While the data was incomplete, what it showed was that Jeremy's
expression of his 'Other' trait was being inhibited/blocked by some means.
As Travis romantically put it Jeremy was a butterfly trapped as a
caterpillar. It was two weeks before Jeremy recovered from his experience
and another week before Travis had the courage to see him again. He knew
that Jeremy would ask questions. He just didn't know if he wanted to
answer them. In the end though, he steeled himself and went in for a
'Are you feeling better?'
'Yes, but I still have nightmares.'
'I'm sorry, that's my fault.'
'How can it be your fault?'
'The rats, I bet the nightmares are of rats.'
'Yes and of other things.'
'I should have moved them or killed them before your test, I'm
'What... what are they?'
'They were... they were genetic experiments in T talent.' Travis
replied, not telling the whole truth. The truth was that they were
attempts to create Others
'I didn't know T talent genes could cause such mutations.'
'Neither did we but strange genes can do strange things.'
'I hope you don't hate me for what happened.'
'No, I just got scared that's all.' Jeremy didn't add that Travis
was now one of the things he was scared of.
'Jeremy, I would never do anything to purposely hurt you.'
'Well I better get going, take care of yourself. I'll see you
As he left the room Travis knew that Jeremy was now scared of him.
What he didn't know was that Jeremy was also scared of himself.'
The Club was an imposing building made up of a giant central building
flanked by five towers, one for each of the Group of Five. It was the
closest thing to a world capital building for it was here that the five
made their deals between each other. It was also here that all the
benefits of the five could be found. The best in technology, medical care,
luxuries, and 'services' were provided to its members. Therefore it was of
no surprise that it was here that Russ Steward was sent to recover from his
Jacob had stayed with Russ for the past year, helping the poor man
recover. It was not easy. Russ was a clingy sort of person and gave Jacob
little time alone. It was this reason that Jacob never told Russ about
Scott. He feared the jealously that might erupt. It was therefore with
great surprise when he opened the mail and found the Christmas card sent by
Russ's brother Hal. It had a photo of Hal surrounded by his interns,
including the boy he had raised, Scott. He couldn't hold back his emotions
and tears ran down his face.
Russ at the time was in the middle of another therapy secession
trying to convince his shrink that now was the time to ask Jacob to marry
him. Neither side was getting anywhere when Russ's felt the emotional
spike coming from his Tor.
'I have to go.' He said as he stood up from the couch
'Our time is not up yet, what's wrong?'
'Jacob is hurting, I have to go.'
'Is he in danger?'
'No, but I feel that he's sad.'
'Then I think that you should give him some space.'
'I can't he might need me!'
'Russ, we've had this discussion before, you need to give Jacob some
'No but's now lay back down.'
'Sorry, I can't. Bye.'
'Ugh! Why did I get stuck with this guy?' The psychologist moaned
after Russ had dashed out of his office. He was tempted to call Jacob and
warn him that Russ was coming but feared that would break confidentiality
but then he remembered that Russ left without scheduling an appointment and
so made his call.'
'Hello Russ?' The doctor asked when Jacob answered the phone.
'No... sniffle... This is Jacob Patrick, Russ is not here right now.'
'Oh, this is Dr. Cotton, tell him that he left without making an
'Oh...OH, ok thank you doctor I'll be sure to tell him, thanks
'No problem, you take care now.'
'I will, bye.'
Getting the jist of the doctor's message Jacob quickly jumped into
the shower and turned on the hot water. Being paled skinned, crying always
made his face blotchy, a hot shower would turn him a nice pink and hide the
fact he'd been upset. When he stepped out of the shower he saw Russ
sitting on the floor looking at him attentively.
'Are you all right Jacob?'
'Yes Russ I'm fine, I just let the water get too hot.'
'I better get a plumber, that's the third time that's happened.'
'It's all right Russ.'
'I love you Jacob.'
'I know Russ.'
'Won't you tell me that you love me?'
'Russ, I'm your Tor of course I care about you.'
'But you don't love me.'
'Not the way you want. We've discussed this.'
'Because I don't feel that way about you. Russ, you were hurt, very
badly when I came. I offered myself to help you recover. It was not love;
it was concern. I'm your Tor, not your lover. You need to see that and
look for what you want elsewhere.'
