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Title: KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Author: Robby a.k.a. Mr Naked
Rating: NC17/AU
Pairing: everyone and then some more
Disclaimer: I was smoking some really good stuff when I came up with this.
Betas: Hannelore_K

KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Part III – Just Like You Imagined

Chapter 34.

“What do you mean?” I whisper, almost choking.

I feel it inside me, a small flame ignited in my guts, growing bigger and bigger, burning my fibers, making my blood boil.

“What do you mean?” I repeat.

“Why the human form then?” Flake jumps with the question, as if he senses my anger, as if he knows by then what is to be next.

I almost push him aside, but his gesture stops me. It’s not too wise to piss off this guy; we might end up like Paul, Olli and Richard.

The guy looks at us with the most pure and innocent hazel eyes.

“Well…” He straightens his back and moves his shoulders as if he’s become numb after sitting there. He looks again at all of us, seeming to hesitate to answer. But then he makes up his mind and starts.

“Who are the worst monsters, other than the humans?” He asks and rests his chin on his palm, his face taking a meditative expression that seems unnatural for his now very young, boyish features. He barely seems over 20 years old now, and as he is running his fingers through his hair, his hair turns into short, black dreadlocks. “Aren’t the humans the only species that kill and torture and do wrong on purpose to those from their own species, and from other species? Aren’t the humans destroying their own place where they and others live? Do I have to start talking about each and every crime you do against your own kind?”

His tone is soft, a bit monotone; I can almost read pity in his voice. Pity for us.

It’s as if his words are this icy cold waterfall putting out my anger. I look right into those inquiring eyes, his face, with pale and childish features. He has now the appearance of a teenager angry at the world. He changes his position again, and brings his knees to his chest, resting his heels on the edge of the chair.

“I guess you feel too good about yourselves,” he starts again, on the same casual tone. “Living stuck in your little worlds, wrapping all these ugly things and realities in nice words and nice images… You know it’s ugly up there, but you don’t want to look. You want a monster shaped as a dragon, a beast to steal the sun…”

He turns to me.

“What would I do with a ball of plasma? Would make a nice toy, but that’s all.”

“Then, what was this all about?” I grumble stepping toward his chair. “You’ve played with us, tossing us from one world to another, just for your own amusement?”

He shakes his head slowly, but as his head moves his black dreadlocks grow, resembling serpents of Hell with dark, coal bodies. And his hair grows, covering his shoulders, sliding along his arms and over his chest, reminding me of the mermaid that sent me to the maps cabinet. Then he stops the movement and looks again at us, in silence. Outside, through the window, I see the world covered by billions and billions of locusts, devouring everything. I turn my attention back to the guy.

“What if all of these are just creations of your mind?” he whispers.

“Oh, stop fucking with our heads!” Richard snaps at him.

But the guy laughs. “You’re the animal in the cage. You’re dangerous, one shouldn’t get too close to you,” he tells to Richard.

“Listen, we’ve seen that nothing… I mean, most things here are a bit odd, but you can’t say that it’s all only our imagination,” Christoph says, on a soft tone.

“It doesn’t have to be the imagination of all of you,” the guy replies. “What if it’s my imagination, and you’re all trapped in here? Or, what if you have been inside this castle all along, just moving from one room to another?”

“The room of wonders,” I whisper. “Are we your new toys?” I growl feeling my irritation growing in me, again.

“I don’t know,” the guy sighs. “Are you?”

“This isn’t going anywhere!” Olli mutters.

“What do you know, then?” I ask him, taking one more step, to get right in front of him, my legs near his legs.

He looks up at my face, then he leans a bit forward. He covers his face with his palms, and then moves his hands upward, to run them over his hair; and as he does that, his appearance changes again. He is now a bit older than the boy before, his hair is longish, but only to his shoulders, and no more dreadlocks. His face wears again that expression of a spoiled brat’s, provoking.

“I know that you want out of here,” he answers and stands up slowly. “And it’s only me that knows how you can get out of here.”

“How can we get out of here, then?” I ask, fixing his eyes with my glare.

He is shorter than me; he has to lean his head backward so he can look at my face. But he does it, appearing totally unimpressed by my height; his body is so close to mine, that in that image in the back of my mind he appears more like a lover, almost about to stretch out his arms and place his hands on my shoulders, clinging onto me.

Where the fuck did this thought come from?

I shake my head and squint; I see that start of an arrogant smile crooking the corners of his lips. I can swear that it is him who’s putting these kinds of thoughts in my mind. His hazel, innocent, willing eyes keep my glance trapped into his glare. His lips part a bit, appearing fuller and inviting.

“On the highest peak there’s a gate,” his thoughts whisper into my mind.

It is as if I’m looking at two screens in the same time: there’s one angle from where I see myself, my body touched by his warm hands, checking my thighs and in between, the other – from the furthest corner of this room we’re in, a room barely lit, with green-grayish walls, floor and ceiling. I don’t want to feel his touch; I don’t want my flesh to react like this!

“But through that gate only five of you can escape,” his thoughts almost purr into my mind, and from my corner I see his hand cupping over my awakening member, as I feel the warmth of his palm through the fabric of my clothes.

“One of you has to die,” his thoughts add, as he is smiling at me; his hands travel further up, caressing my chest.

From my corner, I see my own hands placed gently on his wide shoulders, as his appearance changes again – I have in front of me this fit guy, with thick arms and worked-out body.

“An eye for an eye,” his thoughts continue, but I can barely realize what I am told, as I feel drugged by his touches, his warmth, and his hypnotic glance. I focus on telling myself that I don’t want this, that he’s stirring me against my will.

