David

Samurai, Inc.

Chapters 28-29

Chapter 28

Neil

Liam was much cuter in person. He stood about five foot six [1.68 m], brown hair, and really nice green eyes. I could feel little Neil reacting. A look at Sacha and I could tell he was hot and horny. As usual. His parents were going out of town and Liam had been invited to the Nickelodeon Kid's New Year's party. His parents hired us when they were told of our excellent reputation (having good friends in the right places does help) and we were to accompany him for the next few days. We would be staying at his place and going with him to the party and to three PR engagements to promote the movie. Okay, easy stuff, we've done this before. No problem, right? Damn, there goes fucking Mr. Murphy, laughing his ass off at us. Here comes trouble.

Getting to the Nickelodeon Kid's New Year's Eve show wasn't a problem. Getting in wasn't a problem. Dealing with the very flaming gay director was. The guy just wouldn't sit still and let the more experienced people work the show. He was everywhere, being an obnoxious pest, acting like he was God's gift to Hollywood. Even the celebrity kids were getting pissed off. Sacha decided to step in and solve the problem in his own unique way. He pinned the idiot to the wall with his right hand and popped two of his claws on his left hand on either side of the man's neck. Boy did that get the man's attention fast! Sacha leaned forward and whispered something to the man as we watched him wet his pants completely. Then he bared his long sharp canines and growled. The man's eyes rolled up into his head as Sacha retracted his claws and let the man drop to the floor.

"Problem solved, folks!" he called out cheerfully. He got a big round of applause as two stagehands dragged him off to a room. Both Sacha and I ran out of business cards that night to potential clients and saw a bunch of very familiar faces. We introduced Liam around to our previous clients, making sure we introduced him to Guy Truant, a director we knew very well. I was sure he could use Liam's acting talent. Then the show got started.

Our good friend Billy Golman was MC for the show. He got it started with a big band version of My Girl and the audience responded to it in a big way. Even I liked it. From there it was a long parade of kid actors coming on and doing songs, little comedy skits, dance numbers, and various clips were shown of great moments and funny outtakes from the various movies that kid actors had done through the year. The first big surprise of the evening was at the first quarter of the show. Billy was grinning and I wondered what he was up to now.

"Ladies and gentlemen, from Peckertown Arkansas, please welcome Aaron Cutler and Harley Joel Oswald," Billy waved to the left side of the stage. Both of them came out in matching light blue tuxedos, holding hands. They waved to the crowd as all of the kid actors and singers stood up and gave them an outstanding ovation that lasted at least five minutes.

"Thank you very much," Harley said once people sat down.

"It's a pleasure to be here tonight and help ring in the New Year," Aaron said.

"We are here tonight on behalf of the Young Actor's Guild to present a very special award," Harley said.

"That's right, Harley. This award is brand new and we are very honored to be asked to present it," Aaron said.

"This award is called the Young Actor of the Year Award. This award recognizes the young actor or actress who has given so much of themselves and has done so much to promote charities and worthy causes, and has time and time again demonstrated their great acting talents," Harley said.

"The first ever recipient of this award is 3;" Aaron reached for the envelope as a drum roll sounded.

"Mr. David Gallagher!" Harley and Aaron announced together. The camera quickly focused on David Gallagher as he blinked in shock. Then he smiled and stood up, heading for the stage as the crowd gave him an outstanding ovation. He shook hands with Aaron and Harley and then took the plaque from Harley. Aaron and Harley stepped back, giving David room at the podium.

"Wow. I just don't know what to say," he stammered. "This is just awesome, thank you very much. I take my work with the various charities that I've volunteered my time with very seriously. It makes me happy to see the kids that the charities assist benefit from the help and intervention to improve the quality of their lives. I really never realized just how many out there were in need when I first got involved, and seeing how much better their lives have improved is definitely worth all of the long hours and hard work. Thank you very much for this award."

David shook hands with Billy, Aaron, and Harley once more before leaving the stage. The show continued on for another hour until all kinds of lights and sirens started going off. I got nervous and started looking around, missing the big screen coming down from above the stage.

"Calling all Kids Next Door agents!" the English accent of Numbah One sounded. Everyone then realized it was part of the show and welcomed the Kids Next Door to the show. Billy stepped out on the stage and turned to the big screen.

"Hi, Numbah One! What brings you guys around?" Billy asked.

"All of us were asked by the Young Actors Guild to present a special award," Numbah Five said.

"Yeah! It's a way cool one too!" the Aussie accent of Numbah Four eagerly said.

"Numbah Two, the detail please," Numbah One said. The heavyset boy turned to the console behind him and picked up a sheet of paper. "This is a new award from the Young Actors Guild, presented to the director who works well with young actors, actresses, and singers, helping them to perfect their talents," Numbah Two said.

"Here's the envelope, Numbah One. Just delivered by courier," Numbah Five handed Numbah One the brown envelope.

"Yes, thank you Numbah Five. The first recipient of the prestigious award is 3;" Numbah One paused as he opened the envelope. "Guy Truant!"

Sacha

"Thanks to all of you. This is indeed an unexpected pleasure. I have always wanted to work with young people who are actors, actresses, and singers simply because I felt that all of you deserved to get the chance to show your talents and prove that you do have what it takes to be in this business. All the time and effort I have put in working with some of you have paid off, because you have become great actors, actresses, and singers. I have learned a great deal from you, thank you. I sincerely hope to get the chance to work with those I have not yet met, I know we will learn a great deal from each other. Thank you for this great honor," Guy said, smiling. As the crowd gave him an ovation, I noticed his hand slipping into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone. A moment later he put it back into his pocket.

"This is a perfect moment for me to announce my next project to be starting in the spring. I will have the privilege of working with four great actors on the set of a new movie to be filmed in Arkansas. They are Jake Llewellyn, Jonathan Lapinski, Charlotte Church, David Gallagher, and cameo roles by wrestler Bill Goldberg and Pierce Brosnan, with new music from Aaron Cutler, Powersound, Elton John, and Metallica!" he announced delightedly. The crowd reacted very positively to that. I had the feeling we would be involved in that project for sure. I was looking forward to it already.

"Congratulations from all of us at the Kids Next Door," Numbah One said as the noise died down.

"Thank you Numbah One," Guy said.

"On behalf of the Kids Next Door, we hereby confer upon you the Numbah Two hundred, and give you active agent status," Numbah Two announced. The two kids came out and pinned a medallion to his tux jacket, saluted him, and then dashed off the stage as the crowd applauded.

"Thanks guys," Guy said.

"You're so cute!" Numbah Three giggled. That got a round of laughter as Guy blushed. "Thank you Numbah Three," he smiled. "Now let's get the party started!" He waved as he left the stage, the applause ringing through the auditorium.

"Up next is the first ever Kids Next Door rock video, with music from Powersound, Aaron Cutler, Jesse McCoy, and Billy Golman!" Numbah One announced as Numbah Two pulled a lever in the background.

What followed was a montage of the funniest moments from the Kids Next Door show, with screwups and prop failures to boot. I enjoyed it and so did the crowd. I definitely was having a good time, and so was Neil and Liam. I thought the high point of the evening was when Aaron and Harley came out and sang Come Rain, Come Shine together. They really seemed so happy together.

"Five minutes to midnight!" Billy called out. "Grab your noisemakers and get ready to blow the roof off!" That got the crowd excited and ready to go. The big screen made another appearance and this time New York's Times Square was on the screen. The camera focused in on the big red apple and then moments later it started to move. All of us were on our feet and counting down the seconds as the apple dropped. At soon as the clock hit zero, we let out a huge yell that I have no doubt all of Hollywood heard and rang in the New Year. The band played the New Year's song and we all sang along. We finally settled down a few minutes later and then a loud "woooooo!" came from the stage. There was no mistaking that voice. A spotlight lit up Little Richard at the piano.

"Let's get rocking!" he yelled, and started banging on the piano. A moment later kids were dancing on the floor and in the aisles. The party was well under way.

About two in the morning it was decided to head on home. All three of us were tired and we didn't want to miss the football games. We shook hands with Billy, Aaron, Harley, Guy, and a few others as we left. We introduced Liam to guy and a few other people, making sure he was accepted into the circle. I had no doubts he'd be fine.

"Where's the limo?" I asked as we walked out into the parking lot. Our driver saw us and waved to us. We walked over and got in. We were staying at Liam's place for the week, courtesy of Liam's parents.

"Oh man, what a night!" Liam said as he pulled his tie off.

"Sure was a lot of fun," I agreed. Neil nodded. "Those awards were definitely a surprise, and well deserved ones too."

"How do you guys know Guy Truant?" Liam asked. Neil related the first adventure in Arkansas as Liam and I listened.

"Didn't it bother you being there?" Liam asked.

"No. I was comfortable with the whole scene," Neil said. I nodded. "So was I. It's changed a great deal since those early days. A lot of the boys who come there now do so with the intent of running their own lives as they see fit. A number of them start their own businesses and do extremely well, while other just want to get away from the harassment and abuse they've had to live with after coming out gay to friends and family. A lot of them have found a life partner and the peace and security that go with it. Yes, quite a few have gone there simply because they enjoy sex." If I had been paying a lot more attention, I would have seen the smirk on the driver's face. My first clue that something was wrong was when my vision started acting funny. I looked up towards the front and the partition between driver and the passenger compartment was closed. My mind felt sluggish and my body was having a hard time cooperating with my mind.

