As Michael lay on the bed next to Nick, he slowly traced circles over Nick's bare chest with his hand, all the while smiling and staring into Nick's eyes.

When Michael did not do anything more to advance, Nick finally sat up. "What's on your mind?"

"Huh?" Michael said, broken out of his reverie.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Well, I have something else to tell you, but I don't know how to say it."

"Michael, you just told me you were pregnant. I don't think I'll have a heart attack from anything you say."

"Well, there will be certain hormonal side effects to my being pregnant. Humans have morning sickness, I have something else."

"What is it?"

"Well, I don't want to frighten you."

"Michael, just tell me."

"My sex drive."

"What? You don't like having sex while pregnant."

"No, my sex drive increases."

"How much?"

"Well, there is no specific formula, but my hormones could range anywhere from having to climax 3 times a day to needing to climax 12 times a day."

"You're kidding, right?" Nick said, with a small smile. Michael innocently shook his head "no." "Michael, you know I love making love to you. I love to do it constantly, but even I can't go that often."

"I know. That's why I wanted to ask you if you would help me out, when you can't."

"Help you out?" Nick asked raising an eyebrow.

"You know. When I still need to, and you can't right then, could you just, you know...."

"Michael, how old are you?" Nick said laughing, "You're an ancient, immortal, beautiful person and you can't ask me to give you a handjob?"

Michael blushed a little and looked away, a shy smile on his face. "Well, Nick, I've never actually had to ask."

"I will, when you need me to, but in the meantime, I can," Nick answered seductively.

"Want to try something new?" Michael asked, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Sure. I'm game."

"Get out of bed."

"Why?"

"No questions yet, but out of bed for now."

They both got out of the bed, but they didn't get far away from it. Michael first walked around Nick, who was only wearing his underwear, admiring his physique. Then, he dropped to his knees and slowly pulled Nick's only garment down with his teeth. Nick laughed a little at the sensation. "Tell me Nick, did you ever play any sex games?"

"A few. A little role playing, but that's it."

"Well, I want to make you howl, tonight. I want to bring you to edge of ecstasy, but only let you go over when I say so. I know you can withstand a lot of pleasure, and you can withstand a lot of pain, but a drop of pain mixed with the pleasure can make some people howl. If you don't want to or it gets to intense for you, I'll stop. What's your choice?"

"Well, as long as you are willing to stop if it gets to be too much, then I'm willing to try whatever you have in mind. I trust you, Michael."

"Good, now the first thing is the only time you talk is when I ask you a question or you need to stop. Any other time and you will be punished."

"What if-" Nick was cut off when Michael's hand slapped his backside. Nick groaned a little at the sting, but it wasn't anything major and the redness would fade after a short while. Michael smiled as Nick learned. He gave a few more swats to the muscular ass in his face, until it had turned a nice shade of pink. Then, he wet a finger with saliva, and roughly shoved it up Nick's tight hole. Nick groaned under the treatment. Michael wasn't doing anything to cause him serious discomfort, and the saliva prevented any risk of tearing, but it wasn't gentle either. It was so odd to Nick, to feel the bit of real discomfort, mixed with the pleasure. Nick could swear it was even starting to make the pleasure more intense, and they had only just begun.

As Michael continued finger fucking Nick, he began giving the reddened ass hickeys. Every so often, he would remove his finger then jab it in with another lubed digit, until he was finger fucking Nick with three fingers, stretching him well for the coming events. After giving Nick's ass a sixth hickey, Michael noticed Nick playing with himself. Michael frowned and slapped his hand away.

"No, my love. I want you to last."

Michael reached under their bed and retrieved a box Nick has never seen. Michael pulled out a small metal ring and forced it over Nick's swollen cock and balls. Nick was unused to the sensation. It made his cock protrude and prominent, and it also felt like it was cutting off the flow between his cock and balls.

"It's a cock-ring, Nick. It will help you stay up longer. In fact, some people can't cum with them on, so I know this way you'll be able to last through the night." Nick just stood there, unsure of what to do. He had not done anything like this, but he wasn't unwilling either. These were just such strange sensations to him. Michael turned Nick around and licked Nick's cockhead. He did nothing more than gently lick it, despite when Nick began trying to thrust into the warm mouth. That only made Michael stop licking and start just gently blowing on the sensitive flesh. Nick began to develop a sweat from the teasing, so Michael stopped and stood up.

