2100 was the year the world referred to as the year Mother Nature flipped her pretty green wig and activated her Watchmen. These men and women, most ranging from late teens to their forties, were all Enhanced to some degree. All had enhanced strength and speed plus two strengthened senses. Each one of her Watchmen was granted a Balance, a Reason, a way to function in a world and stay alive and sane. The problem most had, however, was finding their Balance since a Balance was, to all intents and purposes, an ordinary human being. Who said Mother Nature didn’t have a sense of humor.
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In 2525, Watchman Nathan Marshall stood looking at the photo of Alcatraz, fighting off a blinding headache. It was just his luck that it was his turn to play tour guide to the school group that was just disembarking from the ferry shuttle. He turned and threw a final look at the framed photo behind him, straightened his uniform, and went to stand at the front door.
He swallowed down another stab of pain as he watched the kids milling around below him on the pier. He knew he could beg off this by telling the med bay he had a headache, but the ensuing questioning and probing and testing would be too much to deal with. They’d most likely take him off rotation and restrict him to the Medical Bay while they experimented on him as they tried to stabilize his Meds regime.
At twenty-seven, Nathan was running out of time. His Enhancement had happened at seventeen, so he’d been a Watchman for ten years. And they’d been searching for his Balance for that long. Most Watchmen found their Balance in a couple of years, but apparently Lady Luck had run away from Nathan. Ten years on and still looking.
The longest a Watchman had lived without a Balance was around twelve years and he’d tripped over his Balance by literally falling over him as he passed out on the street. Story was that Watchman James fainted and fell into his Balance’s arms in the middle of a packed city street. Watchman James’s physiology had been failing, headaches, shaking, emotional instability, all the hallmarks of a failing Watchmen. Watchman James was one of the first to Enhance and not much had been known about them at the time, so finding a Balance was only a matter of luck. Lady Luck had kept Watchman James waiting for twelve years, and it looked like she was doing the same to him, Nathan thought sarcastically.
Nathan assumed a parade rest stance as he saw the kids and teacher start up the flights of steps to the building. A stern scowl on his face covered any pain he might be feeling and had the bonus of keeping the high-strung members of the tour group in line, hopefully. They pushed through the glass doors en masse and came up short, as he blocked their way. One eyebrow quirked and eyes steely.
A teacher stepped forward, nervously tittering and a hand fluttering on her breastbone. “Ahh, Watchman, we are the group from Rosebank High School. We have a tour and educational session booked today. I’m one of the teachers, Ms. Marse, and that’s Mr. Kimm,” she finished, still nervous as she pointed toward the other teacher.
Nathan nodded to them quickly. “Ms. Marse, Mr. Kimm, students of Rosebank, welcome to The Watchmen Tower at Alcatraz. I’m Watchman Nathan Marshal, and I’ll be your guide today. If you’ll follow me, we can start with a little history.” He flashed a smile he knew made both men and women weak at the knees. He saw it work as usual, as both teachers and most of the students smiled right back and relaxed their postures. Here we go, he thought as he led them all to the bank of framed photographs on the wall.
“Well, folks, this is a photographic history of Alcatraz Island. Back in the twentieth century, this place was a prison. It was supposed to be inescapable, and was until some bright sparks proved them wrong,” he said as he pointed to the photo of a bleak gray prison structure, along with photos of some of its previous occupants. “Later it was closed down and became a tourist attraction. Yes, people paid money to come and tour it as a prison. There must have been some strange folks in the twentieth."
“Eventually it was shut down again and some movies were filmed here. You can find a list of them on our vid screen under Films.” He pointed to more photos on the wall as he went on. “Alcatraz remained closed for many more years until the first Enhanced emerged. And then others emerged. Our government had a little meltdown and Alcatraz was re-opened and any Enhanced found was shipped off here. The conditions at that time were bleak. It was still a prison building after all.” He continued again, pointing to a photo of Alcatraz with men in its cells again.
“Things changed very quickly around here when humanitarian organizations got involved and the government at the time was accused of human rights violations. The residents here were given the choice of returning to their previous lives or staying here. Most stayed, and in a few years, the bones of the Alcatraz you see today were laid. Many Enhanced came from well-to-do families and-or had connections, so the whole Island was remodeled and rebuilt with us in mind. We took the name of Watchmen and built ourselves into what we are today. We are the protectors of the people and the Guardians of the Earth.” He had ended his speech under the Watchmen Banner, a sword over a shield in front of an oak tree on a black background. Each Watchman wore that emblem on an arm patch on the right arm of their jet-black uniform.
