UnTouchable, Vol 1. Dreams, Boys and Creatures of The Night

Chapter Seven: Candle Light

Warning: This chapter contains strong sexual themes and material. The reader is advised to read at their own discretion.

Luke put on his glasses, books stacked around him. He was in Holmes mode, ready to find what or who was haunting his new house mate. He'd asked Pat to pull a few of the papers from the last two months, she'd dropped them on the table close to Luke, he smiled. "Thanks, Pat. You're a legend."
She pulled hair from her face, smiling and taking a breath. "Can I get you a coffee or something?"
"That'd be nice, thanks."
She turned toward the staff room, but hesitated. "Luke...what are you doing here on a Friday night, don't you have a party or something to go to."
Luke laughed and placed his highlighter pen down. "No," he said, "I'm more of a...late night reading type."
"Oh, well. It's good to see people your age interested in studying." pat replied. "What are you looking for anyway, I could help?"
"Uh, that's nice Pat, but I think I'll handle it myself." He smiled, she creased his lips and waved a hand. Turning back, Luke smiled and turned back to his table. To his shock and surprise was Rose, she'd crept up, making Luke jump a foot in the air. "Don't do that!" he whined, swiping a hand toward the table's surface, she giggled.
"I'm sorry, I thought you saw me." she said, she looked over at Luke's highlights, she gazed intrigued. "Boy Falls Asleep In Tub. Mother of Two Falls Asleep at The Wheel, Blames Dream Man. Luke, what is this?"
He sighed and covered the clipping with an arm, "Nothing, just something I'm working on."
"Morbid." She replied, placing a book in her bag, Luke returned the favour, glancing at it.
"Living Wicca by Scott Cunningham, A Guide to The Modern Practise?"
"Research," she exclaimed, clipping her backpack up tight. He nodded with creased eyes, "How's Ashton?"
"He's okay. He's just jet lagged. The new town, different time zones. It's really taken a toll on him."

**

Calum turned the pages in his book, his Grimoire was different to Ashton's. The pages were more yellow and the musty smell was invigorating. Ashton watched as Calum read through each title on each page, they were all individual. Some had illustrations. "Can I help?" he asked. Calum looked up, smiling with his dimples.
"No. I told the boys you were going to help me, but I lied. I thought you could rest in here." Calum replied, sitting on the floor at the end of his bed with the lamp flickering near him. Moths tried their hardest to fly around the bulb, making small shadows on the ceiling. Ashton smiled weakly. "How was your first day here?"
"Can't complain, except I embarrassed myself in front of my newest friend and her girlfriend."
"Who, Rose and Jade?" Calum asked, looking up from his page. Ashton nodded, "Don't worry about them. One time Rose accidentally got hydrochloric acid in her hair, in chemistry. It smelt like burning plastic for a week. She's got more on you than you think."
The way Calum worded it, Ashton predicted him to say burning flesh. Ashton placed a look of disgust on his face, shaking it off. "Did I say something wrong?" Calum asked, noticing the boys expression.
"No, it's these dreams... They just. Don't worry." Ashton shook once more, "What about Luke and Michael?" he asked.
"What about them?" Calum replied, flipping another page. Ashton almost hesitated, but he was so tempted to know. Michael and Luke seemed so close. Ashton felt it before he even walked into the Board House.
"They seem pretty..."
"Pretty what?"
"Close."
Calum laughed through his nose, looking back at the sandy blonde kid who'd questioned the relationship between his best friends. "Yes, Ashton. They are" he replied. Ashton nodded, he got it. He did. Totally.
"And what about you?" he asked.
"Nah, I'm single. Although I did recently meet this guy, seems cute. But, I don't think he knows me enough to want to try anything."
Ashton got that too. Subtlety. "Found it."
"What?"
"What we've been looking for, c'mon, let's go." Calum said, reaching for Ashton's hand, pulling him off the bed, toward the bedroom door.

