Home, Home on the Waves, Where the fish and the octopi play.

[Brandon]

While Brandon couldnt speak through the behemoth, he could act just as easy as he normally could.

The behemoth raised both of its arms as it soon attempted to grab the teen. Though with its massive size, it was much slower then what Brandon could do, but while he lacked in speed, he made up for it in power. And if he got ahold of the teen, He would lock the behemoths hands together to form a rocky prison around the teen. The behemoth made no sound, save the sound of rocks moving.

Even Ethan could feel the raw energy that bound the creature together. If Ethan were to find a way to disrupt the energy, the teen would very well find the weakness to the behemoth...

[Ethan Snow]

Ethan looked on in a bit of disappointment as Brandon, in his new, hulking suit of stone armor, appeared completely unable to communicate with him verbally. Worse still, for some unfathomable reason, Brandon wanted to continue in that ungodly form in spite of the fun they both seemed to be having earlier. Well if Brandon wanted his butt kicked that badly, then Ethan would hand him and his rock armor monstrosity said butt kicking in the hope that it might dissuade him from using it further.

With his power still increased beyond it’s usual resting levels, Ethan pulled back from Brandon’s grab and then soared up and around the clumsily slow golem, sailing around to the monstrosity’s back so that the shirtless teen might level a massive punch into the armor, aiming for somewhere between the shoulder blades/boulders. Regardless of the extent of the reaction, whether is be as massive as a stumble, or as minimal as a barely phased rumble, Ethan remained in motion, attempting to read the grey skinned young man’s next move. If Ethan had been in the suit he guessed he’d attempt to turn and swing one of the massive arms around to try and smash who had just punched him in the back. Expecting this, the shirtless boy dropped down a few feet to be under are height and then bolted around to get a clear shot at the armor’s midsection with the intent on leveling another massively powerful punch into the monstrosity.

[Brandon]

When Ethan landed his blow to the golems back, it actually seemed to cause a crack in the stone itself. And the monster turning around to swat at Ethan after the attack seemed to make the damage worse, as the crack grew and grew up onto the creature crumbled under its own weight, or atleast, it seemed that way.

As this was Brandons first time using such a technique, he lacked the power, endurance and training to hold the beast much longer anyways, so the golem cumbled into a huge pile of stone, with energy that quickly faded away to nothing. Of course, only Brandons Energy remained as he soon dug himself out of the pile of rubble, pushing rocks off of himself.

Coughing a bit from teh dust, he looked up at Ethan and laugh while he panted. "Well that... w-worked out better then I first hoped for... Heh." He said, as he climbed out of the rocks. His skin had some cuts and bruises on it, but other then that, the young man looked unhurt.

[Ethan Snow]

Ethan's stick and move tactic seemed to work out pretty well as he landed first one punch to the back of the stony monstrosity and then one to the front, evidently overpowering it completely. Pulling back and gliding back to the beach a few yards away, the shirtless boy watched as the armor fell apart, leaving his equally shirtless opponent to shove his way out of the pile of debris. Ethan had no intention of pressing an attack after so soundly beating Brandon's big form, it was no doubt embarrassing to have such an impressive looking technique thoroughly trounced by a two punch combination and the blue haired teen didn't want to bash the guy's ego any further. Besides, his point about being a capable warrior seemed to have been well backed up now so attacking while the other was down would only serve to hurt his case. Brandon though seemed to be treating the experience more as an experiment, seeming to be genuinely surprised the armor worked at all.

"You were trying out a new technique while trying to kick my butt?" Ethan asked as he set his board down on the beach and stepped off, dismissing the construct while at the same time relaxing his tensed body and letting his energy drop back into a more relaxed state. At once the weights he was carrying made themselves know again, but the teen had grown used to them and didn't slouch from the loss of power, though he wasn't as light on his feet as he would be while his higher energy state was active. Not one to let his training gear get the better of him, Ethan brought his fists up and threw some punches at the air. "So, we still doing this or what?" he asked cheekily and threw some more punches at the air.

[Brandon]

After he finished dusting himself off, Brandon smiled at Ethan as he asked the man about his 'construct'. "Well yeah, Had a dream about it and decided to see how my energy would fair with it. It drains me alot, gotta catch my breath a bit." He replied, as he saw that Ethan was already ready for another round with him, throwing punches into the air.

Seeing that the debris from earlier were casting alot of Shadows, it gave him an idea.