“One of you will remain here forever. Dead.”

I see my hands caressing his shoulders, his arms, and his broad chest.

“And you can leave this place only if I want to!”

His hand grabs my throat, pulling me over him; his mouth opens, next I feel his teeth over my lips. The me in the corner is telling me to fight this, but the me right in front of him opens my mouth to receive this kiss, as my arms bring him closer to my body. As I close my eyes, I feel the caressing touch of his long, bony fingers over my jaw line, on my face and going to the back of my head. The me in the corner is closing his eyes because he doesn’t want to see this – he is doing whatever he wants to you, you fool! You came here to kill him!

His hands sneak under my clothes, warm and fast snakes, his lips keep my mouth locked over his, as my arms don’t obey my mind’s command, but are squeezing him closer to me, my fingers clutching his flesh. And his hands with long, white, sturdy fingers, unzip my pants. His touch on my heated skin makes me wince first, but then my body succumbs to his caresses. The me in the corner is opening his eyes to see that guy kneeling in front of the me hypnotized by those caresses, that kiss and those eyes. Then, the me in the corner is turning to see why the others aren’t intervening, to stop this charade, but there’s no one else here. It is only the semi-darkness, the tall walls, along which there’s this dirty green water pouring from the ceiling, like a cascade.

The me in the corner is ordering my hands to push him away, but my fingers only run through his dark hair, as I feel the wet, warm touch of that tongue along the hardened and stiff flesh of my member. I know that he is going to do it, and I ignore the thoughts of the me in that corner, clenching my fingers on his shoulder and on the back of his head, pulling him toward my erect cock. His mouth wraps warm and wet around my member, he is sucking me and I just close my eyes to enjoy this. There’s nothing in this world, just me, with all my senses aroused, and his mouth, around my cock, the wet touches of his tongue. And I am there, so awake and so lucid, I’m there, in his mouth.

For a split of a second I open my eyes. I see the shades of his crouched silhouette, knelt, his very short hair and his broad shoulders – he is shirtless. And the skin on his shoulder blades moves, two dark, parallel lines appearing on it; the lines turn into some sort of bumps, then, slowly, two wings, giant dark feathered angel wings detach from his torso.

What are you doing, you fool? This voice yells inside my head. I open my eyes more, as if awakening from a spell.

“Get away from me!” I growl, and try to push him, but my hands, instead of pushing, grab his shoulders even more, clinging onto his flesh. He continues sucking me, undisturbed, as if he knows I can’t control my own body, that the more I want to get away from him, the more my hands bring him closer and closer to me. The more shocked I am by the sight of those dark angel wings, the more my body enjoys the pleasure as he sucks and licks me.

The others, where the fuck are the others? What did he do to them?

“Let me go!” I shout at him, and, for the first time, I manage to detach one of my hands off his shoulder. I grab the tip of one of his wings and pull hard.

He continues, though, oblivious to the fact that my other hand clutches over his throat. I want away, yet I want to finish; I’m about to explode. I squeeze his throat as hard as I can, but his lips and his tongue continue, and I can’t resist anymore, I have to succumb to that will more powerful than mine. Inside me there’s this demon who’s cage is getting smaller and smaller while the beast itself is growing bigger and bigger. And soon the demon will be free, breaking the cage, erupting from it to the endless sky. With one hand I pull his head toward me, as I thrust forcefully in his mouth. I feel his fingers tugging at the flesh on the back of my legs. Then both of my hands are on his throat, squishing it hard. I am a volcano, I’m all fire and pleasure; I’m spasm, and moans. And my hands tighten around that neck, squeezing it, and, while I’m releasing, twisting it.

The snap of breaking bones! That life sliding between my fingers like that body collapsing inert and dead at my feet! And my fingers, clutching and opening, like trying to grab and hold back that soul, to not let it fly to the heavens.

What the fuck did I do? All my thoughts yell at me inside my head, a deafening choir.

There’s no other me, in any of the four corners of the room with tall walls on which dirty green water pours slowly, in cascades. There’s only the me that looks at that lifeless body. First, I hesitate. I only stare at that silhouette, a fit man, not too tall, with very thick arms and broad shoulders. He could be anyone, with that worn out t-shirt, dark colored jeans and hiking boots. He could…

“Listen!”

I twist my head. I look stunned at him – Christoph is standing behind me. A bit further I see Richard as he slowly stands up from the floor. I turn to look at Flake. He seems he has heard something, but hasn’t figured out yet what it was. The sound of dead branches falling on a marble floor makes me twist my head again. Olli is free from his chair. And we’re in this wide, white room, invaded by light as three of its walls are made of huge windows separated only by thin and gracious marble-sculpted columns. Then, this thud of a body falling from a certain height, followed by a moan and curses, makes me turn again. Paul is free too. Richard goes to him and helps him stand up.

I look back at the body at my feet. An eye for an eye, he said, and I’m now starting to understand what he meant. He knew I was going to do that. He wanted me to.

“We should find the gate, if he didn’t lie about that,” I manage to force my mouth to pronounce. I don’t dare to look at the others, I look only at the dead guy. Then my glance travels to the tip of my feet, along my legs – my pants are zipped up and my clothes are ok.

I guess I killed someone. It wouldn’t be the first time. Why do I feel then as if from now on there’s going to be only an endless night inside my soul, that my heart is going to turn into a slice of ice, like a land where the Sun never rises ever again?

“Listen!”

~ To Be Continued ~
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