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Peter Pan and Me	By : Neckar Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 3675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Five: A REAL MAN
He wasn't really. A real man. No, I'm not mentioning of Peter. That, we have become established with by now. There was a new cummer to Never Never Never Land. He had some chest hair, light trail running from bare belly to lower regions. Long brown hair. Peter's hair is blond but it sometimes changes to brown and even black with his mood. Usually he's light and happy and gay but sometimes Peter can be melancholy and sad. I think somehow it has to do with his hidden nature: that he really does want to grow up, marry, and have children. But as long he doesn't, nor will I. I won't anyway for I'm gay but not the gay that Peter knows, or maybe he does. Certainly he loved Wendy and I could understand why. That girl was marvelous in her cunning and her love and understanding. Yet Peter also favored boys. Girls were worth more but it was boys that Peter spent more time with. I wasn't really jealous, or at least I tried not to dwell on that I was. For that lead Tink to some mean business against Wendy at one time. But I digress...
The new pirate amid a new sleeker pirate ship was barely a man. 19? 17? 18? 20? I know what not his age. His ship has a cannon. He was partial to swords, spears, and knives but in a pinch he would use the cannons and guns and such horrors. Peter never touched the guns. He strongly favored swords, knives, and spears, with emphasis on the swords and knives. Peter loathed guns and bullets. He was kind to arrows too though. The new pirate knew of Hook's demise and Peter's uh...hand...in it. This one was called Kickai. And he was much meaner than even Hook. This one did not search for his own mother or even loved his mother. It was rumored that this one killed his own mother, his own brother and his own father. This pirate liked blood...fairy blood was best to him. And he didn't, as did poor Hook, fear the sight of his own blood. It made Kickai more violent to see his own blood, he favored seeing it, for it brought out the beast in him. Peter knew nothing of Kickai, but I've read some things by and by that had him...wait, did I write some articles about him? Myself? Staying here in this land, made my memory seem scrambled. I could not recall what I did prior to coming to his dream nightmare world.
Anyway the cloud we were on was burst by an exploding cannon ball. Kickai's angry near-man voice snapped, "Damn you cannon firer! It was a miss!"
"Got them out of the sky!" The long haired cannon lanky 28 year old said. He wore no shirt, just like Kickai. Kickai had on ripped dungarees, with rips all over them, black boots with sharp points on the front toes and the heels. The cannon firer was Sammule, a tall lanky skinny stringbean. He wore what looked like sweat pants with a rope tie low on his hips.
That it did. Peter was laughing, one of his adventurous laughs. He laughed in the face of and in the middle of danger. Something I never quite mastered. Fear and disaster and death and the threat of death were not something I really relished. Peter took it all in stride. He laughed. He laughed when Hook tried to stab him, he laughed when he thought he would die on the Drowned Island. The only time he didn't laugh was when Kickai...ahh, but I get ahead of myself...Peter... and I... I might add were flying...headlong downward at the ground! The blast did indeed miss but it was close enough to knock us both out of the sky and we plunged toward the sea, the cold night sea. Peter must have flown downward. I didn't. I didn't see him. I was facing the eminent sea and I wondered if my merboy would be there for me. I knew I might survive but I didn't really want to be cold. And wet. To my surprise, something flung itself, wet and dripping out of the water, a large spray coming from its navel. It was him. It was Peter, I knew at once. I would have liked to say I thought for a moment it was Death or it was that Merboy come to kiss me again. I would have liked to say that I was startled that Peter thought this a game. But I wasn't. Peter rose up, meeting me, greeting me, and wrapping me...AGAIN in his arms, both of them this time and his face was near my...well, my privates as he held me upside down! He had shot up out of the water, grabbed me and flew me toward land.
He had his head to the ground so that my feet could gently touch the ground. Peter was wide eyed and he produced from a stump of a tree a long scope to look at the water, "WHO was that!" I could tell by his voice that he recalled, indeed even Hook, pirates. The faker. Either he was faking now or he was faking that he forgot Hook, Tink, Wendy and all the rest. Or it was that sometimes he did and sometimes he didn't. He was a strange being. But for it, I loved him.
"That, I think, is Captain Kickai, a disgraced Admiral, a mutineer on the HMS Bounty, an escapee from Fantasia and oh, at the age of 15 a killer, cutthroat, family murderer and mother slayer..."
Peter snarled, "He sounds like the worst! And he looks absolutely smelly!"
