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Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse, and Jeremy 166 It is not Halloween yet but wouldn’t you be scared if Nifty vanished from the present forever? Donate so that never fty/donate.html OCTOBER 31st… Friday The Bunkhouse had been given the Halloween treatment. Fake spider webs hung from the ceilings and graced the already dark walls. Cut outs of witches on brooms, werewolves (resembling Lon Chaney and Henry Hull) in forests, Frankenstein Monsters (resembling every actor that ever played the Monster) in labs, Draculas (both Bela Lugosi and Christopher Lee types and one from Francis Ford Coppola’s DRACULA, the one with the big hair buns…I mean what the fuck was that?, Jesse wondered) in graveyards, and the like graced the walls and wooden crossbeams on the ceiling. Fake spiders were propped into the fake cob webs, every Halloween design that could be incorporated into the liquor glasses, the bar stools, the bar itself, the pool table, and the doors, were. Small screens showed naked men in various Halloween masks and/or half naked men in Halloween costumes that revealed a lot of skin, ab and navel, if not balls and dick. There was a disco light that began to turn in time to the low level music. Greyson came out as patrons began to fill the club interior. Purple stamps of monster motifs were put on the hands of the patrons. Dressed nominally as Dracula (but without the fangs and make up, just a long cape, red collar, bow tie, white vest and slicked back, blackened hair), Greyson smiled at the patrons as he took a spot behind the piano and began to warm up. The lights began to get low. Frank, the bar tender and partial owner of the Bunkhouse. 35, not unattractive and average looking, thinning hair, parted in the middle and showing a lot of forehead. He wore a tight tank top, a wife beater and while his muscles were not as big as the door man, they were there and noticeable. Behind Frank, were two TVs hung on the wall behind the bar. Both sported what could have been soft core porn—with some kind of Halloween theme—Jesse suspected BETWINKED, a hard…make that, very hard, porn take on BEWITCHED. http://www.rockettube/Twinks/Boysontheweb/372/Betwinked.html Another screen had the darkly sinister, but skinny and muscled porn star Kyros Christian totally invading the asshole of his then lover, the blond hottie Dillon Samuels, seemingly ripping his ass as he filled it with thick veined man meat. Dillon was as bright as Kyros was dark. They were opposites in every way. Dillon was a bit meatier than Kyros but just as hot, with a great, chiseled stomach and deep set navel. But true to form, Kyros had an outtie, twisted navel to keep in time with being just as different from Dillon as Dillion was from him. Their moans were nearly drowned out by the music. Outtie fucked innie as their stomachs pressed together and penises mingled around each other in wet display. https://www.youtube/watch?v=g-yhp_vQh6Q https://www.youtube/watch?v=2r_2GiFWKnw https://www.youtube/watch?v=YZYRRiFXgUg https://www.youtube/watch?v=OJBRBDeLvlw “How very cool.” Jeremy looked around. He was dressed even cooler, like a Trojan warrior mixed with Spartan look, some red but not much. Leather short straps, showing much leg in between, below, and above. Dick optionally coming out at times. Tied wrist bands. High knee boots. Basic shoulder leather strap that went under one arm but not the other, across from over the neck. His chest and abs were bare for the world to see. Just like his bulging biceps, and upper thighs, round pointed nipples. In fact, most of him was bare. He put the helmet down on the bar. http://www.vucutgelistirmeci/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/jeff-seid-antrenman-program%C4%B1.jpg “My shirt? Thanks.” “I meant the place,” Jeremy laughed. “I knew that.” Frank pointed out the obvious. “It’s like a disco Halloween from the 1970s.” “I know. I’ve been to one.” “One of the retro nights in the city?” “Yeah, something like that,” Jeremy told him. “I like it. You did a good job.” Frank nodded. “Thanks. That gives you a free drink.” He handed one to Jeremy, who took it. Theon took it from him. And smiled at him as he sat down on a stool nearby. Greyson started to play the piano more intently and a song started. He began to sing. The disco light on the top began to spin. https://www.youtube/watch?v=GRVn_4UyqNA K9 rolled on the ground in the dark backroom of the club. He made almost no noise, unlike ALL of his earlier models. Some light shone through the curtains from the front of the club. Even if he had made noise, the