Switchblade Serenade

Interlude II















Nagi snarled at the thin plastic wafer in his hand. For some unknown reason, the new board that he bought for his laptop didn’t want to fit into place. The damned thing was the last piece he needed to place in order to for the firewalls that he designed to work properly. And the stubborn chunk of silicone wouldn’t go into its carefully crafted position. He glared at it again, keeping his gift under tight control. While it would feel absolutely lovely to pulverize it back into its original form, that would be terribly wasteful and Brad Crawford didn’t tolerate waste of any manner. He shuddered at the thought of his guardian. The American’s temper could be very unpredictable. One day he’d pet Nagi for something he did and the next time he’d take his head off for the same offense.



The bespectacled American had taken up with the warped German who made his presence known in the group. Not only were the two of them doing “IT” in the oddest places, but they even included the insane Irish man at times. It was rather disconcerting to wander down in the middle of the night for a snack or something only to find a straightjacketed Farfarello being thoroughly screwed by the temperamental Schuldig, who in turn was moaning out his pleasure on Crawford’s cock. The one and only time he had caught the three of them going at it; he about lost everything he had eaten in the last twenty-four hours and his hair nearly turned white.



Not that he was a virgin, far from it. But the thought of his serious and stable mentor playing the kind of games that he did with the other two squicked the telekinetic out. The wide variety of toys that Brad had in his possession boggled the mind; just by looking at the man you’d never know that he had a BDSM fetish and forgotten more about causing pain than most people learned in a lifetime. Sometimes the Esset training could come in handy.



Nagi’s stomach rumbled loudly, bringing the little telekinetic back to reality. The scent of food drifted up the stairs of the condo that the four of them were using at this point. He looked down at this watch and seeing the time, grimaced and then grinned. He’d have to creep down the servant’s staircase, but there was no reason why anyone would see him sneak into the kitchen and steal a few morsels of food to still his grumbling tummy. Being locked away in his room was nearly driving him stir-crazy and he needed a change of scenery before he totally mangled his laptop. With those excuses in mind, he crept out of his bedroom and sashayed down the back stairway, right into the kitchen.



A smorgasbord of treats lay before him; oysters on the half-shell, escargot, sushi and other foods designed to arouse the passions and overwhelm the senses. The air drifting in from the living areas of the condo carried the fragrances of incense, perfume and the musky odor of sex. Curiosity overcame Nagi’s normally good sense. Brad had told him to stay in his room this one night, because of a party that he and Schuldig were throwing but when had he ever really listened to the man who brought him to Esset’s notice? His guardians really needed to explain things to him if they didn’t want him to get involved with their plans. Besides, he did owe it to the Elders to make sure that whatever was going on didn’t compromise security or threaten to expose the team for what they truly were…. abnormal freaks.



He peered around the corner between the kitchen and the living/dining room and his mouth fell open at the sight in front of him. About thirty people in various stages of undress lounged about the room. There were piles of pillows positioned to make comfortable areas for the visitors to recline. The comfy chairs and sofa that Brad had picked out when they moved into the condo were covered in either whore red silk or satin. But the most amazing thing was the people that filled the room.



Men in tight leather Dom gear or fragile looking males in collars with leashes decorated the room. Brad sat on one of the chairs, his eyes closed as Schuldig swallowed his cock. The flame-haired German couldn’t escape the brutal treatment his mouth received at the hands (or would that be cock) of the American. A third man rammed into his ass as he blew Crawford.



Nagi slipped a little further out from the safety of the kitchen and looked for the demented Irishman. Farfarello had been strapped into his straightjacket and two men were in the process of giving him a serious case of rug burn on his face. The telekinetic’s jaw threatened to become permanently unhinged at the things going on around him. Brad was throwing an old-fashioned, males only, Roman orgy. And the bastard had the cheek to confine him to his bedroom.



He had just worked up the courage to go tell his mentor/protector off, when a pair of fat, sweaty hands encircled his waist and pulled him close to a corpulent belly. The man behind him stank of old sweat and arousal. Nagi restrained himself before he flattened the old fart. He struggled to get away from the man who was now mauling him, but he couldn’t. His fifteen-year-old body couldn’t match the older man’s for strength, even considering the shape the man was in.



: Brad!: he called out for his guardian.



: Nagi?: came the slurred answer. : Where are you?:



: In the doorway to the room. There’s some old man pawing me to death!:



Brad looked towards where Nagi stood, entrapped. : What did I tell you about staying in your room?:



: I got hungry.: Nagi wheedled. : What, did you expect me to stay in my room all night without anything to eat or drink? I AM only fifteen, you know.: He looked back at the man who held him captive and who started stroking the boy’s groin through his jeans. : Why do I get the feeling that I know this lump of lard?:



: It’s Mr. Yamamoto, the well-known pedophile.:



: Great. Are you going to help me or just sit there while I take his guts and wrap them around his neck.: Nagi snarled as the stroking became heavier.



