The Children of Light
Book Two
Chapter Eleven
This piece of fiction contains supernatural themes and sexual interactions between consenting male adults. Please do not read this if it is illegal where you are, or you are not of age to do so.
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‘Okay, I need to head into work for a bit, why don’t you take Callum and Nikolai shopping for some clothes and anything else they might need, take Nikolai to the Safe House to see Mickey at work, and then stop by my work for lunch, with the guys?’ Alex said placing his now empty coffee mug on the kitchen counter. He turned to Quinn who was smiling from the breakfast counter. ‘What?’
‘Nothing, my love. You just, you kind of sounded and looked like a father would have, telling his wife what he was doing, what she should be doing and when to meet him.’ Quinn said stifling a giggle.
‘Oh shit!’ Alex exclaimed. ‘I didn’t order you, did I?’
‘No, my love. Not at all. You just looked like someone telling his household what to do. It was rather amusing.’
‘Well you know I wouldn’t order you to do anything, right?’ The Italian said contritely as he shuffled up to his husband. Quinn reached out and took the man in his arms, squeezing as hard as he could.
‘Of course I know my love. Now, off with you. We’ll see you at lunch.’ The blond said from somewhere near the Italian’s armpit.
‘Be safe my love.’ Alex said, hugging his husband to his chest and kissing the top of his head. Alex released Quinn and scooping up his car keys, headed for the internal garage door. Quinn heard the engine of the Q7 purr to life as the automatic garage door opened. The engine noise dimmed and disappeared as the garage door closed. With a sigh of content the blond stood up and gathered all the dishes from the bench and stacked them in the dishwasher, flicked the switch on the coffee percolator and sat back at the breakfast bar. Just as the percolator finished brewing the coffee, Quinn heard footsteps upstairs, and eventually on the stairs.
‘Good morning.’ Callum said coming into the kitchen and spotting Quinn.
‘Morning Callum. Sleep well?’ The blond asked politely.
‘Very well.’ The Brit said with a slightly blush.
‘Now ask me if I slept well.’ Nikolai said with a playful smile as he appeared behind Callum. ‘He kept me up all night snoring.’ The smaller Russian said, digging his elbow playfully into the Brit’s ribs, both men giggling like children.
‘I’m sorry Nikolai.’ Callum said contritely, a smile still lingering about his lips and eyes.
‘It’s alright tovarisch.’ The Russian said with a smile. ‘You deserved a good sleep.’
‘There’s fresh coffee brewed.’ Quinn said briefly gesturing to the coffee percolator. ‘Milk in the fridge, sugar in the coffee. Cups are in that cupboard.’ He pointed to a cupboard beside the fridge. The two men helped themselves to coffee as Quinn heard another set of footsteps coming down the stairs.
‘Morning Fabz.’ Quinn called out.
‘Good morning, Quinn. Nikolai, Callum.’ Fabrizio said coming into the kitchen, his hair standing on end from sleep.
‘Did Mickey leave early?’ Quinn asked of the Italian cousin.
‘Sì. He left at 6 am.’ Fabrizio said pressing the home button on his phone and reading the time.
‘Coffee’s fresh.’ Quinn said again pointing to the coffee. Fabrizio poured himself a coffee and joined the three men at the kitchen counter.
‘So, Callum, you need clothes. As do you Nikolai. Is there anything else you guys need?’ The blond asked.
‘Would it be possible to get a few things from my house in Russia?’ Nikolai asked in a small voice. Quinn considered this thoughtfully.
‘Unfortunately, I can’t travel like Alex and the rest of them, but, I have an idea.’ Quinn said, standing up and heading for the door, while telepathically calling to Caiden. Quinn stepped outside onto the back deck as the blond twin appeared in the back yard and walked quickly up the steps.
‘Hello Quinn.’ Caiden said with a smile as the two men embraced warmly.
‘Thank you for coming.’ Quinn said turning and leading the twin toward the house. ‘Nikolai wanted to know if he could get a few things from his house. I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea or not.’
‘Well, it’s probably not a good idea for him to actually go there, but, I can pull some of his things for him. Let’s go inside.’ The twin said with a smile, looping his arm into Quinn’s.
‘Good morning all.’ Caiden said as the two blond’s came into the house. The three men nodded back to him.
‘Coffee?’ Quinn asked as Caiden slipped onto a stool with Nikolai, Callum and Fabrizio.
‘Please.’ Caiden said with a nod and then turned to Nikolai. ‘Alright my friend. It’s probably not a good idea for you to go back home just yet, but, with a telepathic connection, I can bring some of the items to you here.’
‘How does that work?’ Nikolai asked with a curious look to the blond.
‘I connect to you telepathically, you think about what you want, and where you saw it last. Then I can pull it through the conduit’s we use to travel.’
‘Sounds simple enough.’ Nikolai said with a happy nod. Caiden closed his eyes and connected with the Russian, both men settling comfortably.
‘Okay, think about what you want.’ Caiden said as Nikolai visualised his laptop, wallet, phone and tablet. ‘And where were they last?’ The twin asked as the Russian saw his bag sitting on a seat beside his bedroom door.
‘You see it?’ Nikolai asked of the twin who nodded briefly.
‘No one is in the house at the moment. One moment.’ Caiden said softly as he waved a hand in front of himself. A flurry of wind and unseen energy and the bag materialised in front of him on the kitchen counter. ‘There we go.’ The twin said with a proud smile as he disconnected the telepathic link between them.
‘Thank you.’ Nikolai said, standing up and swooping down and hugging Caiden. ‘Thank you so much.’ Quinn, who had just placed a cup of coffee in front of Caiden, was watching Callum and saw a sad look flicker across his face.
‘Can you find out what’s gotten Callum so down?’ Quinn asked silently of Caiden. The twin surreptitiously scanned the Brit’s mind and saw sadness and exclusion.
‘He’s feeling left out. He never had things like that. Nor does he have a home.’ Caiden replied telepathically, empathy and sadness colouring the unspoken words. Quinn walked around the kitchen counter as Nikolai and Fabrizio rifled through the Russian’s bag of belongings, and placed an arm around the Brit warmly.
‘Don’t feel down Callum. This is your home as well now.’ He whispered so only Callum could hear him. The Brit looked into the face of the blond, their eyes locking momentarily.
‘You have the same eyes as Alex.’ Quinn said inquisitively.
‘Mum used to say I looked like a light featured version of Alex.’ The Brit said, blushing slightly at the comparison to his cousin, and the closeness of his cousin’s beautiful husband. Quinn sensing his discomfort backed away slightly and smiled.
‘So, I think we should go and buy you some things first. A laptop, phone, and some trendy clothes. What do ya say?’ Quinn asked with a smile.
‘You don’t have to, really.’ Callum said sadly. Quinn’s smile increased in size as he waved a hand dismissing Callum’s response.
‘Nonsense. My gift.’ Quinn said happily. His star quality smile too bright to resist, Callum’s own lips turning up in a smile, his eyes brightening.
‘Thank you.’ Callum said quietly, Quinn nodding in reply.