"Gas attack," I said, finally getting my mouth to work. You would have thought with my mutant healing ability I would shake this off very quickly, but the truth was this was the first time I had encountered a sleep gas and it was very potent if it was affecting me like this. Neil was already passed out and Liam wasn't too far behind. I moved slowly to the car door with the intention of cutting it open. But I saw the black carpet rising rapidly to meet my face and that was the last thing I remembered. Whoever it was got us good.

I woke up slow, a sure sign I was suffering from the effects of the attack. Good news now was that the next time I'd be able to shake off the attack a lot faster. Oh fucking joy. I managed to sit up and look around. I was in some kind of room. It was square, the metal walls smooth and seamless. Great. That meant I would have to find the fucking door with my sense of smell, provided it hadn't been affected. I stumbled around the room, hoping to catch the scent of some kind of oil that they might use on the door hinges or at least a human scent to indicate where the door might be. It took me awhile to find it, but the trace scent of good old Brut got my attention. Now I had an idea where the door was. By that time I was fully awake and in full command of myself. I felt the smile coming. It was time to nail these bastards, and I was going to enjoy it. I popped my claws and went to work. Within ten minutes I was out of there. I stood in the hallway after pushing the door back into place and hoped the people who had us would buy the scam. If not, I was gonna be dancing with them very quickly. There is a time to be very sneaky and a time to flat out fight. This was one of those times I needed to be very sneaky. I had to find Neil and Liam first. I picked a direction and started searching for them.

Neil

[Yo brother,] I called out.

[Right here, brother of mine. Just need to figure out where you are,] Sacha's thoughts came at me.

[What the fuck?] I asked. Sacha snorted. [Damn good question. Wish I had the time to ask questions, but haven't crossed anyone's path yet.]

[Lucky them,] I sighed.

[Got a line on Liam yet?] Sacha asked. I closed my eyes and pictured Liam in my head. [Working on it now.] I found him moments later. He was in a similar room and alone. Good. Now to 'talk' to him and hopefully not scare the crap out of him.

[Liam.] I projected into his mind. He reacted, jumping to his feet. "Who's there?"

[Liam, it's Neil,] I said.

"Your voice, it's inside my head!" Liam exclaimed.

[Yes. Please trust me. I'll explain everything proper once we get out of here. Sacha is looking for us now,] I said. I felt him calm down and relax.

"What do they want?"

[I don't know, Liam. They haven't said a thing to me yet,] I said. I could see what thoughts were running through his head. He was going over all of his recent memories to find a possible clue as to why this happened. I saw a flash of two men yelling at each other inside a trailer.

[Liam, concentrate on the memory of those two men arguing inside the trailer,] I said. [It's important.]

"Okay," he said. The memory became clearer and I studied the two men.

"The one on the right sitting in the chair was the director. The other man was a special effects guy, something to do with explosives. He was fired because he went a little too far trying to push a scene in which the Count Olaf tries to blow up something with our characters inside it. The director decided against it saying it would be too costly," Liam said as the memory solidified.

[Sacha. Possible explosive booby traps,] I called out a warning.

[Bastards,] Sacha growled. [Thanks for the warning.]

"I had heard he had been an explosives expert in some place called Vietnam," Liam said. That got my attention very quickly. Dad might know this guy, or know of someone who knew him. I filed the information away for later reference.

[Are you hurt?] I asked Liam.

"Other than an upset stomach, no. My head still feels funny," Liam reported.

I nodded. [Okay. That's probably a side effect of the gas they used on us,] I said.

[I couldn't smell the fucking thing,] Sacha growled.

Liam sighed. "From what I remember from my science classes, most gases don't have an odor, but there are a few that do. Can't remember what they are at the moment. Head hurts too much."

I nodded. [You're right about that. This one was just a basic sleep gas, except this one was a bit more potent than usual.]

[I wanna discuss that with the asshole,] Sacha growled.

Liam laughed out loud and I relaxed a little, knowing he would be okay now. I looked around my own room and studied the walls and tried to figure out where the door was. Just as I found the door, Liam gasped.

"There's something metal coming through a wall!" he cried.

[Relax Liam, just me. I'll have you out of there in a moment,] Sacha said.

"You found a saw that cuts through metal?" Liam asked. I felt Sacha hesitate.

[Not exactly. Like Neil said, we'll explain everything later. For now we just need to get the hell out of dodge,] Sacha said, using one of Dad's favorite expressions.

[I'll be out in a moment,] I said.

[Good. Liam and I will find you as soon as I get him out. Just be careful,] Sacha said as I manipulated the door's handle. It swung open effortlessly and I peeked out into the hall. I stepped out and then closed my eyes, relaxing and throwing things and questions into a mental filing cabinet in my head to clear my mind. I searched for mental thought patters and found only Sacha and Liam. That surprised me. I thought the bad guys would have hung around to talk to us once we woke up. I checked my watch. It was now eleven in the morning, New Year's Day. I turned in the direction of Sacha and Liam and set off.

Sacha

"Not the best cutting job but it works," I said. "Now we find Neil." I must have improved a lot between waking up and getting Liam out of his room because I heard footsteps behind me. I spun around and popped my claws out just as Neil came around the corner. I heard Liam behind me gasp in shock.

"Love you too brother," Neil said with a smile.

I pulled my claws back in and shook my head. "That little scare you gave me blew the last of the gas from my system, thanks to the adrenaline rush you gave me."

Neil nodded. "Good. That means you'll be at peak performance while we get out of here. Nobody's here in the building, by the way."

"You sure?" Liam asked. "If I were the bad guy, I'd be hanging around until we woke up and give you guys the nasty boy speech where I tell you I am God and you are nothing and people will do what I tell them and so on." Neil and I laughed out loud at what he said. He simply stated what Neil and I had been wondering. Liam stretched and sighed.

"So, how do we get out of here?" he asked.

I smiled. "Very carefully."

I won't bother you with the details of how we got out. Our first surprise was finding ourselves in the middle of a snowy forest. Neil looked around for a moment and then closed his eyes. I knew he was searching for people. I turned and went back inside, thinking I'd find some thick jackets or blankets to wrap around us when we walked through the snow.

"Got something," Neil announced a moment later. Liam and I looked at him as he grinned.

"Place called Camp Green Pines. Dad has a friend there, guy named Tom Jeffers, remember?" Neil prodded my memory. I grinned. I did remember the guy from Dad's last birthday party. I had read about him in the logbook when Dad and Neil teamed up to protect Jonathan Lapinski.

"I do remember the guy. Got his number in your cell?" I asked. Neil patted his pockets and came up with his cell. I shook my head at the sloppiness of the tango who nabbed us. Stupid fool. Neil punched the buttons while I searched the office for a map of the area.

"Tom Jeffers? This is Neil of Samurai Inc. calling," I heard Neil say a moment later, having reached the guy. Liam stood next to me as I looked at the map for the exact location of the camp. Finding it, I marked it with a blue pushpin and then started going in circles around the map to try and find any marked buildings, roads, or landmarks. I was pissed at not having a GPS on me at the moment. Liam was poking around inside the office and then went into the room next door. I could hear him opening drawers and cabinets until I heard the sharp intake of breath. I spun away from the map and found him in the doorway with something in his hand.

"I found this. The box said it was something called GPS. Will it help?" Liam asked me.

"Do grizzly bears fuck?" I cracked as I took it from him. Liam looked puzzled at me.

"Never mind," I sighed. I turned it on and nothing happened. I flipped it over and opened the battery compartment. It was empty. Shit, piss, and fuck. Mr. Fucking Murphy was gonna make this hard on us.

"We need to find batteries?" Liam asked.

"Double A batteries," I said. "Eight of them." Liam, Neil, and I started searching rooms, leapfrogging ahead of each other, Neil keeping tabs on us with his abilities until we heard Liam yell. Both of us ran into the room he was in and skidded to a top. There in front of us was a pile of snow ski gear. Liam had found gold, the mother lode, the jackpot, and the treasure chest all rolled into one.

"Great find, Liam!" I grinned. "Now we can get the hell out of here." Digging through the gear we found the batteries we needed and I headed back to the room where I had found the map. Minutes later I knew exactly were we were.

"Two miles [3 km] above Green Pines?" Neil asked as he stood in the room looking at the map and my markings.

"Yeah. Make travel down the hill easy for us," I said. Neil smiled. "Good. The sooner we get out of here the better." I had to agree there.

As it turned out Liam knew how to snow ski, another lucky break for us. Dad had made it mandatory for all Samurai Inc. members to learn how to snow ski and everything that could go with it, including going past targets on the range and shooting a perfect score into the targets while moving. Between all of us, we shot more ammo than the military ever did according to Dad, and second behind the legendary Richard Marcinko (he is very real, being a retired Navy Seal captain with thirty years under his belt. He currently writes the Navy Seal team books that he is famous for. This gentleman has my complete respect) on a daily basis as part of our training regimen. I was hoping there would be weapons here as well, but there wasn't any to be found. Just as well. Who needs weapons when you have your personal ones at hand? Mine never fail to do the job when needed.

We suited up and moved out, and none too soon. As we moved off into the trees, Neil looked back at me and flashed the 'enemy present' signal. I dug my poles into the snow and turned around in a 180-degree turn, skiing backwards. Now I could see movement at the building and knew the bad guy was here. Well the fucker was too late to stop us and there wasn't fuck all he could do now. I turned around in another 180-degree turn and facing forward, started moving. Then the bastard had the fucking nerve to shoot at me. I heard the soft pop of the rifle going off and ducked quickly. The bullet hit the tree with a loud 'thwack' sound, convincing me that it was time to really get the hell out of there.

