THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
James

Written by Lady Poetess
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Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

ONE

Dr Christian Jack Coulson was working late. To the others walking
past and looking into his office through the windowpanes, this
wasn't unusual. The men and women who worked for this unnamed
organization had no lives outside the cause - to conduct research
and development methods and weapons that would give old Uncle Sam
an edge when it came to domestic and international security. This
was one group that wouldn't hesitate to bend the rules to attain a
goal.

But tonight, Chris' fingers flew over the keyboard as he keyed in
some last moment relevant pertinent coordinates into the
deceptively simple looking computer. No one would have suspected
his underhanded masking of his online presence using an encryption
method he had developed himself. Tonight, as was every night for
the last year, "Dr Jack" had been covertly working on his own
project.

He was a rare genius - he was only twenty-three, but he could
teach doctorate programs in universities for biochemistry, organic
chemistry, and computer programming and software development.
Since the age of seven, he had been trained to serve this
Organization, and served them all his life he had. But he was by
no means loyal - he wasn't disloyal either, but he was a man who
cared only for himself. He was very well aware of his own failures
when it came to team work and socializing, and no one knew more
than he that the Organization would be the only place where he
would be safe, be useful to, and not be considered a freak by
other people.

Footsteps coming. Chris quickly initiated auto-save and shutdown
of his computer, and just in time too, as Charles Hu, his
ambitious colleague, walked in without any announcement. Charles
made no secret that he coveted Jed's position as assistant to
their department head, but Jed didn't take it personal. Everyone
here wanted to stab someone else in the back, anything to avoid
being left at the bottom of the hierarchy and deemed dispensable
by the administration. People who were deemed dispensable were
literally dispensed with.

"Hyde is back." Charles said in a sneer. It made his handsome face
smug and unattractive, but Chris kept that to himself. "He's
injured."

Chris got onto his feet at once. "How is he?" he asked even as he
grabbed for his coat.

"Always the caring Dr Jack to the Mr Hyde," the other man said,
repeating an often-used joke around the place. "He's shot in the
chest, but Raymond has taken care of the worst. Hyde's asking for
you though." As always, Charles seemed to say with his look.

James Hyde was their best scientific achievement. He was the
ultimate super soldier, the first successful attempt to create a
human being from the petri dish while manipulating his genes so
that only the desired traits manifested in him. When Chris started
out in the lab, he became Hyde's guardian in a way, taking care of
the man's comforts and briefing him about his assignments. Hyde
would be away on some covert operations, and his success rate was
one reason why Chris and the rest were working to develop more
super soldiers. But so far Hyde was the only one that could
survive past the six-cell stage. He was now twenty-eight years
old; the product of advances in gene cloning methods that started
and kept under wraps long before the world learned of a sheep
named Dolly.

Chris had tried to keep Hyde at a distance, but Hyde was too
valuable not to be indulged. He had orders from Operations to
actually be Hyde's friend since he was the only person Hyde seemed
to be genuinely fond of. Dr Jack and Mr Hyde - the joke soon
spread like wildfire. Chris didn't like Hyde getting close to him,
because emotions were dangerous, especially emotions tied to
someone like Hyde.

Maybe that was why he was working on his covert project. One flaw
with Hyde was that he required a daily dosage of chemical
stabilizers to keep his metabolism from going out of control and
tear his systems apart. If Chris' formula worked, he would have
created the ultimate stabilizer that would finally allow Hyde to
live like a normal human being. Hyde could even flee this place if
he wanted to, and Chris betted that the man would.

Hyde loved movies and books. He had always wondered aloud what the
experience of watching a movie in a theatre surrounded by
strangers or better still, a play at Broadway would be like. Chris
knew all this because it was he to whom Hyde confessed his
longings. He didn't design this stabilizer, a year of hard work,
because Hyde's look of longing cut him in a way he never
understood, nor did he design it because Hyde seemed to be a man
who deserved to be free. Chris wanted to be trapped here, because
he was safe here, but Hyde was slowly bristling to experience more
to life than the sanitized recreations they provided him.

