Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 10:30:30 EST
From: DivineGlow@aol.com
Subject: Under the Light 1

Hello everyone. Welcome to the obligatory disclaimer and random author
stuff section. I am not sure if we put this here cause we have to or cause
we want to. Either way here it is. Fair warning, this story does contain
some suggestive themes, situations, and/or acts. I highly recommend that if
you fear there is a possibility of this offending you, upsetting you,
exciting you in a strange and unusual manner, your parents walking in and
catching you reading this, or the laws in your area say otherwise to your
access of this material, please don't continue. Of course I am just the
author, what do I know? For those of you who haven't read all of Into the
Darkness yet, I highly recommend that you go and read that first. Sure you
could read this and enjoy it (I hope) but you would miss all the exciting
back-story that I allude to from time to time. And as always, a big thanks
to Zippy that incredible bookworm for all that great support he
gives. Anyways, on with the story.


Under the Light: Chapter 1


Time passes. It always has, always will. Time is one of those great
untouched concepts that man just cant seem to get to. Another constant,
with time comes change. Even in the span of a second, immeasurable change
occurs worldwide. Time and change. Ironically, they are two things that
never change. Not so ironically, they have both had an effect on
Rusty. Rusty made it through winter break to his amazement. He never
thought he would survive that time without his only friend. He spent days
at the small lake, wishing he could get closer than falling asleep under
the angel and dreaming of how things were. But now school was back in
swing, track season had started. The only activity Rusty took part in. He
just loved to run. He didn't mind if he had to run with others because he
knew as soon as the gun goes off, he was in his own world. A world where
all you see is the finish line and the blur of passing objects.

 But outside of that world, he kept everyone at arms distance as always. A
few people tried to get inside; they could see the pain sitting in his
eyes. Rusty just wanted to be left alone. While there was a deep pain
inside and he had a great desire to kill James, he kept himself in
check. Killing James out of anger would solve nothing. Besides, even though
he was a key figure in the war for control of reality, he still had to
learn things about the world and how it worked. Things he couldn't do in a
jail. He and James obviously avoided each other in the halls. Rusty often
wondered why James even bothered with school and then he realized it was a
great place to recruit. Considering James was one of the best players on
the football team, it wasn't far fetched to assume that he had most of the
team under his control in one way or another. And for that matter several
coaches or teachers or who knows? For that reason Rusty still kept a close
eye on James' activities and movements.

Rusty sometimes wished that Augustus hadn't brought to light his real
feelings, despite himself he couldn't help picture James orchestrating an
orgy with the football team as he sat in math class. He tried so hard to
restrain his feelings and his hormones, but sometimes they would break
through and he would fantasize. Most of the time he thought about Augustus
when he did but sometimes he would think about people in the school that he
thought was attractive. Guys on his track team, guys he had seen in the
halls, guys all over the place. He even dreamed about James a few times. He
just couldn't help it. He attributed the dreams about James to either the
Darkness or his desire to screw James in return for how he treated
Augustus. Rusty even thought it might be James still trying to influence
him.  But he had to admit ether way he was becoming more and more horny as
time went on. Were these feelings a blessing or a curse? He just couldn't
figure it out.

The bell rang, shaking Rusty from his thoughts. He packed his stuff up and
left the room bound for his next class. He stopped by the bathroom on the
way. He didn't really care if he was late, so he walked slow and took his
time to get there. Thus he didn't really move any faster when he heard the
bell ring as he undid his pants. After he was done relieving himself, he
casually zipped back up and walked out of the bathroom. The halls were
empty as he strode towards his metallurgy class that was across the school.

"Suck you little bitch." He heard as he passed another boys bathroom,
shaking Rusty from his thoughts. "You know you want to...... Everyone knows
about you. You aren't to good at hiding it." coming from inside.

His curiosity getting the best of him, he quietly opened the door and
walked inside, using his unique abilities to make his presence
undetected. He turned the corner and saw a large boy, about 6'2" standing
with his pants undone and around his ankles. In front of him was a smaller
boy that looked like a freshman. From where Rusty stood he couldn't see his
face at all. But from what he could see the small boy was wearing only a
pair of tight cutoff jean shorts and a white t-shirt. Rusty's eyes trailed
up and down the legs exposed by the shorts. There go his hormones again.

"If you don't suck me dry I will tell everyone I know how I caught you
jacking off in the locker room."

