Disclaimer: Cory Raines and the concept of immortality
belongs Rysher Entertainment, Ryan belongs to whoever owns the rights to
Sliders. I'm making no money from this, and suing me would be utterly
Ryan couldn't believe it. He'd thought for sure Wade would stay with him
when he asked her, but she'd chosen to leave with her friends instead. Ryan
hadn't waited to see her go; he'd left their camp in the national park
during the night, not wanting any messy good-byes. He knew he'd never see
her again or anyone else he'd ever known. He was looking forward to
exploring this new world. From everything Wade and the others had told him,
it was likely to be very different from his own. All he really cared about
was that there was no Lottery. He could put up with anything for that.
Ryan planned to pretend to have amnesia when he reached civilization. It
would be assumed that he'd been in an accident, which would account for not
having any identification. He was going to have a whole new life now.
Rembrandt had explained that most worlds had agencies to help people without
homes or jobs, so Ryan was confident he'd be able to take care of himself
shortly. If only Wade had stayed with him... Ryan forced himself to stop
thinking about her. She'd saved his life; the rest was up to him.
Ryan walked without any clear goal, his only desire to get far away
before the others discovered he was gone. He had no intention of leaving
with them, and while he didn't think they'd force him to go, it was easier
simply to avoid the issue by not being there. With his climbing and outdoors
experience, Ryan had no doubt he could easily make it to the nearest city
even if he didn't run into anyone to give him a ride.
But it didn't look that like that would be a problem. Ryan spotted a
small campsite up ahead and headed toward it, calling out to alert whoever
was there to his approach. He was nearly on top of the small tent before
there were any signs of life.
"Whoever you are, you better have a damn good reason for waking me
up at this ungodly hour," a voice grumbled from the tent. A moment
later a man crawled out, pushing himself to his feet with his back to Ryan.
"Hi, I was hoping you could help me. My name's Ry-" His voice
cut off abruptly as the other man finally turned around. The two men stared
at each other in total shock. Aside from differences in clothing and length
of hair, they could have been identical twins.
"Who the hell are you?!" The other man was suddenly holding a
sword at Ryan's throat.
Ryan froze, wondering what kind of lunatic he'd run into. Although he
supposed it was possible that everyone carried swords on this world. It was
hard to judge without any knowledge of the society. "Ah, take it easy
there. I'm unarmed," he tried to calm the other man, without any
"Where did you come from?"
"I don't know." Ryan remembered to stick to the story he
planned to use. "The first thing I remember is waking up this morning.
I was out in the middle of nowhere, nothing with me, no I.D., nothing. I
don't even remember my whole name!" He tried to look harmless and
"Try again." The other man prodded him with the point of his
sword for encouragement.
"Fine! You want the truth? My name is Ryan Simms, and I'm from an
alternate Earth. I came here with some people, they call themselves sliders,
who came through my world, and I decided not to continue on with them. Happy
now? Now do you believe me?" After everything that had happened to him
the last few days, starting with 'winning' the lottery, it was no wonder
"Actually," the other man lowered his sword, "that sounds
just crazy enough to be true."
Ryan stared in shock.
"But then, I'm kind of used to believing in the impossible. Hi, I'm
Cory Raines, and I'm an Immortal."
Now Ryan knew the other man was nuts.
Cory shook his head. The man traveled between universes, and he couldn't
believe in immortality. Unbelievable. Why did mortals always have to see
proof? "Look," he commanded, drawing his hand along the edge of
his sword. Ryan gasped, reaching for his hand only to freeze in shock as he
saw the wound heal before his eyes. In seconds, the only sign of the injury
was the blood pooled in Cory's hand.
"What...how?" Ryan didn't even know what to ask.
"I told you, I'm immortal."
"This can't be real. None of this is real. That's it. They gave me
the injection after the lottery winners' ball, and this is some kind of near
Cory had no idea what Ryan was talking about, but he knew how to convince
him that he was real. Without thinking any further, Cory grabbed the other
man and kissed him. Ryan stood frozen for a moment before he began to
respond to the lips moving over his. Then he realized what he was doing,
kissing a stranger, kissing a strange man, and he wrenched away.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Convincing you I'm not a hallucination." Cory was
"Do you always go around kissing other men?"
"I kiss anyone I'm attracted to. Why, do you discriminate based on
Ryan didn't really have the hang-ups about homosexuality Cory suspected
after the mortal's reaction to their kiss. After all, his world practiced
strict population control and what better control than homosexual
relationships? But he had never personally been attracted to another man. It
just felt weird. "No, but most people ask before grabbing!"
"I've always believed in taking what I want." That was all the
warning Ryan had before Cory grabbed him again, pulling him tightly against
his body. He could feel Cory's erection pressing into him, and he felt
himself start to get aroused. Cory started to kiss him, running his tongue
over his lips until he parted them, letting the other man in.
Cory tasted Ryan deeply, stroking the younger man's tongue with his own.
He withdrew, coaxing Ryan into following and tasting him. Their tongues
played together for what seemed forever, neither man willing to stop. Cory
pulled Ryan's shirt loose, running his hands under it to feel the muscles
quiver under his touch. He drew back slightly to look into the other man's
eyes, momentarily startled again to find himself staring at a mirror image
of himself. Ryan blinked in surprise as well before nodding tentatively.
Cory pulled Ryan's shirt off, caressing him, finding that the same things
he liked pleased Ryan too. He wondered if Ryan's nipples were as sensitive
as his own and latched onto one with his mouth to find out. The heartfelt
groan from the younger man seemed to indicate that they were.