: Brad-Brad,: Schuldig’s voice broke into the conversation. That was the one thing wrong with using the link the telepath set up between the members of Schwarz: no privacy when it came to personal issues. And the slightly insane German couldn’t resist teasing his teammates about their personal quirks. : I think the brat’s getting annoyed at one of our guests. Whatever are we going to do about it?:



: You’re going to stay out of it. As a matter of fact, you will NOT tease him about what happened tonight. That is if you want to sleep in my bed and not in Farf’s room this week. And Nagi, you are not to eviscerate one of our guests. Esset has plans for him at this time. :



: Yes, Sir!: Schuldig shot down the connection. Nagi could almost see the redhead saluting their leader with his middle finger before clicking his heels together.



: When they’re done with the fat ball, can I have him to play with?: Nagi fired off down the line.



: We’ll discuss it at another time.:



: Yes, Sir.:



Brad shoved Schuldig off his cock and sauntered over to where Nagi and Yamamoto were. He hadn’t bothered tucking his equipment back into the skin-tight, brown leather pants he had put one for the evening.



“Mr. Yamamoto,” Brad said, peering down his nose at the man. “I thought I explained, in very small, very plain words that Nagi was off limits to all my guests. Do I need to inform the Elders or sic Farfarello on you? He considers Nagi to be his little brother and it would make God cry to cut you to ribbons. Now, which will it be?”



“Neither, Mr. Crawford,” the corpulent man said, releasing Nagi. “I didn’t realize that it was your young charge that I was playing with. I thought that he was one more of the delicacies that you were so kind as to provide.”



“Don’t give me that bullshit, Yamamoto. You’ve seen him enough times to know who he is. Plus I’ve warned you more than once to leave him alone. The next time I find you copping a feel from him, I won’t warn you, I’ll just free Farfarello and let him have his way with you. Remember, you are expendable.” Brad glared over at his ward. “As for you, get your snack and then get your ass upstairs, do you understand?”



“Yes, sir.”



“Good. The next time I won’t bail you out, understand?”



“Yes, Brad.” Nagi pouted at him and then turned, glared at his former captor and filled a plate to overflowing with the treats in the kitchen.



Nagi scampered up the stairs, not caring if he spilled some of his bounty on the white carpeting. If Brad insisted on treating him like he had done something wrong or like a child, then he would act like a child. Sometimes things got confusing. There were days that everyone acted like he was an adult and they expected him to behave like one. And then they would turn around and start treating him like a child again. Even when he was a child, he’d never acted like one. His innocence had been stolen the first night he spent on the street as a four-year-old. But his comrades didn’t seem to understand that fact. There were a lot of things that he knew.



The sights at the party had aroused him. Of course he had lost a little of that when he had been accosted, but the sights, scents and sounds that filled the air had brought back those feelings. He hurried into his room and got the chip into his computer by cheating. He used his Gift and very carefully set the plastic and silicone part into its proper place.



There was a chatroom that he had found, but he needed to work up the courage to go into it. The room didn’t have a very original name (M4M – 18 and under), but it looked like it would be the place to go and meet some stud, who was near his age and maybe they could cyber and he could get rid of the bulge that threatened to split his zipper.



He quickly called up the chatroom and had to wait to get in. He tried every few seconds until he broke through the traffic jam and slipped into the room. Nagi stayed in the background, getting a feel for the room and seeing what others were saying. One boy seemed to have quite a few of the others wrapped up in the story he was telling.



Nekochibi: I couldn’t believe my eyes.



Shotgunner231: What happened?



Nekochibi: I decided to use the computer in the common room. It’s a little faster than my laptop and for this project that’s what I needed, fast. Plus, my one roommate that stayed home had a girl in his room and they were making a lot of noise. I had almost gotten the damned thing done when two of my housemates got back in from clubbing.



Billsbaby2005: And?



Nekochibi: They came stumbling in, locked at the lip. The seme of the pair throws the uke down and promptly screws his brains out….in front of me. Thank god the computer is set off in a little nook and they couldn’t see me. I never realized that they were into BD/SM….I about keeled over from shock. The things that you see when people don’t know you’re there.



Nagi smiled at the words coming across on the screen and made a decision – he’d IM the boy telling the story. He liked the way that Nekochibi told his tale; it was funny and embarrassing all at the same time. Plus it sounded like what had happened to him tonight, in a way. And he knew that it was a young man talking and not an adult trying to be a kid. For some reason, grownups always tried too hard and a lot of them used netspeak, something that had gone out of style ages ago. He sent an invitation and waited, patiently, to see if it would be accepted.



Nekochibi: Can I help you?



Wyldchyld: I liked your story. Wanna go somewhere private and talk?



Nekochibi: Sure. Where do you wanna go?



Wyldchyld: Moon and Dragon. That’s a link to my private chatroom. I’ll see you there.



Nekochibi: Gotcha.



Nagi smiled and for the first time in a long time felt truly happy. This could be the start of something wonderful. He carefully built up a wall around these feelings to keep Schuldig out. The obnoxious German tended to tease him about his relationships and he had learned to keep them and his feelings private. There would be no teasing him about anything now. He shut down the window for the community chatroom and opened his personal room. Soon he would know if this new person was someone that would be worth his time or not. New beginnings felt wonderful!