"I want you to turn towards the bed, Nick. I don't want you to lie down. Just bend over it, using your hands to balance you. Bend a little at the knees." Nick obeyed. He got into the position and let Michael make little adjustments. Then, Michael pulled out the lube. He greased up Nick's stretched hole, as well the large cock which they both knew would soon be pounding Nick.

Nick felt Michael pressing his hole, trying to gain entry. He relaxed his body and Michael slid into the tight heat. They both groaned in pleasure as Michael began sliding in and out, in and out. As Michael became closer, he began slapping Nick's ass with every few thrusts. Nick began grunting rather loudly as the heat from his stinging ass began to spread to his neglected groin. He needed release, but the cock-ring and Michael preventing him from touching himself, left Nick02 just on the brink of climax, only the metal hoop holding him back. His balls began to ache with need, as Michael grunted loudly, spraying Nick's insides with semen.

Nick was surprised, when Michael stayed hard. He even started thrusting again, until Nick's legs began to shake with strain. Michael stopped thrusting, but he did not exit Nick's slick, molten hole. He gently maneuvered Nick onto the bed and into a spooning position. Then, Michael began thrusting once more. Nick was really starting to get sore now, his muscles ached with strain and exhaustion, but he still couldn't climax. The pain mixed with the pleasure, the ache of muscles, the soreness of a well fucked asshole, the constant thrusting of the large cock hitting his prostate, it was too much. Michael had wanted Nick to howl, and howl Nick did. He even started getting so loud, Michael had to put three fingers in Nick's mouth for him to suck, tomuffle the sounds. This made Nick start whimpering, but he never asked Michael to stop. He didn't want it to stop. Michael came a second, third and fourth time, and he kept thrusting.

Finally, Michael came a fifth time with a howl of his own, and his cock softened and withdrew. Michael laid there for a moment, licking some of the sweat off of Nick's shoulder, as Nick was drenched in sweat. That was when he withdrew his fingers and heard Nick gently crying.

"Nick?"

"Please.....need to.....please......"

"Of course, my love," Michael purred.

He gently sucked on the head, then slowly engulfed all of Nick. He got a lot of spit on Nick's cock, which was swollen and desperate. When he had drenched the cock with saliva, so it ran down Nick's crack, Michael worked off the tight, metal ring. As soon as it was removed, Michael swallowed all of Nick, and immediately, streams of cum poured down Michael's throat. As Nick came, his aching balls finding relief at last, his body shook violently. Michael had to grip Nick's arms to steady them both. Finally, when the climax subsided, Nick lay limp, breathing hard.

"Nick, are you okay?" Michael asked, scooting up beside his lover, soon to be husband. Nick just smiled and nodded. "Did I hurt you?"

"Oh yes, my love.....the most exquisite, pleasurable torture I have ever endured. I've never felt anything like that. I've never cum so hard or been so exhausted. Besides, I was willing, wasn't I?"

"But did you love it?"

Thinking for a moment, Nick recalled the coupling. Honestly, there wasn't a part of it he hadn't loved and been willing to. He would do it again later, when he could, without hesitation. "Yes, I loved it. And I want to do it again, when I can move again," Nick said with a small laugh, "I also wouldn't mind trying the other end of it, as well."

"Oh, you are more than welcome to. I enjoy it quite a lot," Michael said with a devilish grin.

"Oh, and what else do you enjoy? How many other tricks do you know?"

"That is for another time, baby. I promise I'll show you everything when you are ready."

Michael expected a comment, but Nick had nodded off. Michael let out a small

laugh and got up. Retrieving a warm, wet washcloth, he proceeded to give Nick a half bath before pulling a thin blanket up over him. Then, after a quick shower to wash off some of the fluids and sweat, Michael crawled under the blanket and wrapped his body around Nick.

***

Nick awoke, sore, with Michael curled around him possessively. He tried to move only to find Michael was so thoroughly tangled around him that all of his limbs were useless. Nick let out a small laugh at the feeling. He nudged Michael awake.

"Hmmmm?"

"Michael, you need to move. I can't get up like this."

"Then stay here." Michael replied, half asleep.

"Michael, I want to get up. I'm hungry."

Michael groaned and rolled over, letting Nick up. Nick stood up, slowly, as he was still sore all over. It was odd, though; the soreness felt good to him, like a constant reminder of the passion from last night. Nick slowly walked over to the bathroom and made the water very hot, just the thing to work some of the soreness out. After all, it wouldn't do to let the whole house see him barely able to walk.

