|Mark of the Destined
Author: Nevermore23 PM
Slash Damian was a normal kid living with his dad. When some strange men show up, his dad freaks out, and next thing he knows he's on a spaceship. He ends up on a planet as the guest of king, and has strange feelings for the kings large body guard. Join Damian while he deals with space travel, eccentric kings, and a crazy hot, but equally cold man. Summarys bad please give chance!Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Fantasy - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,449 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 10-02-12 - Published: 10-01-12 - id: 3062444
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Author's Note: Hello ALL! I would like to welcome you to my new story! As always, this story is slashy goodness and rated M so if you don'tlike that please don't read. However, this story does not involve polygamy :(. I'm hoping this story will be much different from my other one, but for those who have read my other one, I have not given up on it, I'm just rethinking things, and I wanted to write something new and different as well. As usual, I write really short chapters (Which I hate that I do that I just can't help it) and I'll try to update this as often as possible. Anyway, I hope you like my story! Please review and let me know what you think!
Mark of the Destined
"I want to die!"
"Ugh! Practice was brutal!"
"I think coach wants to kill us!"
Damian listened to the complaints of his teammates as he walked into the locker room after swim practice. As always, he had no idea what his teammates were complaining about. He thought practice was pretty easy. He did better than usual today, and was hardly tired.
"Hey Damian!" Damian turned to see his best friend, Ricky, walking up to him, dripping wet.
"I forgot my towel! Can I borrow yours?" Ricky asked.
Damian rolled his eyes at his friend's forgetfulness, but tossed him his towel anyway.
"Thanks! You're the best!" Ricky told him.
Without the towel wrapped around his shoulders, Damian was dressed in only the small green swimsuit that was the uniform, and his perfectly sculpted swimmers body was proudly shown off to the rest of the men in the locker room. Damian was very proud of his body, especially the fact that he didn't have to try hard to keep it perfect. All he needed to do was swim, which he loved to do. Otherwise, he could eat whatever he wanted, and sit around doing nothing if he really wanted to. The only thing he didn't like was that his skin was very pale, and didn't tan. Luckily, he didn't get freckles, and the only mark on his skin was strangely shaped birthmark on his left shoulder.
"You just love to show off your body, don't you Damian." Kevin said joking.
"Of course I do. It's perfect." Damian responded.
"You are way to egotistic." Kevin told him.
"You're just jealous."
After they finished changing, Damian and Ricky headed to Ricky's car.
"Are you going to Natasha's party tonight?" Ricky asked Damian.
"Naw. My dad has the night off, so I promised him I'd stay in tonight." Damian responded.
"Your dad really needs to get a life. He never gets out or sees anyone. It's pathetic." Ricky told Damian.
"Yeah, I know. But what can I do about it?"
"I don't know. You should try to set him up with someone."
"I don't know."
"Why do you care anyway?" Damian asked Ricky as he entered Ricky's car.
"Because, I like your dad, and I want him to be happy."
"Your so strange Ricky." Damian told him.
Damian was looking out the window when Ricky stopped at a stoplight. Outside, Damian saw a group of strange looking men. They were all dressed in black jumpsuits, and they all had brightly colored hair.
"Ricky, look at those guys over there." Damian pointed out the strange men. Ricky looked to where his friend was pointing, and rolled his eyes.
"Stupid freaks. Trying to be different. It's pathetic. Don't you think?" Ricky said venomously.
"Yeah." Damian said quietly. Damian had a strange feeling when looking at the group of men. He felt like something strange was about to happen.
Later that night, Damian and his father, Lucien, were doing what they usually did when Lucien had nights off, eating pizza and watching T.V.
"When's the last time you had a night out?" Damian asked his dad during a commercial break.
"Not since you were born." Lucien responded absently.
Damian was shocked at the answer he received. "Dad! That was seventeen years ago! You haven't had any fun in seventeen years? Don't you have any friends?"
"I have fun. Isn't this fun? I like spending time with you." Lucien said, surprised at his son's outburst. "And anyway, I lost touch with my friends a long time ago. What brought all this on? Do you really hate spending time with me that much?"
"No, it's just that aren't you lonely?"
"No, I have you."
"But what about when I go off to college? Then what are you going to do? Sit around doing nothing?" Damian was upset that his dad had given up his entire life for him. He felt guilty.
"I'll worry about what I'm going to do when we get there. For now, can't we just watch T.V. and eat pizza?"
Just then, a noise was heard outside. Lucien and Damian both got off the couch, and looked out the window. Outside, Damian saw the same strange men that he saw earlier that day.
Lucien tensed when he saw the men. "Shit." He whispered.
Damian looked over at his father. "Do you know them?"
Lucien didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed his son's arm, and pulled him down the hallway. He pulled Damian to a stop in front of the wall next to the staircase. Lucien moved his hand across the wall, like he was looking for something.
"What's going on Dad?" Damian asked his father nervously.
At that moment, Lucien seemed to find what he was looking for, and there was a click. The wall slid open, revealing steps leading down to a basement. Damian had never known that they had a basement.
Lucien dragged his son down the steps, and opened the door at the bottom of them. Once inside the room within, Lucien closed the door, and turned on the lights.
Damian blinked in the bright light of the room. When his eyes adjusted, he looked around.
"Whoa." Damian whispered.
The room was mostly bare, but standing the middle of the room was what looked like a small submarine, made of platinum.
"Dad, what is that?" Damian questioned, apprehension clear in his voice.
"That Damian is a spaceship."
"Ha, very funny dad. No really what is it?" Damian's voiced was close to hysterical, he wanted to believe that this was a joke.
"I' not joking Damian." Lucien said seriously. He began to drag his son toward the ship. "There is a lot you don't know, and I wish I had the time to explain this to you. Those men outside are after us, and I can't let them get you. The ship can only hold one person, so you're going to use it to take you somewhere safe. I will program it to take you somewhere friendly, and when it is safe, I will call you and the ship back to me. There are enough supplies in the ship to last years if necessary." Lucien explained to his son quickly.
When he was finished explaining, he opened the ship, and pushed Damian inside. He then pressed some buttons on the control panel on the inside of the ship, and lights started to blink.
"I love you Damian. I am so sorry. I was hoping you would never need to learn of this." Lucien said softly, before closing the door to the ship, and stepping away from it.
"Wait. Dad! Come back! This isn't funny." Damian screamed, while pounding on the walls of the ship.
The lights started to blink faster, and there were beeping noises. Damian was close to hyperventilating, when a pulse went through him. All strength left Damian's body, and he lost consciousness.