By Wes Leigh
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In war and in
peace, a good enemy can be more valuable than a good ally.
-- From Shogun,
by James Clavell
Minerva Smyth walked
into the library where Regina and Xavier sat side-by-side, studying the thick
tome opened on the desk before them. She
stopped just inside the door, neither smiling nor sneering nor making any other
indication of how she felt to be returning to the home Xavier had taken from
her when he took over as Executor.
Xavier saw her enter
the room and stood up. "Minerva," he
said, with a slight nod of his head.
Minerva finally
smiled, briefly, and nodded as well.
"Xavier. Regina." She lifted her chin and said, "There is
someone I believe you need to meet."
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The Sheriff himself
led the convoy of SUV's driving up the road to the hunting lodge. They parked in front of the main building,
climbed out of the vehicles, and walked up the path to the doors of the
lodge. The Sheriff carried a handgun on
his hip; the six deputies with him carried shotguns in their hands.
As they approached
the large double entry, the doors opened and Connor
stepped out with Andreas and Gabi on one side and Donny and Ethan on the other.
Everyone stopped and
waited.
The Sheriff cleared
his throat nervously and spoke. "I'm
here in an official capacity, Connor."
"With what? An arrest warrant?"
Connor asked.
The Sheriff shook
his head. "It's not quite that
official," he admitted. "It's more of an
official request."
"What's the
request?"
"That you accompany
us back to Agony."
Connor glanced at
his parents, then his friends. Turning
back to the Sheriff, he asked, "If I refuse?"
The Sheriff blew out
his breath. "Let's just say it would be
a whole lot better if you agreed."
Connor turned his
back on the Sheriff and said, "I'll go and see what this is about. Donny, you come too. The rest of you know what to do, right?" Seeing them nod, Connor turned back around
and said, "Let's get this over with."
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Daniel and Diego
were sitting down in a secluded copse of cottonwoods, practicing shifting from
human to wolf and back to human, when Daniel's cell phone buzzed. He checked the display and saw Unknown Caller. Touching the answer button, he brought the
phone to his ear and said, "Hello."
A raspy voice said,
"Hello, Daniel. My name is Dautry. I am
inviting you and your vaewolf friend to a special
meeting I'm hosting. Tonight. At the Agony courthouse. Second floor conference room. 11 p.m."
The call
disconnected.
Daniel looked at
Diego.
Diego blinked and
asked, It's started?
Yes,
Daniel replied. Now the fun
begins.
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Daniel and Diego
walked up the sidewalk to the courthouse doors.
Being so late at night, no one was there, naturally. But the front doors were unlocked. They walked inside and headed for the main
stairs, climbing up to the second floor.
At the top of the landing, two men dressed in suits and wearing dark
sunglasses waited for them.
"Really?" Daniel
said with a laugh. "Sunglasses? At night?
You guys certainly take your jobs seriously, don't you?"
The men didn't
reply, but one pointed down the hall to where another man, also in a suit, also
wearing sunglasses, waited next to an open door.
Daniel and Diego
walked through the door and found a large room with an enormous table in the
middle and chairs all around the edges.
Sitting at the head of the table was a very old, bald-headed
man. Standing next to the table on the
right side were Connor and Donny. To the
left, Xavier stood next to Regina and Minerva.
The old man gestured
and croaked out, "Please have a seat."
They all pulled out
chairs to sit down, except for Minerva, who walked around to the head of the
table and stood behind the old man, who began speaking. "I know all of you, and I'm sure you have all
met my new assistant, Minerva Smyth." He
paused to allow that news to sink in, then said, "My name is Dautry. I am a
special agent working for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. But I'm here tonight as a duly appointed
representative of the President of the United States of America. Suffice it to say, I speak with the full
backing and authority of the President.
Whatever I promise will be delivered, whether it is aid ... or
consequences."
He reached for a
folder on the table in front of him and flipped it open. "Since September of last year ... eight
vampires have died ... four werewolves, also dead ... and two vaewolves
..." He glanced up, staring at Daniel and Diego.
His cheek twitched from a muscle spasm.
"... two vaewolves have been created."