“Kian, honey. I really need to fuck you, but that’s up to you. If you say no, then I’ll abide by it. It’s not in me to hurt you in any way. I’d just like to know where I stand,” he whispered into the flesh under his lips, allowing his hands to run over Kian’s hips and ass as he spoke.
Kian turned in his hold slowly, and Nathan kept pulling the T-shirt up as Kian turned, keeping his lips to Kian’s skin. He went on until Nathan felt the dip of Kian’s belly button under his lips. He opened his lips and allowed his tongue into that tiny dip, licking in out of it until he felt Kian start to shiver in his arms.
“Tell me how far you are willing to go, Kian. I promise to stop when you need me to. Just...just...oh God, Kian…” he breathed out, feeling Kian run his fingers through his hair, the nails scrape gently over his scalp, setting Nathan to tremble under his hands.
“Bed now. Nathan, bed now. And if you stop before you make me lose all control...I’ll make you regret it,” Kian rasped out.
Nathan took that as the order he was waiting for and surged forward up the final steps, scooped Kian into his arms, and made for the bed he could see through an open doorway. He stripped Kian out of his clothes in seconds and ripped his own clothes off while Kian was still bouncing on the bed where Nathan had tossed him. Nathan climbed onto the bed after him and crawled right up over Kian, only stopping when they were lying full length together. Kian opened his legs, and Nathan slipped happily between them, rubbing his length gently over Kian’s hardness.
Nathan pulled up enough to look down at their hard lengths. He looked carefully at them both. Kian’s beautiful cock was about the same size as his, and at nine inches, Nathan was no small fry. Kian was just slightly thinner. Nathan knew he had a thick girth. Thick enough to let a lover feel him the next day even. Kian was only a little thinner, and Gaia, he was beautiful to Nathan’s eyes. He couldn’t wait to feel Kian inside him, but that was for later in this dream.
Nathan scooted all the way down Kian’s body, dropping kisses here and there as he went. Kian stretched his arms over his head and moved his body, meeting each kiss bestowed from Nathan’s lips. Nathan didn’t stop until he’d reached Kian’s ankles. He gently wrapped his hands around each delicate one. Nathan’s eyes roamed over the delectable body under him and he took in a breath. He could smell the very essence that was Kian. The very part of him that made him perfect for Nathan. His ears could hear the rapid thumping of Kian’s heart. It was beating so hard, and Nathan knew it was beating for him. He could feel his own heart beating in time with Kian’s, and it felt perfect and balanced.
He took his left hand off one ankle to cup both hands around the other and lifted Kian’s leg enough to run his lips over it, giving the sensitive skin there a nip and suck as he went around it. He heard Kian gasp and giggle and raised an eyebrow at him.
“Ticklish?” he asked.
“No, no. ” Kian’s answer was so obviously a lie.
Nathan tucked the knowledge away and kept exploring. He ran both hands along Kian’s legs, gently memorizing every muscle and feeling each tendon. Nathan let his hands move over Kian’s pliant body at will, always following their lead with his lips or tongue, mouth and nose. He inspected Kian’s front intimately then nudged him over to play along his back. He traced every muscle of Kian’s back until he had it memorized. He worshipped the back of Kian’s defined legs until he saw them clearly if he closed his eyes. He avoided the beautiful ass calling to him. He knew if he allowed his attention to it he’d lose all control and find himself plunging into it before they were ready.
He rolled Kian over again. The younger man had his eyes shut, and his lips were red and swollen from biting them. He was shaking and gasping for breath. Nathan licked a stripe from Kian’s belly button to his jaw line. Kian opened his eyes as Nathan came eye level with him. His eyes were blown, only pupil remaining. He lifted his arms and clamped them around Nathan’s neck, pulling him down and ravaging his lips.
“Lube and condoms are in the top drawer. I don’t see a lot of guys, but I don’t bareback either. Please hurry.”
Nathan scrambled for the top drawer bedside the bed. He pulled so hard he almost dropped the thing on the floor but just managed to push it in enough at the last second. Another frantic scramble and his hand found a tube and a small box. He pulled both out. Eying them carefully, he saw both were sealed. Obviously brand new. Frantic seconds later he’d rolled on a condom over his aching and hard cock and had one generously lubed finger inside Kian’s very tight asshole.
“Jesus, baby. When was the last time you had a man? Fuck, you are so tight it’s amazing,” Nathan gasped.
“Over a year ago.” Kian gasped as he rolled his hips and pushed against the finger inside him.
Nathan bit back the groan of pleasure he felt at hearing no man had touched Kian in so long. He worked his finger in and out slowly, twisting it as he went. He pulled out, squeezed some more lube on, and pushed two fingers back in. Kian splayed his legs wider and moaned loudly, hands scrambling on the sheets.
“More...more...more,” on repeat from his mouth.