Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2016 08:00:39 +0300
From: kalrouthstory@gmx.com
Subject: An alliance for tomorrow chapter 4 ( science fiction / fantasy )

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Chapter 4: Vadim
Vadim opened his eyes.

Before him stood a man of 20 with blond hair buzzed short to his head and
deep brown eyes.  His chest is modestly sculpted from years of swimming in
the icy waters of the west. A light smattering of hair surrounds his
nipples and a trail of hair travels from his navel to his manhood. He
heaves desperately trying to catch his breath and leans against the cum
stained glass while clutching his pulsating cock with the other. He smiles
broadly impressed with the thickness and load he's shot, his copious load
partially obscuring his own reflection. Closing his eyes, Vadim squeezes
the last of his seed out.

As Vadim composed himself he looked at his reflection once more. 'I don't
know what came over me,' he thought. 'I was suddenly so incredibly
horny. This keeps happening. These waves of intense arousal.'

Of course, this wasn't the first time Vadim was overtaken by emotion. As an
empath, he was accustomed to feeling others pain, grief, joy, fear, and
rage. Empathy is the first gift of Vadim's people, those who reside in the
frozen wasteland of Vlenova. All children learn to 'feel' before they are
taught the advanced skills. Of course, some never move beyond the first.

A commotion at his front door shook the empath from his reverie. Quickly,
Vadim scrambled for some semblance of clothing and managed only to grab a
face towel to wrap immodestly around his still tumescent organ.

"Gooood morning, Vadim,"called Dimitri, Vadim's younger brother, or at
least, the closet thing he had to a brother.  The door leading to the outer
room of his small home burst open as the eager lad bounded into the
room. Dimitri stopped short when he saw Vadim in his current state of
undress. "Woah, bro! What have you been up to? Feeling frisky this morning
I see, hehe."

"I don't know what your talking about. I just couldn't find a towel for my
morning shower.  That's all," Vadim weakly attempted even as his cock began
to peak around the edges of the skimpy washcloth.

"Puh-lease. It's not like I haven't seen it before anyway. Just cut the
innocent act. Your mirror is covered in incriminating evidence
anyway. You're not fooling anyone. Besides," the younger said wagging his
eyebrows seductively, "I think it's hot. I just wish I would have come
sooner and maybe joined in."

Vadim blushed furiously. He had often thought it would be fun to mess
around with his kid brother, 'we're not even flesh and blood' he often
reasoned. Plus the idea of sleeping with with brother just seemed equal
parts taboo and hot. He'd thought about the things he would do to the young
man. Thought about how nice it would be to kiss those full lips. Then
gently bite them as he tweaked the boy's nipple and heard him moan into his
mouth.  Thought about removing his shirt to reveal his pale alabaster chest
and kiss his way down his flat seventeen year old stomach, to unfasten his
pants and nuzzle his barely legal cock, to get the first taste of his
precum, and to envelope him into his mouth. Vadim thought about how nice it
would be to give his bro his first rim job, to part his legs and slowly
drag his tongue across that pink pucker and listen to the elicited squeals
of delight. He thought of how that tight ring of muscle would feel as the
death grip was finally released and they boy's cherry yielded to the
onslaught of his thick seven incher. The look of panic, pain, and pleasure
that ...

"Dude! You are totally eye raping me right now!"

"Huh!" Vadim blinked, suddenly brought back to the present. He looks down
and sees the towel hasn't a chance a snowballs chance in Batúr of hiding
his massive erection.

"I am so, so sorry Dimitri. I don't know what's come over me lately. I've
just been so horny all the time."

Dimitri unexpectedly stepped right up to Vadim, snatched away his towel,
and grasped his dick firmly. "I don't know what gave you the impression you
have to apologize. I've always wanted you to be my first. If your tongue
can do to me the things you seem to think it can, I'm yours anytime you
want me. Except right now," giving the leaking cock in his hand a final
squeeze Dimitri let go. "Today is the opening rounds of local tournament. I
thought you wanted to scope out our competition."

Panicked, Vadim looked at his clock and saw the first match started in
twenty minutes. He spent the next five minutes dashing around his small
apartment, throwing on some clothes while putting up with his lil' bros
light hearted pokes.

