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Hours later, all the survivor's of the Legacy team and the Visagorum met on the main boat. Though two Legacy members had been killed in the fight, the losses were minimal thanks to the Visagorum joining the battle. Derek and a few others had finished their last sweep of the island. Michael, though still weak from this ordeal, joined them in the temporary battle room, despite Nick's complaining that he shouldn't be up yet. "Derek, I want to thank you. For all that you did for me, and for Nick." "I care about you both. How could I do anything less?" Michael noticed something was wrong with Derek, a far away look of uncertainty. "What is it?" "We never found my father's body." "Maybe he turned to dust when killed like the demons. After all, he wasn't exactly human anymore," Nick offered. "Maybe. I just wish I could be sure." While the rest of team and the rescued prisoners were getting everything ready to leave, Elizabeth and Maxwell came to Michael. Maxwell wanted to sneer at Nick, but a look from Michael told him it would not be a wise move. "Michael, I'm glad you are safe," Elizabeth said, hugging him warmly, "but we can't stay long. We have to finish what was started here, so that the demon mother can never be revived. Then, we have other duties to attend. Just don't wait so long for a visit, next time....preferably under better circumstances." Michael nodded, and he hugged Maxwell and Elizabeth once more before saying goodbye. "What do they mean?" Nick asked, voicing the question before Derek could. "They intend to destroy the island, the temple, and her remains....bury them all under rock and the sea forever." "They can do that?" Derek asked, full of curiosity as to the extent of their powers. "All twelve of them together can. Watch." As the Legacy watched from the ship, twelve shimmering forms flew over the island, hovering over the center which was the temple. First beams of light, so bright they hurt bounced between the Visagorum, forming a twelve pointed star in a circle. Then, as the intensity increased further, a single ray of the majestic light poured from their center, striking the temple and the remains. Before their eyes, the stone began to melt, and Shiraka Mopezzk's bones sank into the molten rock. The temple continued to melt, the beam seeming to grow, until the entire island began to crack and melt, hissing steam as it sank into the sea. Done, all that remained of the once evil island was a cloud of steam, rising into the sky. The Visagorum swirled together, forming one more bright burst of light, and they disappeared, leaving all the people their to stare in amazement at the power unleashed. "I had no idea. I never have seen such power released for the side of good," Derek gasped. "Yeah. We're lucky you guys are on our side," Nick said, giving Michael a gentle elbow. Michael smiled and wrapped his arms around Nick, leaning his head against Nick's. Nick smiled and took Michael's hand in his. Across the room, Phillip watched them. He was exhausted, but he couldn't sleep. Too much had happened recently he needed to deal with. Though, he did feel better after washing, getting into some decent clothes, and off that accursed island. It was good to see them both happy again, and despite all the pain he had to go through to help it happen, he would do it again in a second. Now, he just needed some time to work things out for himself, but with friends like them, the journey would be a lot easier. When this all began.... I knew there'd be a price.... Once upon a dream, I was lost in love's embrace There I found a perfect place Once upon a dream. Once there was a time Like no other time before Hope was still an open door Once upon a dream. And I was unafraid The dream was so exciting But now I see it fade And I am here alone.... Once upon a dream, You were heaven-sent to me Was it never meant to be? Are you just a dream? Could we begin again? Once upon a dream. -Once Upon a Dream from Jekyll and Hyde Produced by Frank Wildhorn and Karl Richardson Associate Producer, Orchestrated, and Conducted by Kim Scharnberg Executive Producer: Craig Kallman written by Frank Wildhorn and Leslie Bricusse based on the Robert Louis Stevenson story, "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" Atlantic Recording Corporation 75 Rockefeller Plaza, New York, New York 10019 A Time Warner Company (c) 1994 All rights reserved. No copyright infringement intended in using this excerpt. Epilogue: Two weeks had passed since Michael's return to the house. Nick and Michael had had