It was just another night in for Dioriel.
TV on. Beer in hand. Feet up.
But he wasn't just any guy. In fact there was no guy like him at all. At least not in this time and space.
He sat and wondered how he had gotten here. Timelessly 24 years old.
Handsome.
Strong.
To everyone around him, he handsome Greek features and masculine physique were just a perk of nature in the 21st Century. He knew he was admired, by women and men. He knew that his charisma and charm brought others to him, brought success to him.. but he wasn't from here. He wasn't from now.
He cast his mind back to ancient times. Times with his father when nobody was looking.. a bastard child who saw his father as long as nobody was looking.
Now here he was with his beer and the TV, one day with a sense of purpose for why he was here. Another day, a sense of being lost. Lost in time. Lost in space. Unsure of when this journey would end.
Dioriel was jolted from his wonderings by the sound of the door. He looked up, a little startled. In walked Bastion, laughing at the look on Dioriel's face.
"Guilty conscience?" Bastion laughed.
"I was just thinking man, how did I.. the bastard child of Zues, end up here... Now.. watching Love Island and drinking cheap supermarket beer?". Dioriel replied, half joking, half thoughtfully.
"I hear ya man. We're not so different you and me." Bastion sat down next to him. "We will sort things out, but for now we just need to lay low, do our jobs and make sure we don't get noticed."
Bastion sat in silence for a moment. At 22 years old he didn't have a lot of wisdom to offer, but he wanted the best for Dioriel. He appreciated his efforts in the mission. Bastion was a good looking 'lad' with a cheeky smile and he had a way about him that won others over easily. He felt for Dioriel because he also missed home. He missed the life he had before he lived here, in this workers house on Benjamin's farm. Benjamin had been good to them, letting them work and live there and keep a low profile, but this couldn't go on forever. Bastion knew at some point he would need to make a move.. it was his task to help recover a lost future. Bastion was fair haired, slim, but with a little stubble. He has a slightly dirty look about him in the moment as he has not long finished a shift.
"I'm going for a shower. Why don't you take the Mind Chip to your room.. it might cheer you up." Bastion took a small circle electronic device from his pocket and threw it to Dioriel. He grabbed hold of it with one swipe.
"Is it set up?" He enquired.
"Yes.. I've not used it since yesterday so it'll be busy how you like it. Ancient. Greek.. and debauched."
The Mind Chip was a small disk that you placed on your forehead, closed your eyes and your brain would be transported. It was a futuristic device that was able to hijack the sense directly from the brain. Once switched on it was like living in an alternate reality, your mind, your sight, the smells and tastes and sounds, even the touch of every inch of your body... it would all be dictated to by the Mind Chip. All of reality can fade away as long as you have it on.
Dioriel smiled, thanks Bastion and headed to his room.
Bastion shook his head as he headed into the bathroom. "Greeks!!!" He whispered to himself with a quiet laugh. He locked the bathroom door behind him and turned on the shower. The small workers house that they lived in came with the farm work. Benjamin had looked after them and the small chalet was perfect. Two bedrooms. Modern facilities. A shower room with a walk in shower.. it was ideal, even by Bastion's hopes and expectations. He may have been a future dweller, but he had come to appreciate the simple luxuries of the 21st century. A far cry from Dioriel who found every creature comfort of the modern day to be the lap of absolute luxury, even for a prince of the gods.
Bastion pulled his shirt off over his head, looking sweaty and tired from the hard day's work. He had a good body, not gym fit, but natural from years of the fight. From years of farm work. He has some light blonde hair on his chest, a nicely formed chest too.. with good shoulders and toned arms. He undid his belt and slid his jeans and boxer shorts off too, slipping his socks off last. He held his hand under the water to check it was warm enough. He tried the handle of the bathroom door to make sure it was locked, before stepping into the steaming hot shower. He wasn't worried that Dioriel would walk in. No. He always had the feeling he may be being watched, or followed.. or hunted, even. That's what happens from a lifetime of running, fighting and hiding. It leaves you constantly watching over your shoulder. He was just convinced for a second that he could be seen. Perhaps someone from the future was back to find him. Perhaps someone from an alternate universe could see him, naked, tired, sweating and ready to shower. He could never be sure who or what could see him. He just felt watched.