Rusty figured out who the smaller teen was immediately after that
statement. He knew he had seen those legs before. He was there that day. He
saw one of the most drop dead gorgeous teenagers beating off in the track
locker room not three days ago. While Rusty was taking a shower, apparently
the small boy had taken Rusty's jock strap out of his locker and rubbed it
on himself while he beat off. He even put it over his face and then beat
off until he came into his small locker. This all happened just as Rusty
was finishing his shower. Rusty, if nothing else, had become quite good at
sneaking around unnoticed. Because of this he was able to watch the whole
thing without fear of being spotted. Rusty's stiffy was way harder than
normal as he looked on. He knew the kid was hot for him. Rusty couldn't say
he minded too much but he had decided to err on the side of
discretion. Sure he could have walked in on the poor kid and given him a
heart attack. Had it been anyone else, Rusty would have. But this kid had
looked too innocent. Rusty had thought that he and the freshman were the
only ones in the locker room that day. It appeared that he was wrong. The
assailants voice caused Rusty to silently curse himself for his
flashback. He needed to pay attention. Sex was just on his mind way to much
now. He blamed the Darkness and James once again.

"I am going to count to five...one...two...three..." He stopped
counting. Apparently the freshman had given in. The older boy was facing
the far wall of the bathroom and he had his hands against the wall. Soon he
was putting his hips into it and was holding the freshman's head with one
hand as he pumped his hips and used his other hand to brace himself against
the wall. Rusty shook himself from the daze that watching this had put him
into and decided that he had seen enough and decided to take action. He
snuck up on both of them, a task that his still budding powers made
easier. As soon as the timing was right, Rusty grabbed the boy by the back
of the neck and pulled back, removing the taller boy's organ from the
smaller boy's mouth, then stepping forward again. This slammed the older
one's face into the wall.

"And just what the hell do you think you are doing you sick bastard?"

"I was just getting a little head. Geeze you can get some too. This kid
knows how to fssuck."

Rusty spun him around and looked into his eyes. After taking in his aura,
Rusty determined this guy was just another of James unwitting slaves. 'That
bastard! I am sick of running into his stupid minions.' Rusty placed a hand
on his forehead and there was a brief flash.

"Forget what you have done this day, and whatever it was that James did to
you. Your will is returned to you."

The boy only nodded and walked out of the bathroom. Rusty turned to face
the freshman.

"Are you ok?" The freshman jumped up and threw his arms around Rusty.

"You saved me. I thought for sure he would have his way with me, beat me up
and then tell everyone anyways." Rusty tried his hardest to constraint the
growth in his pants.

"You are very welcome." Rusty almost needed a crowbar to pry the kid away
from him, the whole time arguing with himself about how much he really
wanted the kid to hold on.

"Ooops. Guess I was a little over excited." The freshman backed away a few
steps as his face turned a near impossible shade of red. Rusty would have
swooned if he wasn't trying so hard to play it cool, as it was he couldn't
resist from taking a quick look up and down the teenager in front of
him. He was glad for the mirror shades he decided to pick up not too long
ago. The boy had bright blonde hair that was cut short and naturally spiked
a little bit.  His ears also had a little bit of spike to them. Not so
blatant a point, but that cute innocent type. He had a few freckles spotted
here and there and his lips were a nice shade of pink. From there down
Rusty couldn't see very much due to the baggy t-shirt that hung from him so
nicely but blocked all view from his mid thighs up. But he could see his
legs. You could tell he was a runner. While his legs we proportionate to
the rest of his smaller than average frame, they were incredibly defined,
most of the muscles being quite visible when he shifted his standing
position. And after he stopped moving they went back to the smooth pillars
of perfection that almost caused Rusty to drool. But what got Rusty the
most were the eyes, green. Rusty just couldn't figure out why every guy he
got attached to had to have beautiful green eyes. Rusty only took a few
seconds to look him over and had to stop himself from undressing him
mentally before the conversation continued.

"My name is Aslan." He extended his hand. Rusty took it and hoped they
weren't too sweaty.

"Rusty." He said with a smile.

"I know, we are on track together, except you are on varsity and I am on
JV." Aslan was still blushing heavily and not looking Rusty in the eyes.

"Yeah, I have seen you around a lot. You are a pretty good runner for your
age, if you keep it up you will go to state for sure."

"You really think so?" He perked up and looked him in the face, happy to
receive a compliment from the man of his dreams. He was ecstatic just to
touch Rusty's hand, let alone get to hug him. He spent almost all year
looking at him wishing for any contact, and just 20 seconds ago he finally
got to touch him. He couldn't wait to tell Fyn. He would be so jealous.

"Sure. Just need to work on a few things in your stride and do a whole lot
of conditioning and you will be set." Rusty had watched him run several
times when he went to the JV meets and could easily appraise him since they
were both sprinters.  Aslan looked away again.