[You okay?] Neil asked.

[Just fine. Keep moving. Fucker can't hit us now. Too far out of range,] I said. Mr. Murphy decided now was a good time to yank our balls hard. I heard the sound of a snowmobile start up. I stopped at a pine tree long enough to smack my head against it a few times, teaching myself to never second guess the bad guys again. I dug in hard and raced down the mountain after Liam and Neil. The race was on for sure now.

Neil

"Tom Jeffers," came back at me.

"It's Neil sir," I replied. "Bad guys chasing us now, arrived on site just as we were leaving. They have snowmobiles and guns. We are two miles [3 km] above big Bear highway. Once we get to the highway, a mile [1½ km] from Camp Green Pines."

"Exact coordinates," he snapped. I gave them and hear the sound of brakes being applied roughly. Jeffers was out on the road, looking for us.

"I'll be at the road waiting to exfil you guys. I got Pops riding shotgun with me, he'll deal with the tangos if needed," he said. I looked up to see Sacha waiting by the base of a large tree. He kicked it hard and the tree began to fall. I realized what he'd done.

"Sacha just chopped a big tree down to use it as a roadblock on these guys. Hopefully it will get them," I said as I raced under the falling tree. It landed with a thump and Sacha quickly joined me. I gave him a quick thumbs up and followed him down the mountain.

"We just passed the half mile [½ km] mark, got another mile and a half [2 km] to go," I reported. I heard a loud noise and looked behind me to see a snowmobile go to pieces against the tree, the two riders flying in different directions.

"One snowmobile down, three more behind us," I reported.

"Stay in the trees if you can," Jeffers commanded. "That will make it hard for them to shoot."

[Liam, Sacha, stay inside the trees if you can. That should give the shooters a hard time,] I pathed. I saw Liam raise his right hand and react, along with Sacha. I moved into the trees and watched Sacha do a 180-degree turn and ski backwards, reaching out to leave a ski pole stuck in the branches of two pine trees, creating a deadly trap. I couldn't avoid it, so I laid back and zipped underneath it. The driver and passenger of the snowmobile behind us wasn't so lucky. They went flying and the snowmobile exploded after impacting a very large tree. Number two down, two left.

"Two left," I reported. Jeffers chuckled. "Good. Tell us later."

"Deal. One mile [1½ km] mark," I said. "Liam is first, Sacha second, and I am last."

"Good. We have taken up position and are ready for your arrival," Jeffers said. Hearing that made me feel better. Something was going right. I felt the four tangos behind me split up, one to the right and one to the left.

"Big Bear police at our location, ready to assist," Jeffers said.

"Good. One pair went left and the other went right. They are waiting for us to come out of the tree line," I reported. I watched Sacha break out of the tree line and go wide to the left using his claws to chop down smaller trees, dropping them in the path of the left pair of tangos. Sacha did another turn around, placing his last ski pole across another pair of trees. He back flipped and did a nice turn around in mid air, landing on his skis and going fast once more. Sacha as you may know by now has approximately two hundred pounds [90 kg] of adamatium metal bonded to his skeleton courtesy of the Professor, one of Samurai Inc.'s biggest enemies, and is therefore a heavy fucker, had trained in gymnastics for months to do back flips, front flips, and any kind of moves one does in gymnastics. He might not win the Olympic gymnastic events, but he does them very well.

The snowmobile following him suddenly found his ski pole. Ouch. The snowmobile kept going without the windshield and passengers. Said passengers were currently flying in mid air with out any assistance. What goes up eventually comes down, and they definitely came down the very hard way. We later learned they would be spending months in traction in the hospital ward of the prison they were sentenced to. I flashed thumbs up to Sacha and he grinned. I faced forward and realized we were coming up to the road.

[Liam, go straight to the Hummer you'll see once you hit the road. Sacha is right behind you. I'm gonna give these remaining guys a big surprise,] I pathed. Liam raised his right hand as I had told him to do if and when he 'heard' me. Then suddenly we were out of the tree line and coming up to the road. I watched Liam leap off a snowbank, kicking his snow skis off and landing on his feet, running the last few steps to the Hummer. Sacha and I did the same, but I stayed out of the Hummer. The snowmobile following us crashed on the road right behind the Hummer and I created my deranged wolf illusion. Oh my God did it ever work. The two tangos stood up after getting free of the snowmobile, took one look at the deranged wolf standing upright on it's hind legs, dropped their guns, shit and pissed their pants, and then passed out.

"Fucking awesome!" Liam yelled. "I love it!" Jeffers had to laugh as the cops started to applaud. I turned around and faced the hill, using my powers to round up the other six and bring them down the hill. They snarled at us when I dropped them in front of the cops. Liam smiled and pointed to a spot over their shoulders. The deranged wolf came back for an encore performance. All six turned white and did the same thing as their companions on the ground did.

"Thanks kid," the police lieutenant said. "That makes it easy for us to cuff them and stuff them." We all laughed at the joke. Liam got into the Hummer first, followed by Sacha and then me. Jeffers would contact a pilot buddy of his and get us flown back to LA in the morning. Fine by us, we were tired from the day's action.

Sacha

[Showtime, dear brother. He's in place,] I pathed to Neil.

[Got it,] Neil pathed back, and then broke the connection. I turned my attention back to the living room of the main house where we were currently in. Jeffers had his own cabin when the camp was in operations and the staff there, but at the moment the camp was closed for the holidays and Jeffers took up residence in the main house. I ambled into the living room and accepted a cup of hot chocolate and the aroma of cigars reached my nose. I followed it to the humidifier and pulled one out. Oh yeah, a genuine Havana Cuban. I smiled as I lit it carefully. My mutant ability is an accelerated healing ability. My body can heal it's self of any germ, poison, injury, or drug. As we all know, nicotine is a destructive drug if used on a daily basis, resulting in cancer or worse years later down the road, but having a rapid healing ability, my body can erase the damage very quickly. So I can smoke and drink knowing it will never hurt me. The cigars are a once in a great while thing, never really getting into them and I have the occasional drink, having learned my lesson about getting shitfaced (did the time I went and rescued Micah Anders [Chapter 16]). I looked up to see Liam slip back into the living room area a minute later.

[Gave him the full monty,] Neil pathed. I smiled. [Good. Let's get him home first before we make our move.]

[Good idea,] Neil agreed. We settled down on the couches and relaxed. Tom Jeffers was in the kitchen making a big pot of chili. Liam finally noticed I was smoking a cigar.

"You smoke?" he asked.

"Every now and then," I replied. "My mutant talent lets me do it safely."

Liam blinked "Mutant talent?" he asked, providing me with the opening I needed.

"Yeah, mutant talent. My body can heal it's self much more rapidly than usual," I said, picking up a small knife off the cutting board where we had been cutting slices of cheese and sausage. I sat down next to him and cut a line in my forearm, causing the wound to bleed rapidly. A moment later the wound vanished, leaving no scars behind. Liam's eyes got bigger than dinner plates.

"That's not all, either. There was a very evil dude calling himself the Professor. He grabbed me off the streets of Kiev in Russia. He 3; he decided it would be fun to mess around with me," I said, the memories coming back to me. I felt Neil's arms go around me and I drew strength from that.

"He strapped me down to a table and somehow managed to get a super strong metal called adamatium bonded to my skeleton. In addition to that, he implanted these into my arms," I said, popping my claws out. "They stay inside my forearms and then come out of my hands when I need them." Liam turned pale at the sight of the six razor sharp claws. I retracted them a moment later and sighed.

"David Logan found me while on a mission in Russia. Neil saved my life by getting inside my head and fixing a few things. The Russians decided that David Logan should adopt me and take me home with him. Since then my life has gotten better, learning so much about myself and what it is I can do, but most of all knowing that I have been accepted for who and what I am. Dad wouldn't care if I was normal or mutant, he's proven to me he loves me and so have my three brothers. My life is nearly normal," I said, sitting back and gently squeezing Neil's hand.

"Why would someone do that to you?" Liam asked softly. I sipped my drink and thought for a moment. "I don't have a clear answer, Liam. God only knows what the Professor had in mind. Fortunately he doesn't have all of his research on what he did to me anymore. My brother Shiro uploaded the entire contents of his computers to English Secret Service just before we blew up his base. One of these days I will ask him why if I ever meet him again."

Liam nodded. "I hope you get even with him."

I thought about that. For the longest time I had entertained thoughts of killing the man but as time passed those thought had come less and less, to be replaced with thoughts of how best to use the abilities to help those in need. I know Zeus would tell me that I was changing my thinking about myself and he is right. I decided to call him first chance I got when I got home.

"You said Neil got into your head and fixed things. How did he do that? I heard his voice in my head. How did he do that?" Liam asked.

I looked over at Neil. "That's your department, brother."

Neil laughed out loud. "I am what people would call telepathic. I project my thoughts into people's heads, and find out what they are thinking. The only reason I went into your head because it was the easiest way for me to tell you things. I give you my word of honor, I will never invade your private thoughts without your permission."

Liam nodded to that. "I trust you."

I watched as Liam dropped his arm down on the couch's armrest, only to discover it wasn't there. The look on his face when he discovered he was floating two feet [60 cm] above the couch was priceless.

"You're telekinetic," he gasped.