feint sound of glasses being rubbed together, polite conversation of patrons of the club, and Greyson starting to play the piano began to cover the atmosphere. The slight haze that misted from the back door from the outside veranda angered Jeremy. It meant, despite not being allowed, that some gay men were back there smoking. Jeremy sighed. “Who smokes in this day and age? You’d have to be an asshole. We know so much about how bad it is for you.” He wanted to go back there and smash their cigarettes into their eyes. “Peace, Jeremy, peace,” he told himself. As the disco light spun, attached to the ceiling, the lights of the club changed color. They blinked. The lights went off to black, then back on, then off to purple, and then on, then off to orange, and so on. Other colors were red, green, white, gray…each time the lights going on in between… There were many gay men in the club already. Some like Nick, a bald 30 year old, very skinny, very fem, were already dancing, even before the music rose in volume. Nick, 30, worked as a secretary at a fire station in Bayshore. He was bald by choice and loved to dance. “Late at night I start to think about the things I did wrong.” Standing behind one of the forward and dark olive green curtains, the Doctor emerged and his face was passionless, neutral, and cold against the harsh, blinking lights of the disco Halloween set up. He blinked once. The music. That boy’s voice. His piano. Those hot and light fingers as they Greysoned over the keys. The Doctor thought about himself in his Tenth body and recalled… “Me! It’s taken me all these years to realize the Laws of Time are mine, and they will obey me!” “I am Time Lord Victorious.” “No.” “Late at night I think about the things I could have done. To save us from him.” The Master. Somehow it always comes back to him. The Doctor thought about the Nick Hoult Master. Best one yet. The John Sim Master. Derek Jacobi Master. Eric Roberts. Three decaying Masters. The one with the beard who tried to kill Ace. The tiny boy Master. The Anthony Ainley Mater with the glowing Cheetah eyes. The Roger Delgado Master. “To save us from her…” The Doctor thought about Missy, the female Master and almost smiled. He shook his head. Poor form. Poor boy. “Late at night the silver lining turns my heart into stone. To save us from him. To save us from her.” Jesse straightened out his cape and bursa yabancı escort then decided to take the purple thing off. He was dressed, mostly in white, as Prince Charming. Suddenly, Jesse thought of the Rani. She saved his life. She’d become a “he.” A very hot “he.” Looked like Jamie Bamber from GALACATICA. She/he would terrorize the Doctor throughout his incarnations. The Rani had been silent of late. Jesse wondered why Greyson’s song reminded him of the Rani. Greyson sang his heart out, figuratively speaking, as he sat at the piano. His position didn’t stop him from moving his upper body around a lot as he performed. His feet, were, of course, playing the soft pedals on the bottom of the piano. “Late at night when I’m at parties, my gloom fills the room…” Jeremy, at the bar, talking to Theon, turned to hear Greyson. He moved toward the song. “…my glooms fills the room…” The lyric made him think of Barnabas Collins, former vampire. A long encounter at Collinwood…and the vampire was cured but it had once bit him. If anyone’s gloom could fill a room…although the Doctor sometimes came close…but love changed him, Jeremy thought. Jeremy smiled at Greyson’s obvious talent, as did Jesse and Theon. Odd, he thought. The haze lifted. The men smoking out back and on the side of the place must have stopped. The mist was just about gone and it didn’t smell of cigarette smoke any more. He wondered how or who accomplished the feat of getting the smokers to stop. “Late at night when I’m dancing with other boys I pretend it’s you…” Greyson, alternately thought of Theon and the Doctor. Kissing them. Both. Separately. Together. Then he thought about the Doctor kissing Theon. It almost made him lose a beat. But he didn’t. “…to save me from hurt…” From the far side of and behind the bar, a curtain moved. Suddenly, Jeremy felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He looked at his bare arms. The light peach fuzz there was also standing up. One doesn’t live and survive in places the likes of overly haunted Collinsport and barbaric ancient Gallifrey, the Doctor’s home planet, without picking up some warning signs of danger before it happens. “…to save me from…” Or maybe he was psychic or maybe…Jeremy whirled around to look for the Doctor but there were too many patrons dancing, blocking