‘My pleasure.’
‘Hey guys.’ Alex said coming out of his office smiling. He saw his husband, two cousin’s and the smaller Russian sitting in reception patiently. Quinn stood and flitted to Alex’s side where he kissed the man softly on the cheek.
‘Busy day?’ Quinn asked quietly of his husband.
‘Actually, I’m finished for the day. Didn’t really have much to do.’ The Italian said running a hand through his hair.
‘Oh, we could go home for lunch?’ Quinn queried.
‘Nah, let’s go out for lunch.’ Alex said with a smile. ‘Which car did you bring?’
‘The A6.’ The blond replied as Alex excused himself momentarily and ducked back into his office, collecting his personal belongings and coming back out again.
‘I’ll leave the Q7 here.’ The Italian said walking to the reception desk. ‘Maria can you let Michelle know that I’ve left my car here. Here’s the key.’ He said handing a single key over to the receptionist. She nodded politely and put the key in a desk drawer. ‘Let’s go guys.’ Alex said leading the way out of the office.
‘Thank you for lunch Alex.’ Callum said with a smile, Nikolai and Fabrizio nodding in agreement.
‘You’re welcome.’ Alex said happily. ‘Let’s get home and see what Callum got.’ Half an hour later and the five men were in the lounge of Alex’s home, Callum, Nikolai and Fabrizio all opening parcels. Callum had taken out his new smart phone and was charging it as he powered up his new laptop. Nikolai was removing tags from his new collection of clothes as Fabrizio was helping him.
‘Would you like some help with your clothes?’ Quinn asked of Callum as he placed his laptop to the side smiling from ear to ear.
‘Yes, please.’ The Brit said, Quinn sitting beside him and carefully sorting through the pile of clothes and removing the labels.
‘Some nice clothes there Callum.’ Alex said, watching Quinn holding each item up and folding them carefully into multiple piles.
‘Thanks. Quinn chose most of the good ones.’ Callum said with a small flush of embarrassment.
‘He’s always had a good fashion sense.’ Alex said, smiling to his husband.
‘I’m going to take my stuff upstairs.’ Fabrizio said with a childlike smile.
‘Me too.’ Nikolai said as the smile spread from the Italian to the Russian.
‘I may as well too.’ Callum said as the smile reached his face. The three men gathered up their belongings and made their way upstairs with Quinn following, as the front door opened, a gust of cold air bustling into the living room.
‘Hi.’ Mikhail said, closing the door behind him and walking into the lounge.
‘Hey Mickey. Busy day?’ Alex asked, seeing the flustered look on his friend’s face.
‘Another annoying parent. Threw his fifteen year old son out two days ago when he came out, then filed a missing person’s report with the police station. By that time he was with us. The police told him where his son was. He waited a whole bloody day before coming in to get him, then swore and cursed at me when I suggested his son remain with us.’ Mikhail said exhaling loudly as he sat on the sofa. ‘Honestly, such horrible family values first throwing out his son, reporting him missing, knowing precisely where he is AND waiting to go and get him. Then yelling at me for protecting his own son.’
‘People can be fools.’ Alex said softly. ‘Where is the boy?’
‘With us. Sandra didn’t want him going either. Ten minutes and she had all the legal work done.’ Mikhail replied with a triumphant smile.
‘Nice work big guy.’ Alex said with a smile of his own. ‘Oh yeah, Quinn and I are heading to the Sanctuary. Dinner with Lachlan. Nikolai and Callum are coming with us. Did you want to come as well?’
'Is it alright if I give it a miss?’ Mikhail asked exhaling quietly trying not to be rude.
‘Of course, it’s alright big guy.’ Alex said with a smile. ‘I’m sure Fabrizio would enjoy a night with just the two of you.’
‘Sorry, didn’t want to be rude, but I’m happy staying here for the night.’ Mikhail said politely.
‘We’re only going for dinner anyway dude.’ Alex added as Mikhail stood up. The two men moved into the kitchen as Quinn came down the stairs.
‘Hey Mickey.’ Quinn said, skipping to the giant’s side and hugging him quickly.
'Hello squirt.’ The Russian said, pulling the blond to his side warmly. ‘How was your day?’
‘Great. Lots of shopping.’ Quinn said with a smile that stole over his face.
‘Ah yes. The shopping trip.’ Mikhail said with a knowing smile. ‘And how are our newest family members?’
'They’re all great. Nikolai and Callum are picking out something nice to wear for the night.’ Quinn said with a grin.
‘Speaking of which, we should probably get going soon.’ Alex said, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall.
‘Yup, they’ll be down in a few moments.’ The Canadian said, shuffling to the kitchen island and sitting down patiently.
After a few minutes three sets of footsteps echoed down the stairwell as Nikolai, Callum and Fabrizio came down the stairs and into the kitchen. Callum was wearing a pair of dark jeans, a black long sleeve shirt with a lightweight, grey jacket. Nikolai was wearing a pair of blue skinny jeans, barely containing a rather curvaceous bottom for a man his height and build, a white short sleeved shirt and a woollen jumper.
‘Nice Nicky.’ Mikhail said with a smile as his boyfriend tucked himself under the giant’s right arm.
‘You too Callum.’ Alex smiled to his cousin who returned the smile shyly. ‘Alright, let’s get a move on. Alex said, heading for the back door, Quinn, Nikolai and Callum following the Italian. ‘See you guys in a few hours.’ He called out over his shoulder as he stepped outside and with the three men following, walked down the back steps and into the middle of the lawn. Quinn tucked himself under Alex’s left arm and tucked his fingers into the front pocket of the Italian’s jeans. Nikolai stood in front of Alex and placed his hand on the Italian’s wrist, holding firmly, while Callum stood behind Alex, equalling his height and took as decent a grip on Alex’s bicep as one can when trying to encircle a bulging bicep in their hand. Alex nodded to himself and pushed himself through the barrier and into the transportation conduit’s, pulling Quinn, Nikolai and Callum with him. A few short moments later and the men were standing before the Veil of the Sanctuary.
Leading the way, Quinn walked through the blanket of leaves and walked directly to the Gathering field where he saw the Leader speaking with a few of the mages. Johan looked toward Quinn and smiled brightly.
‘Hi guys.’ Quinn said when he was within speaking distance.
‘I’m so glad you came.’ Johan said, his smile still firmly fixed on his face. ‘We have something that we would like you to have.’
‘Wait Johan. Let’s wait for everyone to be here.’ A female mage said excitedly. Quinn seemed to remember her name was Lillian.
‘Here they come.’ Lachlan said, gesturing to a group of people walking toward them, Grayson and Tristan among them. Tristan who was speaking intently with Grayson looked up and spotted Quinn, a smile stealing across the man’s face. Quinn wondered to himself why they were all so happy to see him.
‘You’ll see.’ Lachlan said silently, winking conspiratorially to the blond. Alex was standing close behind Quinn, Nikolai and Callum were off to the side speaking quietly with each other as people began to gather around, Tristan standing beside Johan and Lillian, all three mages unable to contain their happiness.
