Hmm not many posts rn, ... while it is by no means worthy of Bibbles or even Bibblesesque ... perhaps a prologue to a fanfic will do February 14th 2013: A few days before the zombie outbreak of Spring 2013 Cleon stood in his laboratory making science happen. He thought perhaps if he got the device, which was certainly in no way a bomb, through the McGuffin energizer, that he could blow a hole in time space itself. This was the moment he had waited for. Tentatively and with trembling hands Cleon place the large silver device in the gaping hole of the McGuffin energizer. There was a massive explosion of light and Cleon was blown back into the far wall of the observatory. It was a miracle. In the middle of the portal’s opening stood a man. His raven hair was perfectly disheveled under his black cowboy hat, his beard scruffy and his bandana orange. His trench coat billowed in the winds of time space. Cleon was dazzled. It was like looking in a mirror, but with slight differences. The man stepped down from the McGuffin energizer and approached the still floored Cleon. “You’re no zoomb.” Cleon shook his head. “No, no I … I’m affraid I don’t understand ‘Zoomb’?” “Not know about the zoombs? Where am I, comrade?” “UMass Amherst?” The man looked at the lab, still clean for a lab, filled with shiny whiring tech, a massive device covered in a tarp. “When am I then?” “2013” The man whistled. “Tarnations, so long ago. they must not have come yet. Perhaps this is the way to save humanity, if I can warn them, if I can take over.” Cleon grabbed the corner of a nearby lab table and pulled himself up. “When was it supposed to be? And who are you?” “A long time from now, past the downfall, but you don’t know about that yet. And I am Nathan, Nathan Reynolds, leader of a rebellion which has yet to be relevant. And who are you, comrade. Awful rude of me to be barging in without an introduction, I appologize.” “Cleon Arcturus, scientist. You’ll forgive me but, you look so like me” He reached out to touch Nathan’s face, “Except the scar. I have to wonder are there other differences?” “Well,” Nathan smirked, “Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, after all from what I understand science has to be … thorough.” “That it does, Mr. Reynolds.” Cleon’s eyes wandered down Nathan’s body. “That it does.” “Please,” Nathan Reynolds lifted Cleon’s chin with his index finger. “Call me Nathan.” There eyes met and heat filled the room. The prospect was so tantalizing, to kiss the other man, or was it in some bizarre way himself. To taste the other man, to see, to feel. Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought him back. They gave in to their mutual curiosity and lust. Their lips touched and sparks flew. Driven wild with his lust Nathan pushed Cleon down onto the lab table. Cleon gladly parted his legs for this matching man. Cleon’s fingers started to undo the other man’s shirt buttons. Nathan all too gladly shrugged out of his shirt and coat, he in turn started ripping off the other man’s green t shirt and super awesome lab coat. Cleon pulled away to look at Nathan’s body, so far his tantalizing flesh was just the same as his own all the way down to the massive bulge in his pants. “I think we need to see if they” he glanced at Nathan’s crotch again “are the same.” Nathan smirked and started pulling off his belt. “I reckon we do.” the end ... for now
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 05:43:03 +0000
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