Hyde lived in his luxurious apartment, just two floors above
Chris' own. Operations provided them all with the finest of
luxuries - books, movies, computer games, exotic cuisine, and more
to keep them living like kings. But not once did they forget that
they were living on borrowed time and charity - one fuck up and
they were history. Chris was too good to fuck up, however. Hyde,
on the other hand, was slowly getting there if he didn't control
his dissatisfactions.

Somehow, Chris didn't want to see Hyde fuck up. He reasoned that
it was because Hyde was the pride of his lab, nothing more. It
would never be anything more.



TWO

"Eat these pills, drink more water, and sleep early." Chris gently
arranged the pillow behind a bemused Hyde's head so that the man
could be more comfortable. He smelled of antiseptic, but he had
just changed Hyde's bandages after biting his tongue when he saw
the wound. "You're lucky you can heal faster and better than us
mere mortals. How can you be so careless?" he couldn't help
scolding even when all his senses called him to stop.

"If fucking up is the only way to get you to come to me, I will
gladly fuck up again and again," Hyde just said. "I miss the times
when we would watch TV together or argue over anything, the news,
books, music, life, any fucking thing. Now you just show up to
brief me or to give me my med. I miss you, Chris. I lo - "

"Oh please," Chris quickly said, desperate to avoid listening to
Hyde. "It's just biology. You believe yourself to be attracted to
me because I'm the only person you see on a daily basis. It's like
those ducks imprinting themselves on the farmer because he's the
first creature they saw when they hatched out of their eggs."

"Or Stockholm syndrome," Hyde anticipated Chris' next diatribe.

"Yeah," Chris said, deflated.

"And you'll be happy to get some guys to come over and service me
if I want to have sex."

"Yeah."

Hyde lifted his upper body to look at Chris, and gently but firmly
brushed off Chris' hands that were trying to get him to lie back
down. He didn't let go of Chris' hand though. "I was sixteen years
old when I met you, Chris. I've known people - other men and women
around here - before but I don't feel about them the way I feel
about you."

"It's not - "

"Then what the fuck is it?" Hyde asked. "What the fuck is this,
that when I was lying there, thinking I was dying, my thoughts
were about you and how I wished that we could have done something
good together. It is the memory of your rare smile that keeps me
going, Chris, and I feel really good because it is me who made you
smile. Tell me, what the fuck am I feeling?"

"James, please understand, we can't do this. This will endanger
both our lives."

"You call me James."

Trust that idiot to fixate on that, Chris thought in frustration.
"We cannot care for each other, James, I mean, Hyde. If Operations
perceive that as weakness on your part, you will be dispensable. I
am more dispensable than you are, and if they see me and you as
some liability on my part..."

"It's too late then. I'm already caring too much for you."

"Then stop caring. You can do anything, you can fucking well do
this too."

"The day I stop caring will be the day I willingly let step on a
land mine. You think I love it here? I'm just a soldier, Chris.
It's you who see me as a human being. I think I started caring
when you sneaked a copy of Voltaire's writings to me. And all
those nights when you came into my room just to spend time with
me? I care, Chris. I fucking care."

"I am under orders to befriend you. You know all this. We've
argued about this before. Why are we doing this again?"

"Because I love making you flustered." Hyde grinned, a roguish
smile that had lulled his victims into trouble. "Because I love
you."

"No."

Hyde growled playfully and pulled Chris down to him. Chris moved
so that he avoided touching the bandaged wound - oh yeah, the man
cared despite his protests - but he also placed his palm on Hyde's
bare chest and shoved. "Let go of me."

Hyde just kissed him in response.

Most to Chris' dismay, Hyde was a fucking good kisser. Hyde always
maintained that Chris was to blame though, because Hyde hadn't
kissed anyone but Chris. He hadn't even fucked anyone but Chris,
even though paid whores were always available should they wanted
sex in this place, because he never wanted anyone but the man.
They were guys that he had lusted after before Chris, but none had
compelled him to try to act on his lust until this handsome,
golden, and reluctant angel of a man walked into his room one
night, twelve years ago, to befriend him, a lost and lonely boy.

