The Corps

The following story contains descriptions of gay sex. If you are offended by such material and you still read it after this warning then you have only yourself to blame. If you are below legal age you had better not read it because you are too young and impressionable and it may turn you gay! If you live in an area where such material is prohibited don't waste time reading this, spend your time campaigning for a better government.

Whilst some of the characters in this story do appear in real life, the author does not wish to imply that the sexual orientation of the real people matches that of their counterparts below - though who knows! This is a work of fiction and as such has never and will never (quite obviously) occur.

The author gives permission for the following story to be transmitted, stored or archived in any form provided it remains unchanged in any way and is properly attributed to the author.

Gymnopedies October 1998 e-mail: corps_story@hotmail.com http://members.tripod.com/~Gymnopedies

It would be a good idea to have read "The Corps.1 New experiences", "The Corps.2 Captured", "The Corps.3 Hanson in Danger" and "The Corps.4 Retribution" before you read any further, as this story is a continuation of events that occurred in these earlier stories.

The Corps.5 Lost and Found ====================

The bare corridor echoed to the sound of slow, measured footsteps as the slim, black clothed youth returned home. The contrast of his pale complexion and very dark, almost black hair gave him a sombre appearance that matched the sad, serious expression on his otherwise handsome face. Reaching his room, he flung himself down in his bed and buried his face in the pillow. He wanted to cry, as he had cried so many times over the past months, but what would it achieve?

It was only minutes later that he heard his room door open and someone enter. He groaned into the pillow and turned his head just enough so that his words could be heard. 'Please don't say anything Thomas, spare me the lecture.'

'Why should I lecture you?' The newcomer was older than the youth, perhaps around 20, moderately tall with brown eyes and dark brown shoulder length hair. 'It was your life that you risked. You know that if you break your word to our masters they can withdraw their gift at any moment. If you want to die that's up to you.'

The teenager turned onto his back in order to look at his visitor. 'Was it really worth it do you think? With that promise I gave up everything I loved in exchange for my life, but what was the point? What sort of existence have I got now? Can you possibly imagine how it felt to have Mark standing straight in front of me and not being able to go to him. If you could have seen the hurt in his eyes you might begin to understand.'

'Look, Dayle, that part of your life is over. It was stupid going back to that FBI building, and getting involved by freeing the Asian boy was even more stupid.'

'I wasn't about to stand by and see him suffer like I was made to suffer. If that's the cost of staying alive then the masters can keep their gift.'

Thomas flinched as if struck. 'Just be careful what you say. Luckily for you, your friends at the Corps have been unable to track you. Mark seems to have taken it a bit hard, but he'll get over it. He's already up and around and getting back to normal.'

Dayle's eyes narrowed. 'How do you know about what Mark is doing?'

'Let's just say I have my sources.' Thomas turned to leave. 'I'll expect you in my room in a couple of minutes, we've work to do.'

'Mark, could you slow down a bit?' Taylor was finding he had almost to run to keep up with the longer legs of the nineteen year old base leader as they moved around the hospital.

'Sorry.' Mark muttered, absently as he slowed his pace just a little.

As Taylor managed to catch up he glanced up at his friend's face. Mark showed no expression, his eyes unfocussed. He had been this way for the past three days. It had started when he had come face to face with his former lover, Dayle, at the FBI headquarters, after assuming the boy had been dead for over a year. It should have been a joyful reunion, but Dayle had once again vanished, giving no explanation. Mark had taken it hard and had thrown himself into his work with a vengeance. This morning he had suggested a trip to one of the local hospitals to give Taylor practice with his healing abilities, though Taylor suspected that it was really an excuse to get out of the base for a while.

They had already been at the hospital a couple of hours and had performed some minor healing, Mark selecting the candidates to be healed on the basis of where it would do the most good. Anything that would heal by it's self in a short time was left to do so, in order that they could concentrated on things that the doctors were having little success with.

As Mark stopped to talk to one of the doctors, Taylor wandered on ahead. This corridor contained private rooms, some of the doors were open, some closed, but each had a small panel on which was written the patient's name. Taylor stopped by one door which was slightly ajar. The panel said the occupant was "Tommy Marshall". Giving a light knock, Taylor pushed the door open and walked inside.

On the bed was a small, frightened looking boy, his right arm covered in bandages. His eyes were red as if he had been crying.

'Hi,' said Taylor, giving what he hoped was a friendly smile. 'You must be Tommy, right?'

The boy nodded, miserably, but made no effort to speak.

'Hello Tommy, I'm Taylor. What's wrong with your arm?'

As the youngster looked at his bandages fresh tears sparkled in his eyes. 'It's cut,' he said in a small trembling voice. He held up the arm as if to demonstrate his injury.

'It must be really sore,' Taylor sympathised as he sat on the bed next to the boy. 'How old are you Tommy?'

'Seven and two months.'

'Do you think you can be really brave for me and let me have a look at your arm?'

Tommy shook his head and protectively moved his bandaged arm closer to his body. 'You can't see it, it hurts.'

'I know it hurts Tommy. But if you're brave I can make it better for you and make all the pain go away.' Taylor put his hand on the boy's head and ruffled his hair a little.

With wide, innocent eyes, Tommy looked up at Taylor. 'You promise you won't hurt me or stick me with needles or anything?'

'I promise,' Taylor smiled and very gently began to unwrap the bandages. He could perform healing without seeing the injury, but he found it helped to focus his energy is he could actually see what needed to be done.

Tommy gave a gasp of pain as Taylor eased away the dressing to reveal the wound. The fifteen year old healer gave a grimace as he saw the extent of the injury. An ugly gash, almost the whole length of the boy's forearm was held together by a row of neat stitches. 'How did you do this Tommy?'

'It happened yesterday. Me and my friend Mikey were playing on this old car we found. I was climbing on it and I slipped and a piece of metal cut my arm. I didn't cry much when the doctor sewed it up,' he announced proudly. 'But then the doctor said I had to stay in hospital over night because I'd done a lot of bleeding.'

'Well now I'm going to make it better for you' said Taylor. 'I want you to close your eyes and when I tell you to open them again your arm will be good as new.'

'Ok', Tommy screwed his eyes tightly shut.

Taylor held onto the boy's hand and fixed the cut in his mind, bringing his healing power into play. Tommy gave a sharp intake of breath, but obediently kept his eyes closed. 'Right, you can open your eyes now, it's done.'

The seven year old stared at his arm, his mouth open, it don't hurt, but it still doesn't look very good.'

'Don't worry,' Taylor explained. 'That's just the dried blood and the stitches. Watch.' He ran his hand along the length of the boys forearm and the stitches and most of the dark red marks fell away.

Tommy gave a screech of delight. 'You've fixed it,' he cried and threw both his arms around Taylor in a fierce hug. 'It doesn't hurt anymore or nothing. Thanks Taylor.' He let go of the teenager and looked at his arm again to check that it was really better. Then he gave a frown.

'What's the matter?' asked Taylor puzzled.

'The doctor said I would have a nice scar to show off to my friends. But I can't see any scar anywhere.'

Taylor laughed. 'Oh well, maybe next time.' He again tousled the boy's hair. 'See ya later Tommy.' The boy waved cheerfully as Taylor left the room.

Mark was still in conversation with the doctor, so Taylor left them to it. The next door along had the name "Tristan Walker" scrawled on the panel. Giving a knock, Taylor walked in.

Tristan turned out to be a teenage boy, a little younger than Taylor. He lay on the bed, unmoving, with wires attached to his bare chest. The wires were connected to various machines and monitors that were emitting regular "pips" and "beeps". Taylor stared at the unconscious boy for several moments before approaching the bed. There was something about Tristan that reached out to him and made him decide instantly to try and help. But as he put his hand on the boy's arm his heart sank. The teenager was beyond his help, even a healer as strong as Taylor didn't have enough power for this. Tristan was dying.

'Taylor, don't do anything silly.' Mark had appeared in the doorway with the young doctor.

'I can't help him Mark. He's too far gone.'

Mark put his and on Taylor's shoulder, comfortingly. 'In spite of your powers, you're only human. There will always be something that's beyond your abilities.'

'What happened to him?' Taylor asked the doctor.

'He was in a car accident.' The doctor checked the monitors, then satisfied that everything was in order he turned to the two Corps members. 'Both his parents were killed outright. He was left with massive internal injuries and is unlikely to ever regain consciousness. It's a sad case. As far as we've been able to establish he has no other family, so there's no one to care whether he lives or dies.'