"I..." I wondered how Peter knew. He hardly ever took a bath unless I made him. But oddly enough he almost always smelled like roses and when he didn't he smelled like raw boy, both of which were pleasing to the nose.
"Hey how do you so much about this beast?"
"I..." I shrugged. "I read a lot. I think."
Peter bristled at the sound of reading. He didn't know how to. I never confronted him about it but someday I would. He looked as though he were about to take to the sky. "What...what're you gonna do?"
"Greet my new guests in my land."
"Can I come?"
Peter landed more firmly and took me by my shoulders. He looked so much older than me for some reason at that moment. "I do so want you to be my...well can you be my mother?"
"WHAT?" I balked, "What? Certainly not."
Peter smiled where once he would have cried, real tears. "Well then I shall be your mother."
"I don't want that." I broke lose of his grip but he put his hands back on my shoulders.
"I tell you then, you can be my father."
I thought about this. "Peter, didn't you ever think that I could be something more to you than that?"
Peter shrugged, his shoulders muscled and veined, nice. "I don't know what you mean. Tiger Lily and even Wendy said things just the same and I didn't....I know, I know what you mean!"
I was wide eyed now. "You do?" I had joy in my voice and my heart. "Really?"
"Oh yes," Peter nodded and his grip tightened on my shoulders. He started out as a whisper, "I shall be....YOUR FATHER!" He yelled and crowed and did a little dance around me as a circle. "And I will protect you like my son."
My face fell and my vindictiveness knew no form. "Oh." Did he plan that talk the way it went? I felt he wanted me out of danger. Which wasn't really like him. "Peter, you ...do you always feel...I mean..."
"Cmon, I wanna meet this scoundrel.."
"And make an enemy out of him...of course..."
"What else!??" Peter sounded like joy. "I can't wait any longer I have to go down there."
"Great, more enemies." I puffed, "Peter, you've never really not taken me along before." He stopped. Did what I just said make sense?
"Next time, son," He said infuriating me. "Next time. First meeting, first encounter is to play it safe with those I love." Peter flew off before I could react to that.
"Love?" I stood there, in the night never land forest. "Peter, you love me?"
I heard one of his closest fairies, "Of course he does, you silly ass."
"Oh no, fairy, I just remembered...." I forget all about his "love" and remember something, "Kickai also likes to pit boys against boys, to fight to the death for his amusement...I have an awfully bad feeling about this..."
Peter landed on the pirate ship. Kickai turned, "Odds, bogs, hammer and tongs!"
"Hello Admiral...oh shall I say Captain Kipper!" Peter had his hands on his bare hips and his chest out. He wasn't much shorter than Kickai and their bodies looked similar if not for Kickai's body hair.
"You would dare to come here?"
"You've heard of Captain Hook?"
"Yes I have!"
"I killed him and his whole crew. Me..." He took hand off hip to tap his own chest and put it back on his hip. The hand, not the chest.
I circled above. "Why! That conceited dirty faced little boy!" I said. I knew the Lost Boys had some hand and not alittle bit of sword point in slaying Hook's crew, all but Smee, who it is said survived. Oh and that French fem man, Starkey, that the Indians took to be their squaw.
"You conceited dirty faced little boy!" Kickai yelled. "Get him!"
Sammule ran at Peter but lifting barely a foot above the deck, Peter backed his foot by bending his knee and kicked his shins. And Peter laughed. Another pirate ran at Peter from the side but Peter side moved and this pirate collided with another. One was a big fat dude and the other a muscle bound man. "Men," Peter mocked, "Trip over their own feet." Laughed. A few others came at Peter but he walked on their heads and kicked them into the poles of the sails. "Ahh a sound after my own heart!"
Kickai's sword being removed from its scabbard. "WRONG! A SOUND AFTER YOUR OWN BELLY , BOYEEEEEEEEE!" He too ran at Peter but Peter had his sword in his hand and kicked off the belly of another rushing pirate, who having recovered, tried to use his muscles to come at Peter from behind. As Peter kicked off the pirate's strong stomach, he held his sword straight out in front of him to greet Kickai and nicked Kickai's shoulder and made Kickai look at his own shoulder and Kickai snarled. Peter laughed. Kickai's sword was knocked from his hands and Peter landed on his shoulders. Kickai raged and grabbed his knife and stuck it in Peter's heel. Peter howled with pain.
"TRY TO FLY WITH YOUR FOOT SKEWERED, FAIRY BOY!"
Peter yelled and lifted his sword up high. "Peter!!!!" I yelled. Kickai laughed as he took out another knife and made to stab Peter's other foot.
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