**

The dining table was full once again, it was also cold to the touch. Ashton's shivering arms on top of the chrome surface. Michael and Luke sat on the table, Calum next to Ashton. Luke placed the newspapers down, the highlights stuck out in the brightness of the ceiling light. "I found seven stories. One in particular stuck out. A woman fell asleep while driving into Sydney, head on collision killing two in the opposite car. She told the police that A man was sitting next to her, taking the wheel and then she woke up." he explained, pointing to the story on the two piece column. Calum looked at Michael, cocking his brow.
"What did you find?"
Michael pulled printed sheets from his side bag, they scattered onto the table. "Last year, Sydney's Medical School of Sleep Studies asked for a grant from the National Australian Bank, said they wanted to investigate dreams and dream manipulation. The man who asked for the grant was A Steven Meyers."
"Got a photo?" Ashton asked, Michael nodded, he fussed through the paper work and found the page with a photo. He held it up. Although Ashton never saw his face before, he'd seen the hair, the facial shape. He shut his eyes and tried to imagine him. He couldn't place the face, but he knew it was him. It just had to be.
"Does that look familiar?" Calum asked, touching Ashton's hand, the boy pulled back and fidgeted, sitting on his palms. Calum felt horrible, he shouldn't have done that. Damn it Calum, stop trying. Just stop.
"I can't - "
"It's okay, Ashton." Luke soothed, he had a soft voice. He looked at Calum, biting his lip he jolted his head upwards. "What'd you find?" Calum laid the bookmarked page onto the table. The font was small, hard to read.
"Dream Sorcerer. A person who can manipulate their own or another's dreams. Dream sorcery started way before Socrates. In pagan times, enemies used it to kill on another without being prosecuted." he said, Michael glared at the page.
"He's a modern day Freddie Krueger."
"Wait a minute, you're saying Meyers saw Ashton as a threat? How could that be, he hasn't been in the country more than seventy-two hours." Luke urged, he was confused, by look and sound.
Ashton knew of the Dream Sorcerer, Landon had mentioned it. He knew it, but somehow knew if he'd told his new buddies, they might question who Landon even was. I knew this. The oracles spoke about it. I could've done this myself, He thought. "Well, think about it...I came from the brother coven of the most powerful coven of witches in the world...maybe he wants my power?"
Michael and Luke looked at each other, confused more and more by the words that escaped Ashton's mouth.
"Although that sounds really, really arrogant, I kind of agree." Calum said. Luke and Michael nodded, Ashton felt proud. It sounded right, heck - maybe it was. "Did you get a name and address on that woman who killed the two people?" Calum asked, Michael flicked through his papers.
"Yeah, she's registered at Silverwater's Women's Correction Centre, it's not far from here." he said, showing a map of the area. Calum took the paper and read the details, trying to remember all of them. He was good at it, he hadn't done it in a real long time. Directions were irrelevant when you had a top of the line GPS system. But, that didn't mean shit if it was now
broken. He'd tried to fix it, but the cable was frayed and melted from his car sitting in the sun for way too long. Damn that high school parking lot. And damn that hole in the atmosphere.
"Alright, I'll got with Ashton tomorrow, see if she saw this Steven Meyers."

**

Michael lit the candle's he'd laid out on his dresser, he sprinkled essentials oils into the wax of the tea lights on his windowsill. He smiled as he sniffed the aroma. It went through the air, through a mist of vapours he smelt it. Turning around to a tap on the door, holding onto the knob, he swung it open. There was Luke, holding a candle. "Got a light?" he asked. Michael folded his arms, looking at the boy with a spiteful face. He motioned his head inside, Luke smiled while walking past him. He looked into the darkness, across the dresser, windowsill. The candles flickered, the shadows were like a puppet show. He turned back, Michael placing his arms across Luke's waist. He locked lips with the boy's pierced bite, massaging his tongue on top of Luke's. He pulled back, Luke smiled.
"Happy Anniversary." Michael whispered, throwing the candle to the corner of the room "And happy it shall be."
"We're two seventeen year old guys, standing in a candle lit room, sirens in the background. Hardly romantic." Luke said, Michael scoffed and snorted.
"And it seems like the only way to get you to shut up is by kissing you." he replied, Luke bit his lip with a cheeky grin. He kissed Michael again, laying him onto the bed. Making his way down Michael's neck, he moaned. He pulled his T-shirt off, letting Luke make his way down his chest. The soft touch of warm lips made him quiver beneath the blanket. All he could feel was bliss, the smell of lavender intruded. As the bitter cold smacked his legs, Luke pulled Michael's boxers down. He felt the warmth of Luke's mouth around his member, the feeling of pressure. It became more than a feeling, it became impulse. Combing his finger's through his lover's hair, Michael groaned under his breath. Luke stopped, pulling his shorts off too. He climbed on top of Michael, straddling him with a soft touch. Michael felt a tightness around his penis, Luke felt a sharp pinching. Both had felt different sorts of feelings. But, at the end they would both feel the same. Bouncing up and down, Luke moaned with a high pitch. He was moaning as quietly as he could. Michael laid thrusting upward, caressing the boy's chest. At first in the moment, he thought about using a condom, but he'd never been with anyone else. Not even the boys who tried to court him. Michael wasn't high demand, but he wasn't seen as easy either. He was the boy who every guy who could fuck him wanted to, and every girl who couldn't fuck him was flatly refused. Luke was small, skinny and wasn't on anyone's to do list. Many saw him as the boy who never spoke, but that was just because folks didn't know him. Only Michael. And only Michael knew what to do when Luke straddled him like tonight. Oh, my. Don't come, he thought. Michael puffed hot breath toward the ceiling. He groaned once every now and again. But heavy breathing was quieter. The door wasn't locked, and it was risky. Luke tried so hard to keep it in, but he couldn't. His glans shot a stream of semen on to Michael's chest. He couldn't help it, even if he could. Most of the times he'd tried to last longer, Michael's phallus had made it impossible. It was thick, long and circumcised. And from a stand point, it was scary to think of how much it would hurt if Michael ever went too deep. And how much it would hurt if he ever had an affair. The love Luke had for Michael wasn't just romantic, it was strongly sexual. And Luke craved the touch of Michael's genitalia. He had an obsession with Michael's body. And as Michael came close to climax, his obsession had become compulsion. He curled his toes, letting out a breathy moan. Ejaculating, and finishing what Luke had started. The boy on top fell onto the mattress with his breath heavy and short. He looked at Michael, starting to giggle. Michael wiped sweat from his forehead, trying to regain a steady breathing pattern. His heart was racing, almost as quick as his hips were only seconds before.