Taylor looked at the boy's face, so still, so peaceful. 'I care.'

'I know you do,' said Mark gently. 'And I wish there were something we could do. Sometimes it's hard to accept we all have limitations.' He sighed. 'I think we've both had enough for today. It's time we headed back.'

As Taylor reluctantly followed Mark from the room he couldn't help glancing back for one more look at the sleeping form on the bed. 'I care,' he repeated to himself, before hurrying out and closing the door behind him.

'Come on Paul, that's enough talk. Let me try it.' Zac was bubbling with excitement. Earlier that morning, Mark had informed the younger Hanson that has well as having strong telekinetic powers he also had some teleport ability. This was Zac's dearest wish come true as a myriad of possibilities opened up before him. The precocious twelve year old had spent the morning listening to Paul talk about how teleporting worked and also giving a seemingly endless lecture about the possible dangers. Now, his impatience was threatening to overwhelm him.

Paul looked dubious, but reluctantly nodded his head. 'I suppose you're going to have to try it sooner or later. Are you sure you've completely understood everything I've said?'

'Yes, yes, you've repeated yourself enough times. Let's just get on with it.'

'Right, we'll start with something very small. Try and teleport yourself across the room.'

Zac grinned excitedly as he focused his gaze on a corner of the room about ten feet away.

'Take your time,' Paul warned. 'Concentrate and remember the steps that you need to go through.' Before Paul had even finished speaking, Zac disappeared to instantly reappear exactly where he had intended.

'Hey, it worked,' the youngster squeaked, jumping up and down. Then, feeling a sudden chill, he glanced down at himself. 'Oops, that's not supposed to happen.' He was completely naked. His clothes lay in a crumpled heap in the spot he had originally occupied.

Trying not to laugh, Paul picked up the fallen clothing and carried it across to the frowning twelve year old. 'You're right, that's not supposed to happen. Try and remember to take these with you next time. Get your clothes back on and you can try again.'

Grabbing the first item of clothing that came to hand, which happened to be a T-shirt, Zac pulled it over his head. 'That'll do,' he announced. 'It'd be a waste of time putting everything back on, I might just lose it all again anyway. Besides,' He gave an evil grin, 'it gives you chance to have a good look at my dick.'

'What makes you think I'm interested in what you've got hanging between your legs?'

'Two reasons: one, you're interested in what's between any boy's legs, and two, I'm the sexiest, most irresistible guy on this planet.'

Paul nodded. 'Completely right on the first point, but I'm not quite so sure about the second.'

Pretending to take offence, Zac turned away, allowing the older boy to quickly jerk up his shirt at the back and get in a sharp, well aimed smack across his bare butt cheeks.

'Ow! What was that for?' yelled the youngster, spinning around to face his assailant.

'That was for having such a high opinion of yourself,' laughed Paul. 'Now get on and have another go at teleporting before I'm tempted to pull you over my knee and do a proper job on those nice round cheeks.'

'I'd rather you did a "proper job" on the front.' Zac lifted the shirt slightly to reveal the beginnings of an erection. He stroked himself a couple of times, rapidly bringing himself to full hardness before moving his hand lower to take hold of his tight balls. 'Want to play?'

Paul groaned. 'We're never going to make any progress at this rate. I know for a fact that Josh sucked you off a couple of hours ago. Aren't you ever satisfied?' As he spoke his hand began to massage a growing bulge at his own crotch.

'I can't concentrate properly now that you've got me all excited. Let's just have a few minutes of fun and then I promise we can get back down to some work.'

'I suppose,' the fourteen year old agreed, pretending reluctance. The fact was, the hyperactive youngster was one of his favourite playmates and the chance of a few minutes of sex-games with him was not something that could be turned down easily. He grabbed hold of the bottom of the boy's shirt and pulled it upwards until it covered Zac's face and head, but didn't pull it off completely.

'Hey, what ya' doing?' The surprised pre-teen gasped. He had automatically raised his arms, thinking his shirt was to be pulled off and now they were trapped inside the garment above his head. 'Come on, take it off. I can't see.' He struggled a little, but it was more for show than anything else, this promised to be a fun game.

Paul used one hand to firmly hold onto the bottom of the shirt which he held above Zac's head. From the neck down the boy was completely naked, his hairless, young body squirming delectably. The older boy ran his free hand over the soft, smooth skin of Zac's chest, tweaking the small nipples, before moving lower. As Paul's fingers passed very lightly over the velvety skin a small muscle in the boy's stomach twitched spasmodically.

'Ahh, that tickles,' Zac giggled, as he tried to pull free.

'Oh no you don't.' Paul used his telekinetic ability to hold the shirt in place so that he could have full use of both his hands. 'You're going to beg me to stop and promise me that you'll concentrate on what we're supposed to be doing.'

'Not a chance,' replied Zac stubbornly. 'You can't make me promise anything.'

'Oh, can't I.' With both hands, Paul began to furiously tickle the naked youngster, who was soon laughing helplessly. 'Promise to be good?'

'Never,' Zac squealed as he dropped to his knees and then onto his back on the floor, his body writhing and thrashing around trying to escape from Paul's merciless fingers. Throughout all of this the shirt was still covering his face and restraining his arms, held firmly in place by Paul's power. Under the shirt, tears of laughter were rolling down Zac's face and he gasped for breath. 'Alright... alright... you win. I promise.'

Paul sat back on his heels. 'You're going to be good?'

'I'm always good,' laughed Zac. 'But I promise to concentrate on learning to teleport. With one condition...'

'Go on.'

'You suck me first.'

'You mean you want me to put this pointy, little thing in my mouth.' Paul took hold of Zac's erection and squeezed it between his thumb and fingers.

'Yeah, it's about the only thing your mouth is good for anyway.'

'You cheeky little...' Paul gave the boy another quick tickle.

'Stop!' Zac begged. 'I'm sorry.' He tried to control his laughter.

'In that case...'. The teenager lowered his head and engulfed Zac's "pointy, little thing" completely, running his tongue around the firm shaft. Zac's laughter ceased almost instantly to be replaced by moans of enjoyment. While Paul devoted all of attention to giving Zac the ultimate in sexual pleasure, the younger boy was at last able to rid himself completely of the T-shirt that had been enclosing his head.

'Oooh, that feels good,' Zac gasped. His hips were thrusting up from the floor in an urgent rhythm as he tried to fuck Paul's mouth.

'Steady,' said Paul, sitting up. 'Let me get out of these clothes.' He stood, and following Zac's earlier example, he used his teleport ability to disappear and reappeared a few feet away minus his clothing. His hard cock, no longer restrained by his underwear, bounced up to hit his firm stomach. Zac stared at it hungrily.

'You gonna fuck me with that?'

'Do you want me to?'

Scooting across the floor to his clothes, Zac rooted around in a pocket and produced a tube of KY. 'I keep this on me just in case.' He shuffled across the floor on his knees until he was directly in front of Paul. Taking hold of the teenager's solid erection he pulled it downwards until it pointed straight out. 'This is beautiful,' he muttered, as he stuck out his tongue and licked along the entire length of the stiff shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive, swollen head.

'Keep that up and I'm going to cum long before I get it inside you,' Paul groaned.

Zac gave a grin. 'Can't have that.' He quickly unscrewed the cap from the tube and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers, applying it to the hard organ bobbing in front of his face. Satisfied, he rolled backwards, put his legs in air and pushed the end of the tube into his tight hole, giving it a squeeze.

'What a sight, I wish I'd got a camera.'

'Hey, now there's a hot idea. We can do that later, maybe a video as well.'

'Yeah, if you like.' Paul had dropped to his knees and was leaning forwards. carefully lining up the end of his cock with Zac's winking sphincter. Gradually he increased the pressure and with on long, smooth thrust he was inside.

Zac's eyes were screwed shut with discomfort, but in spite of this he was still giving gasps of pleasure.

'You ok?' Paul whispered, concerned.

'It just stings a bit to start with, but it feels soooo good once you're inside.'

Slowly at first, Paul set up a steady rhythm, pulling almost completely out before thrusting back in again. Zac pulled his legs back with his arms until his knees were by his ears, opening himself up so that Paul could piston down inside him even more deeply.