‘We know that you aren’t a mage, by definition, but, as you are the leader of the Stregheria, and a witch of unrivalled abilities, we see you as a leader of mages. Our Master gave us this when he sent us away and we would like you to have it.’ Johan said politely and reverently. Tristan waved a hand and a cloud of white smoke frizzled before him and dissipated as quickly. He reached out and took a six foot long piece of carved wood into his hand before it toppled over. He hefted the length of wood into both hands and stepped forward to Quinn and bowed respectfully. Quinn bowed in reply, unsure what the proper response was.
‘This is the Master’s staff. He would channel his powers through it. We see it as the symbol of his authority and power and would like you to have it.’ Tristan said holding the staff out to Quinn. The blond, astonished at the token, gasped quietly as he looked over the staff carefully. It was a solid piece of wood, and looked like it had been hardened somehow. It was roughly six foot in length, although tapered, it was about four inches in diameter. The head of the staff was carved in the shape of four talons clasping something. On closer inspection, Quinn thought he recognised a rather large and precious looking diamond being held in the claw.
The blond reached out to touch the wooden shaft and jumped at the sudden appearance of Bael and Cerberus, his spirit companions. Everyone in the gathered group all stepped back in surprise, Tristan and Quinn the only two who stood their ground. Bael, the fire spirit, was shimmering opaquely with flames. Cerberus was marginally transparent and was standing between Bael and Tristan, his body suggesting a defensive stance. The fire spirit reached a hand out and slowly ran a fiery finger from tip to tip along the length of the staff. Cerberus barked a single solid yip of confirmation as Bael turned to the Holy.
‘It is safe.’ The fire spirit said, his voice echoing slightly as he bowed.
‘Thank you Bael.’ Quinn said respectfully as the two spirit guardians began to fade from sight.
‘That was unexpected.’ Johan said, stepping beside Tristan and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Tristan straightened upright, shaking slightly, and looked to the blond.
‘I’m sorry if they scared you.’ Quinn said delicately.
‘That’s the first time I’ve been that close to a spirit of his kind. I mean, I’ve been around spirits before, but none as sentient as him.’ The trembling mage said nervously.
‘As long as you mean no harm to Quinn, he won’t bother you.’ Lachlan said with a knowing smile to the blond.
‘So, we would like you to have this.’ Tristan said, offering the staff to Quinn again, who carefully accepted the gift, noticing that the mages all exhaled as if they had been holding their breath.
‘Thank you.’ Quinn said, placing the base of the staff on the grass and examining the diamond at the top. ‘It is beautiful and an honour that you would bestow such a symbol to me.’ The mages present all smiled and began to trickle away to their own small groups.
‘Come on. I’ve got our dinner in the oven at my cabin.’ Lachlan said to Quinn, Alex, Nikolai and Callum. The five men walked off toward the Leader’s private cabin, Alex waving to Caiden and Jaden when he spotted them.
‘Grayson said that he would be happy to show you how you can channel your powers through that.’ Lachlan said, indicating the staff that Quinn had placed safely against the wall in Lachlan’s living room.
‘I’ll have a chat with him later.’ Quinn said with a smile.
‘Alright, wine is on the table, dinner won’t be far away.’ The Leader said ducking into the kitchen.
‘That was beautiful.’ Callum said, wiping his mouth with a serviette as Nikolai nodded, thoroughly in agreement, Alex and Quinn both smiling thankfully to the Leader.
‘I’m glad you enjoyed it and thank you for the company.’ Lachlan said humbly. ‘I wonder though, if you might indulge me one more favour?’
‘What’s that?’ Alex asked, already knowing what that favour was.
‘Would you all be willing to spend the night here? I’m not much in the mood to be alone.’ The Leader asked bashfully. Nikolai and Callum both turned to Alex nodding vigorously, Quinn smiling.
‘Of course we will.’ Alex said, smiling broadly, causing the Leader to smile in response.
‘Thank you.’ Lachlan said, standing up from the dining table and waving a hand, banishing the dishes to the kitchen. ‘A movie perhaps?’ The four men nodded as Lachlan bustled about setting up a DVD.
A few hours later found the five men in bed, Alex and Quinn in a guest room, Nikolai and Callum were sharing another to the humour of the other three men, Lachlan in his room by himself.
‘That was such a lovely dinner.’ Quinn said softly as he cuddled into Alex’s chest.
‘It was.’ Alex agreed contentedly, his eyes heavy with sleep.
‘Goodnight my love.’ Quinn said as he kissed the Italian’s chest softly.
‘Night babe.’ Alex said as sleep stole over him.
‘Do you remember anything they did to you?’ Callum asked nervously. Nikolai’s breath caught in his throat as the memories he had been holding back came flooding into his mind.
‘Yes.’ The Russian said blandly. Callum remained quiet for a long time before he spoke again.
‘Was it bad?’ The Brit asked quietly, unconsciously shifting closer to the Russian. Nikolai, lying on his back, stared at the ceiling blankly for a few seconds before answering.
‘Yes.’
Again Callum waited quietly for a while before speaking.
‘Nikolai, are you gay?’ Callum asked quietly, unsure how to break the awkwardness he had created.
‘Yes.’ He answered, the word almost being swallowed in the Russian’s discomfort. ‘Are you?’
Callum thought a moment before answering.
‘I think so.’ The Brit answered honestly. ‘I’ve never, you know, done anything with a… man.’
‘Why did you ask me?’ Nikolai asked quietly, wondering why Callum had started this painful and awkward conversation.
‘I… I wanted to know if you were gay.’ The Brit responded meekly, closing his eyes.
‘Why?’ Nikolai asked rolling over and facing Callum. The Brit opened his eyes and looked straight into the light brown eyes of the Russian.
‘Because… because…’ Callum stuttered nervously.
‘Because?’ Nikolai questioned.
‘Because I think you’re beautiful.’ The Brit answered embarrassedly, closing his eyes nervously, not wanting to see Nikolai’s reaction.
‘I’m beautiful?’ The Russian asked softly, unsure it meant what he thought it did.
‘Yes.’ Callum said so quietly, Nikolai hadn’t heard him at first. Nikolai looked at the Brit’s face inquisitively, noting the wrinkles of worry between his drawn together eyebrows, the prominent cheekbones that sat rather high, the hollow of his cheeks, the straight and angular nose, the soft, pale pink lips.
‘I think you’re beautiful too.’ Nikolai whispered softly. Callum’s eyes flickered open in disbelief.
‘You think I’m beautiful?’ Callum asked uncertainly.
‘Yes.’ Nikolai responded, the corners of his mouth curling up.
‘Oh… well… that’s good.’ The Brit stuttered embarrassedly. Nikolai snorted in amusement at Callum’s awkwardness and leaned in, closing the small distance between them. He pressed his lips softly against Callum’s, both men pausing momentarily and enjoying the eternal moment of their kiss.