Instead of summoning another doppelganger to restrain Ethan, Brandon's eyes glowed, and most of the shadows suddenly reached out, and attempted to grab the teen, like tentacles reaching out of a void to grab their prey.

If the sudden ensnarement, Brandon would attempt to follow up and slam a few hard punches in the teen's stomach whether he was ready for it or not. "IF its to smash your stomach in, Im ALWAYS up for that!" he said with a grin.

[Ethan Snow]

Grinning and still punching at the air, Ethan was oblivious to Brandon's intent as the other young man approached him. He was rewarded with understanding though when Brandon's eyes flashed the strange purple color again and at once a veritable field of shadow forms sprang up around him. "Holy crap!" Ethan exclaimed and tried to step back, but before he could even take that first step one had encircled his right wrist. Destracted for the moment trying to pull away from it, two more seized his legs and a fourth grabbed his left arm. Then at once his limbs were yanked in four different directions, his legs pulled a foot or so apart and anchored firmly to the ground while his arms were each yanked up and out to an opposing side. Ethan tried to pull back against them but between his training weights and Brandon's strengthening command of the shadow forms, the teen was quickly forced into a standing spread eagle position.

Knowing exactly what he was doing Brandon capitalized on Ethan's surprise and while the shirtless teen was fighting his restraints, the more heavily muscled young man waded in and buried the first of a hand full of punches into the boy's helpless stomach. Ethan was too busy gaping up at his arms to notice Brandon was on top of him, at least not until the first of this punches smashed into his midsection, bypassing his loosened abs entirely. Every one after that was just icing on Brandon's cake.

"Uuuugh!... Uuuuuuuhhhhh!... Uuuuuung!...." Ethan shuddered with each blow to his unprotected core, spit and his precious wind blasting out of his mouth as his head dropped from looking up to grimacing at Brandon with a strange mixture of pain and excitement written across his face.

[Brandon]

Brandon wasnt the only one to have a look of excitement on his face as he pummeled the boys stomach, and of course, if Ethan were to look down, he would see that Brandon was enjoying beating up the teen almost a little too much.

And with Ethan in such a compromising position, Brandons grin grew more sinister as his aura slowly became visible, like black fire as his energy level suddenly doubled. And with his aura still visible, he clenched his fist for Ethan to see. "Heh, Im gonna enjoy this immensely..." He said, as he suddenly threw an even more powerful punch to the teens stomach.

Powerful punch after powerful punch, he laid a new badass beatdown on the teens soft gut.

[Ethan Snow]

With his arms and legs trapped and his body pulled tight and held in the vulnerable position, Brandon was free to continue his onslaught and continue he did. Fist after fist pounded into the helpless teen's stomach, belting breaths of air and painful groans from the boy. Ethan was beginning to wish he hadn't let his energy fall back to it's resting state as he was now finding it hard just to breath, let alone concentrate enough to push it back up and gain enough strength back to maybe tighten his destroyed abdominals. One thing that did not need help pushing up though was the manifestation of the boy's raging hormones that this beating was causing. Not surprisingly, escape was not anywhere on the shirtless teen's mind as Brandon continued to smash his stomach in, no instead the boy hung there as his body shuddered with each blow, soaking in the experience like a punch drunk boxer caught in the ropes. The ache in the teen's guts that sapped away his strength was also driving him wild.

Brandon stopped though for a moment to admire his handiwork, though the reprieve for Ethan didn't last long. During it though Ethan's head drooped and it was at this moment that the boy realized the shirtless man was drawing much more pleasure out of destroying his body then Ethan thought possible. It was undeniable though, the physical evidence was staring him right in the face. It was then that Brandon poured on more power, his energy state climbing to double what it had been and Ethan looked up at the muscular man, a tinge of fear added to his otherwise painfully expression. "Oh.... crap..." the boy gasped as the grey skinned young man wound up and plowed a immense punch into the boy's guts, his fist sinking easily through the teen's warm flesh.

"Ooooggghhhhhhh!" Ethan gasped as Brandon's fist folded his body over, at least as much at the shadow restraints would allow. "....Oh man..." the shirtless teen gasped when the fist would pulled out of his toned stomach, letting him return to his hanging position, but a moment later another took it's place and Ethan's whole body shuddered from the blow, most spit, more air and the unmistakable wave of pleasure that the boy to date had only felt from Ohara's special attentions.