'Ooooh, fuck me harder,' Zac begged, as the pace of Paul's movements increased. The older boy's thrusting was becoming more frantic and his breathing came in low grunts as rivulets of sweat tickled down his youthful chest. Harder and faster he pounded his hard rod into Zac's eager young body, each thrust bringing him nearer to the edge of ecstasy. His eyes were closed so that he could concentrate fully on the sensation of Zac's tight ring moving up and down his throbbing penis. Finally, with a cry of surrender he gave himself up completely to pleasure as boiling boy juice erupted from his shaft like an exploding volcano, firing deep inside the hot young stud beneath him.

At his very moment of release, Paul firmly grabbed a hold of Zac's rampant boymeat and began jerking it as fast as he could. Zac's eyes were rolled back in his head, he was in another world where nothing existed but sexual pleasure. As he felt the spasming of Paul's cock inside him and his own weapon being worked on so expertly he let go of his own load of love juice, thick and white as it sprayed up across his stomach and chest. One powerful spurt even reached his face and he put out his tongue to lick the sweet stickiness from his lips.

As their panting subsided, Zac wrapped his legs around Paul's waist, and pulled the teen down towards him. 'That was the best,' he said simply.

Paul didn't reply. His lips met those of the youngster and his tongue pushed it's way into the boy's mouth. The kiss lasted for what seemed like hours until both boys came up for air. At last Paul replied. 'Yeah, that was the best.'

William was waiting for Taylor when he returned from the hospital. 'Good session?'

'Not really, I suppose I should feel good about what I've managed to achieve but all that ever happens is I feel bad about what I haven't managed to achieve. Does that make sense?'

'Coming from you it does,' William smiled. He kissed his friend lightly on the lips. 'I suppose that's one of the things I love about you, the way you care about other people.'

'Thanks for understanding. Have you had any news about Sir Geoffrey?' Taylor was referring to the blackmail attempt on William by Sir Geoffrey Jenkins, the head of the British Secret Service. Sir Geoffrey had threatened to reveal to the world that William was gay unless the prince agreed to spy on the Corps. William hard turned him down flat and was now desperately worried about what was going to happen.

'Nothing at all. Perhaps he's decided not to follow up on his threats, or more likely he has some other devious scheme in mind. Harry is keeping his ears open and will contact me straight away if he gets to know anything at that end. I wish Mark were back to his old self, I'm sure he'd be able to sort it out.'

Taylor shook his head. 'I'm worried about Mark. Most of the time he seems lost in a world of his own.' He forced a smile. 'Where is everyone?'

'Josh and Chris went off earlier with Adam to practise their telepathy and Zac is with Paul. Nathan is around somewhere.'

'Good, while we've some time alone there's something I want to talk to you about.'

William sat and listened patiently as Taylor told him about Tristan, the critically injured teenager he had encountered at the hospital earlier. When he had finished the prince let out a sigh. 'It's a sad story, but you said yourself that you weren't strong enough to heal him.'

'I know, but there may just be a way that we can help him.' Taylor's eyes met William's with a pleading stare.

William knew immediately what Taylor was talking about and after several moments he pulled his gaze away and looked down at his hands. 'It may not work, and it could be dangerous, especially for you. Don't you think we should discuss it with Mark first.'

'No!' Taylor was emphatic as he took hold of William's hand. 'Mark would refuse to let us even try. Besides, he's already admitted that he doesn't understand how this bonding between us works, he's never encountered it before.' He let go of the hand he was holding and walked away a few feet, before turning back to face the prince. 'We both have incredible abilities, think of how much we might achieve if we could find a way to combine our powers. If there's a chance we can save this boy don't you think we owe it to him to try?'

Giving a dry smile, William nodded. 'You're right. Let's give it a go. But heaven help us both when Mark finds out what we've done.'

Taylor flung his arms around the startled teen. 'We'll worry about that later,' he grinned.

It was mid afternoon before Taylor and William arrived at the hospital. Lunch time had been difficult. Neither of them had been in the mood for the good natured banter that usually accompanied meals. Zac had been particularly excited, describing in great detail his achievements with his newly discovered teleportation ability. Even Nathan had raised a smile when Zac had described how he had accidentally lost all his clothing. Taylor had felt a little guilty about not being able to respond to Zac's enthusiasm, but he had been unable to think about anything other than the lonely figure dying in the hospital bed and about what he and William were going to attempt. Would it work? It HAD to.

The hospital corridors were busier than they had been that earlier, with visitors milling around and some of the patients up and around. As they passed the nurse's station the nurse in charge glanced up at them and gave Taylor a smile of recognition. 'Back again already. Didn't we manage to wear you out this morning?'

Taylor forced a smile in return. 'Hi Maria. We've come to see Tristan.' Seeing the nurse's expression turn sad his heart skipped a beat. 'We're not too late are we?'

'No, but he took a turn for the worse earlier, it won't be long now.' She placed her hand on top of Taylor's. 'It's good of you to come back. At least now he won't be alone at the end. I wish I were able to sit with him myself but we just don't have the staff to spare.'

'After I saw him this morning I just couldn't get him out of my head,' Taylor confessed. 'I had to come back.'

The nurse nodded, 'I know what you mean. There's going to be a lot of sad faces around here.' For the first time she glanced past Taylor at William. Just for an instant a look of recognition crossed her face and then she looked puzzled and shook her head, turning back to Taylor. 'You know where to go?

'Yeah, I know where he is.' They left the nurse to her paperwork and made their way along the corridor.

As they past an open door, Taylor glanced inside. Tommy was gone, his bed freshly made ready for the next person in need of medical care. A warm feeling passed though him as he remembered the small boy and how happy he had been to find his arm was better. If only he were able to help everyone that way. The next door along was Tristan's.

Reaching for the door handle, Taylor hesitated. He looked over his shoulder at William, the person who was closer to him than anyone else in the world.

'I'M HERE WITH YOU. WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER.' The prince's calm voice sounded in Taylor's mind.

Resisting the urge to reach for William and kiss him, Taylor pressed down on the handle and opened the door.

Inside, the room was in semi-darkness, just a little daylight filtering through the partially closed blinds. The antiseptic smell peculiar to all hospitals hung in the air, only here it seemed so much more powerful than anywhere else in the building, as if trying to mask the invisible odour of impending death. Some of the machinery that had been there earlier had been removed leaving just a solitary monitor with it's wires like tendrils attached to the chest of the pale, motionless boy on the bed. The only break to the ominous silence was the slow, regular beeping of the machine, echoing the beating of a failing heart.

They entered the room together, moving to opposite sides of the bed. William was biting his bottom lip between his teeth. Taylor looked at him, worried. 'Are you ok? You sure you want to go through with this?'

William nodded. 'Looking at him lying there has reminded me that it's only a few days since you were in the same situation. Everything happened so fast that I didn't have chance to realise how close I came to losing you.'

'But you didn't lose me. This bond between us is something very special. It saved me, and now we have the chance to use it to save someone else.' Taylor put his hand lightly on Tristan's chest. 'He's nearly gone, we'd better get started.'

'Right, here goes. This had better work.' William reached over the bed and took Taylor's hand in his own, gently resting his other hand on the boy's head.

Taylor took several deep breaths, trying to steady his nerves. The truth was, he wasn't sure that this would work. He was relying on his bond with William to supply him with the energy he needed to complete the healing. If for any reason he didn't manage to receive that energy then his own chances of surviving the next few minutes were slim indeed. He hesitated. Could he go ahead with this? Risk losing everything? All he could see in his mind were pictures of himself and William together, happy, laughing, kissing, touching. He was snapped out of his reverie by the sound of an alarm. The monitor by the bed had begun to emit a continuous whistling sound. The trace that had previously indicated the boy's weak heartbeat was a flat line. With a cry of despair, Taylor focused his energies, any doubts he had held disappeared from his mind has he committed himself completely to the task of bringing life back to the dying teen.

Across the bed, William had been aware of Taylor's unspoken worries. The bonding between them was such that when they were touching they were almost one person. As the alarm had sounded he had felt his lover's moment of panic followed almost instantly by a draining of energy that seemed to be trying to suck his very soul from his body. Desperately he cast his senses around him searching for any available energy source that he could tap into.

Responding to the alarm, Maria, the duty nurse left the nurse's station and made her way down to Tristan's room. She didn't hurry, she knew there was no point. There had been nothing they could do for the boy, it had only been a matter of making him comfortable and awaiting the inevitable. She reached the room and took hold of the door handle. With a gasp she jerked her hand back. The door handle was icy cold, so cold it had burnt her fingers. Puzzled, and more than a little disturbed she used the thin material of her uniform as a shield against the cold and once again pushed down on the handle.