'You want to leave me?'
'No, what kind of Tor would I be if I did that. You just need to
find a boyfriend, that all.'
'Ok.' Russ said as if he understood but really didn't.
'I think I have an idea, lets spend Christmas at your brother's. He
is always inviting us to his parties. I think we should go.'
'I don't know?'
'It'll be fun.'
'Hey aren't you always telling me you're a better wrestler then your
brother. I'd like to see you in action.'
'All right I guess we'll go.'
Jacob smiled but knew that Russ would try to find a way out of it.
Ever since he had entered the Club he had not once walked past its doors.
It had become a prison for Russ just as his dependence on Jacob was a
prison of sorts. Jacob just hoped he could talk Russ into letting him go
Today was the day Scott was going to visit Chuck's apartment for the
first time in preparation for the move. The couple of months they had
lived together at Scott's apartment had shown that they could become a
family unit. The kids loved Chuck as their new uncle. He was their
playmate and confidant when it came to things they were too embarrassed to
ask their father or uncle Ryan about. Scott even included Chuck in the
bedtime stories he gave to the kids. Together they would act out the
different characters in the book making the stories more interesting but
harder to put the kids to sleep so after the story they would sing
lullabies until they fell asleep.
At work, Chuck and Scott were now recognized as a couple and a cute
couple at that. While they never repeated their sex in the office stunt
they were often seen in each other's arms in some quite corner of the
building. Rumors of marriage were in the air, which added a festive mood
to the daily office routine.
The first thing about Chuck apartment that impressed Scott was its
size. Having lived most of his life in a one-room cabin, Chuck's place was
like a palace. Most of the apartment was made up of one large room
containing the living, dinning, den, study, breakfast, and kitchen areas.
The only separate rooms were the five bedrooms, library, and
bathrooms. When they entered, They were greeted by Chuck's First and
another man that Chuck served as Tor for.
'So this is the man that stole my Tor's heart! He's cute.' The
First, Drew, grinned.
'Things have been so dull since he moved in with you.' The other,
'Its good to finally meet the two of you.'
'Show me your arm.' Adam asked.
'I want to see your mark.'
'Oh, I don't have a Tor.'
'You don't? And you're not someone else's Tor.'
'Nope. I was Ryan's but I transferred it over to Alex'
'Well I guess we'll have to change that!'
'But you already have a Tor.'
'I know but if you and Travis ever get bonded, you'll become our Tor
'Wow, I didn't know that.'
'How could you not?'
'That's enough Adam. Scott is not from around here and I want to be
the one to teach him.'
'So is lunch ready?' Travis said to change the subject.
'Almost, you can give him the tour while Adam and I finish up. It
should be ready when you're done.'
'Great, ...this way Scott.'
When they were walking down the hall and out of site of the others
Chuck grabbed Scott around the waist to give him a hug. 'They like you.'
'They seemed to.' Scott agreed.
'Hey, they really do, I should know not just being their Tor, I've
known these guys back when we were in school together during the plague.
They like you and Adam wants you.'
'So that is what it was about.'
'Yeah, Adam wants you to fuck him.'
'I've never, we've never fucked.'
'I know, I've been saving it for something special.'
'Such as.' Scott said coyly as he snuggled next to Chuck.
'Our wedding night.'
'Is this a proposal?'
'Well is wasn't the one I'm still planning to give but yeah.'
'Then I'll save saying yes for your big production.'
'You mean it!'
'Yes, I do.'
'Uhm... Let me show you the bedroom.'
'That might be a good idea.'
Chuck pulled Scott into the next room and closed the door. 'I hope
you like big beds.'
'Wow.' Scott thought as he saw what lay before him. The bed was low
to the ground, encased in an open wooden oak box like a futon. This though
was not what was surprising what was, was the shear size of the bed. It
was like four king size beds put together in a giant square. Pillows were
lined along the edge of the bed and a stack of white quilts was located in
the center. 'I guess there's plenty of room to roll around.'
'Haha, actually this is the community bed.'