"Uuuuughhhh!" Another punch and another muscular spasm shivered though the boy's body. The pressure continued to build and unable to tighten up to fend off the blows, or summon up the power to ascend, the blue haired boy just hung there as the man sank fist after fist into his core. Breathing was all but impossible now and it was one hundred percent certain now that Brandon had beaten the boy beyond any point in fighting back, victory was his minutes ago, this was now domination, and Ethan was loving every moment of it. The build up couldn't go on forever though, at some point something had to break and thankfully it wasn't anything inside of the poor boy. Now what broke was the wall holding back the muscular spasms that would release the teen's pent up physiological pressure. Hanging there with another in the countless number of fists buried in his stomach, Ethan gasped out a labored "Oh man..." followed quickly by another and another. The phrase repeated with every punch, increasing in intensity until the boy was practically screaming it. Then at once his previously lax muscles all started to tighten in unison as spasm after spasm rolled through his body. Ethan hung there letting out a long, throaty moan, interrupted with each spasm as the experience overwhelmed his taught, teenage body and his raging hormones had their way. Were Brandon to pause and observe the teen, the telltale signs of what had just happened were all there, the physical manifestation of his body's excited state, and surrounding that manifestation a large wet area and fluid dripping to the sand.

[Brandon]

Brandons own hormones were going crazy as he felt the teen squirm and tense around his fist. The sounds that he had made with each thrust of his fist brough pleasure upon his ears. "Mmmm, You just love to be powerless against my punches dont you Ethan?" He asked, as he drove one final powerful punch into the boys stomach and twisted it a bit before withdrawing, to let the teen fall down if his legs couldnt hold him up anymore.

With the...climax... of the spar past, Brandon licked his fist, tasting the salty sweat of Ethan's stomach, he mumbled "Mmmmm" as he took a few steps back to view his handy work, and saw the wet spot on Ethans pants that was dripping onto the sand below him. Brandon knew he couldnt make fun of Ethan for climaxing from the punches, since Brandon had enough of his own excitment from landing the punches on the teen. GRanted, with his dark pants, it wasnt as visible as Ethan's excitment, but it was still there as it dripped down his pant leg.

"Heh, It seems that we both thoroughly enjoyed that beating. You alright down there?"

[Ethan Snow]

The ongoing explosion of pleasure and release Ethan was experiencing was for the shirtless teen, mind blowing. His body convulsed and shuddered as Brandon buried a last fist, deep into his guts, folding the boy completely over on it as his restraints vanished. Ethan's arms hung down, into the same field of vision as his now dangling legs as his full weight was supported by the bigger man's fist, still sunken practically to his back bone, in his stomach. The boy could hear his pounding pulse in his ears as he hung there for a moment and above that, Brandon taunting him about enjoying his helpless position. Ethan's couldn't deny that at all. From the moment this thrashing started the boy was enjoying himself.

All too soon though the release of hormones and other fluids wound down and Brandon dropped the blue haired teen to the ground. The boy's legs having no strength at all, dropped him to his knees in front of the bigger young man but even that wasn't a position he could hold. With a groan, half filled with contentment, Ethan keeled over to his side, landing in the sand and wrapped one arm around his aching middle and the other hand clutched his spent manhood as shivers still rolled through his body.

"Ooooohhh... man..." the boy practically moaned. "...You have no idea..."

[Brandon]

Panting softly, Brandon couldn't help but smile brightly as he kneeled down beside Ethan. He then looked down at the mess his pants were in and laughed. "Hah, I think I have a fair idea. Your definitely going to need to wash those when you get the chance, then again.... heh, I should be one to talk." He said, as he went from kneeling to sitting down beside the teen.

"We should of brought a couple bottles of fresh cold water with us eh?" he asked as he wiped some sweat off of his forehead and flicked it off. He looked out towards the sea, and to Ethans boat and let out a sigh.

"Ya, during our sparring match, It made me realize... Even with my amnesia, I haven't even tapped into a sliver of my dark powers. And to be honest... It scares the shit out of me...."