The door opened to a scene from a nightmare. The room was like a freezer with frost covering every surface, the monitor stood on it's stand a smoking, sparking ruin, the glass from it's shattered screen strewn across the floor and the bed. But most frightening of all, on either side of the bed stood the two boys she had seen only minutes earlier. They were unmoving, each staring into the eyes of the other. Both gave off a flickering glow that caused weird shadows to play across the bare walls of the room, a shimmering luminescence that lit up their faces in the frozen semi darkness.

Fighting to keep herself from screaming, the nurse moved closer. She could feel the hairs on her arms standing on end from the static electricity that filled the air. She put her hand on the freezing rail at the bottom of the bed, at first oblivious to the biting cold that seared her fingers. Becoming aware of the pain she raised her hand, moving slowly as if in a dream. An angry red burn ran across her palm, but as she watched, the redness became less pronounced and disappeared altogether. Frightened beyond terror, she crossed herself and muttered a prayer to the blessed virgin to protect her from this vision of heaven or hell. Immediately it was as if her prayer was answered. The flickering lights died away and the atmosphere in the room at once began to lighten. The two demigods were once again just two ordinary teenage boys.

Taylor's knees wobbled, but he brought his legs back under control. He was smiling, but at the same time there were tears running from his eyes. 'We did it.'

Returning the smile, William nodded. 'We did it.' He bent forward across the bed and pulled Taylor towards him and tenderly they kissed, sharing a moment that was more special than any outsider would ever understand. As they broke their contact they both turned their attention to the boy on the bed. He was breathing easily now, his chest rising and falling in slow measured breaths. Already the colour was beginning to return to his face and upper body.

'He'll sleep for a long time now,' said Taylor, as he removed the wires from the boy's chest and pulled up the bedclothes to protect him from the chill. 'Bit cold in here isn't it?'

William grinned. 'If we ever do this again let's make sure we're in the middle of a nuclear power station first. It got a bit hairy at times trying to find energy sources to tap into, I had to resort to drawing the heat energy out of the room.' He gave a worried glance at the burnt out monitor. 'I guess it couldn't cope with the electrical energy I was pulling through it. Do you think the hospital will charge us for it?'

'We'll put it down to an electrical fault.' Both the teens turned to face the nurse, noticing for the first time that they weren't alone in the room.

'You saw?' Taylor asked.

'I saw enough,' the nurse confirmed. 'I don't understand how you did what you did but it as far as I'm concerned it was nothing short of a miracle. You are two very special boys.' She took each one of them in turn and kissed them firmly on the cheek causing Taylor to laugh and William to blush. 'I also saw that you share a lot of love for each other,' she added, referring to the kiss she had witnessed.

'Hmm, yeah,' said Taylor. 'We would rather keep that quiet if you don't mind.'

'Don't you worry my young friends, after seeing what you did for this young man here I would never say anything that could cause you difficulty.'

'Thanks, Maria.' Taylor returned the smiling nurse's kiss. 'Sorry to leave you with such a mess to clear up, but we had better be going. Tristan will sleep for a while now, but we'll drop in to see him later.'

'Isn't that just like a young man,' The nurse joked. 'Comes in, makes a mess and leaves it for someone else to clear up.' Her face turned serious. 'That poor boy has some unpleasant news to face up to when he wakes up.'

Taylor looked sad. 'I know, that's one reason I want to come back later. In the meantime I want to try and make some arrangements for what's going to happen to him now. I need to have a word with Mark and check that the corps will take him in.'

'You mean the "rescued boys" program?' asked William.

'Yeah, he's got no surviving family, so it's us, the state or the street. I want to make sure Mark makes the right choice.'

'I don't think that's much of a worry,' reassured William. 'Mark would never turn him away.'

Adam slumped down onto a chair in Paul's room, he was tired and depressed. He gratefully accepted the offer of a cup of coffee and leaned back, closing his eyes.

'So we're still no closer to tracking down Dayle,' Paul sighed as he made the drinks. 'What made you think you could learn anything from McCray? After what Dayle did to him the man's just a vegetable.'

'That's exactly what his doctors told me, but I wanted to check for myself. You remember me telling you about the barrier that McCray had to prevent anyone getting into his mind?'

Paul nodded, 'yeah, I remember. Are you saying it's still there?'

'The barrier is still there, but it's been changed. It turns out the Dayle didn't destroy McCray's mind as we first thought, he just turned the barrier inside out. Before, it stopped anyone with telepathic ability from getting in, now it stops McCray from getting out.' Adam grimaced. 'McCray is aware of everything that occurs around him, he can see, hear and feel and his mind is working normally, but he can't get past the barrier to communicate with the outside world. or even to control his own body. The man is a prisoner in his own head. It would have been kinder if Dayle had left him brain dead.'

'The slime deserves everything he's got.' scowled Paul, handing his friend a steaming cup. 'After what he did to Dayle and that other poor kid and what he tried to do to you, how can you feel sorry for him?'

Adam shook his head. 'I don't know, he's just such a pathetic creature.'

'Did you manage to find anything at all that could be useful?'

'Not really. Only that Dayle was his prisoner for three months. He was almost dead and they weren't expecting him to last more than a few hours. Then he suddenly disappeared. Apparently he was rescued by someone. McCray didn't have any idea who that may have been or where Dayle went after his disappearance until he resurfaced a few days ago.'

'Why can't you communicate with Dayle telepathically?'

'Believe me I've tried. He must be using his power to hide himself in some way.'

'There has to be something we can do. Mark is an emotional mess, this whole thing has shaken him up badly.'

'I know, I'm worried about Mark as well. I've glimpsed into his mind and he's very close to cracking.' Adam placed his hand on Paul's leg and squeezed it gently. 'Don't worry, we'll keep trying until something turns up.'

'Thanks Adam, it means a lot to me that you are trying so hard to help Mark.' Paul leaned across and gave the asian boy a quick kiss on the cheek. Adam looked surprised at this gesture of affection, his eyes meeting those of the fourteen year old. For a long moment they gazed at each other, their eyes communicating in a way that words or even telepathy never could. Slowly their faces moved together, their mouths slightly open in anticipation. Almost hesitantly, their lips met, just for the briefest instant, then again much more firmly.

As they kissed, Adam slid his hand up Paul's thigh until it was resting firmly against the growing bulge at the top. He squeezed, feeling the outline of the of the boy's hardening cock under his trembling fingers. It had been weeks since he had experienced boy-sex and he wanted this so badly. His own cock was threatening to burst out of his clothing. Tugging Paul's shirt loose he slid his hand up under the thin material, across the smooth skin of the boy's stomach and up onto his chest, feeling the already erect nipples slide by under his hand. Reaching further, his fingers reached under the fourteen year old's arm, encountering a slight moistness and just a trace of hair, which contrasted erotically with the unblemished smoothness of the rest of the boy's upper body.

'Take this off.' Adam was so aroused it came out as more of a command than a request. But Paul obediently raised his arms to allow his shirt to pulled up over his head. His shirt removed, he began to lower his arms but Adam stopped him, 'No, keep them up, put them behind your head.'

If Paul was surprised at this he didn't show it. He was quite happy to lie back and let the asian teenager take the dominant role in their lovemaking. He relaxed and closed his eyes as Adam's tongue caressed his bare chest, flicking across his nipples and causing him to moan with pleasure.

Gradually Adam moved across Paul's firm young pecs, his tongue never still. At the same time his hand rubbed firmly across the bulge between the younger boy's legs. Adam's face was now pressed up under Paul's arm, his tongue tasting the slightly salty sweetness he found there. Paul had showered after his previous games with Zac but had not used any deodorant, so the only aroma was the fresh, sweet smell of teenboy. As he worked his tongue around Paul's armpit, the young asian went to work on the younger boy's trousers, pulling down the zip and reaching in to take a firm grip of the hard pole that was straining for freedom.

Paul let out as gasp. 'Take it out. Take it out and suck it for me,' he pleaded. 'I need you to suck it, Adam.'