‘That… that was…’ Callum stuttered as Nikolai pressed his lips to the Brit’s a second time, holding a moment as their flesh touched, before the Russian’s tongue pressed inquisitively against his lips. Callum relaxed and allowed the tongue entrance, greeting it warmly with his own. The tongues caressed each other softly, dancing slowly, hypnotically with each other. A soft, low moan of pleasure sounded in the throat of the Brit as their kiss became more impassioned. Nikolai finished the kiss, softly licking the bow of the Brit’s bottom lip, a smile playing about his eyes when he looked into Callum’s eyes.
‘That was amazing.’ Callum gasped quietly, the thrill of the tender kiss still dancing in his eyes.
‘I’m glad you like.’ Nikolai said with a quiet giggle.
‘Can I… may I…?’ Nikolai cut off the Brit’s question by kissing him again, this time, without preamble. His tongue sought out its dance partner immediately as the Russian enfolded the Brit in his arms and legs, his hands clasping to the back of Callum’s head, pressing their mouths together fiercely, as the tongue tango could no longer be contained in the joined mouths. Callum clung onto Nikolai as if he were a rope upon which he was hanging over a precipice. The two men rolled around the bed, an occasional moan managing to escape past the wrestling tongues. After an eternity the mouths separated with a climactic smacking of the lips and the two men smiled bashfully at each other.
‘Wow.’ Callum said softly.
‘Yes.’ Nikolai said, the tip of his nose rubbing softly against the Brit’s.
‘Are you naked?’ Callum asked spontaneously, splintering the Russian’s mood momentarily.
‘No, I’m wearing underwear.’
‘Oh, me too.’ The Brit said with childish embarrassment.
‘Would you like me to remove them?’ Nikolai asked curiously. Callum’s eyes dilated for a second when the thought of being naked with the Russian dashed through his mind. He hesitated for a moment and seeking a reassurance in the dark blue eyes he nodded affirmatively.
Even though it was only 6 am, the sun was already searing hot, blistering through the windows of the small cottage. Rama opened the door and stepped out onto the small porch and smiled, looking into the rising sun. He stepped off the porch onto the dry dirt and began walking toward the temple, his gait light and free. Dressed in the soft and clean white garments of the priesthood, he made his way slowly through the awakening village on the outskirts of Luxor. Every now and then someone would spot the priest and nod to him respectfully, and continue about their morning business. Rama eventually made his way to where the priests were to gather before setting out on the small walk to the Temple of Karnak.
‘Good morning.’ Rama said as he took a seat in the shade of a tree with the other priests.
‘Rama.’ One of the priests said with a friendly smile.
Alex awoke with a start and wondered where he was. Looking around the darkness, the grassy meadow began to fade from his view as he recalled the steel cold of metal piercing his chest, and the warmth of poison spreading through his veins. Shaking himself fully awake, he slipped out of bed gently, careful not to disturb Quinn who was still sleeping soundly. The Italian collected his cigarettes and slipped through the quiet cabin and out onto the deck. He had barely lit a cigarette when Lachlan appeared beside the Italian, both men naked.
‘Couldn’t sleep?’ Lachlan asked as he lit himself a smoke. Alex took a drag and responded.
‘Had that dream again.’
‘You know that premonition isn’t about you, right?’ Lachlan questioned the Italian.
‘It’s hard not to when there’s no logic about it.’ Alex answered carefully, trying not to be rude.
‘You’ve nothing to worry about Alex.’ The Leader said comfortingly and Alex felt himself relax.
‘You can’t sleep either?’ The Italian asked of the Leader.
‘No. It’s odd not having Rama nearby.’ Alex nodded in understanding, knowing that Quinn’s absence would be hard to bear.
‘We should probably get started.’ One of the priests said, looking up at the sun. All five priests stood and began the slow yet comfortable procession to the temple, stopping briefly to speak with the people.
During the walk and the actual ceremony, Rama’s abilities would be stifled, as the God of Sun would not be happy that his high priest was in some senses, more powerful than himself. Without being able to read the minds of those around him, and those of whom he met, he wondered what the people of Luxor were thinking. In this day and age, the Priests Procession wasn’t exactly commonplace, in fact quite a large proportion of the Egyptian people believed the priests to be superfluous and “crazed”.
After a few hours of walking through the township and speaking with the people, those who still held true to the old gods and celebrated the arrival of the Priests, the five priests of Ra reached the great Temple of Karnak, or what remained of the once glorious house of Amon Ra.
The priests walked into an internal antechamber just a few feet from the entrance, Rama leading the men, all with heads lowered in reverence. Rama stopped before a relief of the sun god and the four men behind stepped forward and beside the High Priest, the five men kneeling before the heavily faded mural.
After a few moments of silent prayer, Rama stood and made his way to the side door where two other men stood sentry. Rama nodded to the two guards, and stepping between the men into the doorway, noticed that they didn’t respond. Shrugging his shoulders, he walked down the dimly lit hallway and into a large but well lit room. The Egyptian walked to the altar in the middle of the room, upon which were tributaries and items of offering to the sun god. He felt a sense of being watched, as if the sun god himself was in this very room, watching his every move with falcon like focus. The High Priest actually felt the presence of something in the chamber and relaxed somewhat, believing Amon Ra was with him.
Rama knelt carefully before the altar and bringing his hands together in front of him, began his silent prayer.
The two men sat quietly as they finished their cigarette. Alex rose to his feet first, and offered a helping hand to Lachlan. Alex stepped through the sliding door and his vision blurred. The living room disappeared and he was in a brightly lit chamber. He turned to the left and took three calculated steps, turned to the right and took ten steps. Fixing his eyes on a relief of the falcon headed god, he shuffled carefully until he was standing ten feet from the wall, directly in front of the god’s image.
‘Almighty, I pray to thee.’ Rama said confidently as he bowed his head and closed his eyes. The Egyptian felt the presence of the Sun God standing behind him and smiled.
‘Heathen.’ Hissed a voice from behind the Egyptian as he felt the cold bite of metal tearing through his chest. In shock, Rama opened his eyes and saw the tip of a blade poking out of his chest, right where his heart was thumping furiously. Gasping, the Egyptian’s vision blurred and he was no longer in the temple room.
He fell to his knees on the soft, green grass, his body betraying him, shaking with fear and pain. He clutched at his chest, the blade no longer visible, but a red stain growing larger on the chest of his white robes. He swallowed back the bile in his throat and swayed heavily, falling back onto his back. Coughing slightly, flecks of blood splattered his ghostly white face.
‘No, oh god. Please, no!’ A voice called out in shock as tears began to pool in the intense green eyes of the Egyptian. The person who called out had fallen to their knees beside Rama’s head, pulling his head into their lap as warm droplets rained down on his face. ‘Please, please don’t go.’ The voice begged of him.
‘I… I’m so sorry.’ Rama said in a steady voice. ‘I… I can’t stop this neteru.’ He said sadly. ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘No! No… no you can’t!’ The voice pleaded with him, even as the coldness of death chilled his limbs, which was in a morbid way a relief from the fiery substance racing through his veins. ‘No Rama! No, stay! Please stay!’
Lachlan seized the shoulders of his husband and shook him roughly. Looking down into the still face of the Egyptian, speckled with blood, through the tears of shock, Lachlan watched the face of his husband fade into nothing as the astral projection of Rama ceased to exist.