He deliberately kicked off the sheets off his lower body so that
his engorged erection, obvious even through his briefs, could
brush against the juncture of Chris' thighs. Chris ground down on
the tip of the fast moistening bulge despite his reservations,
just as he weakened and opened his mouth to let Hyde's tongue slip
in and conquer him. Maybe Chris wanted to push away, but his palms
on Hyde's nipples soon began massaging his sensitive erect buds.

"I love you," he whispered as eased the other man down on the bed.

Chris seemed to regain his sanity then. "No," he protested weakly.
"Hyde, we can't do this. Please."

The genuine fear in Chris' eyes stopped Hyde even when the effort
almost killed him. "Chris," he began to protest.

"Yes, James, I care," the other man admitted finally. "I want this
as much as you, not just because you're so fucking gorgeous,
because you're also... well, yeah, you're one sexy package and one
good friend as well. Maybe if we've met in other circumstances..."

Bitterness, rare bitterness, pooled in Hyde's heart as he tried to
remain cocksure and confident before Chris. "I know. I've always
wanted to live some other life than this one, remember? I always
wanted so badly for us to be free so that I can make you love me."

Chris hesitated. But, he thought in resignation, looking at Hyde,
maybe some things shouldn't be hidden away. "You don't have to
make me love you. I think I'm already there," he said. There, he'd
said it.

At that moment, it seemed as if all those lonely hours of cold
solitude had melted in the warmth that burned in Hyde's eyes at
Chris' declaration. At that moment, this - Hyde, Hyde and he -
seemed like the rightest thing in his existence.

Hyde touched the other man's lips. "You mean that?"

"Yeah. No lies, James. Not now when I'm such a wreck." Chris
hesitated, as if he was debating with himself, before continuing.
"But I know of a way you can get that life you want so badly. You
just have to be patient," he whispered in Hyde's ear.

Instinctively Hyde knew this was something that would cause the
other man a lot of problems if word got out. He could have laughed
then. If the man wanted Hyde to stop caring, this latest surprise
from him would only have Hyde willingly let the chains of his
devotion to Chris tighten around him until he was beyond rescue.
He pressed his aching cock against Chris' ass, hoping that the man
would take mercy on him, as he kissed the other man once more with
feeling.

And finally, after some hesitation, Chris' trembling hands pushed
down the waistband of Hyde's briefs.

"Wow," Chris just said.

Hyde looked down at his erection. "What?" he asked, reaching down
to collect the inch long string of moisture threading from his
cock slit and rubbing the moisture on Chris' lips playfully.

Chris licked his lips, his eyes still locked at Hyde's cock. He
was definitely excited though, not afraid, and the proof throbbed
in Hyde's hands when he unfastened Chris' jeans.

"All those excess testosterone in your body have its benefits,"
Chris said finally.

Hyde just laughed.

Chris' hands cupped Hyde's balls. Then he closed his mouth over
the heavy fleshy sacs and Hyde gasped in delight as Chris began
mouthing and sucking on his pendulous balls. The contents of his
balls seemed to boil at such intense tonguing, and his cock ached
as it jutted forth from the thick bush of dark wiry curls at the
base, an imposing tower of pure virility. Then Chris was
enveloping that thick cock as best as he could in his mouth, and
Hyde cried out as pleasures he couldn't even fathom until now
wrecked him to his very core.

He straddled Chris' head and gripped the headboard of the bed as
he began pumping his cock into that lusty mouth. It didn't take
too long - his balls seemed to explode in a fiery eruption of
molten cream, spurting his copious fluids into Chris' mouth. His
harsh broken moans contrasted with the powerful image of male
virility that he was as he arched his back and thrust deep into
the other man's mouth, causing the man to gag slightly even as
semen spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Concerned about the sounds Chris was making, Hyde reluctantly
withdrew his still pulsing cock from Chris' mouth. He was still
coming, and his ejaculate splattered all over the man's face and
neck, until after what seemed like a full two minutes of powerful
orgasm, Hyde collapsed beside Chris, his still half hard cock
spurting one last time onto the other man's thigh. He looked at
Chris, and chuckled. Not only was he born to be an all-time super
dick machine, he was also designed, it seemed, to produce an
unusually large amount of come each time he ejaculated. Chris was
a mess. Hyde's semen was all over the other man's cheeks,
overflowing from his mouth, on the man's neck and torso, all the
way down Chris' crotch, a trail of semen that followed the track
of Hyde's wildly ejaculating cock moving off the man's mouth and
down his body.