'Well, if you want it so badly, I'd better give it to you.' Adam gave a mischievous grin. He sat back on his heels long enough to pull his own shirt over his head to reveal his sleek, smooth torso, his skin an exotic dark gold colour, his chest not muscular yet still well defined. Paul wanted to reach out and touch it, to feel the silken warmth beneath his fingers, but at the same time did not want to delay the pleasures he knew he would feel when this beautiful teenager's mouth reached his aching groin.

The fourteen year old felt the anticipation build as his belt was pulled open and his trousers tugged off along with his shoes and socks. This left him in just a pair of tented briefs, the large wet patch at the front ample evidence of the excitement he was feeling. He licked his lips and watched eagerly as Adam removed the rest of his own clothing.

Now naked, the older boy stretched before running his hands erotically down his body, down his chest and stomach to jerk a few times along the length of his solid 7 inch cock. All the time his eyes were moving up and down Paul's young form, drinking in the site of the boy clad only in briefs, aroused and desperate for sex.

Slowly, Adam continued to masturbate himself, the end of his hard member now sticky with precum. "Open your legs wider,' he ordered, as he dropped to his knees. Putting one hand on each of Paul's thighs he slid them slowly upwards, at the same time lowering his face towards the sticky wet patch.

Paul was unable to suppress a groan at the sensation of the other boy's tongue pressing against his swollen cock head through the thin white material. Wanting more of this treatment he brought his hands down and took hold of Adam's head, pressing it firmly into his crotch.

Slowly and erotically, Adam pulled Paul's last remaining garment down over his hips, gradually revealing the excited treasures beneath. The shaft was a hard, straining rod of iron, twitching uncontrollably and begging to be touched. At the base of the shaft were the boy's hairless balls, held tightly in their velvet casing. Taking the hot, trembling erection in his hand, Adam proceeded to cover every inch of it with his tongue, running up and down the length of the swollen member which took youngster to the heights of sexual pleasure. Paul was gasping for breath as Adam's tongue moved lower to play with his balls. Almost involuntarily, the boy raised his legs, inviting access to his most private area. Adam took the hint and pushed his face in further, using his hands to pull apart the soft pale cheeks to reach the tender spot concealed within.

'Aaarghhh....' Paul bit off a muffled sob of pleasure as Adam's probing tongue reached his sensitive hole and pressed inwards. 'Adam, I'm going to cum.'

'Just hold yourself back a bit longer,' Adam replied. He raised his head back up to the level of the boy's beautiful erection and slid his lips slowly over the head, at the same time pressing his finger deep into the youngster's body. Quickly he picked up a rhythm, engulfing much of the shaft and pulling back up while plunging his finger in and out of the tight sphincter. Paul was writhing with pleasure as he fought to hold onto the feelings he was experiencing for as long as he possibly could. With a sharp cry, he gave up the fight and allowed the thick, creamy white cum to erupt in long spurts from his throbbing cock.

Adam swallowed the first spurt, but kept the rest in his mouth. As the younger boy's gasps subsided, the asian stood and allowed the precious contents of his mouth to dribble out, catching it in the palm of his hand before applying it to his stiff rod, mixing it with his own slippery juices. The remainder, he smeared between the boy's cheeks to act as lubrication for what was to follow. Then, taking hold of Paul's legs behind the knees, he carefully lined up his rock hard shaft with it's winking target. With a slow determined stroke he pushed forwards, not stopping until his pubic hair was pushed up against Paul's hairless balls.

Paul gave a grunt of discomfort, which quickly turned into a groan of pleasure. He loved the full sensation deep within his ass that was only possible when he had a boy's cock inside him. His head went back and his eyes closed as he relaxed to enjoy the ride.

Slowly, Adam worked his tool in and out, his eyes distant with concentration. He wanted to cum almost immediately, but with iron determination he forced the feeling to the back of his mind. It had been a while since he had had the chance to fuck another boy and he didn't want it over with quickly, this was going to last. The speed of his thrusts increased a little as he set up a steady rhythm, drawing almost completely out before ramming back in as far as he could possibly go, his balls slapping hard against Paul's cheeks from the force of each stroke. Beads of perspiration had appeared on his face and chest, forming tiny rivulets as they ran down his firm, teenage body. He rode the boy beneath him like a young stallion, causing the chair on which Paul was laid to begin to creak under the strain. Both boys were panting loudly from their exertions, as Adam continued to plough in and out like a piston, his thrusts becoming steadily more urgent, until, with a strangled scream he could no longer hold back and allowed the full torrent of his passion to burst from his loins and enter the body of his young lover.

Paul sighed as he felt hot boycum filling up his insides. As Adam's pumping gradually slowed to a stop, the fourteen year old opened his eyes and smiled contentedly at the sweat drenched older boy. 'If I'd known you could fuck like that I'd have asked you to give it to me long before now.'

With a weary grin, Adam wiped the perspiration from his eyes. 'Well, now you know what's on offer I hope we'll get to give it another go before too long.'

William had just finished telling Zac, Josh and a wide eyed Chris the story about how he and Taylor had combined their powers to heal Tristan, when Taylor returned. It was immediately obvious that the older Hanson wasn't happy.

William put his hand onto Taylor's arm. 'I can't believe Mark refused to take Tristan in.'

'Mark didn't,' Taylor snarled. 'In fact I didn't even get to see Mark. It was some guy called Brian sitting in Mark's office.' He took a long breath. 'Mark's is no longer base leader. He's been suspended.'

Silence descended on the room at Taylor's bombshell. Eventually William spoke, his voice displaying his shock and surprise. 'Why?'

'Apparently it has something to do with him taking unauthorised action against the FBI. The corps council has started an investigation. Until they reach a decision as to whether Mark's actions were justified Brian is to be acting base leader.'

Anger lit up William's eyes. 'I was there, I can tell them now, without any investigation, that Mark was fully justified in what he did. Besides, Mark wasn't responsible for what happened to McCray, that was Dayle.'

'That's exactly what Adam and Paul said. They were already in the office when I arrived. Paul wasn't taking the news of Mark's suspension very well and he and Brian got into a blazing row which ended with Paul teleporting himself away to go and look for Mark.

'What did our new base leader have to say about Tristan?' William hardly needed to have asked the question. Taylor's mood when he came in provided enough clues for the answer to be patently obvious.

Taylor had calmed down a little, but his voice was still hard and bitter as he replied. 'He said the "Rescued Boy" programme was being wound up, that it was a waste of resources and the Corps should never have started the scheme in the first place. The boys already here are to be sent away and taking in any new ones is completely out of the question.'

'But that's ridiculous,' The prince was rapidly losing his temper. 'Saving boys from the streets is one of the best things the Corps has done.' He started towards the door. 'Come on, we'll go talk to him together and see if between us we can make him see sense.'

'It won't do any good.' Taylor shook his head. 'It's like talking to a brick wall. Besides, he has Nathan in there with him at the moment, we'd better wait until he's finished...'

'NOOOOOOO...!' Taylor was interrupted by a mental scream of pure anguish that filled all of their minds. Chris looked uncomfortable and Josh doubled over in pain, his hands over his ears in a useless attempt to cut out the sound. Even William, with no telepathic ability at all, was shaken by the force of the onslaught.

Taylor was the first to recognise the mental voice. 'That's Nathan. But how? He doesn't have powers.' Even as he spoke he was running towards the door.

As he raced after Taylor, William's mind went quickly back to when he had followed Nathan out of Taylor's hospital room, nearly a week ago. He'd convinced himself that Nathan's telepathic shout on that occasion had been purely his imagination after the stress of what they had all just been through. It seemed he had been very wrong.

As they charged down the corridor they were joined by Adam, the teenager's handsome face screwed into a grimace of pain caused by the continuing mental barrage. Taylor was the first to reach the door of what had formerly been Mark's office. He burst straight in, the others piling in behind him.

Brian was standing in front of his desk. He had his hands on Nathan's shoulders and was shaking the boy forcefully to try and get him to stop the torrent that was flowing from his mind.

'Stop it! Leave him alone!' Taylor's shouted command caused Brian to stop shaking the youngster, but he still held firmly onto the eleven year old's shoulders.

'Let him go.' William didn't shout, but as he spoke each word dripped acid. 'Get your hands off him or I'll make you sorry you were born.'

Brian sniggered at the threat as if amused, but then as his eyes met William's, his expression changed. His hands dropped away to allowing a sobbing Nathan to rush into Taylor's open arms.

'I don't like being threatened,' said Brain, his voice shaking, though whether it was from fear or anger it was impossible to tell.