He closed the
folder. "And the town of Agony has been
in complete turmoil. Humans have been
asking for ridiculous amounts of therapy and medication from local doctors. Countless resources have been expended
covering up the deaths of high school students and their parents. I'm surprised the national news hasn't gotten
wind of it yet! And now, lycan packs in neighboring states have been preparing for
war, while vampiric Covenants across the nation are transferring assets into
special accounts for easier liquidation, creating chaos in every major
financial market. In short, you young people have instigated quite a mess."
He pushed his chair
back and stood up. Placing his hands on
the table, he leaned forward and stated, "Allow me to be perfectly clear. This situation will not continue. We will be returning this town to the status
quo that existed two years ago. The
vampires and werewolves will enjoy an uneasy truce, holding each other in
check, without taking any more lives.
This ceasefire will influence werewolves and vampires across the nation
to settle down once again. And all will
be at peace in our fair land. I believe
that is something we can all agree would be good to see. Am I right?"
Xavier nodded. "And what will it cost to have this ... peace?"
Dautry
pursed his lips. "Why ... nothing at
all. We simply all agree to cease all
hostilities effective immediately and get along with one another."
"And if we don't?"
Connor asked.
Dautry
mumbled, "The consequences would be unpleasant.
I have government forces prepared to turn this town into a barren
prairie. One phone call from me and it
begins. You don't want that to happen."
Dautry
turned his gaze upon Daniel and grimaced, as though experiencing a sudden pain,
"And then there is the little matter of what to do about the vaewolves. They did
not exist a year ago, so they bring a new factor into the equation." Daniel didn't respond, so Dautry
continued, "It's impossible to put that genie back in the bottle, so we won't
even try. Instead, the country is
willing to allow the vaewolves to provide a third
`check and balance' on the situation here in Agony. The vampires and the werewolves and the vaewolves will all live in harmony, keeping their heads
down, maintaining their secrecy as they have for so many years, not bothering
each other, but all watching and correcting the behavior of the others."
Connor snorted. "There are only two of them. How are they going to keep the rest of us
under control?"
Daniel shrugged and
spoke for the first time. "Two is all we
need."
Xavier snorted as if
he found that hard to believe. "So as
long as everyone behaves ... as long as everything stays calm, the government
leaves us alone?"
Dautry
nodded.
Xavier stood
up. "Then we have an agreement." Regina stood up next to him and they both
disappeared.
Connor and Donny
stood up and walked out of the room without saying a word.
Dautry
studied Daniel and Diego carefully.
"There will be no more podcasts.
And no more vaewolves created. Is that clear?"
"Perfectly clear,"
Daniel replied.
"Good. If it happens again, I step in." Dautry stood up and
motioned for Minerva to follow him as they slunk out of the room. When they reached the hall, the bodyguard at
the door followed them. At the stairs,
the other two preceded them down to the first floor and out to the cars. They climbed into the back of black SUVs and
drove away.
Inside one SUV, Dautry lit up a cigarette, not caring whether Minerva liked
it or not. He had a lot of planning to
do, and he found a cigarette helped him focus.
He would have to find a way to remove the vaewolves
from the equation; they were a destabilizing quantity that simply couldn't be
tolerated. As for the lycans and vampires, he wasn't sure he could trust those
young fools to do as promised. Operation
Bonfire might very well be necessary. He
didn't want to do that, since many humans could be injured in
the course of the operation, but he was certain he could justify any
collateral damage. Now, the vaewolves ... what to do?
He leaned back, blew
out the smoke, and began planning.
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Daniel and Diego teleported back to their own homes, each
into his own bedroom, checking quickly to be sure they hadn't been missed by
their families.
As Daniel climbed into bed, Diego asked, What's
next?
We've flushed them into the open. Now we take the fight to them, Daniel
replied.
From his bedroom across town, Xavier's mental voice was
full of menace. That bastard Dautry is calling all the shots. He has to pay,
Daniel.
Daniel replied, He will, Xavier. I promise you that. Oh, and I just want to say, you're all doing
a terrific job. Dautry
doesn't have clue how we're playing him.
But will it be enough, Daniel? Xavier
asked. You heard Dautry. He has the President's blessing for
everything he does.
I doubt that, Daniel said. The operation is probably hidden, with a
dozen ways to keep the President's hands clean if it goes wrong. My plan is to make it go very, very wrong.
Connor laughed and said, They
won't know what hit `em. Connor punched his own pillow to emphasize
his point, transmitting an image to his soulmates of the pillow transforming
into Dautry's face.