several sessions together with Rachel, as well as some individual ones. It was taking time, but they were dealing with their problems, as they came. Today however, Rachel, who was also giving Phillip therapy for his recent experiences, as well as some old ones, had requested Nick and Michael sit in with Phillip for a group session. "Who wants to start?" Rachel asked. All of them looked at each other, not sure where to begin. They all had issues that needed to be worked through, issues related to each other, but none of them knew how to begin. "Perhaps you would like to start, Nick? Is there anything you want to say?" "Yeah. I was kinda planning to do it more privately, but I want to thank you, Phillip. I know we've had a lot of problems in the past, but you really are one of the closest and dearest people to me. Everyone in this house is my family, but you went beyond that Phillip. You risked yourself to see me happy, again. For that, no matter what falling outs may happen between us, I will always love you and be in your debt. You'll always have a place within my heart." "I don't know what to say, Nick," Phillip replied, tears forming on the edge of his eyes, "You mean so much to me, as a friend and as a brother. How could I do any less? I couldn't stand to see you so empty, so hurt. I knew Michael was in the same pain. I had to see you two whole once more, if I could. Despite all that I had to endure, I would do it again in a second." "D-do you mean that, Phillip?" Michael asked, "You would do that, even knowing what horrors you would face to bring me back again?" "Yes." "I so sorry, Phillip. I feel so much guilt over what happened," Michael confessed, trying to keep his emotions from overwhelming him. "I know, but it wasn't you tha' did those things t' me. Those monsters did. You stopped them from doin' it t' me as often as they would have liked, endured pain for me. You were the one who kept trying and found a way t' get us rescued. And you were the one who killed the lead demon, stopping further deaths of good people. You need t' let the guilt go, as I'm learnin' t' let the pain go." Michael nodded. It would not be easy, but they were all dealing with their own personal demons. Love and time would heal their wounds. They discussed many things that session, as they would in future sessions, and they would help each other heal. Michael was settling into bed, when Nick knocked on the door. "Come in." "Michael, I was wondering if I could sleep in here tonight. I really can't sleep well anymore without you." "Of course, love. For as long as you want to, I promise." Nick settled into bed, his head laying on Michael's chest. He lay their for nearly an hour, trying to sleep, but he couldn't. Being this close to Michael after their time apart had awakened desires and his hormones were going into meltdown. He wouldn't be able to sleep, until his hard-on was attended to. Carefully, Nick began inching off the bed, so as not to wake Michael. He was just removing his head from Michael's chest when Michael spoke. "Where are you going, Nick?" "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I have to use the restroom." "I wasn't asleep. You'll never be able to go with an erection like that." "You knew I was hot?" "Yes, you're very hot. I always thought so. As for your hardness, it was poking me in the thigh. I'm surprised you didn't notice the tent pole I'm sporting right now." Nick looked at the sheets, and sure enough, there was a nine inch tent poking up from Michael's lower half. "Why didn't you say anything?" Nick asked, with a seductive husk and a sly tone. "I wanted you to make the first move. But if you would rather just jack off...." Nick shut Michael up by throwing back the sheets and swallowing as much as he could of the large dick. Michael groaned his approval. He slid and twisted, until his face was level with Nick's own member. Just before devouring Nick, Michael looked at Nick's cock. He had almost forgotten how perfect it was. It was a bit larger than average, tanned to match his skin, and just the right girth. Thick veins pulsed in it, giving it a life and will of its own. Its head looked like a ripe, tan plum, just begging to be eaten. Michael sucked Nick in slowly, savoring the taste and running his tongue over every millimeter. Nick grunted and groaned, trying to buck in deeper. He wanted more of the incredible sensations, but Michael held Nick's hips, keeping it slow. Eventually, they both began to speed up, unable to hold out much more. They began going at such a furious speed, the bed began knocking