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‘Okay, I need to head into work for a bit, why don’t you take Callum and Nikolai shopping for some clothes and anything else they might need, take Nikolai to the Safe House to see Mickey at work, and then stop by my work for lunch, with the guys?’ Alex said placing his now empty coffee mug on the kitchen counter. He turned to Quinn who was smiling from the breakfast counter. ‘What?’
‘Nothing, my love. You just, you kind of sounded and looked like a father would have, telling his wife what he was doing, what she should be doing and when to meet him.’ Quinn said stifling a giggle.
‘Oh shit!’ Alex exclaimed. ‘I didn’t order you, did I?’
‘No, my love. Not at all. You just looked like someone telling his household what to do. It was rather amusing.’
‘Well you know I wouldn’t order you to do anything, right?’ The Italian said contritely as he shuffled up to his husband. Quinn reached out and took the man in his arms, squeezing as hard as he could.
‘Of course I know my love. Now, off with you. We’ll see you at lunch.’ The blond said from somewhere near the Italian’s armpit.
‘Be safe my love.’ Alex said, hugging his husband to his chest and kissing the top of his head. Alex released Quinn and scooping up his car keys, headed for the internal garage door. Quinn heard the engine of the Q7 purr to life as the automatic garage door opened. The engine noise dimmed and disappeared as the garage door closed. With a sigh of content the blond stood up and gathered all the dishes from the bench and stacked them in the dishwasher, flicked the switch on the coffee percolator and sat back at the breakfast bar. Just as the percolator finished brewing the coffee, Quinn heard footsteps upstairs, and eventually on the stairs.
‘Good morning.’ Callum said coming into the kitchen and spotting Quinn.
‘Morning Callum. Sleep well?’ The blond asked politely.
‘Very well.’ The Brit said with a slightly blush.
‘Now ask me if I slept well.’ Nikolai said with a playful smile as he appeared behind Callum. ‘He kept me up all night snoring.’ The smaller Russian said, digging his elbow playfully into the Brit’s ribs, both men giggling like children.
‘I’m sorry Nikolai.’ Callum said contritely, a smile still lingering about his lips and eyes.
‘It’s alright tovarisch.’ The Russian said with a smile. ‘You deserved a good sleep.’
‘There’s fresh coffee brewed.’ Quinn said briefly gesturing to the coffee percolator. ‘Milk in the fridge, sugar in the coffee. Cups are in that cupboard.’ He pointed to a cupboard beside the fridge. The two men helped themselves to coffee as Quinn heard another set of footsteps coming down the stairs.
‘Morning Fabz.’ Quinn called out.
‘Good morning, Quinn. Nikolai, Callum.’ Fabrizio said coming into the kitchen, his hair standing on end from sleep.
‘Did Mickey leave early?’ Quinn asked of the Italian cousin.
‘Sì. He left at 6 am.’ Fabrizio said pressing the home button on his phone and reading the time.
‘Coffee’s fresh.’ Quinn said again pointing to the coffee. Fabrizio poured himself a coffee and joined the three men at the kitchen counter.
‘So, Callum, you need clothes. As do you Nikolai. Is there anything else you guys need?’ The blond asked.
‘Would it be possible to get a few things from my house in Russia?’ Nikolai asked in a small voice. Quinn considered this thoughtfully.
‘Unfortunately, I can’t travel like Alex and the rest of them, but, I have an idea.’ Quinn said, standing up and heading for the door, while telepathically calling to Caiden. Quinn stepped outside onto the back deck as the blond twin appeared in the back yard and walked quickly up the steps.
‘Hello Quinn.’ Caiden said with a smile as the two men embraced warmly.
‘Thank you for coming.’ Quinn said turning and leading the twin toward the house. ‘Nikolai wanted to know if he could get a few things from his house. I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea or not.’
‘Well, it’s probably not a good idea for him to actually go there, but, I can pull some of his things for him. Let’s go inside.’ The twin said with a smile, looping his arm into Quinn’s.
‘Good morning all.’ Caiden said as the two blond’s came into the house. The three men nodded back to him.
‘Coffee?’ Quinn asked as Caiden slipped onto a stool with Nikolai, Callum and Fabrizio.
‘Please.’ Caiden said with a nod and then turned to Nikolai. ‘Alright my friend. It’s probably not a good idea for you to go back home just yet, but, with a telepathic connection, I can bring some of the items to you here.’
‘How does that work?’ Nikolai asked with a curious look to the blond.
‘I connect to you telepathically, you think about what you want, and where you saw it last. Then I can pull it through the conduit’s we use to travel.’
‘Sounds simple enough.’ Nikolai said with a happy nod. Caiden closed his eyes and connected with the Russian, both men settling comfortably.
‘Okay, think about what you want.’ Caiden said as Nikolai visualised his laptop, wallet, phone and tablet. ‘And where were they last?’ The twin asked as the Russian saw his bag sitting on a seat beside his bedroom door.
‘You see it?’ Nikolai asked of the twin who nodded briefly.
‘No one is in the house at the moment. One moment.’ Caiden said softly as he waved a hand in front of himself. A flurry of wind and unseen energy and the bag materialised in front of him on the kitchen counter. ‘There we go.’ The twin said with a proud smile as he disconnected the telepathic link between them.
‘Thank you.’ Nikolai said, standing up and swooping down and hugging Caiden. ‘Thank you so much.’ Quinn, who had just placed a cup of coffee in front of Caiden, was watching Callum and saw a sad look flicker across his face.
‘Can you find out what’s gotten Callum so down?’ Quinn asked silently of Caiden. The twin surreptitiously scanned the Brit’s mind and saw sadness and exclusion.
‘He’s feeling left out. He never had things like that. Nor does he have a home.’ Caiden replied telepathically, empathy and sadness colouring the unspoken words. Quinn walked around the kitchen counter as Nikolai and Fabrizio rifled through the Russian’s bag of belongings, and placed an arm around the Brit warmly.
‘Don’t feel down Callum. This is your home as well now.’ He whispered so only Callum could hear him. The Brit looked into the face of the blond, their eyes locking momentarily.
‘You have the same eyes as Alex.’ Quinn said inquisitively.
‘Mum used to say I looked like a light featured version of Alex.’ The Brit said, blushing slightly at the comparison to his cousin, and the closeness of his cousin’s beautiful husband. Quinn sensing his discomfort backed away slightly and smiled.
‘So, I think we should go and buy you some things first. A laptop, phone, and some trendy clothes. What do ya say?’ Quinn asked with a smile.
‘You don’t have to, really.’ Callum said sadly. Quinn’s smile increased in size as he waved a hand dismissing Callum’s response.
‘Nonsense. My gift.’ Quinn said happily. His star quality smile too bright to resist, Callum’s own lips turning up in a smile, his eyes brightening.
‘Thank you.’ Callum said quietly, Quinn nodding in reply.
‘My pleasure.’