He arched into Cory's touch, moaning with pleasure. For a moment he felt
like the world was spinning, then he realized it was. Cory had taken
advantage of his distraction to lower him to the ground and was now lying on
top of him, suckling at one nipple, lightly pinching the other and grinding
their erections together. Ryan couldn't believe how fast this was moving,
but he didn't really want to stop it either. He reached tentatively for his
soon-to-be lover, running his hands over Cory's naked back. It was the
immortal's turn to arch into his touch, and the sound he made could only be
described as a purr. Ryan grinned. He had a feeling that sex with Cory was
going to be fun.
"What's so funny?"
Ryan glanced down at the words, seeing Cory looking back up at him with a
half smile. "Not funny, fun."
Cory grinned, understanding exactly what Ryan meant. "That's okay
then. We're supposed to be having fun." He punctuated the statement
with a long lick down Ryan's torso, ending at his navel. Ryan couldn't help
laughing at the ticklish sensation. He squirmed wildly under Cory's
Cory pushed himself to his knees, sitting back on his haunches and
straddling Ryan, watching his face while he unfastened his jeans, freeing
his hard cock. Ryan stared, biting his lip, then sat up and reached for him.
He stroked Cory's erection, relishing the feel of the silky skin in his
hand, slowly sliding down to cup his balls before moving back up to rub his
thumb over the head. Cory's hands clenched into fists as he pushed forward
into Ryan's grasp. It felt so good. But it wasn't enough.
The immortal was suddenly stripping the rest of Ryan's clothes from his
body, desperate to have him naked. His fingers fumbled at the button fly on
the other man's jeans, his dexterity not aided by Ryan's continued petting
of him. Finally, they were both naked, and Cory launched himself at the
younger man with a growl. He knocked him flat on the ground, writhing
wantonly over him as he kissed him.
Cory worked his way down Ryan's body, bestowing random licks and nips as
he went until the other man was whimpering continuously. He approached the
weeping cock but bypassed it to nuzzle into Ryan's inner thigh, grasping the
muscle lightly between his teeth for a moment. Then he moved back up to the
sensitive crease where thigh met groin and licked along it, inhaling the
essence of his lover.
By now Ryan was begging him to touch him. His hands moved frantically
over Cory, desperate for more. He couldn't keep still under the immortal's
knowing touch; he wanted the other man to fuck him.
"Shit!" Cory suddenly yelled.
Ryan's eyes shot open. "What? What's wrong?"
"I don't have any lube with me. I wasn't expecting company."
Ryan groaned. "Suntan lotion? Something in the first aid kit?"
"I'm immortal, Ryan. I don't need any of that stuff! Okay, plan
"Say abstinence and I'll find out just how immortal you really
Cory laughed. "No way! No, you are going to fuck me,
Ryan my boy." As soon as he finished speaking, before Ryan had a chance
to say a word, Cory sucked his erection into his mouth. Whatever Ryan had
been going to say came out as a wordless scream of pleasure. Cory took the
time to caress him, fluttering his tongue along the length and briefly
milking him with talented throat muscles, but his main goal was to get Ryan
wet. Between that and immortal healing, they'd be fine without the lube.
Cory slowly released Ryan with a last lick at the head of his cock. He
slid up his lover's body to kiss him, letting the younger man get a brief
taste of himself. Then he sat up, straddling Ryan, staring into identical
green eyes. He prepared himself, stretching the muscle for Ryan's entry.
Soon he was writhing on his own fingers, staring into Ryan's heated gaze. He
reached behind himself, holding Ryan's cock steady as he rose up and slowly
eased himself down on it. He gasped at the entry and froze for a minute,
accustoming himself to the fullness.
Ryan reached up to pinch his nipples, causing Cory to arch over him. This
pushed Ryan's cock against his prostate, and Cory screamed in pleasure. He
began to move up and down on Ryan, faster and harder, the pleasure and pain
blending together into pure ecstasy. He reached for his own cock, pumping it
in time with the stroking into his ass. He moaned when he felt Ryan's hand
close over his, both of them stroking his cock. He couldn't hold on much
longer. He forced his eyes open to see Ryan. Their eyes met, and a
convulsive shudder ran through Cory.
That was enough for Ryan. He'd been fighting to maintain some semblance
of control, but he'd never felt anything as tight and hot as the other man.
That shudder rippling along his length broke him, and he cried out
wordlessly as he exploded into Cory's depths.
Seeing Ryan's pleasure, Cory let go and came shuddering. He slumped down
on top of Ryan, not wanting to separate from him yet. But soon he had to,
and he climbed off him carefully, nestling against him, his head pillowed on
his shoulder and one arm and a leg thrown over him.
Ryan snuggled into Cory's embrace. He'd always enjoyed holding his lovers
close after making love, and it seemed to be one more thing they had in
common. At least with Cory over him, he wouldn't need to worry about
After a few minutes of blissful relaxation and contented petting and
nuzzling, Cory bestirred himself enough to ask Ryan what his plans were. The
younger man explained what he intended to do once reaching a city, and the
immortal murmured noncommittally. "You know, Ryan, I could use a
partner," he said hesitantly.
"What exactly do you do?"
"Most of the time I rob banks."
"But that's just for fun. I don't need to do that if you don't want
to. I invested a lot of the money from some early jobs, and I'm rich as
Midas now. But don't tell my friends that if you meet them. I wouldn't want
to ruin my image, especially not with MacLeod." He grinned. "So
what do you say? Want to experience the lifestyle of the idle rich for a
while?" He waited anxiously for Ryan's response. It mattered
surprisingly much to him that the other man stay.
"I'd like that." Ryan smiled into Cory's eyes just before the
other man kissed him.
Cory grinned. "I think this is the start of a beautiful
Ryan only groaned.
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