'And I don't like seeing small boys being hurt.' The prince used his ability to emphasise his words, causing Brian to give a scream of pain as a wave of electrical energy passed through his body causing his muscles to spasm.

'I could have you thrown out of the corps for that.' Brian's face was red with anger as he held onto his desk to support himself.

'You do that.' William turned his back and followed the others out of the room.

By the time they reached their own room, Nathan had calmed down enough to speak. 'He says I can't stay here anymore, I'm going to be sent away. Please Taylor, don't let him send me away. I want to stay here with you.'

'It's ok,' Taylor hugged the younger boy tightly. 'No one is going to send you away. I told you before that when I leave here you can go with me. But it seems there's also another reason you will be staying with us.'

Nathan looked puzzled as Adam gently took hold of his head and looked deeply into his eyes. The young asian was silent to a full minute before giving his verdict. 'Wow, his telepathy is stronger than mine.'

Slowly a smile spread across Nathan's face. It turned into a grin and was followed by whoop of joy. 'Yay! I have powers. I can join the corps. I'll be just like the rest of you.'

'I don't understand,' said Taylor. 'If he has abilities that strong then why hasn't it been detected before?'

Adam chewed his lip in thought for a few seconds before replying. 'Maybe he didn't have the abilities before.' As the others looked confused he continued. 'It relates to something I learned from McCray earlier. McCray had an ability to erect a barrier in his mind to stop anyone getting in. I was curious where this came from and today I found out. While Dayle was a prisoner they drew massive amounts of mental energy from him. Somehow they developed a device to store this energy and as an experiment McCray allowed himself to be exposed to it. That is what gave him his ability.'

Slowly realisation dawned on Taylor. 'I used every bit of energy I had when I healed Nathan after he'd been shot.'

Adam nodded. 'That must be it. Exposure to small or moderate amounts of power such as when you heal someone under normal conditions would not be enough to give them abilities of their own, but on that occasion the energy used was enormous.'

Taylor suddenly had another thought. He glanced across at William who was also looking worried.

'Tristan...' The prince whispered.

Taylor nodded. 'I think we had better go get him.'

It took about an hour for William and Taylor or organise a car and make their way to the hospital. Adam had offered to help out with his teleport ability, but he was only capable of teleporting one person at a time besides himself and the multiple jumps involved in moving them there and back would have left him severely drained. Zac's enthusiastic offer to teleport them had been turned down just as enthusiastically. Taylor's comment about arriving at the other end with his arms where his legs should be and his head on the wrong way around did not go down too well the precocious twelve year old. Besides, as Taylor pointed out, there was no real hurry as Tristan should still be sleeping.

As they made there way along the hospital corridors, Taylor became more and more uncomfortable. 'Something's wrong,' he muttered.

William turned to look at his friend. He was well aware of Taylor's ability to pick up on people's feelings and emotions and the comment worried him. 'What are you feeling?'

'I don't know yet. But something has happened since we were here earlier.'

Neither of them spoke further until the reached their destination, Taylor's mood deepening with each step.

Maria was at her place at the nurses station. She looked up as they approached and hurried around the desk to meet them.

'Maria, what's wrong?' Taylor asked, the emotions he was picking up from the nurse amplifying the unease he had been feeling since entering the hospital.

'It looks like your young friend decided he wanted to leave us.' The Hispanic nurse spoke with a trace of bitterness in her voice.'

'Leave you?' Taylor was confused. 'What do you mean leave you. I don't understand. He should still be asleep.'

'Then how come he's not here anymore? If he wanted to leave that was fine, but why did he have to do what he did to Sarah?'

William broke into the conversation as Taylor seemed temporarily lost for words. 'Who's Sarah and what's happened to her?'

'Sarah is the young nurse who went to check on him. When she didn't come out of his room I went to find her.' Maria's eyes were now openly hostile. 'There was no sign of Tristan, but Sarah was lying on the floor unconscious. The doctors have examined her and can't find anything wrong, but she's refuses to wake up.'

'Could someone else have got into the room?' asked the prince.

'Not a chance. I was at the station all the time. No one went in or out.'

'So you didn't see Tristan go?'

Maria shook her head. 'I've no idea where he went, but he's not in the hospital now.'

'Teleport.' Taylor looked at William. 'Someone teleported into his room and took him away.'

'Couldn't he just have teleported himself away?' William asked.

Taylor shook his head. 'After being healed like that he would sleep for hours to regain his energy. Besides even if he were to wake up, how could he have gained control of his powers so quickly? No, someone else is involved' He turned to Maria. 'Take me to Sarah and I'll see what I can do, then we need to get back to the base and find out what is going on.'

Dayle was laid on his bed, his earlier conversation with Thomas going around and around in his head. "Was it worth it?". That one phrase recurred more often than any other. In his heart he knew the answer. No, it wasn't worth it. He had been close to death when he had been rescued by Thomas from the clutches of McCray and the FBI, nearly nine months earlier. Thomas had taken him to his masters, the mysterious sentinels. Mysterious was the word. Dayle had worked for them himself since his rescue and after all that time he still knew hardly anything about them. One of the few things he did know was that they possessed fantastic powers, powers that made those of even the strongest corps member appear feeble by comparison. The sentinels had made the dying boy an offer. They would save his life and grant him power he could not have dreamed of, and in exchange he was to work for them. The only condition was that he give up everything he had known previously; there was to be no contact with former family or friends and especially no contact with the corps. Unable to think straight, having endured agony beyond belief, Dayle had grasped at the offer of life like a drowning man would clutch at a straw. The Sentinels kept their word, they gave him his life and enhanced his abilities to an enormous degree. Unfortunately, for all of their power, the one talent denied to them was healing. Dayle was only alive as a result of the "borrowed" energies flowing through his body. If the Sentinels were to withdraw their gift Dayle would return to the condition he was in at the moment of his salvation. Just hours of agonised life left in his body.

The past nine months had been more than difficult. Not a day had gone by without him thinking of Mark. On one occasion he had even committed the ultimate crime for a telepath and entered his former lovers mind uninvited. That had been a big mistake, seeing the hurt in Mark's mind had nearly broken his heart and reduced the teenager to a sobbing wreck for days afterwards. Dayle had eventually pulled himself together and had in time managed to erect an emotional barrier to protect himself from his own feelings. But when he came face to face with Mark in McCray's office the barrier had come Now he knew what he had to do. Life wasn't worth the cost he had been asked to pay, this wasn't living. He just prayed the Sentinels would not withdraw their gift before he had had a chance to speak to Mark, and more than that, he hoped with all his heart that Mark would be able to forgive him for his long deception.

Before he left he had to speak to Thomas. Though the two of them had never managed to become really close they were friends of sorts and it had been Thomas that had rescued him from the FBI. Dayle felt he at least owed the man an explanation.

He made his way to Thomas' room and knocked lightly on the door. Getting no reply he glanced inside, the room was empty. Rather than waste time searching he tried a more direct approach. 'THOMAS, WHERE ARE YOU?' His mental question was answered immediately.

'I'M IN THE ROOM NEXT TO YOURS. COME ON IN, I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU.'

As he opened the door and entered, Dayle was indeed taken by surprise. Thomas wasn't alone. On a bed was the unmoving figure of a teenage boy, perhaps fourteen or fifteen years old. The boy was naked, his smooth chest rising and falling gently with each breath. Dayle glanced from the figure to a pleased looking Thomas, his eyes full of questions.

'This is Tristan.' Thomas said, cheerfully. He's going to be the Sentinel's newest recruit.

'Who is he? Where did he come from?'

Unable to resist talking about his own cleverness, Thomas explained how he had a way of getting information about what was going on in the corps base. That is how he had heard about Tristan. Tristan had been involved in a car accident and his parents had been killed outright, he had been healed in a combined effort by Taylor and William. At this point Thomas looked impressed. He'd never before known of people managing to combine their powers. This was something that warranted further investigation. However, apparently the corps members were too stupid to realise that exposure to large quantities of mental energy was likely to cause the person exposed to develop powers of his own. This is when Thomas had stepped in and relieved them of the responsibility of the potential super-being they had created.

As Thomas spoke, only part of Dayle's mind was listening. Absently his hand reached out and gently touched the face of the sleeping boy. Slowly he trailed his fingers down the face and neck and onto the pale, soft skin of Tristan's chest, down his stomach, through his dark pubic hair and down the length of his limp penis.