‘Hey guys.’ Alex said coming out of his office smiling. He saw his husband, two cousin’s and the smaller Russian sitting in reception patiently. Quinn stood and flitted to Alex’s side where he kissed the man softly on the cheek.
‘Busy day?’ Quinn asked quietly of his husband.
‘Actually, I’m finished for the day. Didn’t really have much to do.’ The Italian said running a hand through his hair.
‘Oh, we could go home for lunch?’ Quinn queried.
‘Nah, let’s go out for lunch.’ Alex said with a smile. ‘Which car did you bring?’
‘The A6.’ The blond replied as Alex excused himself momentarily and ducked back into his office, collecting his personal belongings and coming back out again.
‘I’ll leave the Q7 here.’ The Italian said walking to the reception desk. ‘Maria can you let Michelle know that I’ve left my car here. Here’s the key.’ He said handing a single key over to the receptionist. She nodded politely and put the key in a desk drawer. ‘Let’s go guys.’ Alex said leading the way out of the office.
‘Thank you for lunch Alex.’ Callum said with a smile, Nikolai and Fabrizio nodding in agreement.
‘You’re welcome.’ Alex said happily. ‘Let’s get home and see what Callum got.’ Half an hour later and the five men were in the lounge of Alex’s home, Callum, Nikolai and Fabrizio all opening parcels. Callum had taken out his new smart phone and was charging it as he powered up his new laptop. Nikolai was removing tags from his new collection of clothes as Fabrizio was helping him.
‘Would you like some help with your clothes?’ Quinn asked of Callum as he placed his laptop to the side smiling from ear to ear.
‘Yes, please.’ The Brit said, Quinn sitting beside him and carefully sorting through the pile of clothes and removing the labels.
‘Some nice clothes there Callum.’ Alex said, watching Quinn holding each item up and folding them carefully into multiple piles.
‘Thanks. Quinn chose most of the good ones.’ Callum said with a small flush of embarrassment.
‘He’s always had a good fashion sense.’ Alex said, smiling to his husband.
‘I’m going to take my stuff upstairs.’ Fabrizio said with a childlike smile.
‘Me too.’ Nikolai said as the smile spread from the Italian to the Russian.
‘I may as well too.’ Callum said as the smile reached his face. The three men gathered up their belongings and made their way upstairs with Quinn following, as the front door opened, a gust of cold air bustling into the living room.
‘Hi.’ Mikhail said, closing the door behind him and walking into the lounge.
‘Hey Mickey. Busy day?’ Alex asked, seeing the flustered look on his friend’s face.
‘Another annoying parent. Threw his fifteen year old son out two days ago when he came out, then filed a missing person’s report with the police station. By that time he was with us. The police told him where his son was. He waited a whole bloody day before coming in to get him, then swore and cursed at me when I suggested his son remain with us.’ Mikhail said exhaling loudly as he sat on the sofa. ‘Honestly, such horrible family values first throwing out his son, reporting him missing, knowing precisely where he is AND waiting to go and get him. Then yelling at me for protecting his own son.’
‘People can be fools.’ Alex said softly. ‘Where is the boy?’
‘With us. Sandra didn’t want him going either. Ten minutes and she had all the legal work done.’ Mikhail replied with a triumphant smile.
‘Nice work big guy.’ Alex said with a smile of his own. ‘Oh yeah, Quinn and I are heading to the Sanctuary. Dinner with Lachlan. Nikolai and Callum are coming with us. Did you want to come as well?’
'Is it alright if I give it a miss?’ Mikhail asked exhaling quietly trying not to be rude.
‘Of course, it’s alright big guy.’ Alex said with a smile. ‘I’m sure Fabrizio would enjoy a night with just the two of you.’
‘Sorry, didn’t want to be rude, but I’m happy staying here for the night.’ Mikhail said politely.
‘We’re only going for dinner anyway dude.’ Alex added as Mikhail stood up. The two men moved into the kitchen as Quinn came down the stairs.
‘Hey Mickey.’ Quinn said, skipping to the giant’s side and hugging him quickly.
'Hello squirt.’ The Russian said, pulling the blond to his side warmly. ‘How was your day?’
‘Great. Lots of shopping.’ Quinn said with a smile that stole over his face.
‘Ah yes. The shopping trip.’ Mikhail said with a knowing smile. ‘And how are our newest family members?’
'They’re all great. Nikolai and Callum are picking out something nice to wear for the night.’ Quinn said with a grin.
‘Speaking of which, we should probably get going soon.’ Alex said, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall.
‘Yup, they’ll be down in a few moments.’ The Canadian said, shuffling to the kitchen island and sitting down patiently.
After a few minutes three sets of footsteps echoed down the stairwell as Nikolai, Callum and Fabrizio came down the stairs and into the kitchen. Callum was wearing a pair of dark jeans, a black long sleeve shirt with a lightweight, grey jacket. Nikolai was wearing a pair of blue skinny jeans, barely containing a rather curvaceous bottom for a man his height and build, a white short sleeved shirt and a woollen jumper.
‘Nice Nicky.’ Mikhail said with a smile as his boyfriend tucked himself under the giant’s right arm.
‘You too Callum.’ Alex smiled to his cousin who returned the smile shyly. ‘Alright, let’s get a move on. Alex said, heading for the back door, Quinn, Nikolai and Callum following the Italian. ‘See you guys in a few hours.’ He called out over his shoulder as he stepped outside and with the three men following, walked down the back steps and into the middle of the lawn. Quinn tucked himself under Alex’s left arm and tucked his fingers into the front pocket of the Italian’s jeans. Nikolai stood in front of Alex and placed his hand on the Italian’s wrist, holding firmly, while Callum stood behind Alex, equalling his height and took as decent a grip on Alex’s bicep as one can when trying to encircle a bulging bicep in their hand. Alex nodded to himself and pushed himself through the barrier and into the transportation conduit’s, pulling Quinn, Nikolai and Callum with him. A few short moments later and the men were standing before the Veil of the Sanctuary.
Leading the way, Quinn walked through the blanket of leaves and walked directly to the Gathering field where he saw the Leader speaking with a few of the mages. Johan looked toward Quinn and smiled brightly.
‘Hi guys.’ Quinn said when he was within speaking distance.
‘I’m so glad you came.’ Johan said, his smile still firmly fixed on his face. ‘We have something that we would like you to have.’
‘Wait Johan. Let’s wait for everyone to be here.’ A female mage said excitedly. Quinn seemed to remember her name was Lillian.
‘Here they come.’ Lachlan said, gesturing to a group of people walking toward them, Grayson and Tristan among them. Tristan who was speaking intently with Grayson looked up and spotted Quinn, a smile stealing across the man’s face. Quinn wondered to himself why they were all so happy to see him.
‘You’ll see.’ Lachlan said silently, winking conspiratorially to the blond. Alex was standing close behind Quinn, Nikolai and Callum were off to the side speaking quietly with each other as people began to gather around, Tristan standing beside Johan and Lillian, all three mages unable to contain their happiness.