his view of the curtains behind the bar. He looked to the ones to the side of the bar. People blocked his view. “…suddenly…my heart starts to feel…” The very lean, much shaved hot blond boy, Kyle, was dancing on the small circle stage. He gyrated for patrons. Kyle looked 18 but was somewhat older at 20. His tight abs shone with some kind of glitter make up that reacted to the strobe lights. “…yeah my heart starts to feel like…my heart starts to feel…like…” Theon moved from Jeremy, who wanted to grab his arm and hold him back, toward Greyson. As Greyson sang, he watched Theon move past him to Kyle and he began to gyrate up to Kyle, lifting his shirt off. He stared at Greyson, who averted his gaze from Theon as he sang. What’s he doing? “…stone!” A short pang of anger and confusion and hurt passed over Greyson’s face but it lasted only for two seconds…He had to keep the show going on. “All around is silver and gold…” As he sang, Greyson thought of Theon’s upper chest tattoo. “Nothing gold lasts forever…” It made him shudder. Something’s coming? “But my heart never heals…” Theon trying to make him jealous? Or was he just being his avoid-ive self. Whereas Greyson was anxious to have people love him, Theon was avoid-ive. Was he just reverting or was he just having some fun or teasing or drunk? “But my heart never heals…” Older man in a tight white T shirt and tighter long pants. Pencil thin moustache and a young-ish face and muscled body. 38. Gary. Married. Two sons. Divorced. New lover Roger. Gary was dancing with a Roger, who had a pockmarked face, the smell of cigarettes on, as usual. A boy next door type was dancing with a shorter but just as hot Filipino lover. Dan, 25, construction worker. Started working with dad’s company. Bay, 23, Filipino lover. Dan had on a dark blue T-shirt with a collar, upturned, blue denims, and sneakers. He had brown hair, a semi pug nose but not unattractive. Two really nice guys, not without their “marital” problems. Umar, 17, exchange student from Arabian country. Patrons dancing. Van, 20, American, English. Patrons dancing. Another dancer was JT. Like Theon he was a gym trainer, 24, older than Theon and more a football player type but just as hot as Theon but in a different way. Less a twig, lean type and more a muscled type, Italian, confident, kind but also a bit sarcastic and happy at the same time. Short cropped hair, almost a crewcut. Crossdresser George, 35, dressed as a woman, which was NOT his Halloween costume, was on a bar stool. Minding his own …or her own business, he was just sitting there. 45 years old, dressed in a blond wig, dress, and high heels. Sipping a drink of some kind. “All around…is…” Max, another dancer, who was more muscled and about five years older than Kyle, came up behind Jeremy, who almost socked him with a fist. Max caught that but ignored it. He had to yell over the music. “Say, where’s your friend the Doctor?” “I don’t know!” “I wanna nibble on that ear of his again! I liked the taste of it last time.” “All around…is…” “Yeah, me, too!” Jeremy said to Max, inadvertently, not really into conversing at the moment. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He just wasn’t sure what yet. He was going to pull the plug on the lights, the song, the piano, everything. He just wasn’t sure, in this crowd how to do that. Could the motorcycle monster be back? He shuddered, recalling the horrors it caused. He recalled seeing something on the way to the beach that summer. Was that thing back? Could it be here now? “Shit. Why are we always in the middle of shit like this?” James, 29, business man, came over to Max and put a dollar in front of his face. Max stared at him. James shied away. “Sorry…” Max smiled and took the dollar. “I’m just fucking with you, guy. Come here!” He took the man’s hands and put them on his abs and started to shake his hips. The man danced with him. Jeremy ignored them and moved closer, shoulder to shoulder, with Jesse. Jesse nodded. “Yeah! I feel it, too!” Jesse turned his head sharply. Something moved. Something shadowy. Something was in the club with them. “Like stone…” Something…not quite human. Possibly human shaped. Shady. Super fast? A blur? The evil Flash? He wondered. Anything’s possible, he remembered the Doctor telling them. The Doctor? Where the fuck was he anyway? “Ohhhwoaahhh, like stone!” Jesse turned his head over his shoulder. What he saw there almost froze his heart. It, at least, skipped a beat. The face of a Weeping Angel was over his shoulder. His attention fully bursa sınırsız escort away from Theon’s meandering, Jesse wondered if Greyson saw them, too. He noticed Greyson glancing at Theon from time to time… “I tried my hardest, I tried my best, but kie/tardis/images/b/be/Series5weepingangels.