"Do...uh...you think you... um...could... like...um..." He blushed even
more.

"I would be happy to help you."

Aslan smiled widely. "Thank you so much Mr. Rusty. You don't know how much
I appreciate this. I didn't think you would even bother to help a lowly
freshman." He was as giddy as a schoolboy, literally. Of course he was a
schoolboy..... literally.

Rusty listened for a few minutes as Aslan continued to ramble on, and
grinned to himself as a thought crossed his mind. He knew the kid had it
for him, but he wanted to see how badly. The look on Aslan's face was
priceless when Rusty reached out, pushed up one of his sleeves, gripped his
upper arm, and told him to flex. Aslan stopped in mid sentence and didn't
respond for a few moments. Rusty just looked him dead in the face and
waited, eventually Aslan flexed his arm. Rusty gave it a few squeezes and
noted the apparent lack of strength and thinness of his arm.

Aslan on the other hand was experiencing a practical euphoria. He could
have fallen over dead at that moment and he would have died happy. His
mouth hung open a bit as he stared blankly at Rusty who let his arm go.

"As a sprinter upper body strength is just as important us lower body
strength. Let me guess; when you go to the weight room, you focus on your
legs, don't you?" Aslan could only nod a yes in response. Rusty changed his
voice to a more powerful tone.

"Ok, meet me in the weight room right after school. Change into you track
stuff but don't worry about practice today. I will let the coach know that
we are working." And with that Rusty turned and headed to the door. When he
opened it he made the breeze a bit stronger than normal so his white coat
flared out behind him as he exited.

Aslan was left standing there wide eyed and wide mouthed in awe. After
about five minutes he slumped back against the wall and slid into a seated
position. He was grateful that his shirt covered the wet spot that had
quickly formed on the front of his shorts when Rusty grabbed his arm. But
he wasn't sure what he was going to do about the trail that showed in the
shorts on the inside of his right leg or the milky fluid that continued
flowing down his leg where the trail stopped for another two minutes. 'Is
this what love is?' He thought to himself.

Aslan flew into the locker room about 2 minutes after the bell rang to
signal the end of school.  He wasted no time in getting changed. He even
put his normal self-conscious feelings aside. He was always so frightened
about people seeing him while he changed that he usually waited till
everyone else had left the locker room, but today he quickly drooped his
boxers and put on his jock strap without a second thought. The only thing
he could think of was the chance to be around Rusty again. He tossed on a
pair of shorts that came down to his knees and a tank top. He was throwing
on his shoes when he heard a voice in the back of his head.

'Have a good practice today bro.'

'Oh I will.' Was the response Aslan produced in his mind.

'You seem to be excited. What's going on?

'Fyn, you absolutely aren't going to believe what happened to me.' Aslan
jumped up and left the locker room.

'Do tell.'

'You remember that walking monument to perfection I showed you?' Aslan
questioned as he flew down the several flights of stairs.

'You mean that gorgeous guy that used to wear all black?' The excitement
was apparent in Fyn's tone now as well.

'Yeah, him. Well he and I are having a private training session in the
weight room in about 45 seconds.'

'No kidding?!'

'I kid you not. I am just about to go in.' Aslan stopped around the corner
from the weight room.

'Would that happen to explain why I felt you cream yourself earlier'

'I couldn't help it; he grabbed my arm and told me to flex. I was just
relieved I didn't moan."

'Can I watch you guys work out?'

'I guess. But you have to hide.'

'Why?'

'Cause I said so, please don't ruin this for me.'

'Oh I get it.... You think he is...'

'Maybe... There is always a chance. Gosh, I hope he is. And even if he
isn't, I still get to see him workout and sweat and I just know he is going
to wear those shorts I love.'

'Kinda makes you wish we could read minds, doesn't it?'

'No joke. Ok. I am going to go in now. If you can find a safe place to
watch, go for it'

'Good luck and have fun'

Aslan took a few deep breaths to calm himself down so he wouldn't look so
excited. He tried his best to fix his shorts. He was thankful that his tank
top hung down far enough. If this kept up, he would have to buy a lot more
baggy shirts. With one last deep breath he walked into the room. To his
surprise he didn't see anyone at all. Not even a coach, who was required to
be there. He walked in and looked around. He checked the office and after
seeing nobody there he walked to the back of the room to see if Rusty was
in the stretching area. Nobody there either. Disappointment was quickly
setting in. He almost felt like he was going to start crying when the sound
of loud techno music startled him and caused him to jump. The music was
playing on the speakers spread throughout the room and Aslan knew the
controls for the sound system were in the office. He quickly dashed there
and saw Rusty standing in front of the stereo. Rusty was wearing exactly
what Aslan expected. It was his normal practice outfit; a white t-shirt
with the sleeves ripped off and a pair of short gray running shorts over
the top of longer white spandex shorts. Aslan had an obvious stutter when
he spoke.