While they walked to the arena, Vadim was lost in thought. It's not often
he's succumbed to the powers of the second gift, telepathy. He liked to
think of his mind as a steal trap, but seeing Dimitri and so soon after a
highly sexual moment, seemed to have weakened his usually impregnable
defenses.  Dimitri was strong with the second gift, but Vadim was stronger;
he just never let on his true ability, at least not to anyone other than
his best friend. They arrived at the arena during the first match. Annoyed
that he was late, and forced to wait outside the entrance until the
conclusion of the match, the young Vlenovian shifted his focus to the
importance of the tournament and what it could mean to his future.

It was about two weeks ago now when the Wise One returned from her
emergency council meeting and informed the people of this tournament. She
hinted that winning it would mean representing their people in grasslands
and would elevate their station before the eyes of all of Vlenova. For a
poor orphan like Vadim, this means more than mere wealth or prestige, it
means recognition, recognition as a person, as a member of their society,
and it would open the door for future opportunities. He needed this. And
that's why he would win. Because this tournament was more than a
contest. It was life.

Applause broke out from within the arena, bringing a contemplative Vadim
back to the present.  "Let's go check out the competition," he said to
Dimitri as they entered the arena.


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Within minutes, Vadim was bored. By the time the first match was over, he
was daydreaming.  By the finish of the third match, he was actually
asleep. Dimitri shook him when it was all over; "The best and brightest of
our proud land isn't enough to capture your attention, I see."

"If that's the best and the brightest," quipped the blond empath, "then I
have nothing to fear."

His friend rolled his eyes, "Come on hotshot. Let's go back to your place
and start what we finished this morning before my mother remembers she has
a son and thinks to worry about me."

The two virile young men trudged through the snow back to Vadim's modest
dwelling. While Vadim fumbled through his coat looking for his keys, his
dark haired companion hugged him from behind and pulled him into his
chest. "I've waited so long for this, my friend. I'm so ready for you to be
my first. Just promise me you'll be gentle."

Vadim looked into Dimitri's dark puppy dog eyes and whispered. "Yes. For
you, anything. I will make this first time something you never will
forget."  And the two joined in a kiss. A slow, passionate, exploration of
each other. The first time they shared anything more than the familiar
embrace of friends. The first real kiss Dimitri ever experienced. It lasted
what seemed forever. When their lips parted, Dimitri bit his bottom lip and
looked up at his friend, his lover, "I'm ready. Make me a man. Make me
yours."

Vadim grasped Dimitri by the nape of his neck and pulled him in to him. He
was unaware of the snow begin to drift around them. Unaware of the cold
permeating his boots. Unaware of the sun beginning to set. And unaware of
Dimitri's mother, Alexandra, who had walked up on them.

"Ahem," she cleared her throat.

"Mama! I, I didn't ...," started the blushing boy.

"You didn't is right," she said to her embarrassed son. "Just because
you're of age now, doesn't mean you can start humping each other like
wolves on a full moon. And certainly not in public; you could at least have
the decorum to take your affair into a house where passerbys can't see."
Her son hung his head in shame.  "Go home. Whatever this would have been
will have to wait until next time.  As it is, I came here to speak to Vadim
about a pressing matter."

"Oh!" perked up her son, "what press..."

"Never you mind. That's adult business and we've already established that
you blew you chance at manhood today. Off with you."

"But mama..."

"Off with you I say!"

Vadim smiled as he watched his best friend scamper off under the
authoritative gaze of his mother. "Wipe that silly grin off your face,"!she
barked. "You, too, should be ashamed for your gross lack of manners. Now,
grant me permission to enter your home, so I might tell you that which has
brought me here in the first place."  With a deep bow, the chastised youth
welcomed Alexandra into his home.

"May I offer you some refreshment? I don't have much, but you are welcome
to share what I have."

Nodding curtly, the older women asked for some tea, but told the boy not to
make a fuss. Her urgent need is what brings her here after all, not his
paltry attempts at hospitality.