‘We know that you aren’t a mage, by definition, but, as you are the leader of the Stregheria, and a witch of unrivalled abilities, we see you as a leader of mages. Our Master gave us this when he sent us away and we would like you to have it.’ Johan said politely and reverently. Tristan waved a hand and a cloud of white smoke frizzled before him and dissipated as quickly. He reached out and took a six foot long piece of carved wood into his hand before it toppled over. He hefted the length of wood into both hands and stepped forward to Quinn and bowed respectfully. Quinn bowed in reply, unsure what the proper response was.
‘This is the Master’s staff. He would channel his powers through it. We see it as the symbol of his authority and power and would like you to have it.’ Tristan said holding the staff out to Quinn. The blond, astonished at the token, gasped quietly as he looked over the staff carefully. It was a solid piece of wood, and looked like it had been hardened somehow. It was roughly six foot in length, although tapered, it was about four inches in diameter. The head of the staff was carved in the shape of four talons clasping something. On closer inspection, Quinn thought he recognised a rather large and precious looking diamond being held in the claw.
The blond reached out to touch the wooden shaft and jumped at the sudden appearance of Bael and Cerberus, his spirit companions. Everyone in the gathered group all stepped back in surprise, Tristan and Quinn the only two who stood their ground. Bael, the fire spirit, was shimmering opaquely with flames. Cerberus was marginally transparent and was standing between Bael and Tristan, his body suggesting a defensive stance. The fire spirit reached a hand out and slowly ran a fiery finger from tip to tip along the length of the staff. Cerberus barked a single solid yip of confirmation as Bael turned to the Holy.
‘It is safe.’ The fire spirit said, his voice echoing slightly as he bowed.
‘Thank you Bael.’ Quinn said respectfully as the two spirit guardians began to fade from sight.
‘That was unexpected.’ Johan said, stepping beside Tristan and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Tristan straightened upright, shaking slightly, and looked to the blond.
‘I’m sorry if they scared you.’ Quinn said delicately.
‘That’s the first time I’ve been that close to a spirit of his kind. I mean, I’ve been around spirits before, but none as sentient as him.’ The trembling mage said nervously.
‘As long as you mean no harm to Quinn, he won’t bother you.’ Lachlan said with a knowing smile to the blond.
‘So, we would like you to have this.’ Tristan said, offering the staff to Quinn again, who carefully accepted the gift, noticing that the mages all exhaled as if they had been holding their breath.
‘Thank you.’ Quinn said, placing the base of the staff on the grass and examining the diamond at the top. ‘It is beautiful and an honour that you would bestow such a symbol to me.’ The mages present all smiled and began to trickle away to their own small groups.
‘Come on. I’ve got our dinner in the oven at my cabin.’ Lachlan said to Quinn, Alex, Nikolai and Callum. The five men walked off toward the Leader’s private cabin, Alex waving to Caiden and Jaden when he spotted them.
‘Grayson said that he would be happy to show you how you can channel your powers through that.’ Lachlan said, indicating the staff that Quinn had placed safely against the wall in Lachlan’s living room.
‘I’ll have a chat with him later.’ Quinn said with a smile.
‘Alright, wine is on the table, dinner won’t be far away.’ The Leader said ducking into the kitchen.
‘That was beautiful.’ Callum said, wiping his mouth with a serviette as Nikolai nodded, thoroughly in agreement, Alex and Quinn both smiling thankfully to the Leader.
‘I’m glad you enjoyed it and thank you for the company.’ Lachlan said humbly. ‘I wonder though, if you might indulge me one more favour?’
‘What’s that?’ Alex asked, already knowing what that favour was.
‘Would you all be willing to spend the night here? I’m not much in the mood to be alone.’ The Leader asked bashfully. Nikolai and Callum both turned to Alex nodding vigorously, Quinn smiling.
‘Of course we will.’ Alex said, smiling broadly, causing the Leader to smile in response.
‘Thank you.’ Lachlan said, standing up from the dining table and waving a hand, banishing the dishes to the kitchen. ‘A movie perhaps?’ The four men nodded as Lachlan bustled about setting up a DVD.
A few hours later found the five men in bed, Alex and Quinn in a guest room, Nikolai and Callum were sharing another to the humour of the other three men, Lachlan in his room by himself.
‘That was such a lovely dinner.’ Quinn said softly as he cuddled into Alex’s chest.
‘It was.’ Alex agreed contentedly, his eyes heavy with sleep.
‘Goodnight my love.’ Quinn said as he kissed the Italian’s chest softly.
‘Night babe.’ Alex said as sleep stole over him.
‘Do you remember anything they did to you?’ Callum asked nervously. Nikolai’s breath caught in his throat as the memories he had been holding back came flooding into his mind.
‘Yes.’ The Russian said blandly. Callum remained quiet for a long time before he spoke again.
‘Was it bad?’ The Brit asked quietly, unconsciously shifting closer to the Russian. Nikolai, lying on his back, stared at the ceiling blankly for a few seconds before answering.
‘Yes.’
Again Callum waited quietly for a while before speaking.
‘Nikolai, are you gay?’ Callum asked quietly, unsure how to break the awkwardness he had created.
‘Yes.’ He answered, the word almost being swallowed in the Russian’s discomfort. ‘Are you?’
Callum thought a moment before answering.
‘I think so.’ The Brit answered honestly. ‘I’ve never, you know, done anything with a… man.’
‘Why did you ask me?’ Nikolai asked quietly, wondering why Callum had started this painful and awkward conversation.
‘I… I wanted to know if you were gay.’ The Brit responded meekly, closing his eyes.
‘Why?’ Nikolai asked rolling over and facing Callum. The Brit opened his eyes and looked straight into the light brown eyes of the Russian.
‘Because… because…’ Callum stuttered nervously.
‘Because?’ Nikolai questioned.
‘Because I think you’re beautiful.’ The Brit answered embarrassedly, closing his eyes nervously, not wanting to see Nikolai’s reaction.
‘I’m beautiful?’ The Russian asked softly, unsure it meant what he thought it did.
‘Yes.’ Callum said so quietly, Nikolai hadn’t heard him at first. Nikolai looked at the Brit’s face inquisitively, noting the wrinkles of worry between his drawn together eyebrows, the prominent cheekbones that sat rather high, the hollow of his cheeks, the straight and angular nose, the soft, pale pink lips.
‘I think you’re beautiful too.’ Nikolai whispered softly. Callum’s eyes flickered open in disbelief.
‘You think I’m beautiful?’ Callum asked uncertainly.
‘Yes.’ Nikolai responded, the corners of his mouth curling up.
‘Oh… well… that’s good.’ The Brit stuttered embarrassedly. Nikolai snorted in amusement at Callum’s awkwardness and leaned in, closing the small distance between them. He pressed his lips softly against Callum’s, both men pausing momentarily and enjoying the eternal moment of their kiss.
‘That… that was…’ Callum stuttered as Nikolai pressed his lips to the Brit’s a second time, holding a moment as their flesh touched, before the Russian’s tongue pressed inquisitively against his lips. Callum relaxed and allowed the tongue entrance, greeting it warmly with his own. The tongues caressed each other softly, dancing slowly, hypnotically with each other. A soft, low moan of pleasure sounded in the throat of the Brit as their kiss became more impassioned. Nikolai finished the kiss, softly licking the bow of the Brit’s bottom lip, a smile playing about his eyes when he looked into Callum’s eyes.