Neil grinned as he put Liam down. "Very good."

"I saw something about all of this on the Discovery channel sometime ago," Liam said. "It was so interesting to watch people bend spoons and so on."

"I'm much more powerful than that," Neil said. "There are different levels of power, and my abilities seem to be without limits."

Liam shook his head in amazement. "You guys certainly are unique. Now I know why you guys were so highly recommended."

"Thanks," I said. "There's a lot of others who will agree with you." Tom then called us into the dining room for dinner, and then after that we called it a night. We were tired from the day's events.

Neil

"The guy that the director fired from the movie had it all planned out. He wanted to blow up the building with all three of you inside. Fool made one mistake, and that was not knowing about your special talents," he grinned.

"Always bet on Samurai Inc. coming to the rescue," I said. Jackie nodded. "Your dad was a hell of a guy. He took his job seriously, and he never failed to help somebody in need. Too bad the current Navy brass can't understand that," Jackie said. Liam walked into the living room and handed Sacha the phone. Sacha took it and went to the far corner of the room and started talking.

"I take it the rat is going up on attempted murder charges?" I said.

Jackie grinned. "From what the chief of police in Big Bear says, the case against him will be so easy. The dude keeps screaming about deranged wolves attacking him." Liam grinned as I broke out in laughter. Jackie grinned as well.

"Gee, I wonder why," Liam said with a straight face. All three of us broke up in laughter once more.

"Well, I'll get out of here and leave you kids alone. Take care," he said as he left. Now we had the house to ourselves. I turned as Sacha hung up the phone.

"Everything cool?" I asked.

Sacha nodded. "Yup. The Oakends decided it was better to reschedule the PR shows for another day once all that business is done with. The studios agreed and so did Jim Casey. He wants to hire us to protect Liam for when the trial starts."

I yawned as I sat down. "Good deal. We can do that."

"Why don't I give you guys the tour?" Liam said.

"Cool. We can dump our bags into the bedroom later," Sacha said. As houses go this one was pretty much typical. The hot tub and the playroom (not that kind of playroom guys) were extras and the game systems were certainly up to date. Liam even had a few games we didn't have back home yet.

"Why don't I run our bags upstairs to the guest room before we start running a game marathon?" I suggested.

"How about jumping into the Jacuzzi first? I'm in the mood for a little relaxation first," Liam said.

If ever there was a perfect opportunity that was it. I turned and floated the luggage upstairs as Sacha opened one of the ops laptops we had and booted it up, starting an after action report. I felt Liam come up the stairs behind me and knew that Liam had taken the bait. I grinned. I did a slow strip and the stretched out on the bed. I took my six inches [15 cm] in hand and started stroking myself off. I felt Sacha come up behind Liam.

"Oh yes," I groaned as I shot off. I looked down in time to see Liam shoot a respectable load himself.

"Nice cock," I said. Liam leapt straight up banging his head against the bottom of Sacha's chin as I sat up on the bed. Sacha stumbled backwards in surprise, not expecting him to do that. Liam stood there looking like a deer having got caught in headlights.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

Liam rubbed the top of his head. "I'll live. How did you guys know?" I led Liam into the room as Neil wiped himself off with a t-shirt.

"Easy. It was obvious from the looks you were giving us. Sacha saw you watching me and I saw you watching Sacha. I didn't have to go inside your head to figure it out," Neil said.

Liam sighed. "I've wondered if I was nuts for wanting to look at another guy."

"Happens to all of us guys. We're curious about what the other guy has in his pants. Nothing unusual about that," Sacha said.

"So you don't think I'm nuts," Liam said.

"Hell no," I said. "I have an idea if you're game. Let's hit the Jacuzzi naked and talk." Liam smiled. "Count me in." Sacha stood up and stripped down naked as Liam watched. Then he did it and he certainly had a nice body to look at. We headed down after Liam grabbed three towels from the bathroom. The Jacuzzi by then was at the right temperature and we slid in. I sighed as I closed his eyes.

"This feels good," Sacha commented.

"This feels great!" Liam laughed. "I've been in here naked a few times on my own, but never with anyone else. Don't think I'll forget this!" I smiled. "Happens all the time back home. All of us guys on the team are real comfortable doing it."

"Sure, because it's around family and not strangers or clients," Liam remarked. Oh how little did he know! But I wasn't about to blow client confidentiality and a half dozen team rules in the process. One day he'll find out. For now all he knew was just the three of us together.

"Um, do you guys mind if I ask something?" Liam asked a moment later. I nodded. "Sure. We'll give you the honest truth."

"Are you guys gay?" Liam asked, blushing slightly. I nodded. "Yes we are. Sacha and I are a couple and have been long before we became brothers. We're out to our brothers and our Dad, but nobody else. We know for sure people wouldn't understand."

"Wow, that's cool. Gives a whole new meaning to brotherly love," Liam commented as he shifted on the seat.

"That it does. We wouldn't have it any other way," I said. I had the feeling Liam wanted to ask something else. I looked at Sacha and he gave me a slight nod. We had just agreed to play with Liam.

"Both of us from time to time like to play a little," I began cautiously. "Both of us have three simple rules."

"What are they?" Liam asked.

"No means no, do only what the other guy is comfortable with, and always use protection," I said. Liam thought about that for a moment. "Damn good rules. So what do we do first?" I smiled. Playtime had just started.

Sacha

"It's different in countries, Liam. Doctors here in America say it's a good thing to do, but a majority of European countries don't, saying there is no medical reason for doing it. They are right, too. My parents had to fight the doctors in order for me to keep mine. I've read and watched many a debate over it and people say it should be the boy's choice to keep it or not. American doctors tend to be so stubborn over the issue. Fortunately for us we have a great doctor who not only listens to us, but also presents both sides of the issue fairly when discussing something with us. Since he knows that Sacha and I are a couple, he watches over us carefully and tests us every six months," Neil said. I got on the bed next to Liam as he had let go of me while listening to Neil.

"That's cool. Mine's all right, I guess. He does what he should," Liam said. I sighed. "That's a piss poor attitude for a doctor to have."

"My folks aren't happy about it but they really haven't had the time to go looking for another one. I wish they would," Liam sighed as I started exploring his body. Liam closed his eyes and sighed as Neil stretched out on his right side. Both of us began giving him the full pleasure treatment. He definitely responded well to it!

Our heads came together and we kissed. If I didn't know better I'd say that was his first kiss, but it wasn't as he later related to us. Turns out he'd done a few kissing scenes in the past and he could do it very well. Neil moved down a little and began licking and sucking on Liam's right nipple. Liam groaned into my mouth as he felt Neil's tongue working his right nipple.

"That so hot," he moaned as we came up for air. I went down to his left one and started do it while Neil took his turn kissing Liam. He was hot. He was eager for it. Neil came back down to his right one and started back in on it. We heard his moans of pleasure and felt him moving underneath us. He was truly enjoying himself, and so was I.

"Feels so good," Liam moaned out loud. I grinned. "Gets even better in a minute." Liam closed his eyes and sighed as he felt Neil's hand gently cup his teen balls and fondle them. I reached down and took his cock in hand and stroked him up hard. Neil by now had left Liam's nipple and was working his way down the slim teen's body. I wasn't too far behind myself.

"So 3; good 3; don't stop," Liam groaned. I wasn't going to stop. I was enjoying this way too much. Liam's cock stood up proudly, the little fringe of pubic hair around the base of his cock so soft and fine. I moved the tip of my tongue through his pubic hair and he groaned in ecstasy. He was enjoying the pleasures we were giving him. Neil and I competed for control of Liam's cock using our tongues on it. Liam was tensing up and I knew it wouldn't be too long before he blew.

"I'm cumming!" he gasped and then suddenly his load was flying everywhere. He blew several great shots onto our faces and into our hair. He shivered as Neil continued to lightly brush his fingertips across Liam's body, making the teen boy react. Finally we let him settle down as Neil and I turned our attention to each other.

"Make love to me brother," Neil whispered to me.

"Be my pleasure," I said. Liam watched with interest as I prepped Neil, lubricating and stretching his gate for m big cock. Neil rolled onto his back and Liam changed positions so he could watch me get inside Neil.

"Wow," he exclaimed as I got the head of my cock inside Neil. "You're really fucking him, man!"

"We prefer to say making love, Liam. What we have between us is really special," Neil sighed as I pressed home inside of him. I looked down at Neil and gave him a slight nod. He knew what I had just said.

"Liam, if you want, you can try it with one of us. Please use a condom when you do. We'll show you how to use one," Neil said as I began making love to him. Liam nodded as he watched us. He lay down on his torso and watched my cock pistoning in and out of Neil. Before I knew it I was cumming deep inside Neil. Neil smiled and sighed in satisfaction.

"Thanks lover," Neil said as he kissed me. We changed places and I took Neil deep inside of me. I have to tell you there is something about having your lover deep inside of you and the feelings are just so incredible. There is nothing that can top that. Ever.

The three of us relaxed after Neil had his orgasm deep inside of me. Liam was pulling on his cock slowly and in a lazy manner. I could tell he was thinking about something. I hoped he wasn't having second thoughts about what we had done.

"Are you okay?" I asked him. Liam looked up. "I'm okay. I'm just realizing that I could have had so much fun with myself and other boys if I hadn't been so scared to try it."

"Still have to be careful, though. I mean that. The wrong guy could literally ruin your life," I said.

"In terms of telling other people as well as catching something dangerous from him," Liam said.