Watching Dayle's actions, Thomas paused in his explanations. 'You like him don't you. Don't worry you'll have plenty of chances to have some fun and games with him.'

Dayle's head swung around as he glared at Thomas, his expression a mixture of sorrow and disgust. 'What you've done is wrong. Very wrong.'

'What...?'

'When I gave my promise to the Sentinels I had no idea what the real cost was going to be. Not only have I given up everything I loved, I also hurt the person I loved most very badly. This boy has lost his family, being with the corps would have at least given him the chance to be surrounded by people that could care about him and help him come to terms with what has happened. You've taken that chance away from him.' Thomas opened his mouth to speak but Dayle forged ahead. 'Please don't flatter yourself that you would be able to provide the same care and friendship that he would have found with the corps. You're not a bad person Thomas, but you're completely in the power of the sentinels. You have no real life of your own. Now you're taking his life away from him and making him like you and like me. I won't stand back and watch that happen.'

'Don't be stupid.' Thomas was now openly angry at Dayle's outburst. 'There's nothing that you can do about it. You made your promise to the sentinels and now you are bound by it just the same as I am bound by the one that I made.'

Dayle gave a sad smile. 'I'm leaving, Thomas. If the sentinels want to take back what they have given to me then so be it, but I can't live this was any longer. I'm leaving now and I'm taking this boy with me.'

'For god's sake Dayle, what's got into you? You want to throw your own life away that's fine, but Tristan stays with me.'

Dayle suddenly found himself unable to move, his limbs held in place by Thomas' powerful telekinesis. He could easily have teleported himself away, but unless he was in physical contact with Tristan when he did so, it would mean leaving the boy behind. He responded in kind, using his own strongest ability, his telepathy to try and penetrate Thomas' defences and stun the man with a mental blast.

Thomas sensed what was coming a erected a barrier in his mind, deflecting the blow and following up with a blast of his own. The force of this would have caused Dayle to stagger if he had not been fixed in place. Dayle next tried energy manipulation, drawing heat from the room and converting it to electricity but again Thomas intercepted the attack and converted the energy back to heat.

The invisible battle continued, as each tried to get the better of the other, two titans equally matched, locked in a mental struggle, the prize being the future of the sleeping boy.

Taylor and William arrived back to a joyful welcome from Nathan.

'TAYLOR, WILLIAM, LISTEN TO ME. I CAN TALK TO YOU TELEPATHICALLY NOW. ADAM'S BEEN SHOWING ME HOW.'

'Hey that's really good, you've been busy while we've been away.' Taylor tried to sound enthusiastic, for Nathan's sake. The youngster was obviously excited about his newly discovered ability, which for him was a dream come true. But it was immediately apparent that the enthusiasm was forced.

'Something went wrong didn't it?' Nathan switched back to normal speech as he watched the two teenagers.

'What happened?' asked Adam. 'You didn't fetch Tristan back with you?'

'Where are the others?' asked Taylor.

Adam answered. 'Zac was bored with waiting for you. He dragged Josh and Chris down to the pool. Do you want me to call them back?'

Taylor shook his head. 'No, leave them. They'll come back in their own time.' He sank down into a chair with a sigh. 'Unless of course they've disappeared as well; it seems to be becoming a popular pastime around here lately.'

In reply to puzzled expressions from Adam and Nathan, William explained what had happened at the hospital. From them arriving to find Tristan gone, to Taylor's unsuccessful attempt to heal the nurse, Sarah.' He was just finishing his story when Zac and his two cohorts reappeared.

'What I don't understand,' said Adam, 'is how could anyone else have known about Tristan. Who would want to take him away?'

'That's the problem,' said Taylor. 'Except for Brian, no one outside of this room knew anything about him.'

'Why don't you ask Chris?' Said Nathan as if his suggestion was the most obvious thing in the world.

Silence descended on the room as all eyes turned towards the accused the youngster. Chris looked confused and a little frightened. 'I didn't do anything.'

'He's right,' Zac chimed in. 'He's been with us all the time.'

Adam stood and approached Chris, who backed away. 'Really, I didn't do anything.' He was now genuinely frightened.

'It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you.' Adam reassured as he put his hand on the boy's head.

There followed a long period of silence. Adam's brow was furrowed with concentration as he delved into Chris' mind. The youngster's apprehension seemed to lessen a little as he realised that the asian teen did not in fact mean him any harm.

Suddenly, Adam gave a grunt and dropped down to his knees. William, who was closest, caught Adam under his arms to prevent him falling further and Taylor moved to help.

'I'm fine,' said the young telepath, struggling back to his feet. 'Though it looks like we had a spy amongst us.' He put a hand on Chris' shoulder.

Chris' face went white. 'I'm not a spy. I don't know what you're talking about.'

'I know,' Adam continued. 'I didn't mean you. I was talking about the person who was using your mind to watch us.' He went on to explain that a powerful telepath had at some time in the past set up a link with Chris' mind and since then would have been able to see and hear everything that Chris saw and heard.

'Is he watching us now?' asked Taylor.

'Not anymore. I've broken the link. Though I could only manage that because he was distracted for some reason; he's much stronger than me. The good thing is that he won't be able to re-establish the link without making physical contact with Chris.

'So he must be the one that took Tristan.' There was a trace of anger in Taylor's voice.

Adam nodded. 'It looks like it. The question is, what do we do about it? I think I can locate him, but I'm not sure it would be a good idea. He's far more powerful than any of us here, and until Paul reappears we can't travel as a group.'

'One way or another we're going to get Tristan back,' vowed Taylor, his fists clenched. 'We'll make this guy sorry he ever heard of the Corps.'

'Oh, I think he's that already,' said a new voice from across the room.

All eyes turned to the source of the voice. 'Hello again Adam.' Dayle looked tired and drawn, his face covered with a sheen of perspiration. He was supporting the limp body of a naked teenager.

'Tristan!' Taylor crossed the room in an instant and helped lower the still unconscious boy to the floor.

Adam's greeting to the newcomer was cautious. 'You turn up in the most unexpected places Dayle. Would you care to tell us what's going on?'

With a sigh, Dayle sank into a chair. 'There's a lot that I can't say. To start with I want to thank you for your help a few minutes ago. I was involved in a bit of a struggle with the person who had been spying on you, and I was getting the worst of the deal. When you broke his telepathic link with his subject it distracted him enough for me to get away. We're even now. I saved you and now you have saved me. The only other thing you need to know for the moment is that I'm back to stay.'

Zac let out a long sigh. He was bored. The excitement earlier would have been more than enough for any normal person, Mark's disappearance, Tristan's abduction and then subsequent reappearance alongside the mysterious Dayle, the discovery that Chris had been an unwitting spy. But Zac wasn't exactly normal.. Adam had gone off with Dayle so the two of them could have a proper talk and Taylor and William had taken Tristan to another room and were going to stay with him until he finally awoke. 'Hope he's more fun when he's awake,' Zac muttered to himself. The sleeping boy had certainly looked cute enough, and the fact that he had not been wearing any clothes had of course helped to spark the young Hanson's interest.

His previous effort having been ignored, Zac gave another sigh, louder this time and gave it added emphasis by slapping his hands down on the side of his chair.

'Zac, I'm trying to watch this movie,' Josh complained. 'You chose it, the least you can do is keep quiet until it's over.' On the screen Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith were taking a bit of a battering from a giant cockroach.

'I'm sure we could find something more interesting to do that watch a dumb movie.' Even as Zac spoke, an idea was forming. 'Hey you two?' He called across the room to where Nathan was talking to Chris. 'Seeing as it's just us younger guys here, how about we have a bit of a party?'

Nathan looked a appeared dubious, and looked to Chris for his approval. The younger boy's dislike of Chris had disappeared as soon as the telepathic link to the spy had been severed, and the two of them had become immediate friends. Chris nodded enthusiastically. 'Let's do it.'

'We can turn it into a celebration,' suggested Zac. 'Let's celebrate Nathan becoming a Corps member.'

The eleven year old blushed, unused to being the centre of attention. 'If you like, but I'm not officially a corps member yet. It would be ok if Mark were here, but I don't think Brian likes me very much.'

'Who cares what that asshole thinks,' said Zac. Josh and Chris nodded in agreement. Zac continued, 'As guest of honour at the party, I nominate you to fetch the ice cream.'

'Ice cream?' Nathan blinked in surprise.