"I'm so sorry," Hyde said. He really was. "The next time I'll - "

Chris chuckled. He touched his face, and chuckled louder, before
lapsing into full-scale laughter. Hyde joined him, somewhat
nervously, because he knew he hadn't actually given the man any
pleasure. He tentatively licked at his own juices at Chris' face.
He made his way down the man's body, kissing and suckling, before
taking his first cock into his mouth.

He was pretty okay for a first timer, Chris later admitted. Hyde
grinned at the compliment.




THREE

Chris carefully placed the vial in his lab pocket. There - it was
done. Once injected into Hyde's body, Hyde would never have to
depend on the daily dose of stabilizers again. That was, if this
serum worked right. He hadn't tested it yet. He didn't dare to.

He also didn't want to lose Hyde. How selfish of him, but he had
never claimed to be a saint.

"You have it?" Hyde asked that night as Chris walked into his
room.

Chris handed him the vial and the syringe.

That was when Hyde knocked him down. Chris never saw that coming,
and the world went black.



"Sorry to do this to you, love," Hyde said when Chris regain
consciousness.

"What the hell just happened?" Chris looked around him. "We're on
a train."

"Yeah. We're leaving Operations, you and me." Hyde lifted his arm
and rubbed at the still raw syringe mark. "And so far your serum
seems to be working. I've gone almost a day without those pills
and I'm still alive."

"Where are we going?" Maybe later his emotions would sink in.
Right now, Chris was dazed from the fact that he was actually in a
train.

"Can I trust you?" Hyde chuckled humorlessly. "Of course I can,"
he answered his own question. "You offered me a chance at freedom
on a silver platter. I'm meeting up with a friend. He'll help us
get out of the Organization's claws."

"Has it occurred to you that I want to remain behind?"

"Why? After I'm gone, they'll - you don't expect me to go, do you?
You expect me to stay behind like you." Hyde sat down across the
dirty carriage from Chris. They were in a carriage used to house
barn animals, if the stench was any indication. "I can't stay
behind, Chris."

"I want to go back."

"Why?"

"I'm scared," Chris confessed. "I've never lived anywhere else.
I'm a freak, James. I'm too smart, I don't function well with
people, and top it off, now I'm a refugee from the most dangerous
organization in the country."

"I'll take care of you."

Chris looked outside at the world speeding past him. "We probably
won't live to see tomorrow."

"Probably. I had to take care of a few guys on our trail. Just be
glad you didn't see it."

"You hurt?" Chris asked, staggering unsteadily to move to sit
beside Hyde.

"Not a scratch. I'm better than Superman." Hyde's white teeth
gleamed in the dark, as did his striking brown eyes. His muscular
arm closed around Jed's shoulders and Chris rested his cheek on
his man's chest. "We'll be okay."

"Even if we die tomorrow, I think it's worth it, just being here
with you." Chris pushed his hand under Hyde's shirt to feel the
man's powerfully muscled torso. "And I love you."

Hyde's look at that was heartbreaking even to a man such as Chris.
"I love you back," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "Fucking
hell, Chris, I love you. You know that, right? I love you too damn
much, I - "

He placed his finger on Hyde's lips, hushing him before kissing
him.



He pressed his fingers and dug painfully into Hyde's muscular
shoulders as Hyde playfully nibbled on his Adam's apple. He was
pressed with his back against the wall, lifted off the floor and
supported entirely by his butt and hips balanced on Hyde's hips.
Their clothes littered the floor, Hyde's jeans around his ankles,
and they both moaned as Hyde slowly pushed his cock up into Chris'
anus. He was so wet and slippery with his own pre-seminal juices
that it eased his engorged entry, but Chris was too small, and it
was like fucking a too-small, too-hot furnace.