"You got it," Neil nodded. Liam nodded. "I will be careful. I've been in the acting business long enough to know if someone's giving me an act or if they are truly serious."

"Just use your instincts and listen to them and you'll be fine," I said.

"Cool. You guys hungry? Would give me time to work out something in my head," Liam said. "I could cook up something." Neil and I beat him to the kitchen.

Neil

"Neil, what do you consider to be the most important thing in your life?" Liam asked as we dragged our asses back up to his room.

"Food and sex," I replied much to Liam's amusement. Sacha sighed as he stretched out on Liam's bed once more. "He's got it bad on the brain. Not a pretty sight." The three of us laughed at the humor and then relaxed. Liam seemed to come to a decision and turned to me.

"Neil, can I do it to you?" he asked. I nodded. "Sure. Just follow Sacha's directions." Sacha had gone into his bag and brought out three short ropes. Liam looked puzzled at them as I grinned.

"Neil sometimes likes to be tied up hand and foot while getting fucked," Sacha explained. "He likes a bit of kink." Liam blinked. "Okay, I think." I held out my wrists to Liam while Sacha told him how to tie them together while he bound my ankles together. I rolled onto my back and brought my feet up and put my hands to them. Sacha told him how to use the third rope to tie my hands and feet together. That opened me up considerably. I felt Liam's fingers enter me when he started to lubricate and stretch me out, following Sacha's directions. I shivered and moaned as his fingers turned and twisted inside of me. That was making me feel really good. Liam withdrew his fingers and moved up in place. He pushed my hands and feet back towards my head a little as he moved into place. I could feel the head of his cock at my gate.

"Go slow and easy. Neil knows what to do," Sacha coached Liam. I felt Liam gently push on my KY slicked gate and I pushed down a bit. The head of his cock popped in real easy. I moaned in pleasure.

"Push your cock in slowly until you get stopped," Sacha instructed Liam. I felt his hips press up against my ass a moment later. He relaxed for a moment and then he started the fucking, following Sacha's instructions until instinct took over and Liam was really doing it. Sacha sat next to my head and kissed me as Liam pounded my ass with his cock. I could feel it moving in and out of me, the rubber encased cock feeling good to me. I could hear Liam crying out in passion, as he got closer to his impending orgasm. Then suddenly he pressed himself against my ass and shook for a moment or two. I knew he just had his orgasm.

"I just came," he sighed. "God it felt so damn good." Sacha untied me and the three of us went into the shower and got cleaned up. Getting into bed, I spooned in behind Sacha as Liam spooned in behind me. I was looking forward to tomorrow morning's fun.

Chapter 29

Taj Taylor stood in the middle of the great room as I sized him up. He was about five foot two [1.57 m], brown hair, blue eyes, and had fair skin. He certainly was adorable. As I had been in Los Angeles the day before, I had been called by Mac and he asked me if I was available. I said yes.

"Steven Taylor was sent to me because he is looking for you guys. Seems there is a stalker chasing his kid and he wants the kid moved to a very safe place while the cops chase down the stalker. You up for the job?" Mac asked. Of course I was up for the job! I like a lot of the rock bands out there and Areosmith certainly fell into my top five list. The arrangements were made for me to meet them and smuggle the kid out of there and home to the mountain. That had been carried off perfectly and now here he was, standing in the middle of our living room.

"Grab your stuff and bring it with you," I told him. "I'll assign you to one of our guest rooms. Too bad the rest of the team isn't here right now." Everybody including Hejiro had gone to Peckertown for a week of rest and relaxation. There were some new places to check out back there and the team was to be part of the evaluation process the Jorgensen's had started to ensure that all new places would work out fine. Good people, the Jorgensen's.

"Here's your room," I said, stopping before a door. I dropped my bag by the door and led him inside. Taj smiled as he looked around.

"This is nice," he commented. "Much better than some of the places I've seen when I've gone on the road with Dad."

"Good, I'm glad you like it already. We put a lot of time and effort into making sure all of our guests got the best in comforts. You can either leave your bag on the bed and unpack later, or do it now before the grand tour," I said. He certainly didn't waste time thinking about it. "I'll take the tour, please."

"Good choice," I grinned. "Now then sir, right this way." Taj followed me through the house as I gave him the tour. He looked just like the average teen, nothing about him suggested he had a famous Dad in any way. I had the thought he preferred the plain look instead of what most teens liked these days. I have nothing against a piercing or two, but have you ever tried to kiss a kid who had a stud through his tongue? Kind of turns me off.

"This is cool," Taj's voice said, bringing me back to reality. We had just stepped into the games room (not that one!) and he spotted the pool table and the other stuff. He went to look at some of the pinball machines lined up along the back wall. David loves the older pinball machines and so do I. The large jukebox in the corner was loaded with some of our favorite cd's and was usually jumping when we were all home. Taj grinned when he spotted a few of his Dad's cd's in there.

"One last stop," I said, waving to him. I walked him out to the enclosed swimming pool area and gardens. He stood there and blinked. I think he was overcome by the sight.

"This is too awesome," he said.

"Shiro and David did most of the work in here," I said. "Personally, this is my favorite area. It's so relaxing to come out here and sit among the plants." Taj was looking into the pool and he pointed to something. "What's that down there?" I walked over to where he was and leaned over. The next thing I knew was being surrounded by water and my mind was going what the fuck? Then I realized what had happened. The little turkey had suckered me.

"Oh ha ha!" I said sarcastically when I surfaced. Taj was laughing his ass off as I climbed out of the pool, soaking wet. Lucky for me I had left watch, wallet, pager, and cell phone in the living room. I pulled my USP 9mm and shook the water out of it as his eyes grew big.

"You guys carry guns?" he asked. I nodded as I pulled the holster off my belt. I was glad I chose nylon.

"Yes we do," I said. "We do everything we can to protect our clients in any way we can, and that includes carrying weapons. David and I are ex navy Seals and our training includes weapons."

"Navy Seals?" Taj blinked. "You guys are cool!" I smiled at that. "Thanks. Reason I enlisted was because I wanted to get out of my small town and do something constructive with my life. The military is a good place for those who want to make something of themselves. The military can and will train you in just about anything. Serving your country, learning a trade, and getting paid for it. Good deal all around." Taj nodded. "Sounds like a good deal." I stripped off my clothes except for my boxers, which made Taj smile. It was a pair that had a cigar smoking Seal with a MP-5 in his flippers.

"Couldn't pass them up," I said. "Got a good deal on them."

"Whatever floats your boat," Taj cracked. I liked this kid.

It was coming up on six in the evening and Taj had been out by the pool for most of the day since he got here. I was wishing Jesus was here with me. The 12 year old I had met and fell for during the mission to Brazil had come home with us and had settled in very well. Loki, David's new boy had been excited about coming to the United States as well and took to life here just as quickly as Jesus had. They had plenty of help from the other guys and Hejiro started them in on the martial arts training he had Neil and Sacha doing. All four were learning fast and picking it up better than David and Hejiro hoped. All I can say is that life had definitely gotten much better for them and they were happy. I was happy to share my life and my bed with Jesus. The boy had improved greatly since coming here. I looked up as Taj stood up and stretched. I felt hungry and asked him what he wanted for dinner. He grinned at me.

"Sure you got plenty in the refrigerator?" he asked me. I raised my hands up. "Don't say it!"

"Say what?" Taj asked. "I am a growing kid." I sighed and shook his head as he laughed out loud.

"Is that all you ever think of?" I growled. "Sex and food? God, you kids." He grinned even wider. "Yes. A fully loaded pastrami on rye while stroking my hard six inches [15 cm]. Can't beat that." I shook my head as he rolled on the floor laughing his ass off. I headed to the kitchen and went through the refrigerator. Just enough for dinner and breakfast in the morning.

"We need to go shopping in the morning," I said. "Shouldn't take long." If only had I known that a simple shopping trip would turn into a huge shootout and more I'd have stayed home.

We sat in the TV room and watched "Armageddon" with Bruce Wilkes on the big screen after dinner. Taj sang the lyrics to his Dad's sound track and he sounded pretty good. He sounded almost like his Dad.

"There's a recording studio I forgot to show you," I said during a slow moment in the film. "I'll show it to you later."

"Cool," he said. "I can carry a decent tune and I do okay on a guitar." I did show him the recording studio and he was impressed with it including the pictures of the singers we've had up here in the past.

"I like Billy Golman," he said, pointing to his picture. "Powersound is way cool too. I'd love to meet those guys."

"That could be arranged," I said. "Perhaps I could fly you down there sometime." Taj nodded. "Always wanted to check out that town."

"Just a wild guess but I'd say you are gay," I said. He turned to face me. "Does that bother you?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I'm gay myself." Taj grinned. "That's cool. Dad has a few friends who are gay. Nicest people you ever want to meet. But for someone like me, getting into a relationship is a hard thing."

"Because you are a celebrity in a way of speaking. The world's media is always focused on you," I stated. Taj sighed. "Isn't that a fact. Seems every time I turn around there's a camera pointed at me. So irritating, you know?" I nodded. Just about every celebrity we've protected has complained about the media and the paparazzi following them. Nothing new there.

"I can believe it. We encounter the same trouble when we are escorting someone," I sighed. "Makes our job harder that it should be." We went into the huge living room area and I looked up at the clock. "Getting late. Want to turn in for the night?" He nodded. "Sure." He followed me up after I went around making sure everything was secure for the night. Taj stopped at his door and said goodnight. I could feel something from him, a wanting to be in someone's arms tonight. I wasn't in the habit of jumping into someone's bed very fast and tonight I wasn't really in the mood.