Bastion stood in the shower with the water running over his body. He bowed his head and let the water cascade over him. He well formed body there, but with nobody seemingly to admire it. His rounded peachy buttocks with water falling over them and dripping to the ground. His hair wet and stretched down over his face. He took the soap and squeezed it into his hand, rubbing it onto his arms and stomach, his chest, around his groin area and over his backside. Squeezing a little more he massaged it into his hair and onto his face. The soap cleansed him from the days toil and the not water signified the end of the work and a time for relaxation.
Bastion let the soap wash off him and he simply stood, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
When he had finished his shower, he grabbed his towel and briefly dried himself, before wrapping it around his waist and leaving the bathroom. He walked back through the lounge and kitchen area, but Dioriel still out of sight. He figured he was now in full flow with the Mind Chip and he wasn't especially concerned with what that meant in that moment, although he was fairly sure.
Bastion took a packet of sandwich meat from the refrigerator and sat on the couch, snacking directly from the packet. There was no point in staying near the fridge as he intended to eat it all. He was too tired to cook. Physically tired? Yes. But mentally and emotionally tired too. His life has not been easy.. sometimes he just wanted to be free from it all. He didn't want to be the one the universe had chosen. He didn't want to be alone in his quest. Okay, yes he had Dioriel, but he didn't have anyone from his own time. He didn't have anyone to call his own, either. Most of the time he was numb to it, but in those quiet moments he would sometimes think of what he lacked. He would hope for what he one day dreamed of.
Bastion sat for a while pondering, before standing up, throwing his litter away and heading over to Dioriel's room. Bastion was bored now and he wanted to bring Dioriel out from his time on the Mind Chip, purely for his own need of being entertained. Bastion stood at the bedroom door and listened. He could hear moving and moaning.. grunting even. The only way to bring it to an end was to go in and give Dioriel a nudge. Bastion slowly opened the door and he saw Dioriel sitting in his chair, wearing just his boxer shorts. He was bulging and aroused in his tight white boxers. Writhing a little. Moaning. His eyes rolled back so they looked almost totally white. His Greek body - sitting in the chair - with a hairy chest and toned belly.. writhing, aroused, in pleasure mode.. Bastion allowed himself just a moment to watch. To look. To enjoy. He came from a time when there was no sexuality.. there was just people.
People who loved other people.
People who enjoyed other people.
After a few moments Bastion walked over to Dioriel.. his moment of erotic reflection shifted into a jovial state. He gave Dioriel a sharp nudge, pulled the Mind Chip off his head and laughed loudly.
"Times up broski" he mocked.
Dioriel knew he should be embarrassed, but this was Bastion. There were no secrets between them. No cause for shame or embarrassment.
"Fuck sake Bastion" he joked, with a hint of genuine annoyance in his voice. "I was just getting to the good bits. Get a good look did you?"
Bastion winked with a grin. "Can't blame a guy for enjoying the view."
Dioriel rolled his eyes and stood up, fucking his still semi hard member down into his boxers more comfortably.
"I'm bored" Bastion complained. "Entertain me. Please!!" Bastion joked in a child like way to Dioriel, as though it was his place to keep him occupied at all times.
Dioriel was happy to oblige though.
The two were kindreds, brought together from different times and places, but for a purpose. The salvation of the future.
Both guys got themselves dressed and ready and jumped into Bastion's car, a small and inconspicuous Vauxhall Corsa, to keep them looking normal. They were heading out for drinks and with a partial intention to talk seriously about how they could move things forward in their plans. Ever since 'the event', Bastion had fled to this time, to this place.. searching for a way to rescue his home nation, New Rome, from the dictatorial grip of Erevon, the new kingdom of Hades. New Rome had been a mighty empire for over a century, occupying Europe, the middle East and huge swathes of North Africa. A United nation with a united vision, to create a better life for all of it's citizens. With technology and environment at the centre, this was the world that Bastion had been raised in. The event changed all that. The likes of Bastion had fled, outside of the jurisdiction of the Time Force, illegally back far enough before time travel had been invented. Hiding out. Waiting. Formulating ways that they might save New Rome.