[Ethan Snow]

Curled up on his side as the last of the rolling waves of pleasure shivered it's way through his body, Ethan finally relaxed, rolling onto his back as Brandon spoke. Folding his arms up behind his head and using them to help crane his head up to look at the other young man's pants without using his battered abdominals too much, Ethan couldn't help but smirk. Somehow without knowing it, the blue haired teen had managed to get the same reaction out of Brandon as the young man's dominating beating had gotten out of him, and that in it's self raised other questions. Brandon had really enjoyed beating the hell out of him that much? Well he did say at the start that he was up for it any time, so that must be the case. But to have such a reaction, what would this mean if they were roomies for more then just a few days? To live with a man that enjoyed taking advantage of the teen's weakness and had the strength to do it well, he couldn't imagine the regular workouts, or rather work overs he'd be getting.

"You really did like it too?" Ethan asked somewhat rhetorically. "Man, we've got to meet up when you get yourself a place to live. Can you imagine doing this every few days?" the boy mused out loud and before he knew it, his spent hormones were trying their damnedest to crank back up again, which of course his bathing trunks did nothing to hide. Having already figuratively exploded with the other young man, Ethan didn't feel as self-conscious about it and remained on his back with his arms up behind his head.

"Heh, hem, anyway, as for the water..." the boy added, shifting subjects. "Give me a bit to recover and I'll take care of that for you." he said with a smile, letting his head back down and closing his eyes as he rested in the sun next to his grey skinned friend.

"So what scared you?" he asked, following the other's conversational lead. "I thought we both had a good time."

[Brandon]

"HEh, Id imagine things would be the same no matter where I lived. Id still love to whoop ya every now and then." Brandon replied, as he couldnt help but utter a laugh when Ethan said that he would take care of the water when he had rested up a bit.

The conversation turned a dark corner when he asked what was scaring Brandon, who replied "Its my powers... I hardly have any important memories back, and yet I can already do so much... What scares me, is what might happen if I get too much power and it runs out of control." as he looked over to Ethan. "Plus, what if, before i Lost my memories... I was some....villian...Or some...evil thing.... When was the last time you heard of a hero who had such dark powers. Whos own blood can take the life out of any thing it touches?" He asked the teen as he let out a sigh.

Brandon might of had a good point. His eyes, Skin, aura, even his own blood reeked of something extremely sinister about Brandons present situation, and his past.

"Ive been getting these dreams lately, and each night they seem more.... real then before. Some say that latent memories can appear as dreams to some people, but if that is the case with me... Im scared to know who I really am...."

[Ethan Snow]

"That all sounds like a bunch of maybe's and what-if's to me." Ethan replied, dismissing Brandon's turn to darken what was otherwise turning out to be a wonderful day. "The nature of your abilities don't mean a thing, it's what you do with them that's important." the boy went on, dipping into his occasionally used hidden well of wisdom. "As for who you may have been, regardless of if the guy was a jerk or not, who cares about that guy? This is who you are now, and if you were naturally a jerk, you'd of done a lot worse to me when I was tied up there." Ethan continued, pointing out that Brandon's forgotten past now had no baring on the present.

"Besides, that search Mr. Brown ran on the computer showed the guy you knew, but there was a whole bunch different right? Which means we don't know for sure that, A, your memories are even reliable, or B, that you even come from this planet... plane... Dimension, that's the word. For all we know, you were a nice guy with ironically dark powers. Hell, you could have been a florist in your past and these powers only manifested because of our yellow sun, like Ultra-boy." Ethan went on, postulating that any number of possibilities existed to explain the circumstances. "Point is, don't worry about it until there's a reason to." he finally added and stretched out a little more in the warm sand, turning his head to the side and opening only the shaded eye to look at the grey skinned young man.

"So, when I feel a little more like moving again, what do you want to do with the rest of this fine day?" the shirtless, blue haired teen asked with a smile.

[Brandon]

"You mean Superman?" Brandon asked as he gave Ethan an odd look as he mentioned his powers manifesting under the yellow sun.

But when Ethan mentioned that in the past that Brandon could of been a florist, He couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Hah, That is a good one. I'm not too much of a fan of flowers to be honest, I'm more of a fan of carpentry. Could of been a carpenter in the past." he said in between laughs.

It was a small while until he managed to calm himself down after listening to Ethan's well of wisdom, and was asked what he wanted to do for the rest of the day. Shrugging, Brandon replied "Well, I'm not entirely sure. But we should change out of these pants first. IF we let them dry as they are, they will get most uncomfortable. Wouldn't you agree?" as he gestured to the wet spot in Ethan's clothes. Granted, Brandon was not immune to the 'wetness' either, as his pants were getting wet as well.