"You know where my room is if you need anything," I said. Taj nodded. "Thanks. See you in the morning." I watched him turn around and head into his room for the night. I headed into mine and hoped tomorrow would be a good day.

After breakfast and a workout for both of us, we headed into town. Taj was relieved that the girls he saw weren't trying to chase him.

"I guess Dad's efforts at trying to keep my life normal is working," he said as we walked into Brand's superstore. It was called a superstore for the simple reason was that it literally had everything you needed to get, from cheese strings to golf balls. Golf balls in a food store. Go figure. I got a cart and consulted my list.

"Just start at one end of the store and go to the other," Taj advised. "That's what Dad does." Sounded like a good idea so I did it. We started in the produce section, getting the usual greens and fruits. We try to eat healthy as much as we can when we aren't on the road. After the produce section, we moved on to the next department, picking up what we needed. One of the baggers showed up with an empty cart and took the full one up front and put it aside. The manager didn't blink at the size of our order anymore, knowing full well who we were and what we did. Taj looked up at me in surprise.

"They must know you guys fairly well around here," he commented. I grinned. "Yup. When we are at home and not working for a client, we go to school here and quite often participate in a number of activities here in town. Once in a while we perform a valuable service removing the criminal element from the good folks." Taj nodded. "That's very cool." As I reached for a needed item in the spices section, I had the funny feeling that something was about to happen. I straightened up and casually walked out of the aisle and looked around. A guy in a long trench coat and a watch cap had walked in. That set off the alarms in my head. If you see someone in a long overcoat walk into a place, you know he's about to pull a crime job with a shotgun. The man wandered into the produce section and he looked around like he was assessing the situation. The produce manager, an old man named Bert, walked up to him.

"Can I help you find your item?" he asked pleasantly. The man pushed him back as he brought up his shotgun, Bert immediately shifted, going for the avocado display and going down to the floor. The man fired, pulverizing the oranges into instant orange juice. I pulled my USP 9mm and told the guy to drop the shotgun. He opened fire on me and missed. Taj immediately dropped onto the floor. That set off mass panic inside the store. The produce section immediately cleared out fast. The man moved backwards as I stepped back into the safety of the shelves of creamed corn. He fired once more and the boxes of Captain Crunch disappeared and crunch berries showered me. Never did like the Captain.

"Taj, once I get around the corner, get into one of the check stands and say in it," I told him. He nodded and I moved around the shelf to see where he'd gone. He wasn't there. I went down the produce section and peeked around the backside of the shelf to see him casually strolling along. I saw a group of frightened women ahead of him. He was reloading his shotgun.

"Specials on bad guys, aisle four!" I yelled. He whipped around and I pulled back just as he fired, wasting the display of Elvis dishes. Looks like Elvis won't be getting his money from here. I brought up my USP and put the sights into the center of his mass and fired. He went down, the bullet hitting him right in the middle of his chest, knocking him down. I came around the corner keeping my gun trained on him and looked up to see the women had moved when I distracted him. That took my eyes off him and when I looked back, he was sitting up and bringing his shotgun up. Oh shit. I dived into the next aisle just as he fired, removing Mr. Clean from the end display. I like Mr. Clean. The dude is handsome in his own unique way. One thing became clear to me as I hustled down the aisle. He was wearing body armor. This would complicate things. I hate complicated things.

I watched the guy in the overhead mirror as he walked into the next aisle, screaming something about being a soldier of the new world order and that he was a messenger, sent to remove the unworthy. Okay, can we all say loony? He had to be stopped, and I was the one to do it. I looked to my left and saw Taj using the phone. Good, he was getting me backup. I peeked into the next aisle and saw that it was clear. I looked into the overhead mirrors and noticed he had disappeared. So not good. I moved to the next one and saw him doing a taste test on bottles of flavored ice tea, dropping the bottle on the floor if he didn't like it. Bad shopping manners. I moved into a shooter's position as he raised his shotgun. I fired first, putting a bullet into the left shoulder. He grabbed it and screamed out in pain.

"You unworthy!" he shouted. "You shall die first, infidel!" I really wish the bad guys would come up with something much more original. Their lines are so fucking old by now that most of them are drawing Medicare.

Before I gave him a chance to recover, I fired again. The fucker was ready and moved in the nick of time, avoiding my shot. Well fuck me. I'll have to try harder. He brought up his shotgun as he moved back, making me dive to the floor to avoid getting shot. He removed a row of those energy drinks, creating a neat rainfall of the stuff.

"Clean up on aisle ten!" he crowed. Bastard stole my line. I rolled backwards as he fired again and missed me by scant inches taking out half the end display of Oreo cookies. Not my favorite veg out in front of the TV food! Now this was fucking war! I rose up a little and fired twice, hitting asshole in the left shoulder again. Three for three. That really set him off. He raced after me as I hid in one of the check stands. He fired wildly, removing items around the check stands and decaffeinated a few of the computers. I popped up from number three.

"Price check on shotgun shells on number three!" I yelled, getting his attention. I dropped back down as he charged, shooting his shotgun wildly once more. He was using his right hand and supporting the shotgun with his left. He seemed to be handling the pain well. That told me either he was pumped up on something or somebody had trained him. After getting a look at his big eyes, I took the first option. He stopped at number two and slid in through the customer lane. He jumped as I popped up behind him in six. He turned and glared at me. I smiled and then tilted my head like I had heard a noise from somewhere.

"I hear bells," I commented. I had seen Penny the seafood manager and Taj slowly come up waving frying pans. I knew what was going to happen next.

"I hear nothing," he snarled, "except your dying screams." Both Penny and Taj timed their swings, the frying pans impaction the bad guy's head on each side right at the exact moment. His eyes crossed up and he went down to the floor. Taj leaned over the counter at one and smiled. "You do now!" I leaned back against the manager's podium feeling tired.

Mugs and his deputies were still grinning as they loaded asshole into the waiting ambulance. One of the deputies was sent after the ambulance. Mugs followed me to the cold beer case as I helped myself to one. I told him my view of things while someone else interviewed Taj.

"I thought we got rid of these nutcases after the Micko Howard business," I said. Mugs sighed. "A new bunch took over the property that we cleared out after you guys went to South America. They have been causing trouble ever since. I'll choke this guy's neck to get every last detail I can."

"Let me know if you need help clearing them out. I'll call in some friends of ours to help," I said. "I'm sure they would relish the chance to kick ass." Mugs and I grinned, both of us knowing full well who I was referring to. It had been some time since I'd played with the Teams and always looked for every chance to do so.

"Come on kid," I sighed. "We gotta go."

"Go where?" Taj asked. I held up the list. "We still need stuff at the house," I said, making a face. People laughed as we walked out.

Back at the house after getting what was needed at another supermarket, we relaxed after getting everything put away.

"That was fun," Taj commented. "Let's see, Dear Dad, having a wonderful time. Played shoot 'em up at the local grocery store today." I looked over at him. "Don't think your Dad would love that."

"Hey, it was totally unexpected. Dude is responsible for his own actions, totally knew what he was doing," Taj said. I could not argue with that. It was true. The same thing could be said for all the bad guys I've decaffeinated during my time with the Teams. I know Dave would say the same.

"So what do we do now?" Taj asked.

"Rest and recuperate, starting with a good soak in the Jacuzzi," I said, getting up off the couch.

"Sounds good to me," Taj said as he followed me out to the indoor pool. I pointed to the bathhouse on the right of the pool, surrounded by leafy ferns and small bushes. "You can change into a pair of Speedos in there. Should be one in your size."

"Nah," he said, "I'll go natural." I turned around in surprise as he said that, watching him shed his clothes. He smiled as the expression on my face changed as I inspected him. Taj stood about five foot three, slim body, and a four-inch soft penis surrounded by brown colored pubic hair cut short and neatly trimmed.

"Like what you see?" he smiled.

"Yes, including your hair," I said. Taj grinned. "Thanks. A friend of mine turned me onto it when I first started growing them. He said if I kept the hair short and neatly trimmed I could use a condom without getting the hairs trapped in it. He was right."

"Something I learned a long time ago," I said, remembering Donnie, the drill instructor's son where I had taken basic training right out of high school. He was a sweet kid and he taught me so much. I wondered if he would still remember me. One of these days I have to look him up.

"You coming in?" Taj's voice broke into my thoughts. I looked over at the Jacuzzi in time to see him slide into it. I didn't hesitate to climb out of my own clothes as Taj wolf whistled. I grabbed a cold soda for him and a cold beer for me and joined him in it. We sat there for a time soaking up the hot water and feeling good. I hummed a moment or two as I wiggled my shoulders. Taj moved behind me and I felt his hands on my shoulders, starting to massage them.

"Feels good," I sighed.

"Good," Taj said. He kept working my shoulders for a few minutes as I sighed in pleasure.

"Is there a better place to do this?" Taj asked a moment later. I slid out of the Jacuzzi and he followed me over to the small shed. I opened it and a moment later had the massage table set up.

"Get on it," Taj said, and for the next half hour I enjoyed a great massage. He really knew how to do it right. I enjoyed every minute of it. When I slid off the table and turned to him, I saw something in his eyes.

"Would 3; you make love to me?" he asked. I took him by the hand and led him into the house up to my room.

