his
back with Chris knelt on his arms and Josh across his legs.

Zac took hold of the boy's small but hard cock. 'Look's like he's enjoying
his initiation so far.' He gave a wicked grin. 'Shall we move onto stage
two?' Without waiting for the agreement of his two cohorts, which was a
foregone conclusion anyway, he went across to the table and returned with
the tubs of ice cream.

Nathan's eyes went wide as he finally realised what they had in store for
him. 'Zac, don't you dare.'  He resumed his struggling, but it was no use,
he was well and truly restrained.

'Chocolate, my favourite.' Zac pulled the top off one of the tubs and using
his fingers, scooped out a large dollop. 'Oooh, sorry Nathan, but this is
cold.'


'Nooooooo...' Yelled Nathan, as the frozen confection made contact with his
thrashing lower regions. The cry of shock from the sudden icy sensation
quickly gave way to hysterical laughter as Zac began rubbing the melting
stickiness around the youngster's cock and balls. Chris and Josh joined in,
causing Nathan gave squeals of delight as the cold ice cream was liberally
applied to the rest of his body. Before long, the boy was a dripping,
multicoloured mess.

Satisfied, Zac sat back in his heals. 'Now for the best part.'

Nathan was breathless from laughing and it took a big effort for him to
answer. 'No more... Please... I can't take anymore.'

'This bit you'll like.' Zac paused for effect. 'This is where we lick it
all off.' Instantly his head went down and his lips were wrapped around the
younger boy's excited shaft. He lifted his head up just long enough to say
'Sweetest lollipop I've ever tasted', and went quickly down for more.

What had previously been squeals of laughter now turned into gasps of
pleasure as Nathan's body was subjected to the vigorous assault of three
hungry tongues; not hungry for ice cream, hungry for boy flesh. Nathan was
no longer pinned down, but he made no effort to stem the assault, laying
with his arms and legs outstretched to give his friends unrestricted access
to every part of his young torso.

Having sucked the hard cock clean, Zac turned his attention to the tight
balls below, giving them a thorough tongue bath. He was soon joined in this
by Chris who commented that the melted ice cream had run down into the
boy's crack. Nathan obediently raised his legs, holding them firmly behind
the knees. This had the effect of pulling his smooth cheeks apart and
allowing Chris to get to the treasure between them. As Chris' tongue
flicked across his rosebud, Nathan gave a long groan. The eleven year old
was in sexual heaven and his body began to writhe almost uncontrollably. He
could feel the familiar tingling sensation beginning to build in his cock
and his hips began to buck wildly. Zac, who had returned to sucking on the
tender shaft, no longer had to bob his head, he just kept his lips in place
and allowed the youngster to fuck his mouth.

Nathan's movements became gradually more frantic and he was panting
uncontrollably. Suddenly his back arched and every muscle in his young body
stiffened as the first wave of his orgasm struck. 'Aghhh... Ooohhhhh...'
Somehow throughout all the writhing and jerking, Zac managed to keep his
lips in place and continued his sucking, at the same time using his tongue
to stroke around the sensitive head of the boy's erection. He was
eventually rewarded with a few drops of sweet liquid, which he savoured in
his mouth for a few seconds before allowing himself to swallow.

Gradually Nathan became calmer. He lay on his back with his eyes closed
breathing heavily.

'Well, that was fun,' grinned Zac. As Nathan opened his eyes the younger
Hanson added "welcome to the corps, new boy.'

A flood of emotions crossed Nathan's face. A short time ago he thought he
was going to be sent away and lose his friends, now everything had
changed. His dearest wish had come true, he was going to be a full member
of the corps. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. 'Thanks, all of you,
you're really good friends.' His voice shook slightly as he spoke.

'We don't want any soppy stuff,' said Zac gruffly, seeing tears in Nathan's
eyes. He took hold of Nathan's hand and pulled the boy to his feet. 'Let's
get you cleaned up. And if you promise to hold off with the blubbing we can
have some more fun.' He put his arm around Nathan's shoulders and as they
walked towards the showers he bent towards the youngster's ear and
whispered softly so the others couldn't hear. 'Besides, if you turn on the
water works you'll get me started, and I've got my reputation to think of.'
He gave the boy a quick peck on the cheek. 'Come on, little brother,' he
added, aloud, 'bath time.'

Nathan blinked in surprise at being referred to as "little brother" and
looked at Zac's face to see if he was having a joke. 'You mean that?' He
asked, biting his lip.

'You bet I do,' said Zac.



Adam had become frustrated at Dayle's constant refusal to give any solid
information about what he had been doing for the past year, but had
eventually come to accept that the mysterious teen had given promises that
he wouldn't break. The only thing he would say for sure was that he was now
back for good.

It had come as a blow to Dayle to find that Mark had disappeared. He
desperately wanted to speak to his former lover and to be his forgiveness
for deserting him. For the past hour he had been concentrating his
considerable telepathic talent on locating Mark but had not had any
success. His pale features were creased with a worried frown.

'I can't understand it,' said Adam. 'You're much stronger than me, you
should be able to speak to him no matter where he is.'

'That's what's worrying me,' Dayle replied. 'As far as I can see there are
only two possibilities..'

Adam, being a powerful telepath himself, was well aware what the
possibilities were. 'You think there is a chance Mark is being held by
someone even stronger than you.'

'I hope that his the case, even though the thought frightens me. My
telepathic ability is far, far strong than it was before, so the idea that
someone even stronger is for some reason concealing Mark is not something I
like to think about. But even that is preferable to the other alternative.'
He paused and closed his eyes to hold back the tears.

Adam put his arms around the boy and held him, giving what comfort he
could, as in a soft voice Dayle gave a plea straight from his heart.

'Please Mark, I'm so sorry for leaving you. Please forgive me. Please be
out there somewhere, I want you so much. Please...  Please... be alive.'


To be continued.... If you are enjoying the story or wish to offer
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