'Yes, while everyone has their own bedroom, most of the time we all
'Well, most company men are like military men in that they are
animorphs, pack mentality. And just like a group of puppies we tend to
sleep cuddled together. Only on a rare occasion do things turn sexual and
most of the time we go to one of the private bedrooms to do it.'
'I see, but I didn't know you were an animorph.'
'I'm not, I'm like you an empath, which is better. An animorph you
can say is an empath want a be. Not that it's bad but it's not the same.
That's why nearly all empaths are the Tor or First in a pack.
'What will we be?'
'We, we will be bonded, a relationship closer then that between Tor
'I think I would like that.' Scott said as he spread himself out on
the bed while popping off his shoes.'
'Oh god you're beautiful.' Chuck sighed before he climbed on top of
Scott. Soon they were both in their favorite state, naked and in each
other's arms. Pre-cum smeared both of their bellies, helping their dicks
rub against each other's bodies. Chuck lay on top swinging his hips side
to side causing his dick to move like a windshield washer across Scott's
stomach. Scott thrust his hips forward, fucking Chuck's balls as they lay
just below the head of his dick. Finally submitting to lust, and loving
the feel of Chuck's flat ass, Scott began inserting a finger into the damp,
'Oh yes, sir can I have another.' Chuck joked.
'I didn't know we were playing slave and master. Didn't know you
were into that sort of stuff.'
'I'm not, I'm just playing with you but I'll call you sir for the
rest of the day if you add another finger into my ass.'
'No need, I'll give it to you for free.' Scott said right before he
added the next finger.
'Oh yeah man that's it now spread them apart and stretch my hole.'
'Alright but I thought you were a top.'
'I lied. I'm really a nelly bottom.'
'No you're not.'
'Yeah, but I am for you, now no more talking. It's interfering with
some good sex.'
'MmmMmm,' Scott hummed with his mouth closed.
'I'll take that as a yes now swirl those fingers of yours while I
turn around, I want that cock of yours in my mouth.'
The two were soon 69 each other, their second favorite position.
When they finally hit orgasm both increased the intensity of their sucking,
taking in all of each other's precious seed. They then spent several
minuets just licking each other's groins like cats washing each other.
They had almost fallen asleep when Drew's voice came calling from behind
'Would you like me to keep lunch warm while the two of you rest up?'
'You hungry?' Chuck asked as he moved to face Scott.
'Yeah sure, I guess sex gave me an appetite.'
'We'll be right out, keep the oil hot!' Chuck shouted as he handed
Scott a bathrobe.
'Yeah I hope you like fondue, Drew is a great Swiss chef.'
'Never had it before.'
'Good, you'll like it, it's fun and it'll allow me to feed you
Another couple was facing the issue of feeding. Kyle had been
without 'A' quality blood for some time. The scientists had limited his
feeding to once a week. This made Kyle look at Saul as if he were a high
priced steak house. But even with this temptation, Kyle did not press
himself on Saul. The scientists did that for him.
Everything started out normal, each had their own set of day cloths
and sleepwear consisting of a sweats, t-shirts and white boxers. They both
had their own bed with several thick sheets to keep warm in but slowly and
surely the scientists began removing items. When Saul and Kyle had gone in
for another round of tests they found that all their sweat pants and shirts
had disappeared. All they had left were the white t-shirts and boxers,
which were both a size too small now. Kyle just took it all in stride but
Saul became very angry and suspicions. In part because he hated tight
cloths but mostly because he could no longer hide his half hard-on when he
saw Kyle dressed in a similar manner with his pecs showing like some of the
muscled action figures Saul had as a kid. Kyle though was merciful on Saul
and did not make fun of his roommate's predicament.
Rightly fearing that more things would disappear, Saul began hiding
some of his cloths under the bed mattress when the lights were out. It was
therefore a great shock when Saul returned to the room to find his whole
bed was now gone.
'I guess they want us in the same bed now.' Kyle grinned when he
also entered the room.
'I'll be sleeping on the floor, thank you.' Saul muttered.
'Oh no you won't!' Kyle said in frustration. 'Don't you see what
they're doing, they will continue to make things worse for us until we
sleep together. No offense but I can think of a lot worse things they can
do to us besides making us share a bed.'