‘That was amazing.’ Callum gasped quietly, the thrill of the tender kiss still dancing in his eyes.
‘I’m glad you like.’ Nikolai said with a quiet giggle.
‘Can I… may I…?’ Nikolai cut off the Brit’s question by kissing him again, this time, without preamble. His tongue sought out its dance partner immediately as the Russian enfolded the Brit in his arms and legs, his hands clasping to the back of Callum’s head, pressing their mouths together fiercely, as the tongue tango could no longer be contained in the joined mouths. Callum clung onto Nikolai as if he were a rope upon which he was hanging over a precipice. The two men rolled around the bed, an occasional moan managing to escape past the wrestling tongues. After an eternity the mouths separated with a climactic smacking of the lips and the two men smiled bashfully at each other.
‘Wow.’ Callum said softly.
‘Yes.’ Nikolai said, the tip of his nose rubbing softly against the Brit’s.
‘Are you naked?’ Callum asked spontaneously, splintering the Russian’s mood momentarily.
‘No, I’m wearing underwear.’
‘Oh, me too.’ The Brit said with childish embarrassment.
‘Would you like me to remove them?’ Nikolai asked curiously. Callum’s eyes dilated for a second when the thought of being naked with the Russian dashed through his mind. He hesitated for a moment and seeking a reassurance in the dark blue eyes he nodded affirmatively.
Even though it was only 6 am, the sun was already searing hot, blistering through the windows of the small cottage. Rama opened the door and stepped out onto the small porch and smiled, looking into the rising sun. He stepped off the porch onto the dry dirt and began walking toward the temple, his gait light and free. Dressed in the soft and clean white garments of the priesthood, he made his way slowly through the awakening village on the outskirts of Luxor. Every now and then someone would spot the priest and nod to him respectfully, and continue about their morning business. Rama eventually made his way to where the priests were to gather before setting out on the small walk to the Temple of Karnak.
‘Good morning.’ Rama said as he took a seat in the shade of a tree with the other priests.
‘Rama.’ One of the priests said with a friendly smile.
Alex awoke with a start and wondered where he was. Looking around the darkness, the grassy meadow began to fade from his view as he recalled the steel cold of metal piercing his chest, and the warmth of poison spreading through his veins. Shaking himself fully awake, he slipped out of bed gently, careful not to disturb Quinn who was still sleeping soundly. The Italian collected his cigarettes and slipped through the quiet cabin and out onto the deck. He had barely lit a cigarette when Lachlan appeared beside the Italian, both men naked.
‘Couldn’t sleep?’ Lachlan asked as he lit himself a smoke. Alex took a drag and responded.
‘Had that dream again.’
‘You know that premonition isn’t about you, right?’ Lachlan questioned the Italian.
‘It’s hard not to when there’s no logic about it.’ Alex answered carefully, trying not to be rude.
‘You’ve nothing to worry about Alex.’ The Leader said comfortingly and Alex felt himself relax.
‘You can’t sleep either?’ The Italian asked of the Leader.
‘No. It’s odd not having Rama nearby.’ Alex nodded in understanding, knowing that Quinn’s absence would be hard to bear.
‘We should probably get started.’ One of the priests said, looking up at the sun. All five priests stood and began the slow yet comfortable procession to the temple, stopping briefly to speak with the people.
During the walk and the actual ceremony, Rama’s abilities would be stifled, as the God of Sun would not be happy that his high priest was in some senses, more powerful than himself. Without being able to read the minds of those around him, and those of whom he met, he wondered what the people of Luxor were thinking. In this day and age, the Priests Procession wasn’t exactly commonplace, in fact quite a large proportion of the Egyptian people believed the priests to be superfluous and “crazed”.
After a few hours of walking through the township and speaking with the people, those who still held true to the old gods and celebrated the arrival of the Priests, the five priests of Ra reached the great Temple of Karnak, or what remained of the once glorious house of Amon Ra.
The priests walked into an internal antechamber just a few feet from the entrance, Rama leading the men, all with heads lowered in reverence. Rama stopped before a relief of the sun god and the four men behind stepped forward and beside the High Priest, the five men kneeling before the heavily faded mural.
After a few moments of silent prayer, Rama stood and made his way to the side door where two other men stood sentry. Rama nodded to the two guards, and stepping between the men into the doorway, noticed that they didn’t respond. Shrugging his shoulders, he walked down the dimly lit hallway and into a large but well lit room. The Egyptian walked to the altar in the middle of the room, upon which were tributaries and items of offering to the sun god. He felt a sense of being watched, as if the sun god himself was in this very room, watching his every move with falcon like focus. The High Priest actually felt the presence of something in the chamber and relaxed somewhat, believing Amon Ra was with him.
Rama knelt carefully before the altar and bringing his hands together in front of him, began his silent prayer.
The two men sat quietly as they finished their cigarette. Alex rose to his feet first, and offered a helping hand to Lachlan. Alex stepped through the sliding door and his vision blurred. The living room disappeared and he was in a brightly lit chamber. He turned to the left and took three calculated steps, turned to the right and took ten steps. Fixing his eyes on a relief of the falcon headed god, he shuffled carefully until he was standing ten feet from the wall, directly in front of the god’s image.
‘Almighty, I pray to thee.’ Rama said confidently as he bowed his head and closed his eyes. The Egyptian felt the presence of the Sun God standing behind him and smiled.
‘Heathen.’ Hissed a voice from behind the Egyptian as he felt the cold bite of metal tearing through his chest. In shock, Rama opened his eyes and saw the tip of a blade poking out of his chest, right where his heart was thumping furiously. Gasping, the Egyptian’s vision blurred and he was no longer in the temple room.
He fell to his knees on the soft, green grass, his body betraying him, shaking with fear and pain. He clutched at his chest, the blade no longer visible, but a red stain growing larger on the chest of his white robes. He swallowed back the bile in his throat and swayed heavily, falling back onto his back. Coughing slightly, flecks of blood splattered his ghostly white face.
‘No, oh god. Please, no!’ A voice called out in shock as tears began to pool in the intense green eyes of the Egyptian. The person who called out had fallen to their knees beside Rama’s head, pulling his head into their lap as warm droplets rained down on his face. ‘Please, please don’t go.’ The voice begged of him.
‘I… I’m so sorry.’ Rama said in a steady voice. ‘I… I can’t stop this neteru.’ He said sadly. ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘No! No… no you can’t!’ The voice pleaded with him, even as the coldness of death chilled his limbs, which was in a morbid way a relief from the fiery substance racing through his veins. ‘No Rama! No, stay! Please stay!’
Lachlan seized the shoulders of his husband and shook him roughly. Looking down into the still face of the Egyptian, speckled with blood, through the tears of shock, Lachlan watched the face of his husband fade into nothing as the astral projection of Rama ceased to exist.