Dioriel was from another time. Another era. A prince of the gods. Here to work with Bastion to save the future.
They drove along the country lanes from the farm, into the nearby town, parking up and just like any other guys from the local area on that Saturday evening, they headed into the pub and ordered themselves a cold pint. As they sat chatting about normal things - the football, the weather, the price of the beers- they didn't notice that two women were checking them out from the bar. They didn't notice that there was a gathering storm outside. They didn't notice that man enter the pub alone, sitting at a table alone, his long black jacket and black hat making him stand out to most, but they were lost in conversation and didn't notice. He sat drinking his whiskey alone, casually watching them. As if waiting for something.
Dioriel and Bastion chatted for quite some time before they got to the topic that they really needed to address. What could be done to save New Rome?
"My thought had always been to fight them. To go back with my people and take them on head to head." Dioriel stated plainly.
"Could you gather enough of your forces to take them on though? They've already taken over everything." Bastion replied.
Dioriel looked downbeat. "I'm not sure" he said. "The truth is, I'd need to approach my father and I don't know if he would help. It may mean admitting my existence."
As they spoke the rain increased heavily on the windows.. it became distracting. Dioriel pointed casually to the sky and the rain stopped in an instant.
"Perks of having Zeus as your dad" he smile.
Bastion laughed.
Just then Dioriel noticed the man in the long black jacket sitting in the corner of the bar. He casually looked away.
"Don't look.."
Bastion turned around.
"I said don't look" Dioriel stated sharply.
Bastion jolted his head back fast enough to get whiplash.
"Who is that guy?" He asked.
Bastion casually glanced around again, but as they both looked back to the corner - he was gone.
"Where'd he go?" Bastion asked, extremely puzzled.
"You saw him right?" Dioriel asked, confused.
"Yeah.. but how did he vanish? Where to?" Bastion was bemused.
Not realising any significance in the moment other than a strange air of suspicion, both men continued to talk.
"What if we're looking at this all wrong?" Bastion wondered out loud. "What if the aim isn't to go and unseat them at their peak? What if the real aim should be to prevent the event from ever happening?"
Dioriel's eyes opened as if a moment of sheer brilliance had just unfolded before his eyes.
"Yes!!" He exclaimed. "We'd only have one chance, because if Hades realises we are coming.. if he realises the gods are opposed to him.. then he will use the same trick back on us and we'll never stand a chance against him. It has to be clean."
Bastion nodded and then sipped his beer. "If we are going to do this, we need to get it right."
Both men finished their drinks and headed outside. With a few beers down them they were leaving the car and taking a quicker route home. Both of them walked down the side of the pub into a quiet alley way.
"I can come back for the car tomorrow." Dioriel offered. "Ready?"
It wasn't often that either of them were prepared to step outside the realms of the natural and into the supernatural unless they absolutely had to, but both of them would be damned if they paid for a taxi when one of them could teleport. Dioriel touched Bastion's shoulder and gave a nod.. the next minute both appeared back in their farm cottage lounge.
As they arrived back at the house, something didn't feel right. Bastion sensed that someone had been there. Dioriel tried to ease his mind but Bastion had a good sense for these sorts of things. He noticed that a drawer wasn't fully closed that would normally never be open. A pile of papers on the table appeared to have been tampered with. Most tellingly, the key to the back door was still in it lock on the inside, something neither Dioriel, nor Bastion, would ever do.
Bastion didn't want to admit it, but he had started to feel that the hunt was closing in. He loved it here in 2026, but he had a haunting feeling that soon he may need to leave for a different time and space. One that would give him more chance of remaining hidden. They had a sweet deal at the farm. Benjamin who owned Red Grove Estates, had been incredibly generous to them. Bastion was convinced it was because he fancied Dioriel, but Dioriel wasn't having any of it. Whatever the reason, they had the jobs and income, the place to stay, the low profile that had been afforded them at the farm and a no questions asked approach from Benjamin who had put up with quite strange happenings on his land. Bastion didn't want to leave, but he knew he had to be prepared to flee at a moments notice.