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120204130846 Mouth gaping, sharp teeth. Sucking in air from fright, Jesse instinctively moved back and away, turning to face it at the same time and almost falling backward over himself. “…you just don’t seem satisfied…” Theon eyed Greyson as he kissed Kyle. Then, he looked as if he realized Greyson was upset. His entire look changed. The flashing lights gave the Weeping Angel…and Jesse…and everyone in the club, a stop motion, frame by frame jerky movement. Jesse ducked out of the way and the Angel, reaching out, missed him and passed him by as the lights flashed. When the lights flashed, he could see it…but then they blinked out, and he couldn’t. Then, he could… Jeremy turned to Jesse as there was an Angel next to him, too. He made his body move horizontal and half dove, half stepped on one foot and leg out of its way. Another one was near him and swerved to miss him. http://i13.photobucket/albums/a293/toolbox1234/weeping-angels_l.jpg “…and now I’m here all alone…” Coming out of the motion, he grabbed Jesse’s arm and made him jump. Jesse had thought an Angel had grabbed him. Both of them knew enough about the Angels…even met them once…the nice ones…to know that…one touch would send you back in time to before this moment where you’d live your life out but where you could never reach this year. Whatever life you had left ahead would be gone…siphoned off to the Angels. You could live a good life…but stuck in the past. “Kill you with kindness,” the Doctor had told them. “The Angels! The Fucking Weepin’ Angels!” “We have to get these lights back on!” Jeremy looked up. Jesse squinted in the haze. “DUDE!” JT was dancing by himself but as another guy came up to him, shirtless to dance, both smiling, a large very androgynous angel came between them, face toward JT. When JT looked into the face of the monstrous fanged angel…he smiled. The guy in front of JT smiled, too. “They think it…it’s part of the show!” Jesse yelled. “They think it’s a Halloween show!!! What the fuck?” Jesse reached out toward him but it was too late. JT was gone from the guy in front of him. The Angel moved off so fast, the other guy didn’t see him. Jesse looked confused. The guy moved on to another half-naked dancer. “…tonight…” Jesse tapped Jeremy’s shoulder to draw his attention to JT’s vanishing but Jeremy was turned the other way to watch George, raised his cup to an Angel, that hovered over his bar stool. “Good costume,” George said. The Angel touched his glass and the glass and George vanished before Jeremy could even shout out a warning. “Jeremy!” The music was so loud, it almost drowned out any conversation. “Jesse!” Jeremy turned Jesse bodily toward Greyson’s piano. Two Angels were heading, jerkily, toward Greyson’s back, coming from behind curtains. Jesse wondered for a split second. He was jealous of Greyson’s relationship with both the Doctor and Theon. Since he, Jeremy and the Doctor had an open relationship, he shouldn’t have jealousy. Yet, it was usually Jeremy or he who had other lovers and partners, sometimes more than one at a time. The Doctor did at times, too but not many that were as deep as his relationship with Greyson. “…and when I think of you, I cry!!!!” On top of that Greyson had formed a deeper relationship with Theon than Jesse had. Jesse, for a moment, thought it might serve Greyson right to be sent away from them. He shook that evil thought off and dismounted his jealousy. The greater good would be to save Greyson. “We have to stop this!” Jeremy yelled to him. “You go for Greyson. I’ll get the lights back on! That’ll fix em!” Jesse was about to say something to Jeremy but the lover was already gone. Jesse dashed toward the piano. Behind a curtain, Jeremy found K9 standing over the light panel. “K9, help me! I need you! Get these lights on.” K9 turned, nose toward Jeremy and the laser strut was out. “Do not interfere, young master.” “K9, stop acting dicky. The Angels are attacking the club for some reason. We have to get the strobes off and the regular lights on full!” “Negative. Orders countermanded, computers engaged to keep lights off.” “Orders? Who’s orders?” “Yours are countermanded, Master’s orders to keep lights off.” “Do you mean the Master Master or the Doctor?” “Doctor?” “What? He wants this???!!!” Before waiting for a reply, Jeremy took a step forward. The muffled singing of Greyson continued from the main room and could be heard. “All around is silver and gold!” K9 warned