Nick stood under the hot spray, letting his muscles dissolve under the pressure and heat. He lathered up, rinsing away the last traces of fluid from last night. When he started to do his hair, he closed his eyes. He was so absorbed in the cleaning, that he didn't notice Michael enter the stall until Michael's hands began working the shampoo into Nick's hair.

"Michael? What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm helping wash my man."

"No offense, sweetie, but we both know this can get us up, and I'm too sore right now."

"Don't worry, babe. I didn't come in here to take you flying, right now. I know you need some rest before we do that again. I just want to be close to you."

"Oh well, that's ok then," Nick said grinning.

"I wasn't aware I had to justify being close to you," Michael said, lightly tickling Nick's sensitive areas.

"Ok, I give, I give," Nick said as Michael covered his mouth with his own, just as they went under the spray.

They continued, kissing, touching, and washing each other for a good 45 minutes. Finally, it was time to get out, as the water began to cool. One more quick rinse and they got out. Nick tried to grab a towel, but Michael pulled it away from him.

"What gives?" Nick asked, laughing at the strange grin Michael gave him.

"I do. Allow me."

Michael began drying Nick's hair and worked his way down, gently rubbing him dry. Michael dropped to his knees, as he began drying Nick's lower regions. Nick cooperated, letting Michael guide his body, raising a leg when need and such. When Nick was dry, Michael, still on his knees, began kissing his way up Nick. He started on the ankles, moving up the legs. He gently nibbled and kissed the strong thighs, sucked on the trim waist. Nick groaned as Michael lightly kissed each nipple, then proceeded to nibble the offered neck and strong jaw. Finally Michael completed it with a long, deep kiss on the perfect mouth attached to the man he loved more than life.

"Michael, you really are a bastard," Nick said grinning.

"Whatever do you mean?" Michael asked, giving his best "innocent" look.

"You know I'm too sore to go back to bed with you right now, and you just made me want to more than anything."

"Oh I am hurt that you would doubt my intention like that, sir," Michael replied feigning annoyance, with a terrible Southern Belle accent.

Nick grabbed the towel, throwing it over Michael's face and running out of the bathroom, laughing. Nick quickly dressed, but Michael finished just as

Nick got to the stairs and caught up with him there. Michael pushed Nick against the wall and kissed him hard, before they walked downstairs, hand in hand.

"Good afternoon," Derek said, paper in hand, as the two entered the dining area.

"Afternoon?" Nick asked, puzzled.

"Yes, it is past one o'clock," Derek said smiling.

"You're not serious. Michael, how could you let me sleep that late? This is terrible."

"Why? You and I both know there was no way you were going to jog this morning."

"No, I missed breakfast," Nick said before grinning.

"Well, if you want, you can just sit down and I'll whip up something."

"When did you become little miss homemaker?" Nick said, grinning evilly as he sat down. Michael shot him a deadly look before disappearing into the kitchen. Nick and even Derek couldn't suppress the laughter. Twenty minutes and two cups of coffee later, Michael walked out with a plate full of hot food, and a glass.

Michael had nothing for himself, as he sat down. Nick would have asked, but a spot of red on the corner of Michael's mouth indicated he had eaten his real meal while cooking Nick's.

"What do we have here?" Nick asked, smelling the wonderful food.

"Beer batter french toast, some left over pheasant, a three cheese/two egg omelet, cinnamon baked apple slices, and a glass of prune juice. The perfect Boyle brunch."

"Prune juice?" Nick asked, wrinkling his nose.

"Yes, that's for flushing out the shit you're full of, today," Michael said, winking at Nick's look and Derek's no longer suppressed laughter. This promptly began a game of footsie under the table, while Nick wolfed down his meal, except for the prune juice, which Nick replaced with a beer.

Finished, Nick sat down to relax and let his meal settle. "So, boss, why didn't you say anything about us being down late?" Nick asked, wondering why Derek hadn't even made a disappointed mumble.

"I expected you twenty minutes later, actually. After last night, I knew you wouldn't be up early. And I have noticed the trouble you are having walking, Nick," Derek said with a small, knowing smile. Nick sat there, his face tight for a minute before laughing. Of course, it made sense Derek would know. After the way Nick had started yelling last night, he was sure everyone in the state knew. "Now, that you are up, time for work," Derek stated, getting up and heading for the hidden room, "Michael, we could use your consultation on this. We've been having trouble identifying some mystic symbols around this case."

"Tell me more, Derek," Michael demanded, his interest peeked, as all three of them got up and met Alex, Phillip, and Rachel in the control room.