'Yeah, ice cream, we're gonna eat it until we're sick.'

'Erm... Yeah... Ok.' Nathan walked to the door. 'What flavour would you like?'

'Anything you can get. Just be sure to get plenty of it.' Zac's was grinning from ear to ear.

'Zac, what have you got planned?' asked Josh as the door closed behind Nathan.

'I think we should have a little initiation ceremony for our new member.' Zac explained his idea to the other two boys and received enthusiastic support.

A few minutes later Nathan returned, loaded down with large tubs of ice cream in a variety of flavours. 'I don't think we'll get through all this lot,' he said as he dumped all of the tubs down on the table and brushed loose ice crystals off the front of his shirt. 'What's the matter?' He asked, noticing the grins they all had.

'Get him,' Zac screeched and launched himself forwards, grabbing hold of Nathan's arm. The youngster never stood a chance, he was quickly subdued and on his back on the carpet with the three older boys piled on top of him. 'Right, strip him,' Zac ordered.

'No!' Realising what was going to happen, Nathan began to struggle. 'Let me go,' he begged.

By this time the boy's shirt had been pulled up to his neck and his trousers were down to his knees, leaving most of his body exposed. Zac hooked his fingers into the waistband of the skimpy white briefs and pulled them away from the boy's body just enough so that he could glance underneath. 'It may be small, but it's very pretty,' he announced, allowing the elastic to snap back against Nathan's stomach. 'Shall we finish the job boys?'

'Yes', shouted Chris and Josh, almost in unison, drowning out the simultaneous 'No,' from their struggling victim.

Once again Zac took hold of the briefs and made as if to yank them down, but at the last minute he paused. His voice suddenly became soft and his expression serious. 'We won't do this if you don't want it. Just say now.'

Nathan stopped struggling, but his eyes shone and his lips were clamped shut, all protestations instantly ceased.

'Alright!' Zac yelled, immediately back to his exuberant self. With one sweep of his arms the briefs came down leaving the eleven year old's treasures fully on view. All movement stopped as the three older boys admired the sight.

'Very pretty,' observed Chris, agreeing with Zac's earlier statement.

'Yeah, this is gonna be fun,' said Josh, squeezing his own crotch.

'Come on guys,' said Zac, impatiently. 'Let's get him naked then the fun can really start.'

For the next minute or so it was complete bedlam. As Zac, Josh and Chris tugged at boy's remaining clothing, Nathan put up quite a convincing pretence of a struggle, complete with appropriate sound effects and begging for them to let him go.

Eventually Nathan had been completely stripped and was pinned down on his back with Chris knelt on his arms and Josh across his legs.

Zac took hold of the boy's small but hard cock. 'Look's like he's enjoying his initiation so far.' He gave a wicked grin. 'Shall we move onto stage two?' Without waiting for the agreement of his two cohorts, which was a foregone conclusion anyway, he went across to the table and returned with the tubs of ice cream.

Nathan's eyes went wide as he finally realised what they had in store for him. 'Zac, don't you dare.' He resumed his struggling, but it was no use, he was well and truly restrained.

'Chocolate, my favourite.' Zac pulled the top off one of the tubs and using his fingers, scooped out a large dollop. 'Oooh, sorry Nathan, but this is cold.'

'Nooooooo...' Yelled Nathan, as the frozen confection made contact with his thrashing lower regions. The cry of shock from the sudden icy sensation quickly gave way to hysterical laughter as Zac began rubbing the melting stickiness around the youngster's cock and balls. Chris and Josh joined in, causing Nathan gave squeals of delight as the cold ice cream was liberally applied to the rest of his body. Before long, the boy was a dripping, multicoloured mess.

Satisfied, Zac sat back in his heals. 'Now for the best part.'

Nathan was breathless from laughing and it took a big effort for him to answer. 'No more... Please... I can't take anymore.'

'This bit you'll like.' Zac paused for effect. 'This is where we lick it all off.' Instantly his head went down and his lips were wrapped around the younger boy's excited shaft. He lifted his head up just long enough to say 'Sweetest lollipop I've ever tasted', and went quickly down for more.

What had previously been squeals of laughter now turned into gasps of pleasure as Nathan's body was subjected to the vigorous assault of three hungry tongues; not hungry for ice cream, hungry for boy flesh. Nathan was no longer pinned down, but he made no effort to stem the assault, laying with his arms and legs outstretched to give his friends unrestricted access to every part of his young torso.

Having sucked the hard cock clean, Zac turned his attention to the tight balls below, giving them a thorough tongue bath. He was soon joined in this by Chris who commented that the melted ice cream had run down into the boy's crack. Nathan obediently raised his legs, holding them firmly behind the knees. This had the effect of pulling his smooth cheeks apart and allowing Chris to get to the treasure between them. As Chris' tongue flicked across his rosebud, Nathan gave a long groan. The eleven year old was in sexual heaven and his body began to writhe almost uncontrollably. He could feel the familiar tingling sensation beginning to build in his cock and his hips began to buck wildly. Zac, who had returned to sucking on the tender shaft, no longer had to bob his head, he just kept his lips in place and allowed the youngster to fuck his mouth.

Nathan's movements became gradually more frantic and he was panting uncontrollably. Suddenly his back arched and every muscle in his young body stiffened as the first wave of his orgasm struck. 'Aghhh... Ooohhhhh...' Somehow throughout all the writhing and jerking, Zac managed to keep his lips in place and continued his sucking, at the same time using his tongue to stroke around the sensitive head of the boy's erection. He was eventually rewarded with a few drops of sweet liquid, which he savoured in his mouth for a few seconds before allowing himself to swallow.

Gradually Nathan became calmer. He lay on his back with his eyes closed breathing heavily.

'Well, that was fun,' grinned Zac. As Nathan opened his eyes the younger Hanson added "welcome to the corps, new boy.'

A flood of emotions crossed Nathan's face. A short time ago he thought he was going to be sent away and lose his friends, now everything had changed. His dearest wish had come true, he was going to be a full member of the corps. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. 'Thanks, all of you, you're really good friends.' His voice shook slightly as he spoke.

'We don't want any soppy stuff,' said Zac gruffly, seeing tears in Nathan's eyes. He took hold of Nathan's hand and pulled the boy to his feet. 'Let's get you cleaned up. And if you promise to hold off with the blubbing we can have some more fun.' He put his arm around Nathan's shoulders and as they walked towards the showers he bent towards the youngster's ear and whispered softly so the others couldn't hear. 'Besides, if you turn on the water works you'll get me started, and I've got my reputation to think of.' He gave the boy a quick peck on the cheek. 'Come on, little brother,' he added, aloud, 'bath time.'

Nathan blinked in surprise at being referred to as "little brother" and looked at Zac's face to see if he was having a joke. 'You mean that?' He asked, biting his lip.

'You bet I do,' said Zac.

Adam had become frustrated at Dayle's constant refusal to give any solid information about what he had been doing for the past year, but had eventually come to accept that the mysterious teen had given promises that he wouldn't break. The only thing he would say for sure was that he was now back for good.

It had come as a blow to Dayle to find that Mark had disappeared. He desperately wanted to speak to his former lover and to be his forgiveness for deserting him. For the past hour he had been concentrating his considerable telepathic talent on locating Mark but had not had any success. His pale features were creased with a worried frown.

'I can't understand it,' said Adam. 'You're much stronger than me, you should be able to speak to him no matter where he is.'

'That's what's worrying me,' Dayle replied. 'As far as I can see there are only two possibilities..'

Adam, being a powerful telepath himself, was well aware what the possibilities were. 'You think there is a chance Mark is being held by someone even stronger than you.'

'I hope that his the case, even though the thought frightens me. My telepathic ability is far, far strong than it was before, so the idea that someone even stronger is for some reason concealing Mark is not something I like to think about. But even that is preferable to the other alternative.' He paused and closed his eyes to hold back the tears.

Adam put his arms around the boy and held him, giving what comfort he could, as in a soft voice Dayle gave a plea straight from his heart.

'Please Mark, I'm so sorry for leaving you. Please forgive me. Please be out there somewhere, I want you so much. Please... Please... be alive.'

To be continued.... If you are enjoying the story or wish to offer comments, suggestions or constructive criticism please e-mail me at corps_story@hotmail.com, I'd love to hear from you. You can get previews of future parts at the corps web site at http://members.tripod.com/~Gymnopedies. Why not pay a visit?