I looked down at his sleeping face. He looked so relaxed, a faint smile on his lips. I thought back to the lovemaking we did last night. He had been a joy to please. I took the time to explore his body, giving him pleasure like he'd never felt before. He was gay, but the only pleasure he'd known was his hands. He told me he'd lie on his bed and touch himself for hours, working himself up to a good jack off. So I did just that, and added a few more things to the list of his firsts. His first kiss sent him over the moon. It didn't take long for him to get the hang of kissing. His lips were soft and the right size for kissing. My hands wandered over his slender body as I taught him French kissing. He was a fast learner. I skillfully played his erogenous zones just right, teaching him about erotic touch. I taught him the best way to touch, caress, and fondle the cock and balls. He nearly went out of his mind. I showed him the joy of cocksucking, tasting his boyhood deep in my mouth. He discovered the joys of orgasms. I tasted his essence, sucking it out of his balls, through his cock, and into my mouth. The he surrendered himself to me, my cock going deep inside of him, showing him how sweet lovemaking is, was, and should be. He writhed, moaned, thrashed, whimpered, and enjoyed his first time having a cock deep inside of me. Once he rested, he returned the favor to me.

Taj demonstrated how well he learned the techniques that I taught him. His mouth on my manly nipples was hot. Feeling his tongue move across my nipples excited me. Feeling his hands and fingers explore my body turned me on. Feeling his mouth engulf my cock was bliss. His tongue exploring my gate nearly made me cum. I moaned with pleasure as his young cock sank into a man for the first time. His intercourse technique would get better over time, but having his young cock inside of me for the first time thrilled me. There is nothing more exciting than having a boy sink his young cock into me for his very first time. I sincerely hoped he would remember this day well into his golden years. Finally he lay down beside me, the glow from his face brightening the room. I knew without a doubt he was happy. We would talk in the morning.

We did, and I added more to his knowledge of the joys of male love by showing him the book The Joys of Gay Sex. Unfortunately it is now long out of print and the only way to find it is to see if anyone has old copies for sale through Amazon.com or a similar website. He was fascinated by the descriptions and the artistic drawings. We read it together over the span of the day and I answered many of his questions, even about bdsm. I took him down to the playroom and let him look around. He was fascinated by some of the things but a little nervous by others.

"That's okay," I said, "it's not for everyone. Some people set limits as to how far they want to go, and others want to experience it all." For his first experience in bondage, I put wrist and ankle cuffs on him with a short chain between his ankle cuffs and used a double snap to hold his hands in front of him. I slipped a black leather collar around his necks and led him around the house on a black leather leash for a few hours. He got comfortable with that and then I took him back down to the playroom and set him up on an adjustable "I" frame, his hands spread out over his head and his feet spread out on the floor. I set the movable beam to make him stick his ass out a little, allowing me to lubricate and stretch him out for a fucking. He moaned out loud as I inserted my cock into his newly fucked ass and rode him to a great orgasm, me inside his ass and Taj into the bowl in front of his contained cock. We switched places and Taj rode my ass again, really enjoying it. He even put the leather cuffs on me and led me around the house for the rest of the day. Of course I took him to my bed that night and we enjoyed some more male loving. I know he learned the difference between sex in the playroom and making love in the bedroom. I know I had when I was a thirteen-year-old catamite to my twenty something neighbor down the street. Maybe someday I'll tell that tale.

Taj stayed a full week with me. We did hang out by the pool a lot, getting tanned and doing a lot of swimming. Most nights we were either in my bed or his bed making love to each other. One night I played master and took him through the playroom and he enjoyed the experience. I had a good time putting him through some of the mild scenes in the room. For Taj it was a very positive experience. I wanted it to be so I had planned on doing some of the mild scenes on him and it worked out very well, the only sore spot was that one of the vibrators chose to up and die on me in the middle of a climax he was experiencing. I changed the batteries and started the scene all over again and he really enjoyed a second orgasm, this one a lot stronger that the first one. Naturally the scene included me riding his ass. That he enjoyed more than the other stuff.

The last night he was with me we stayed in my room, making love to each other slow and easy, taking the time to really enjoy the pleasure. He was lying on top of my torso, his torso against mine as he rocked back and forth, our cocks trapped between each other. His eyes were closed and he was moaning in passion. I felt him shiver knowing he just went. That thought made me cum too. He backed off and lay next to me, running his fingers through the puddles of sperm on my tummy, mixing his boy sperm with my man sperm. After a few minutes I got up and took him b the hand and led him to the tub in my private bath. We got into it after having drawn the bath and slowly washed each other tenderly like lovers do. We sat there for a bit discussing a number of things until the water got cold. Then it was back to bed and sleep. What ever it was that was troubling him I hope got settled. Taj is only twelve and really to young to worry about things that are going on in the world and particularly his world. He didn't come out and actually say it, but I think he was dreading his Dad's reaction to his being gay. I told him if he really loves you he'll accept you for who and what you are. That seemed to settle his fears for the moment. He decided to let things happen as they will and deal with what comes. I told him that was a very mature decision. Hearing that from me seemed to have settled something in his mind and he relaxed.

We flew out of Logan's mountain in the Cessna at nine the next morning, heading for Los Angeles. I planned on leaving him with his Dad and the LA cops and then sneaking back into the closed set disguised as a set construction guy. I had the feeling the stalker would show up there. I had learned long ago never to ignore my instincts. I kept the plan to myself not telling Taj about it. I had a couple of ideas as to who the stalker might be but didn't want to reveal my suspicions to Taj. We landed at Van Nuys airport around eleven late morning and was met by a limo. I studied the driver and didn't get anything funny from him. We piled in and it was off to the CBS studios where the band was. Some kind of recording session for a TV special to be aired later in the year. The limo pulled into the studio parking next to the sound stage where the band was. While Taj was enjoying a reunion with his Dad I took the opportunity to look around. No matter how good security claims they are, they always screw up someplace. The AV (area of vulnerability) was at a side door where a guard was supposed to be checking picture id's of everyone coming in. He was simply waving them through. This was going to be easier than I thought. After talking to Steven Taylor, I shook his hand and went off in the limo. I had the driver let me out at another sound stage nearby and he rolled on. Now it was time to put my plan into effect. I quickly acquired (stole the stuff actually) a tool belt, hardhat, an id that identified me as a temporary, and a pair of wrap around Gargoyle shooting glasses. Now it was time to get to work. I knew I could pull this off, having done my share of construction before. I sauntered in through the door and got waved through (asshole got an F for failing to do his job properly from me) and disappeared inside the place. From my spot I could see everything and everybody with the help of a small pair of binoculars. Then I spotted my suspect leaning against the far wall intently staring at Taj. Oh yes, he definitely was the one. I headed down to ground floor, carrying a length of rope, head down slightly so nobody would think twice about asking me who I was, and kept my fingers crossed. I saw Taj walk off towards the restrooms, the tango suddenly moving with him. I watched from behind a stack of pallets as the tango looked around before slipping inside the restrooms. I dropped the rope, tool belt, and the hardhat and jogged into the bathrooms. I stopped by the door and pulled my USP and nudged the door open. The tango had Taj pressed up against the wall, trying to turn him around facing the wall while trying to yank his pants down. I slipped up behind him and pressed the USP 9mm against his left temple.

"Hi. If you don't let go you will die in five seconds," I whispered into the man's ear as I pulled the hammer back. If you don't think the sound of a weapon's action being slowly engaged isn't that loud, I suggest you go into a room by yourself, hold the gun of choice up to your ear (empty of course. Do you really think I'm fucking stupid to try it loaded??), and slowly work the action of pull the hammer back. Real fucking loud, hey? Apparently tango thought so and he let go of Taj instantly. Taj drew a breath and let out one hell of a yell that hurt my ears and Mr. Tango's ears as well. I winced and kept gun and my attention on the tango. Tango stuck his fingers in his ears as Taj ran out yelling his head off. Talk about getting attention, the bathroom filled up with security and LAPD in seconds.

"Hi guys, this here is Mr. Tango, the dude who has been chasing Taj Taylor. Mr. Tango, say hello to the nice cops," I said cheerfully as Taj and Steven Taylor made an appearance in the bathroom.

"Danny!" Taj yelled. "I thought you left!"

"And miss a golden opportunity to hear your Dad work the vocal scales in his unique way? Not a chance," I said as the crowd laughed. "Oh Mr. Tango, this here is Steven Taylor. He's Taj's Daddy. I do believe he wants to say something to you." I backed off keeping tango in my sights as two cops removed handcuffs from their belts. Steven smiled nicely. "Sure I'd like to say something." He grabbed tango by the ponytail and rammed his face into the wall a few times. "That completes the conversation." The cops cuffed the dude and dragged him off. The studio heads showed up along with the head of security and I expressed a few choice words about the officer at the door. Said officer was speedily escorted out the nearest gate and relieved of his job. Tango taken out, Taj protected, and security fixed. Mission accomplished.

In the penthouse suite of the Hollywood Marriot, I enjoyed my first cold one of the day as Steven came back from the bedroom where Taj was.

"He's asleep. Been a long day for him. Stressful one too. I just can't say it enough, thanks so much for coming back," Steven said.

"Just a feeling I had," I said. "I trust my feelings when they are trying to say something to me." Steven nodded. "Glad you listened to that little voice." I nodded. "So am I." Steven reached for a Budweiser as I finished off a bottle of Corona. I reached into the wet bar refrigerator and came up with Heineken this time. I grinned.