"Well, the lovers finally grace us," Phillip said with a mischievous grin. Nick started to blush at the comment from his friend, but grinned back. They teased and kidded a bit, while Michael began seriously looking over the symbols.

"Derek, where did you see these markings?"

"It was found in several places around the city, on some gravestones and at some murders. What do you know?"

"Well, I'll need to go through some of my volumes to confirm everything, but these look like a combination of spells, all part of a raising ritual."

"Raising what?" Alex asked.

"The dead. See these ones, the flames being trapped within the circles," Michael indicated the screen, "they are too capture the life force as it leaves the body. The life essence is used to imbue the dead with new life. These ones near the graveyard are preparation symbols. They have to be placed within the area of the dead to be raised. The circle around the symbol for death will hold the life, once it is released in the area, and force it into the dead. However certain symbols, ingredients, and preparations have yet to be made by what I can tell. I'd say we have a week or so to prevent the incantation. I can see why you had trouble locating the origin of the symbols though. They predate the sinking of Atlantis. Only powerful sorcerers would even have vague knowledge of this ritual."

"Well, that is some small comfort, knowing that we have a little time. Perhaps you can help us pinpoint those destined to be raised and those responsible. I'd like to prevent the spell from being finished," Derek said.

"Well, the spell caster will probably have layers of shields, so identifying him or her will be difficult. By the location of the symbols, I should be able to pinpoint those to be raised. How many murders?"

"Current count, nineteen," Rachel said, "They just found another body, same patterns."

"In how many days?"

"Thirty-six hours."

"At this pace, I'd say it will be roughly about thirty to be raised, maybe more."

"Why not start killing sooner?" Derek inquired.

"A few reasons. One, the killings have to done within a certain time space. Three deaths for one life within the week before the full moon. Two, one can only hold stolen life force so long. It becomes unstable without a body after long. Three, they only can commit the murders so long before people catch on. Now, if memory serves, as they get closer, we will start to find symbols of like this."

Michael drew some symbols on paper. Alex gasped when she saw one. "I know this one. It's used by voodoo shamans to harness the elements."

"Very good, Alex," Michael smiled, "The elements are always used in powerful castings. The elements will be twisted in this though, accompanied by others to disrupt nature. I'll go through my books. The murders will also be in specific places, to complete a pattern. I need to find out which pattern to narrow down the exact persons to be raised, where the next murders will occur, and where the final casting will take place. I'd better hit the books now."

They nodded, as he left to go to his spell books. As he was well out of range, Nick turned to Derek and pulled him aside. "Derek, I don't think Michael is telling us everything. He's seen something like this before, and not just in his books."

"Why do you think he would hide something from us?"

"I don't know. Maybe he doesn't want to alarm us any more, if he doesn't have to. I'll confront him later. This isn't the time to be keeping secrets."

"Be delicate, Nick. We don't want to do anything to upset, Michael."

"I know. I won't do anything to hurt him."

As the Legacy worked, two figures sat in a conjuring circle below the streets. They were shirtless, as the sweat ran down them. They chanted, their middle aged, but strong bodies straining to control the forces they channeled. Completing their current casting, they relaxed for a moment.

"It is almost time. The new moon draws close."

"Yes, my friend, it does. How soon do you think, before the Legacy steps in?"

"First off, we are not friends, we are allies. Let's not deny our dislike of each other. We do have a common enemy though, and mutual friends. As for the Legacy, I suspect they are already working on this."

"It is an old, lost ritual. It will take them a long time to figure out what we are doing, and by then it will be too late."

"Have you forgotten who now resides in that house?! He is also from a long forgotten time. He is most likely familiar with this."

"Well, then, it is a good thing we began early, gathering lives. We will be done by tomorrow. Then all we have to do is wait it out. And when they rise, the Legacy will die."

"Yes, less than a ten lives to go. You have the holding jars ready? We need everything ready to bring back the nine."

"Of course. I've finished three more. Time to send out those idiot demons at your command?"

"Yes. And I know just the person to send them after. He will be in position. It's where he works."

One of them raised a hand, signaling two demons to take a jar. The demons were warriors, wearing armor covered with human skin and skull masks, but the most fearsome things were their faces, faces that should never be, hidden under the masks. They took the jar in their too long talon hands carefully and disappeared into the shadows. Moments later, two of the demons sent out to another location returned with a closed jar, the life force swirling within, as the two men grew one step closer......