Jeremy. “Do not come near the light controls or I will be forced to stun you.” “K9…” “Do not come near the controls. I will be forced to stun you.” “K9, if I fall, the Angels might get me.” “Negative.” “What? How do you know that?” “Do not…” “I could hit my head.” “I will stun.” Greyson’s singing could still be heard. “But my heart never heals…” Jeremy started to turn from K9. He dove for the lights but a stun ray from K9 almost hit him. It stunned one of the extra bar tenders who came up behind Jeremy to find out what was going on. The older man, shirtless and not unmuscular, fell. Jeremy’s dive was over the ray but as he landed, he sprang up on his hands and feet and caught the man before the man hit the hard floor. He laid the man down gently. “K9, I won’t forget this.” “This unit regrets prior programming.” “Prior? What’s going on?” Frank came up behind Jeremy and looked at the fallen bar tender. “What happened to Cavil?” “He’s just stunned…” Jeremy looked only at K9. “K9…” K9 guarded the light panel. Behind Frank, an Angel suddenly whisked into existence, having moved there so fast no one saw it do so. This one had a smoother face than the others, no wrinkles, and the lips were together so there were no fangs in evidence. It was no less scary, though. The eyes looked cruel and void of any warmth mas/wp-content/uploads/Weeping-Angels.jpg Frank was talking one second and was gone the next just as Jeremy turned to answer him. He wasn’t even sure what Frank was saying. Jeremy turned just quick enough to see Frank vanish. The Angel laughed �an ethereal snicker that gave Jeremy chills—and was gone from his sight. Jeremy looked at the unconscious man. The Angel…all the Angels…left him alone. They were picking and choosing… “Suddenly my heart starts to feel, yeah My heart starts to feel…” In the main room, Jesse rushed over to Greyson, who, like almost everyone else, thought the presence of horrifying, robe wearing, gray colored, lifeless looking, but alive statues were just part of some Halloween prank or show. Three of them görükle escort approached Greyson’s seat, one from behind, two from each side. “Like stone!” “They’re after him!” Jesse said out loud but no one heard him. For a moment, he thought the Doctor set Greyson up from the start. Right from the start. The Doctor didn’t love Greyson. It was something he needed from him. Something he promised the Weeping Angels. He shook this thought off because it made the Doctor out to be evil, methodically planning against his friends and lovers. It could not be. Yet, it made sense. Greyson had some powers. That was almost clear. Perhaps the Angels needed it and maybe to save everyone else…but others were had already been dissipated back in time. It couldn’t just be him. In any case, Jesse through himself between the Angel from behind and Greyson as it reached out to touch him. Umar, 17, a dark skinned exchange student from some Arabian country, was bringing a drink over to Greyson and placed it on the piano. It was he the Angel reached for, over Greyson’s shoulder. Umar was suddenly gone. Greyson didn’t quite see that but laughed as he thought it was all part of a show. “My heart only feels like stone!” Van, 20, American, and English, came out from the bar side and was approaching the piano, too. He wanted an autograph as soon as Greyson stopped singing. The Angels had been targeting him, too. Van was gone in a flash. Jesse hadn’t seen Van approach but saw him vanish. Jesse embraced Greyson from behind as the Angels came at them. Somehow Greyson managed to keep singing. “Suddenly!!! My heart starts to feel, yeah!!!!!” Nick did a Michael Jackson sort of slide dance and slid into nothingness, touched by an angel from above. The last thing someone near him saw was his shiny bald head reflecting the light of the strobe…and an Angel face reflecting from the baldness. That person was Gary, who looked up and tried to scream as the face of another Angel, fangs bared, was an inch from his. It was inactive in that second because he saw it. But then the lights blinked…and then Gary was gone. Roger, too drunk to realize what was going on, came over with a drink. “Hey, guys in masks, want a hit of some of this good shit?” He, too, was made to go back. Jesse was on Greyson’s back, clinging. Greyson smiled but still managed to sing and play the piano. “Jesse. Jesse, what are you doing? I can hardly play and…” he continued to sing. Jesse closed his eyes. When he opened his left one, he saw…the same room, heard the same music, and smelled the same smells of drink and peanuts. He stood up from his back hug of Greyson. He had wrapped Greyson