loudly against the wall. Fortunately, the residents there had expected this sooner or later and did not intrude to see if anything was wrong. In one burst of pleasure, they climaxed together, emptying their seeds down each other's throats. Drained, they fell back gasping, semen slipping out of their mouths. Michael lay in ecstasy, while Nick, insatiable as he could be, reached under Michael's bed, finding the lubricant where they had left it the last time they had made love. Michael spread his legs, ready for Nick to prepare him. "No. I.....I want to try it. I want to feel what you feel," Nick proclaimed. "Are you sure Nick?" Michael asked, sitting up, "You know you don't have to. I don't care. All I want is to be with you, and I am content." "I know. I want to try, at least once. If I don't like it, though....." "Just say the word, and I'll stop." Nick lay back, handing Michael the lubricant. Michael put it aside for the time being and began kissing down Nick's thighs. He licked and nibbled, causing gasps. He kept going down until he reached Nick's feet. He took his time with Nick, massaging and tickling with his hands, while his tongue and mouth gave other pleasures. He kissed, licked, and sucked on each of Nick's toes, before starting back up. He covered all of Nick's body with his tongue and hands, except for his pelvic region, which he was saving for last. After working his way up to each of Nick's perfect nipples and kissing the quivering, tempting lips, Michael finally paid attention to the region which Nick was sweating in anticipation for Michael to touch. He kissed and licked the renewed shaft, sucked in the smooth balls. Reaching the puckered opening. Michael began teasing it gently with his tongue, waiting for Nick to relax some. Once the anus had stopped clenching and unclenching so furiously, Michael slipped a saliva slick finger in, while his tongue continued working its magic. Eventually, two fingers were inside Nick. Michael probed, finding the magic button. He rolled it in his fingers, making Nick buck with pleasures unknown. Nick's hole was stretched, causing it to cease its constant clenching. Michael knew he was now ready and coated his two probing fingers with the slippery lubricant. When Nick was fully coated, inside and out, Michael greased up his own shaft. He elevated Nick's ass with two pillows and proceeded. He placed the tip against Nick's hole, ever so slowly working the head in. He didn't want to cause Nick any pain, so it took a while, but finally the head penetrated the tight ring of muscle. Nick gasped. Michael looked at Nick for any sign to stop, but Nick just nodded to continue. He took his time working his way in. It took almost fifteen minutes for him to be completely inside. Nick had never known such sensation. There was some pain and a slight burning as the head first went in, but Michael had told him there always was a little at first. Michael had taken his time, so there was very little discomfort, and that was rapidly drowning in the pleasures. Waves of pleasure, so intense, Nick's body was shaking. Michael gave his love time to finish adjusting to everything. He stayed still for a long time, kissing the salt from Nick's lips and neck. Starting slowly, Michael began using a circular motion, then slight thrusting. As Nick loosened and stretched, Michael was able to begin picking up speed. Nearly an hour since Michael began penetrating Nick, Michael was pounding away like a machine. He grabbed Nick's legs behind the knees and pushed them up to his chest, giving himself more access to the hot, tight hole of his lover. Nick moaned and whimpered, pulling Michael closer with his hands, wanting more. "OH G-D!!!!" Nick screamed, spilling his seed on their chests and faces, not even having to touch himself. A few moments later, Michael let out a loud scream and emptied himself inside Nick. He collapsed on Nick, letting Nick's legs down. Slowly, he withdrew his softened penis and laid his head down on the cum and sweat covered chest. "Michael, I'm sorry." "What for, love? That was amazing." "Yeah, it was. That's why I'm sorry. I never knew. I was afraid to trust you like this. I wish I had given it more of a chance earlier." "Does that mean you want to do it again?" "As often as you can, baby. As often as you can," Nick said with a smile. The End To be continued? Want more? If you want this story to continue or if you have any comments, good, bad, suggestions for improvement, etc. e-mail me at Maddhatcat@aol.com. I may or may not write sequels, depending on your responses or lack there of.