Symbiota Sapiens - 1. Chapter 1

Synopsis: Jeremey finds himself inducted, against his will, into an ancient organization that
claims to protect and guide humanity with supernatural powers. But what happens when the price
of that power is losing the brother he loves?

Disclaimer: This is science fiction. To my knowledge there is no such organization as the Guardians
of Atlantis. Nor is there any such technology as the Esseren, although our scientists are working
hard to correct that lack. If anyone knows something to the contrary, I'd be happy to hear about it.

Disclaimer: Contains incestuous and homosexual relationships between consenting adults, references
to quasi-vampiric sexual acts, and may eventually include graphical descriptions of sexual acts
(between males). If you are offended by this sort of thing, please do not read this.

Disclaimer: The aforementioned sexual relations will not occur for a while. This is a "plot" story
rather than a "sex" story. There will be sex because the main character is a healthy, good-looking
young man with a healthy (if somewhat confused) libido. And also because part of the plot involves
his developing relationship with his younger brother, who happens to also be healthy, georgeous,
and blessed with a similarly active (but not quite so confused) libido. All sarcasm aside, sex
is part of life so it'll happen in this story.

Now, enjoy the story...

SYMBIOTA SAPIENS

by Dean
(email me at PrettyDean82@yahoo.com)

"This one is an excellent candidate, I must say." The speaker is a beautiful woman with
emerald eyes and long dark hair tucked behind her ears. Her cheekbones give her a kind of
exotic Eastern look, but her accent is that of a well-bred European. She stands over me where I
lie...naked? I'm only half awake but I'm aware of her eyes roving over me in a predatory
fashion that sends blood straight to my groin.

Yeah, yeah, I know...wrong time for that, right? But hey, I'm not going to lie to
myself...she's hot and I'm no saint. I'm feeling trapped, confused, and powerless - but at the
same time there's this gorgeous, powerful-seeming woman looking over my taut body like a
piece of meat. I am definitely turned on.

In truth, I would really be enjoying this if it weren't for the feeling in the pit of my
stomach that what's happening - what's about to happen is a lot more than I'm ready for at the
tender age of twenty-two. I struggle to sit up.

"What-" is all I manage to get out before unseen hands push me down again and fasten
straps too tight around my wrists. Another strap comes into place over my forehead and I'm
completely immobile. My eyes are still open though, and despite myself I'm drinking in the
lovely face above me.

"A most beautiful boy, and intelligent too." I feel a light warm pressure as her hand
touches my shoulder and slides down my arm to the crook of my elbow. "You say he is a
runner?"

Apparently there is some reply I don't catch, but the woman looks up at someone behind
my head and nods with satisfaction. "Ah, a scholar and an athlete then...most excellent. I shall
expect great things from you, young one."

The pleasant warm touch on my elbow is replaced by a sudden sharp bite of a cold needle
piercing my skin.

"What is this place? What are you doing to me?" I beg.

The darkly beautiful woman leans forward to study my face before she answers, her lips
curving into an ironic smile.

"You are a guest in my home, and I am giving you the cure to your disease."

"What disease?" I ask, but my vision is beginning to blur. They must have already given
me something. Soft lips trace a tingling path up my neck, over my jaw and a tongue dips quickly
between my lips.

I think I hear a pleasant tinkle of laughter and the answer "Why, death of
course" but by then my grip on reality is already tenuous. Perhaps I imagined the whole
thing...but I know better than that now. It did happen, and oddly enough that final promise was
not so far from the truth at all.

(Flashback)
I'm gaining on him, the hotshot freshman who's held a solid lead for the last six laps.
I can hear his footsteps overlapping my own...the soft rhythmic thumping, scuffing noises as
pads of rubber striking cement and pushing off, launching him another step forward. I am just
behind him, I can see the dark wedge of sweat on the back of his lycra uniform, tapering from his
shoulder blades to the crack of his butt.

"Whatever."