Diego snickered and replied, I'm glad you guys are
my friends. I would hate to have you as
enemies.
More than friends, Diego, Daniel said with a
wistful smile. We're soulmates. Daniel's smile turned to an angry scowl. That's something these fuckers failed to consider! And it will cost them.
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Dalton Ridge was
another small town about an hour and a half from Agony. They didn't have a very good football team,
so no one expected them to put up a significant challenge for the mighty
Cougars, who were rolling over every opponent.
That's why it came as a grating shock to the Agony fans when the Dalton
Ridge Eagles managed to break through the offensive line, knocking Donny McCoy
back into Daniel Anderson and causing a fumble all the way back to the Cougar ten-yard
line. Fortunately, the Cougars recovered
the ball, but the shock was even worse when both Donny and Daniel didn't get up
right away.
Donny rolled on the
ground, clutching his ankle. The tinted
face shield on his helmet kept anyone from seeing the agony on his face as he
grabbed at his foot.
Daniel sat on the
ground next to Donny. Daniel had removed
his helmet and tossed it aside in frustration.
Now he was clutching his right wrist, grimacing in pain.
The referees
whistled for a time out as trainers and coaches rushed onto the field. The Cougar offense stood to one side,
anxiously waiting to see if two of their best players were going to be able to
continue. After several scary minutes,
both players managed to struggle to their feet.
Daniel held his arm to his side, cradling his wrist. Donny kept his foot off the ground, throwing
his massive arms across the necks of two shorter men on each side of him, who
helped him to hop off the field.
The crowd clapped
and shouted encouragement as the two injured boys left the game. Both headed for the field house, finished for
the night, and possibly for the rest of the year.
Daniel's parents
stood at the railing at the bottom of the stadium, hoping to catch Daniel's
attention. He looked up and saw them,
then waved his uninjured hand and grimaced.
"I'll be okay," he shouted.
Mike Anderson held
his wife Judy in a tight hug. "I KNEW
this would happen," she mumbled.
"It's football,"
Mike said. "He'll be okay."
"I want to go to
him," she insisted.
Mike chuckled. "Hon, we can't do that. It'll embarrass the boy. He's okay, and he'll be back out soon
enough." He turned his wife and led her
back to their seats.
Across the field,
Daniel waved the trainers away and slipped his shoulder underneath Donny's arm,
holding him up as the two of them continued on into field
house together.
Up in the stands,
the band played the school fight song to encourage the fans and the team. With the second-string quarterback going in
for Daniel, they needed all the encouragement they could get.
When the band
finished playing, the director told them to take a ten-minute break. Diego set his snare drum to one side and
headed up the bleachers to the restroom.
Xavier did the same, following behind Diego.
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When
the field house door closed behind them, Donny stopped hobbling and playfully
shoved Daniel. Daniel reached up and
pulled off the other boy's helmet, revealing Connor's handsome face. Daniel smiled and slapped Connor's cheek
affectionately with his "injured" wrist.
Xavier
and Diego teleported into the room, standing before Daniel and Connor. Xavier began helping Daniel strip off his jersey
and pads. Diego reached down to untie
Connor's pants.
Connor
smiled and asked, What are you two
cuties doin' in the field house? Won't the band miss you?
Diego
smiled and replied, Not for several more minutes. And I think they'll do just fine with a
couple of us gone for a bit.
Xavier
knelt down and started untying Daniel's cleats. The more important question is how will Donny do playing in your spot on defense.
Connor
shrugged. These guys aren't that
good. Donny will be fine. I just hope he doesn't get blood on my
jersey.
That's
what you get for trading places, Diego teased as he yanked Connor's
trunks down his thick legs.
When
Daniel and Connor were both stripped of their uniforms and gear, they helped
Xavier and Diego to quickly shed their band uniforms. Then all four rushed into the shower room,
turning on two spigots next to each other.
They huddled together under the hot spray, holding each other, pressing
together, groaning as they kissed, nibbled, tweaked, and stroked each other.
Xavier
fell to his knees, sliding his mouth over Daniel's cock and burying it deep in
his throat in a single pass. Daniel
still wasn't quite long enough to enter the back of his throat, so Xavier slid
back up to the cap, swirling his tongue all around, then slamming down to the
base again, holding himself there, creating as much suction as he could.