"I didn't hear you come in. You scared the hell out of me."

"Sorry kid, I have a habit of doing that to people." For some reason, Aslan
loved the way Rusty called him 'kid'.

"Aslan, do me a favor and go close the door. It's locked so nobody will
bother us."

Aslan ran to the door, his mind reeling at the thought of being alone in a
locked room with the man of his dreams. And with no windows they had total
privacy. He turned around and found Rusty leaning on the bench press
waiting for him. Aslan jogged back over eagerly.

"Like I was saying Kid, arms are just as important to sprinting as legs
are. You have to work on both if you want to be good. How much do you
normally bench?" Aslan's face went back to that familiar color of red.

"I can do about ninety. A hundred on a good day." Aslan looked to the
ground in embarrassment. Rusty couldn't get over how cute Aslan was when he
blushed.

"Awww. Don't worry about it too much Kid; you still have a lot of time to
build your arms up. And that is exactly what we are going to do today. Put
a hundred on there"

Aslan loaded up the weight and got on the bench. He almost choked when he
realized that Rusty was going to spot for him. Panic set in all too
quickly. Aslan didn't show it, but he felt like he was about to have a
genuine heart attack right there. Rusty casually took his place on the
other side of the weight, trying his hardest to focus on watching Aslan's
technique and not the front of his shorts. From where Aslan was, he had a
partially obstructed view of what had been the object of many
dreams. Rusty's crotch was neatly sculpted by the spandex shorts. And even
as Aslan began his struggle with the weight his eyes and thoughts remained
focused on the slightly hidden treasure. In spite of his best efforts, he
couldn't do any more than 4 lifts of the weight due to his lack of
concentration.

"Wow, you don't do this exercise often at all. Your technique is horrid. No
offense." Rusty helped Aslan set the weight down. Aslan sat up and was
breathing quite heavily for several reasons. When he finally managed catch
his breath, he turned a saw that Rusty was adding weight. When he was
finished it equaled about two hundred and ten pounds resting on the bar.

"Alright, I want you to watch me and pay attention to how I hold my
arms. Spot for me please." Rusty took up his position on the bench and
closed his eyes. Aslan moved to spot as asked. He grabbed a firm hold on
the weight and after a moment of concentration, he lifted it with little
effort. Aslan was nothing short of amazed. He watched as Rusty lifted the
weight time after time. And each time was as quick as the last with no sign
of fatigue. His observation of Rusty was broken by a voice in the back of
his head.

'Hey Bro? How is it going?'

'We just got started. I made a fool out of myself already.'

'How did you manage that?'

'I was so busy looking up his shorts that I just couldn't lift the weight.'

'Don't worry, I wont laugh until later. You wanna do me a favor?'

'What's that?'

'The door is locked. I cant get in'

'I forgot about that. Hold on a sec.'

Aslan's eyes never stopped watching Rusty during the conversation, although
his mind was occupied. Rusty still had his eyes closed. Aslan leaned his
head a bit to his left so he could see the door around some equipment. He
stared at the lock for a brief moment and the lock slowly moved into the
unlocked position. Aslan went back to watching Rusty.

'Lock it back when you come in, Fyn.'

Fyn slipped in and shut the door behind him, locking it. He quickly moved
behind some equipment where he would be difficult to see and watched the
other two.

'Damn Bro. He is a powerhouse. You sure know how to pick `em.'

'I didn't this time, he picked me.'

'You really think he is gay?'

'Been praying since I first saw him. Especially since he was always with
that other guy.'

'I remember him. He was cute too.'

"Yeah and he was lucky enough to always be around Rus....' Rusty's voice
startled Aslan.

"So you see how that's done?"

"Uh...uh...Yes sir, Mr. Rusty."

"Relax man. I am not a coach, Rusty is just fine. I think you need to
stretch and loosen up. It will help."

Aslan started walking over to the open stretching area with Rusty behind
him. Fyn had moved along with the two, doing his best to stay hidden. Rusty
couldn't help looking at the youths rear. Why was he messing with this kid
so much? He knew he had more important issues to worry about other than how
best to get those shorts off. One thing was for sure; he enjoyed the
game. He had never really flirted before with anyone. Maybe a few times
back in middle school, but not much. And not with his own gender, but in
comparison, it was much easier with his own gender. He had Aslan totally
and he knew it. He could say 'Jump' and he knew that Aslan, after
stuttering, would say 'How high?'. He had to be careful. He didn't want to
abuse the influence he was having, he was just being a teenager for a
change. Maybe Augustus was right. Maybe he did deserve that much. For some
reason he just really wanted someone to cuddle with. He couldn't believe he
wanted to 'cuddle'.