'I know that's what they're planning but I'm not willing to admit
'You're not willing to admit you have the hots for me is what it is.'
'I'm still a married man.'
'Saul, you're being delusional. You're officially dead from a legal
perspective. As far as the world is concerned you have already parted so
the 'till death do us part' bit no longer holds.'
'No buts! Even if you escaped here from what you have told me your
wife hates vampires and telepaths more then you do! Do you think she'll
take Mr. Blue Eyes back!'
That last comment crossed the line and both of them knew it. As soon
as he said it Kyle raised his hand to block the punch he knew was coming,
and come it did. When Kyle awoke he was in bed, the air outside the sheets
freezing, the temp. in the room had definitely dropped a good twenty
degrees another tactic the scientists were using to force the two together.
The room was in complete darkness so Kyle could not see Saul but he did
feel a warm body next to him in bed. Kyle had to resist the temptation to
reach out and hug the dumb lug. He knew that Saul was sorting out a lot of
feelings right now and didn't need him complicating them...yet.
'A minor set back.' The senior scientist noted. 'Maybe if we cut
off his food supply he will be more willing.'
'I don't know that could take time and it might damage the
specimens.' The junior researcher disagreed.
'We need results and I am certain that staving him will get it.' He
'Yes sir then I will make the changes needed.'
'Good, and never disagree with me again or I will have you sent to
'Yes sir, sorry sir.'
Carl was finally free. After months of planning he had gotten his
father Gordon to let him go. He was now the head representative for
Gen-Corp at the Club and therefore its commanding supervisor. The United
Nations of the five corporations, Gen-Corp was the head of the Club and
therefore had the highest and most extravagant of the five towers that made
it up. The whole complex was a giant replica of GenCorp's headquarters in
Texas except for the lack of a central tower. Besides being a place for
the group of five to meet, it was also was like a real club. It had
exercise facilities, a large common one and separate ones for each corp, a
hospital, several cafs, bars and restaurants, condos and hotels, and
dance clubs. It was its central focus on pleasure and luxury that made
Steward City, the city of money, the ideal place for the club, that plus
the fear of the other three corps that GenCorp was already too powerful.
While Carl was known by his own people to be the new head of the
Club, he kept his identity secret from the other Corps. To them he was
just another neutral supervisor making sure the cliental were happy with
the services as were all employees of the Club. What his true aim though
was to find a mate. He could never take control of GenCorp until he had
his own family of Alpha telepaths to back him up. The two other sons of
Gordon were completely loyal to him, as they had been engineered. Carl,
the oldest and therefore the only one with his self will and determination
in tact, a mistake Gordon did not make twice. Carl knew that if he could
get rid of his father then the other two sons would bow down to him but as
long as Gordon lived, the two would defend him to the death. That is why
Carl needed a mate. He needed to find a telepath strong enough to give him
sons that could defeat his brothers. Carl was also looking for love but
that was secondary to his ambitions.
The tests had sown some promise but not where the key to unlocking
Jeremy's potential lay. Travis was tired from reading and rereading the
data but still could not find an answer. Travis, as a result of his
medical recovery was now a separate species from man. It was not just his
gray eyes and skin that set him apart. Underneath his skin was an
exoskeleton that nothing could break through. His blood had changes from
iron red to copper blue and his mind now consisted of several lobes whose
structure was foreign to neurologists. He was one of a kind his research
aids would think. He was one of a kind that had been in mating mode for
the past 12 years and so far only Jeremy presented a possibility. What the
data had shown was that while Jeremy was 20 years old in human terms
physically, his unexpressed genes, the genes that would make him an Other,
were at a pre-puberty state. How to activate them was the key that Travis
was missing. Normal human hormones did not seem to work, nor did the blood
of vampires. Travis was running out of ideas on how to trigger the change
in Jeremy, to change his caterpillar into a butterfly.
After the first nightmare, as Jeremy explained it, Travis knew that
Jeremy knew what lay under his skin. The fear the man would try to
suppress showed that he knew. Travis now only visited Jeremy only when he
could not stand staying away any longer and even then he kept his distance.
Today though was different, today was Jeremy's 20th birthday and
Travis used the excuse to visit him. He carried with him a dozen red
roses, fresh from his own green house and engineered to remain fresh for
one year after cut.
