Black Hearted

Part 36

Sean braced a knee on the bench seat between Nate's legs in order to lean over him more. He wanted to be closer to Nate. Straddling one of Nate's legs, Sean leaned in to lick Nate's collarbone. He could still taste traces of the alcohol on his skin and he liked it. Nate shifted a little to put a hand on Sean's shoulder, telling him in a calm commanding voice. "Sean... Focus. You're letting my pheromones take you over. Stop and breathe." Sean pried his lips off Nate's skin with an almost painful reluctance. He didn't want to stop. It was such a mental strain to pull away. Nate kissed Sean's cheek rewardingly as he whispered to him. "Good job. You're over the worst of it. Focus. Use the water in the air to mist yourself with clean air. Shield yourself from my pheromones." Sean tried to remember how to do it, but his eyes drifted back to Nate's chest. His mind was filling with instinctual lust driven thoughts. He could feel the illusion blurring the corners of his vision, until they weren't on a ship.

They were on a warm sunny beach close enough to the water to feel the sea spray as it lapped the shore at their feet. Nate's hand rubbed his shoulder, telling him very softly. "Sean... Focus. You're drifting into the illusion. Pull yourself out." Sean shook his head, leaning in to press his lips to the base of Nate's throat. Nate looked divine in sunlight. He wanted this to be real. It all felt so real. Nate's hands moved to Sean's chest, his fingers slipping into the neck of his shirt to rub his skin as he told him slightly more commanding. "Sean. Focus. Where are you right now?" Sean brushed his lips up Nate's throat, inhaling the smell of his skin, before whispering close to his ear. "I'm with you." Nate chuckled, mumbling out mostly to himself. "Shit... I think I overdid it." Sean pressed his chest to Nate's, whispering lustfully into his ear. "Nate... I want you." Nate cleared his throat, trying to suppress a chuckle as he told him coolly. "I know. This is my fault... My attention is too divided and..." Sean grinned against Nate's throat, feeling Nate's hips rise into him as a groan left him.

Sean leaned up a bit to kiss Nate's lips, when something touched his back. They were supposed to be alone on this beach. Was something crawling up his back from the ocean? Sean jerked his head to look over his shoulder and the illusion shattered. He was back on the ship. His mind was a fog of confusion, when he slowly started to see the problem. The crew's eyes were all misted over in a grey fog. They were trapped in illusions. Sean gasped in panic, then let out a sudden sharp whine as his mind finally caught up to him enough to realize what had shattered his illusion. Bob had lifted the back of his shirt up and was starting to playfully bite his side. He tried to lean away from him, but Wade was on the other side. Wade unbuckled Sean's gun holster, yanking it off Sean's torso to get his shirt higher up his back. Sean shivered, feeling Wade's lips press between his shoulder blades. Sean glanced down at Nate for help and realized why Nate hadn't stopped them. Nate was trying to fight off both Ken and Felix with threatening zaps to their necks, but they didn't appear to feel them.  

Ken managed to pin down Nate's wrists across the bench, while Felix leaned over him to kiss him.  Nate groan and thrashed in frustration, causing Sean to see that Danny and Arin had Nate's feet and were trying to remove his boots. Sean raised a hand to slap Felix hard across the cheek, which snapped him out of his illusion. Felix's head jerked up, the misty fog over his eyes fading away. Felix glanced around confused, before Nate punched him in the dick. Felix couldn't even scream; he just grabbed his balls and fell into Ken, knocking them both to the floor in breathless agony. Nate's eyes turned a blazing purple as he sat up just enough that his body began to pulse with a powerful mist that seemed to purify the air. Sean yelped as Bob bit him harder, triggering Nate to wrap an arm around Sean's waist and flip him over like he weighed nothing. The air was knocked from Sean's lungs as his back hit the bench, staring up speechlessly at Nate. Nate was now over him on all fours, the mist around him coming alive. He was using an illusion of his own to conjure what looked like massive fog like tentacles from his body.