They reached the stretching area and Aslan began doing his normal
stretching routine with Rusty watching. After a few stretches Rusty moved
in behind the younger teen and helped by pushing him a bit farther past his
normal stretching range.

"It usually helps if you have someone do this every time you stretch. It
will help you stretch farther and really loosen you up more."

Aslan once again felt euphoria with Rusty's hands on his back. He tried to
be a bit more daring. Aslan waited till he was sitting with his legs
straight out in front of him. Rusty got one on knee behind him and pushed
with his hands as the young one tried to touch his toes. Aslan gave enough
resistance to Rusty so that he would compensate with more force. This
caused Rusty's front to press against Aslan's back. As soon as Aslan felt
the contact he stopped giving resistance and shifted slightly so that the
two rubbed together for a small moment. Aslan knew he felt hard nipples and
he loved it. Rusty had to hold back a shudder when that happened. Rusty
smiled. The kid was going to play the game as well.

Aslan finished the stretch and sat back before standing up. As he stood, a
finger on his left hand just "happened" to catch on the bottom of Rusty's
shirt lifting it with him. Aslan pretended to be shocked and spun around to
apologize just in time to catch a wonderful view of Rusty's defined
chest. Rusty stood with him and wondered how the left leg of his shorts had
managed to stay slid up.

'Nice one bro. Had a feeling you would do that. So I managed to roll up one
side of his shorts. I think I have some good news for you.' Fyn thought
from his hiding spot.

'Was he...'

'Like a rock. Showed through the spandex in a way you would have to see to
believe.'

'If I get my way, I will soon.'

They continued to work out, but now Aslan was playing the game just as much
as Rusty. Aslan had the slight advantage of having Fyn for an extra set of
eyes so it turned into a giant flirting match in short time. Soon it became
a game of one-upmanship. Both trying to out do the other yet still keep it
"clean". They did still both get a workout and by the end Aslan was
positive he would be quite sore the next day.

Rusty, on the other hand, managed to walk away as the winner of the
contest. After finishing his last set of squats, Rusty gave Aslan no time
to back out of the squatting position before bending over to put the weight
down. The end result was Aslan's permanently hard equipment landing right
between Rusty's cheeks for a fleeting second before Rusty stood back
up. For some odd reason, Rusty thought he heard two muffled moans. He held
back his smile.

"Good work Kid. Let me know if you ever need help with another workout."
And yet again with out much of a goodbye or anything, Rusty walked out of
the room, shutting the door behind him. Aslan stayed where he stood,
staring into space for a minute or two, then he moved over to sit next to
his brother.

"Aslan?"

"Yes Fyn?"

"This is weird. This has never happened before."

"What hasn't happened before?"

"We could always share feelings, but never once have we shared an
orgasm. Not one. Unless you know something I don't." Aslan looked down at
his brother's crotch and saw a definite wet spot right above what was still
a tented area in the jeans.

"I think you are right. What the hell is going on?"

"I am not sure, all I know is that watching you two like that got me just
about as horny as I have ever been in my entire life." Fyn finally moved
and looked at his brother.

"You think you got horny. You weren't the one who had to spot his squats,
bad as that sounds. My God, he doesn't even have love handles." Aslan
returned his brothers look. They stared at each other for what seemed like
ages and neither of them noticed they were coming closer and closer until
their lips met. They almost had opened their lips before they both jumped
back.

"What the hell is happening to us Fyn?!?!"

"I don't know. I am not even sure if I like it or not."

"Its his fault. It has to be."

Silence.

"You know what this means don't you Fyn?"

"Yes. He has to be ours. He just has to be."

"Thank goodness you are such good friends with the principals secretary."

"Yep, I know right where the student directory is. But are we going to do
this tonight?"

"Fyn, if I don't have him tonight, I wouldn't sleep on my stomach if I were
you."

The two stood up, did their best to camouflage their discharge, and made a
beeline for the main office like holy crusaders on a mission from God.


Ok. There you have it. Back into full swing again I hope. Any thoughts,
feelings, likes, dislikes, random ramblings, or dramatic rants that you
should feel the need to let go, e-mail them to me at DivineGlow@aol.com. I
love hearing from you peoples. Hell, I don't even care if you flame me.
Send it if you feel the need. Geeze, do I sound desperate or what?