He was just turning a corner to get to Jeremy's room when he bumped
into a lab tech, crushing the flowers in the process.
'Oh no, I'm sorry sir!' The lab tech said while bowing his head
after he saw who he had bumped into.'
'Just make sure your more careful. This is a research facility not a
'Yes sir, sorry.' The tech said as he tried to get away.
'Not as sorry as he's going to be if he ruined my flowers Travis
thought to himself.
He must of thought a little too loudly to himself as the tech's face
went pale and he went to his knees begging forgiveness. 'Sir, I'm sorry
about the flowers, I can run back to the green house and bring you some
Travis looked at the broken petals and sighed; 'You better do that
and be quick about it.'
'Yes sir, right away sir!' The tech shouted as he got back onto his
feet. He first started running but then remembered what had gotten him in
this situation in the first place and slowed to a quick walk.
It took him 20 min. to return with a new batch of roses, a shorter
amount of time then Travis expected.
'Here you go Dr. Gannon. Please except my apologies again.'
Taking the roses Travis squeezed the stems out of frustration only to
have his hand filled with pain. The tech, seeing the blue blood now
covering the rose stems suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to remove
the thorns. This time he didn't try to apologize; instead he went running
down the hall screaming.
'Idiot!' Travis thought as he saw the man run away in fear. 'I'll
have to have him moved out of here before he causes a real disaster.
Janitor duty at Vassar's house of horror ought to be a just reward for such
stupidity.' He finished as he continued his way to Jeremy. When he
reached the door he took a moment to regain his composure before opening
The only light on in the room was a small desk lamp where Jeremy sat
reading a book.
'What are you reading?'
'I want to know why God created us. Why does there have to be
'What have you found out?'
'That we create our own suffering. God loves us but... he wants us
to grow and to learn from our mistakes.'
'I think that's true.'
'I know you want me to grow up, to become whatever I will become. I
want that too. It scares me but that's all part of growing up.'
Travis took the chair next to Jeremy and placed the roses on the
table before taking Jeremy's hand. 'I know the tests scare and even hurt
you. If you want to stop, I'll accept that. Just don't...'
There was a moment of awkward silence. Jeremy turned his attention
to the roses and picked them up. 'These are nice.'
'Be careful they still have thorns.' Travis said while laughing at
Jeremy's weak attempt to change the subject.
'I will be... ouch!'
'I told you... Jeremy?'
Jeremy had gone very still and quite all of the sudden but then his
breathing began to pick up. Travis took the roses out of Jeremy's hands
and saw where the thorns had cut him and there, on his left thumb was the
smallest of cuts and a drop of blue blood mixing with red. As Travis
watched the cut, a small blister formed around it and slowly grew. This
caused Travis to panic. He never thought that his blood might be toxic.
He looked for and pressed the panic button, calling for medical help. When
he returned he saw that Jeremy's whole thumb was now covered with an
orange-ish film as were his eyes.
'Jeremy, speak to me. Tell me you're alright.'
The code blue team came running into the room and carefully moved
Travis to the side before moving Jeremy's body to the bed and began
connecting monitoring devices.
'Heart rate at 210, temp dropping to 87!'
'His temperature is dropping?'
'Yeah, that's what it says.'
'That makes no sense!'
'Look, he blinked.'
'Ok, check his oxygen levels.'
'The film around his eyes is coming off...Dr. Gannon you need to see
Travis moved one of the nurses to the side and looked. On the right
eye, where the film had peeled away, a gray light could be seen. 'My
blood...my blood was the catalyst.'
It all made sense now. Travis's blood had proteins, proteins only
fond in Other's. His one-drop of blood must have had a protein that
activated one of the repressed genes. That gene must have then triggered
the production of other proteins and other genes causing a chain reaction
that Jeremy was now going through.
'Sir I think it's finally happing, he needs to go to trauma.'
'Yes take him there, I'll be there in a sec.'
Travis watched as Jeremy was taken away he then picked up the roses
and smelled them. He wanted them to be in the same room that Jeremy woke
in. He had to control a laugh of joy at what chance had given him