What If?

What If? Part 4

Chris saw a figure crumpled to the floor.

"MARTIN!"

Chris flung himself next to Martin's limp body. He cradled the blonde's head in his arms. Tears poured unbidden. "M - Martin ... I'm s-sorry," he choked. "I'm so sorry."But Martin wasn't dead - yet. He was in between. A lady in blue with wings and a sparkly wand looked down at him.

"Wake up, boy."

"You called me 'boy.' I'm a grown-up."

"No, you are a boy, a darling boy I have watched for a long time."

"Are you some kind of creep?"

"Don't you recognize me, Martin Kratt?"

He narrowed his eyes in thought, then widened them. "You're the lady who turned Pinocchio into a real boy! So he could be with his dad!"

"Young Martin, you have proven yourself brave and strong. I will heal your heart." She waved her magic wand and he was bathed in a gentle blue light, lovelier than any moonlight. But he didn't feel any different.

"Oh dear ... this is more complicated than I thought," said the lady.

"I don't want them to take you away from me," sobbed Chris.

The security guard at the front desk of the animation studio answered the phone. "Your husband's not answering his phone? I saw him go in not long ago. Do you want me to check on him? Ok ... just let me know if you change your mind. Goodbye, Mrs. Kratt."

The Blue Fairy spoke. "I can't heal your heart by myself. It doesn't belong to only you. I need your brother to wish the same wish you did."

Martin was fading away but found the strength to reply. "He won't. Chris promised a long time ago, and he doesn't break promises. And even if he did, he doesn't believe in magic."

"But he made a promise before that. You must remember it, both of you. We haven't much time. We must try."

A promise? Martin tried to remember. It was a lifetime ago. But ...

Martin was aware of someone holding him. The voice was familiar. It sounded sad. Martin wanted to tell the voice not to be sad, but it was hard to speak when you were leaving your corporeal. It was coming back to Martin. The promise ...

In Africa, on safari ... Martin was making love to Chris near their campfire. Martin lay over Chris, supporting Chris' legs behind each knee. Chris undulated his body in synch, neck arched all the way back in rapture. His warm hands gripped his older bro's forearms. Chris in this position drove Martin crazy. Martin felt the orgasm pending. Suddenly, Chris stopped moving. Martin looked at his bro's pensive face. It could only mean one thing - Chris was thinking. That was bad. A sense of dread crept into Martin. Chris was having second thoughts, rethinking the whole thing. Martin had fought guilt ever since that first time in Madagascar when Martin took advantage of Chris because he was drunk. But God, he wanted to keep fucking him.

Martin said thickly, "Move."

"I don't want to move," said Chris.

"You do realize you're no Meryl Streep," said Martin, referring to the sex scene in the film Out of Africa. He remembered when he and Chris went on a double date to see the Oscar-winning movie.

"You're no Robert Redford."

Martin started to fuck Chris again.

"Stop," said Chris.

Oh no ... Martin felt his erection deflating. He looked helplessly at his lover. His sibling. Everything hung in the balance.

"I have to say something, " said Chris. He took a deep breath. "No matter what happens, I love you. I will never give you up. Not this. I love you, Martin Kratt!"

"I love you too." Blood surged to his member, straight into orgasm. As he came, Martin's relief, joy, and pleasure rushed through him into Chris. Chris felt it and he responded by coming hard as well. Somewhere a lion roared, competing with the men's moans and cries.

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Chris was confused.

Chris Kratt didn't GET confused. The logical thing would have to been to call 911. But Chris felt there was something he could do. That is wasn't over for Martin. A wish burst from Chris' lips.The sky exploded with the light of a wishing star granting a desperate plea.

The lights in the building flickered and went out. Chris pressed his lips to his brother's and closed his eyes. Please kiss back ... but Martin's lips were still.

A dark shadow blotted out the star. The Blue fairy gasped in dismay. "Oh, no. Not now. Not him!"

The security guard futilely hit Enter on his computer. He tried the landline. Dead. Cellphone showed signal lost. The guard had never seen a flash of light with no sound. If it was a car hitting a transformer, or even lightning, there would have been a bang. Inexplicably, he heard a sound like wind chimes. He rubbed his ears. Time to get them checked.

As the shadow seeped through the closed window, Chris backed against the wall in fear. Please not the eyes ... not the eyes. A pair of fiery dark eyes burst open. Chris covered his face in terror. "Verboten ..." The word was as chilling as fingernails scraping the inside of a coffin. The fairy's burst of magic simply vaporized on contact.

The apparition spoke in a buried-alive tone. "Christopher. You don't believe any of this. Go back to your family, and give Martin to the grave."

TO BE CONTINUED