Hyde gave a short upward thrust of his hips, driving a few inches
of his cock into the other man's ass, and held Chris firmly, their
sweat-slicked chests pressed against each other, as Chris
convulsed into a powerful orgasm. Trembling as he tried to keep
control of his boiling lust, he gave another upward thrust,
sending the man into another bout of frenzied pleasure. He grinned
- hell, he could get the hang of this! One more thrust and then he
couldn't hold back. He gave a cry, muffled through gritted teeth,
as he poured himself into Chris. There was so much of him that he
felt his juices pouring down their thighs, plastering the hairs of
his crotch and intertwining them with the hairs around Chris' anal
pucker.

"I love you," Hyde gasped once more, before his knees wobbled and
he had to lower Chris back onto his feet.

Chris just placed his palm over Hyde's chest, a simple gesture
that soothed Hyde's raging fever.

They slept that night, Hyde's shirt covering as much of Chris as
Hyde could make it. Jed waited, unmoving, until he heard Hyde's
snores. Hyde let his guard down around the man, calmly and blindly
believing in Chris love for him. How na‹ve, and how unforgivably
stupid, really, Chris thought as he reached for the weapon Hyde
carelessly placed within both their arm's reach.

"So you're gonna shoot me after all?" Hyde's quiet voice startled
Chris.

Chris just aimed the weapon at Hyde. "My loyalty is to the
Organization. You are a traitor. It is my duty to take you in."

Hyde made a sound of disgust. "You're a coward."

"Shut up," Chris said angrily as he tried to keep his hand steady.
"You don't understand."

"What don't I understand? You are choosing the Organization over
me. You are terrified of trying to live a life outside that damned
place." Hyde chuckled humorlessly. "I guess in the end, I'm not
worth it huh? Fine, kill me, because I am not going back there
ever again."

"You have ruined my life! They'll never let me go back unless I
bring you back in. And I can't live out there, I..." Chris bit
back his confused panic.

"You taught me all about the outside world back there, but I think
in the end I know much more about it than you," Hyde mused. "Guess
you will have to kill me then. It's a pity." This time real pain
crept into his voice. "I guess one night will be all I can really
have of you."

Chris lowered the weapon. He wanted to believe Hyde so badly. "How
can I - "

"You can. We can. Together," Hyde said, slowly taking the weapon
out of the other man's hand.

Chris nodded lifelessly.



"You two ready?" The rat-faced man grinned crookedly at the two
men after he pushed open the train door. "Hello," he said to
Chris. "You must be the amazing Chris Coulson. Hyde here talked
too much about you whenever we bumped into each other. I'm
Reynaldo. You read RL Stevenson's Kidnapped before?"

"Yeah," Chris answered warily.

"Think of me as Cluny. The both of you are going to be running for
your lives." He said it as if he found it very amusing.



"And that is the most ridiculous story I have ever heard," Brian
Littrell exclaimed. "I know the Organization, and they will never
let you get away like that. I would personally hunt you down
myself were I still in charge."

James Hyde just smiled enigmatically. "You're not in charge
anymore."

He rose to his feet and pulled his jacket tighter around his well-
muscled frame. "Brian, you wanted a story, and I gave you one.
Whether or not you believe it, I don't really care. They know
Chris and I are here, and they won't bother us - or you."

"I've never known them to be so generous," Brian said skeptically.

"They are when Chris still has the formula of his serum in his
head," James said. "The perfect bargaining chip."

Brian watched the man make to leave. "Will I see you again?" he
couldn't help asking.

"Perhaps," James said. He flung a card at Brian who caught it
easily and looked at it.

"You're kidding," Brian said, his tone incredulous.

"See you around." With that, James walked towards the exit.

Brian looked down at the card, shook his head, and smiled as he
tucked it in his shirt pocket. He gestured to Rupert for another
drink.