"Ever had this on tap an hour old out of the cold tank at the brewery in Holland?" I asked Steven. "Talk about going down so fine and smooth." Steven chuckled. "Could say the same for Bud." We sat there for a few minutes before Steven spoke up. "Taj seems different. What happened out there?" I looked up. "I think that should be between you and him. I can't betray his confidence." Steven nodded. "I'll talk to him first chance I get. You'll hang around for a few days, can you?"

"Sure. Like I told Taj earlier, Can't pass up an opportunity to hear you work those vocal ranges in your unique manner," I grinned. Steven laughed out loud. "Dude, you're too cool."

"I try," I smiled. He shook his head as he headed off to his own bedroom for the night. I sat there for a bit longer as I worked on the bottle I had in my hand. I hoped I had been a positive influence on Taj. Only time would tell and I hoped that he would have a strong relationship with his Dad, something I never had with my folks. I sighed and headed off to bed myself.

I sat at the counter the next morning, sipping fresh coffee as Steven stumbled into the kitchen, followed by Taj. I decided now was a good time for me to leave them alone for a bit so I headed back into the bedroom I had and shaved, showered, and dressed for the day. I cracked the door and I could hear their voices in the kitchen but not what they were saying so I closed the door and turned to the ops laptop Shiro had assigned me and started writing and after action report. I finished that when my cell rang. The display read Lt. Roadey.

"Bad guys disposal service," I said. Laughter came back at me. "LAPD, we cuff 'em and stuff 'em."

"Hey Don, what's the word on Mr. Happy?" I asked. "Mr. Happy is what I am this morning. You bagged a major due yesterday. We crashed his place with a warrant this morning two hours ago. This dude was hired to pinch the kid and cart him off to Mexico to be packaged for the slave market in South America," Roadey said. That chilled me to the marrow. "Did he say who the buyers were?"

"Somebody nasty that goes by the name Weston," Roadey said. "No other details and he didn't elaborate." Anderson, Benjy, the Jorgensons, and one master in England were about to get emails from me with pictures attached.

"Oh shit," I said.

"Not in my coffee boy," came the quick response. I snorted. "Fine. Any evidence in his place?"

"A ton of it. Dude kept very detailed records in his laptop, including some very not so legal pictures as well. He'll turn very grey in the slam," Roadey said.

"Thanks pal. Owe ya," I said.

"Fuck you very much," he said and hung up. I leaned back, my mind working on this new wrinkle. I retrieved my digital I had the foresight to have with me yesterday to photographed the nasty boy and downloaded the pics into my laptop and sent out the emails promptly. I was sure I'd hear from Anderson and the kindly old gent master Bert very soon. I was suddenly aware of a lack of noise in the place and pulled my USP 9mm and went looking. I found Steven and Taj in the kitchen staring deep into their respective coffee cups.

"They need to be empty in order to read your future," I said. "I can't read coffee grinds and Harry Potter isn't available at the moment." Steven cracked up at that. "You're quick on the quips."

"Dave Logan was a good teacher. He's a natural at it," I said.

"Goblet of Fire comes out November 18th," Taj said. I smiled. "I know. Can't wait to see it." Steven nodded and sighed. I took that to be a sign of some sort.

"Dad and I just had a conversation," Taj said quietly. I nodded. "I see."

"I think it went well," Steven said. Taj smiled. "I agree." Now I had to smile. "A lot of what I said I based on my own personal experience. I can't predict what's going to happen in your futures, but I do hope that both of you can find the time and space to talk about issues that are on your respective plates." Steven turned to me and shook my hand as Taj stood up and walked around to my side of the table and hugged me tight.

"Time waits for nobody. We gotta get," Steven said.

In the middle of the show disaster struck. Steven was having trouble with his throat. I watched concerned as Taj and the band's manager looked on as the doctor tried to find out what was going on. Steven was writing notes to Taj and I saw one that said Taj was to go on in his place.

"I know the songs," Taj said as the doctor led Steven away. The guys nodded and helped Taj get set up with the electronics he needed as he changed shirts, pulling on a short sleeved button up. He left the top two undone. He went out there as Areosmith was introduced. He did the first two with no problem. Steven reappeared next to me.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yeah. Had a bunch of junk sitting in the middle of my throat," Steven said. "They got it out." I nodded as I turned back to the stage. Taj stepped forward and the crowd paid attention. He signaled the band to wait a moment.

"Hi. Hope all of you are having a good time tonight," he started. "This next song my Dad wrote for a movie and when I heard it for the first time it got to me in a way that I never thought a song could. One of the lines goes don't want to close my eyes, cause I don't want to miss a thing. Well, that line hit home to me last night as my Dad and I had a conversation about us being father and son. I think being Steven Taylor's son is pretty cool, but it goes way beyond that. I enjoy the strong relationship we have together and it means so much to me. To borrow Dad's line, I don't want to close my eyes, cause I don't want to miss a thing that happens between us. This song is for my Dad," Taj said. I saw Steven's eyes mist over, and some of the people were wiping their eyes as well. Taj put a lot of emotion into the song and just before it ended, Steven broke and headed out to the stage. Taj turned to see him coming and both of them grabbed each other in a powerful hug. There was total silence as the backlights faded, leaving father and son in just the spotlight. Then someone started to clap and before long the theatre was exploding with the sound of applause and cheers. I think Taj made a real impact that night with what he said about his Dad and sharing his emotions in the song. Some one years later asked Taj what the best moment of his life was and he would tell them about this night. I don't think there could have been a better tribute to a Dad.

I decided this would be a good time for me to slip away and leave them together, but fate had other plans. The band's manager informed Steven he was needed in San Francisco for a benefit. Steven was very unhappy about it. He discussed it with the band and the decision was made to go and do it. I noticed Steven and Taj talking in the kitchen later that night about something. Steven approached me.

"Taj and I came up with a plan," he said.

"And that is 3;" I said.

"You stay with Taj tonight and tomorrow night. Then the both of us goes home to Boston and I clear my calendar of everything for a while," Steven said. I smiled. "Works for me."

Steven left late morning and Taj closed the door behind him. The plan had been rearranged once more when Mac called me out of the blue. Turned out he was leaving for a week and offered me his bungalow. Naturally I jumped on it. Steven got the number to my cell before he left and Taj and I checked out an hour later. The next forty-eight hours was ours. Taj got completely undressed once we had settled in and went out to the backyard and settled onto a lounger with a cold soda and his ipod. I got into the Jacuzzi with a beer and a cigar (a Don Tomas Maduro) and relaxed. I glanced over at Taj every now and then, gazing at his bare backside, my fantasies going wild. I knew tonight in bed would be fun for the both of us. I leaned back and sighed.

I was right. Taj was insatiable in bed. He worked me over, taking the time to give me a lot of pleasure. It felt good to have a boy nuzzle at my nipples while stroking my cock with his hand. Before I knew it he was sitting on my cock. I could feel it sliding up into his ass. All I could do was moan in pleasure as my big cock opened his ass up and accept it deep inside of him. He settled down on top of me once he'd taken me deep inside. He started moving up and down on me, my cock moving in and out of me at each bounce. I could feel something happening deep inside of me and I knew I was about to cum deep inside of Taj. I moaned out loud as I did cum. I felt my load rush through my cock and deep into his tight ass.

"Oh yes 3; feels so good," I moaned.

"This feels so good," Taj whispered softly as I finished my orgasm. "Wish I could keep you there forever." He slipped off me and lay next to me as I wiped him clean. I took him into my arms and hugged him close as I began to pleasure his body. He writhed underneath me as I sucked his nipples. He moaned out loud as I tweaked his nipples. Taj sighed as his hard six inches [15 cm] slid deep into me.

"Going to make love to you," he sighed. I felt his cock moving in and out of me. I can tell you for sure he felt good deep inside of me. I wanted him to enjoy his pleasure. He did, releasing deep inside of me. We relaxed and eventually went to sleep.

The next day we made love anywhere the mood struck us. Sometimes it was slow and lazy, sometimes very intense. But we enjoyed it and had a good time doing it. Somehow I knew that Steven knew about us. I hoped he wasn't mad. I didn't want the man angry with me. Taj assured me that wouldn't be a problem.

"Just be cool and you'll be just fine," he said. I took his advice and just relax. He helped by sucking my cock and balls and getting me to shoot off a few times more, in my mouth and in my ass. I did everything I could to please him.

"That was nice," he said a while later as we lay in bed, looking up through the skylight into the night sky full of stars.

"I enjoyed it," I said. Taj looked up through the skylight into the night sky. "I hope I get lucky and find the right boyfriend someday."

"Don't be in a hurry to," I said. Take your time and the right guy will find you." Taj grinned. "I will." I turned to him and started caressing his body once more as he sighed in pleasure.

Taj and his Dad left Thursday morning. I sat in the living room of Mac's bungalow and thought about my life. I counted myself pretty lucky to have it good. I just wished there was something we could do to help other gay kids but Peckertown was doing a much better job than anything we've ever found. I stood up and packed my own bags and headed for the airport. Time for me to head home. As I headed up into the blue morning sky, I wished Taj and his Dad well. I was sure they would encounter a few bumps in the road during their life's journey and I hoped they would make it over each one just fine. My thoughts turned to my own boy Jesus. Suddenly I couldn't wait to get back home.

Next time: Dylan and Cole Sprout from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody guest stars.

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