from behind in a back hug. Now, as he stood up, he saw Angels had always meant to pass them by and move out toward the greater crowd. “My heart starts to feel, yeah my heart starts to feel!” Jeremy came out and joined him, purposely trying to make an Angel touch him. The Angel dodged him and left so fast, it knocked him on his ass near the bar stool that George had vanished from. Jeremy stared after it, astonished. Jesse started a run for the back of the Angels heading for the crowd but one touch…he looked around for a weapon. Suddenly, on the floor were some things moving. He felt the movement before he saw it. He squinted. “Like stone!” “All around me…” The lights timed to the music made him blink. Little baby angels were crawling toward Greyson’s legs at the piano bench. Jesse could make out two of them. He moved to kick them but found a broom—another Halloween prop leant against the wall. He raised it but as he squinted, he saw the baby angels smiling as they crawled between Greyson’s muscular calves. Had Greyson looked down as Jesse was, he would have seen the angel babies vanishing and appearing as the strobe lights blinked on and off. Darkness. No angels. Light. Angels. You couldn’t see them when the lights went off. But when the lights went on, you could see them in their full horror. “Silver and silver and gold…” Adult angels, baby angels, teen angels. Fangs. Claws. On some of them. No one suspected they were anything but a Halloween costume or prank of some kind! Jesse’s eyes grew wide. He wasn’t sure which way to move or what to do. “Fuck!” He tried to yell, “Everybody out!” But no one heard him or if they did, slightly, they thought he was just play acting as part of the prank. “My heart never heals…” Dan and Bay were dancing close, chest to chest, abs to abs. They kissed and each put their head on the other’s shoulder. A baby angel crawled up Bay’s back. Another did the same on Dan’s. The two babies laughed as they fell to the floor wrangled up in each other’s arms as Dan and Bay vanished in the darkness between strobe light flashes. Angels blinked out. Angels blinked in. Greyson repeated the chorus himself. Jeremy and Jesse ran for Kyle and Max, who were dancing on the stage. Theon had moved off Kyle, literally, toward Max to feel him up but then he thought of Greyson and turned to move toward the piano, his face apologetic. Greyson saw this and smiled at Theon, who smiled back. Jeremy and Jesse stopped short as the lights revealed Angels all over Kyle and Max. A scene of horror. In the blinking lights, the jerky life movements of the dancing looked smooth but now as the Angels touched and whisked them away, the two dancers looked …jerking in mid-air and then gone. Jesse left Jeremy there, his arms falling hopelessly to his sides. “Maybe they ARE after Greyson after all!” Jesse had this horrible realization and fled back toward the piano player…did the Doctor? Is this his revenge on Greyson and Theon for starting a romance when Greyson had been his??? NO, no way. Theon felt something in front of him. And behind him. He knew trouble. He had been with the Doctor, Jesse, Jeremy and Greyson long enough to know something was here, something was up and not just his male member. Which was up, by the way. Danger did that to him. He turned around to behind him. He felt it in his mind. He turned back…toward Greyson. “My heart only feels like stone…” “JESSE! JEREMY!! GREYSON! HELP ME!” Theon reached out to them amid the lightning like disco strobe light blinking. They saw his eyes. He saw their eyes. “Late at night, when I’m all alone …I think of…” As he sang, it finally dawned on Greyson that something horrible was happening. Then, Theon was gone in the blink of a strobe light as from behind him the Angel touched him, the one with the fangs and they saw it replace Theon’s space. It shrieked at them…or was that some other sound from somewhere else? “…YOU.” Theon gone. Shocked face of Jesse. Shocked face of Greyson. Shocked face of Jeremy. On its way out, as a parting shot, one of the more androgynous angels must have reached up and smacked one of the more realistic Halloween witch props that hung from the ceiling. It was swinging on the ceiling, and a laugh from the Angel echoed in time to the swinging as if it or the witch were laughing at them all. The Doctor’s passive face staring. WEEPING WITH THE ENEMY DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY 166 Fuckers, donate! It is not Halloween yet but wouldn’t you be scared if Nifty vanished from the present forever? Donate so that never fty/donate.html
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