"I've come to warn you boy. Warn you that entering the tournament will be
both life changing and perilous.  It's not all fun and games, you know. You
have a choice. One you have to make now. Do you wish to live a long life
here in squalor?  You can be happy, yet poor. Or you can chose another
path. I'm sure my Dimitri would spend his days with you. I'm sure you would
make him very happy. You are a good boy. A strong boy. With talents you do
not yet comprehend. But I warn you. If you begin to tap into this strength,
if you seek a life of more than you have now, you paint a target on your
back. You make yourself an enemy of the powers that be. An enemy of the one
who killed your mother."

Vadim blinked confused. "Killed my mother? But I was always told she was a
pauper who died in labour... Is this not so?  You, yourself, have told me
stories of her laziness, of her lack of ambition, of her ..."

"Lies, boy. Lies. All of them to protect you. To protect you from the one
thing that would have spelled your doom as an infant. As a child. The thing
that threatens you life span and happiness this very day."

"What could possibly be so horrible," said the disbelieving young man, "so
wretched that you felt it necessary to lie to child about his mother? About
his identity?"

Alexandra sighed heavily, "the truth, Vadim. The truth which condemns you
to death rather than setting you free. The truth about your mother. Your
legacy. You know you are different.  You have always known it."  She paused
for effect. "You know no Vlenovian since the dawn of time has worn blonde
hair. You know," she paused again. "You know you are taller and stronger
than all of the boys in your class. You know." A longer pause this time,
and rather than speaking aloud, she spoke within his mind. 'You know you
have powers beyond that of a mere empath.  Beyond what you claim. You know
you are a telepath and, for all I know,maybe more. You know the second gift
is strong within your grasp and unless I'm very much mistaken you possess
the third gift as well, manipulation - the power to impose your will on
others; to make them feel what you want them to feel; to do what you want
them to do; to see and say whatever comes to your mind.  I believe you have
this power, whether you've tapped into it yet or not. I believe you have
this power, because your mother was the last person in a hundred years to
possess the third gift and you, as her only son, will need it to right the
wrongs of our people. To save us from ourselves.'

'Wait,' thought Vadim, 'the only person to possess the third gift was the
last Wise One.  Murdered while pregnant in the street of Vlenova. The only
violent crime on the books in a thousand years. The only unsolved case in
the police department's files. Are you saying the Wise One, Anastasia the
Mystic, was my mother?'

'Yes'

'How have you come to know so much?'

'I know because she was my sister. I know because you are my nephew. I know
because I took her body from the streets and bore you into the world. I
know because I begged the police chief to stage my own death and allow me
to disappear into the slums, posing as a poor widow, helping a poor urchin
and raising her own son. Because I have the gift of sight, a rare ability
of the second gift, I know that the current Wise One spilled your mother's
blood on the snow covered streets in an attempt to seize power. I know when
you enter the tournament you will gain her attention and she will perceive
you as a threat. I know when your prowess becomes potent she will begin to
plot your end. But I know, you will, in the end, be the tipping point in
what will eventually reshape the future of Vlenova.'

'I know it's a lot to take in," she continued as the young man's gaze
drifted, 'Sleep on it. Think about what you really want: personal
happiness, or the salvation of your people. Either way the choice is
yours. I only ask one thing.'

Vadim looked up from the spot on the floor he had been staring at; she
stood walked to the door, opened it and gave him a last look as she finally
spoke aloud again, before taking her leave, "if you chose our people first,
you MUST let go of my son. Do not let him be destroyed with you. He had a
part to play in our future as well. You may love him. You may lay with him.
You may make him a man. But then, you must let him go, no matter how
desperately he clings to you. If you love him, you must leave him."

And she was gone.

The young man sat there dumbfounded. Confused. Hurt. Forlorn. Angry. He was
an empath who was unsure of how exactly he felt.  The man rose and walked
into his bed chamber. Dazed, he strips off his clothes and crosses the
small room. He looks into his mirror. Before him stood a man of 20 with
blond hair buzzed short to his head and deep brown eyes. His chest is
modestly sculpted from years of swimming in the icy waters of the west. A
light smattering of hair surrounds his nipples and a trail of hair travels
from his navel to his manhood.

Vadim closed his eyes

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