Daniel
dropped his hands to Xavier's head, gently massaging Xavier's dark hair,
running his hands down the side of Xavier's head to play with his
earlobes. He pressed his hips forward
against Xavier's face, closing his eyes and moaning from the sweet sensation of
having his cock fully encased by his lover's mouth.
Nearby,
Diego and Connor were locked at the lips, biting and nipping at each
other. Their hands slid up and down,
grabbing butt cheeks, squeezing, roaming up smooth backs to grasp strong
shoulders, then slide back down again.
Connor, being so much taller than Diego, knelt down
slightly and lifted the smaller lad off his feet, holding him against his chest
as they kissed. Diego bit Connor's lip
playfully, then pushed his tongue into Connor's mouth, moaning when Connor
sucked on the invading flesh.
Diego
pushed off and said, Let me down, Connor.
Connor
released him and Diego landed lightly on the floor. He grabbed a bar of soap and began rubbing
Connor's eight-inch cock, coating it in a slippery layer. Then Diego spun around and pulled his butt
cheeks apart. Hurry, Connor,
he thought, we don't have much time.
Connor
pointed his thick cock down slightly, lined it up with Diego's pucker, and
slowly pushed inside. He groaned and
closed his eyes as Diego's body accepted him, gripping him in a warm, tight
embrace.
Xavier
grabbed Daniel's butt cheeks and used them to pull Daniel forward a fraction of
an inch more, pressing his cock as deep into Xavier's mouth as it would
go. Now, Daniel, Xavier
said.
Daniel
shook as his body transformed into a vaewolf. Blonde hair sprouted everywhere. His face shifted into that of a wolf. His eyes glowed golden. And inside Xavier's mouth, Daniel's cock
swelled thicker and longer, growing to a solid eight inches that now forced its
way down Xavier's throat.
Xavier
gagged but held on, swallowing convulsively as Daniel's bigger cock filled his
throat. Xavier's eyes glowed bright red
and his fangs extended slightly, not enough to penetrate Daniel's cock, but
enough to sting and make Daniel howl silently.
Diego
arched his back and transformed into his own wolf, his body covered with dark
black hair, his short cock growing now as well, thicker but still only six
inches or so in length. He grabbed
Xavier's butt and pulled it back, sliding his cock inside in a single, quick
thrust.
Xavier
gasped, loving the feeling of having one lover in his throat and the other
shoved inside his ass. He pushed back
against Diego, forcing him even deeper.
Then he slid Daniel's cock out and nibbled on the cap, before sliding it
back in.
Connor
grunted and shifted into full wolf form.
Diego's bowels resisted futilely as Connor's thick cock grew even
thicker and stretched out deeper, filling Diego completely. With the mating heat fully upon him, Connor
began pounding into Diego, smashing the younger boy forward with each powerful
thrust, shoving Diego fully inside Xavier as well.
Daniel
began humping Xavier's mouth, building to the violent crescendo his body
craved.
Xavier
felt Daniel's cock throbbing and hot liquid striking the back of his throat.
Connor
closed his eyes and shoved himself deep inside Diego, holding both their bodies
still as Connor's cock pulsed over and over.
Diego
collapsed forward onto Xavier's back, groaning as his balls sucked up into his
body and clinched, sending their seed up into Xavier.
Xavier's
body shook and his cock quivered as cum poured out in thick, long strings onto
the floor of the shower, washing slowly down the drain.
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Out
on the field, the Cougars' second-string quarterback had managed to get them
within field goal range, giving them a 10-0 lead.
Now
the defense was asked to hold the Eagles, which everyone was confident they
would do.
Donny,
wearing Connor's tinted helmet and jersey, led the defense onto the field.
The
offense lined up. The quarterback called
for the ball. Donny rushed around the
end of the offensive line, chasing the quarterback out of the pocket. `Hey, this isn't so hard,' Donny
thought. Then the fullback doubled back
and leveled Donny, sending him flying backward.
As Donny lay on the ground, staring up at the stars as he struggled to
get his breath back, he thought, `I sure hope Connor appreciates this.'
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Daniel
caressed Xavier with one hand and reached out to stroke Connor's cheek with the
other. Diego watched Daniel, a contented
smile on his face. Daniel thought, Now that we've got that out of the way,
we can finish this. Are you guys ready?
The
determined grins Daniel saw on the faces of his soulmates told him everything
he needed to know.
The end of SOULBOUND, Chapter Twenty-Three