The next morning Bastion decided to retrieve the car the old fashioned way, with a walk into town. This would be a couple of hours. Dioriel decided to relax at the house, just within minutes of Bastion leaving, there was a sharp knock at the door. Dioriel could see Benjamin looking in through the window next to the door.
"Coming" shouted Dioriel, as he dashed to the door, always careful to emulated human speech, activities and behaviour so as not to arouse suspicion. Dioriel opened the door and let Benjamin in.
Benjamin was about 37 years old, 5ft8, with a slightly innocent look but he wasn't a bad looking chap at all. He may have been a landed estate owner, but that didn't mean he dressed overly smart, instead dressed in work gear always a little rough and ready.
"What can I do for you?" Asked Dioriel.
Benjamin had come round to discuss some issue with the tractor engine and to ask if Dioriel could help. Dioriel saw the way that Benjamin looked at him and has often used a bit of flirting and friendliness to try and keep the rent down. It was just one of many ways he used his natural Greek beauty in his own favour.. to benefit himself.
Dioriel and Benjamin went out together down the farm track and to where the tractor was parked.
"Can you take a look?" asked Benjamin.
Dioriel did just that. It was a warm day and the heat of the day was already rising. Dioriel had been working on the tractor engine for quite some time when he decided to remove his shirt on the sweltering heat. That toned, slightly hairy Greek body was back on show, only this time it was Benjamin that couldn't take his eyes off the farm hand. He tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it. Dioriel's beauty was impossible to avoid and Benjamin realised how out or control he felt around Dioriel. Dioriel saw him looking and purposefully stood in poses that would draw even more attention from Benjamin. The truth was, Dioriel didn't think Benjamin was a bad looking guy and he enjoyed the attention he felt from him whenever he was around.
Dioriel enquired "Do you have a spanner handy?"
Benjamin signalled that there was one in the barn, so Dioriel walked into the barn, closely followed by Benjamin.
Dioriel couldn't find where the spanner was but as he finally saw it and went to grab it, Benjamin's hand has already reached out to grab it too. In that tense moment an electrical pulse fired through their hands and bodies.. a lingering touch and a long glance told them both what they needed to know. Benjamin wanted Dioriel, who simply loved to be wanted.
This whole exchange was far easier for Dioriel than it was for Benjamin. Ironically, even though he was from ages past, Dioriel had a liberal approach to whom he should and could be attracted to. Benjamin, on the other hand, was a land owner and farmer fast approaching middle age with the numbers still in his favour, if only from a while.
The glance between them lasted longer than it should and suddenly Benjamin reached out and grabbed Dioriel to kiss him. Dioriel didn't resist, turning Benjamin's forward step back on him and getting forceful himself. Benjamin clearly liked it because with a gentle push from Dioriel, Benjamin knelt on the door in front of Dioriel.
"You know you want it" Dioriel teased.
Benjamin didn't speak.
He just gulped.
"Well, do you?" Dioriel pressed.
Benjamin didn't want to say it. He didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to own up to the cravings he had been having for the young Greek.
Dioriel placed a hand on the back of Benjamin's head and pulled it to his groin area firmly. Benjamin rubbed his face up and down on Dioriel's crotch, with a look of sheer degraded ecstasy on his thirsty and excited face. Dioriel's meat started to harden as it felt Benjamin take his place kneeling down for him and prepared to pleasure him if needed. As Dioriel was grinding onto Benjamin's face, the was a loud bang outside.
Benjamin was left embarrassed as Dioriel dropped what he was doing and ran to the window to see what was happening.. Benjamin left kneeling on the floor, his must vulnerable admission just given, only for him to be instantly discarded.
When Dioriel arrived at the window, he saw the very thing he didn't want to see. Standing in the garden was the man in the long black jacket and the black hat, simply looking at the house.
He had followed them.
He knew where they lived.
He was simply staring in a bewildering way.
When he saw that Dioriel had seen him, he turned and walked away. But this was far from over.
