FRICTION FICTION: Janu by Jason Fury (1980)

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JANU

By Jason Fury

(Mandate.Nov.1980.)

1.
Janu. I whisper that name in dread, sometimes in hope and shrieked it
many times in ecstasy. Janu. He commanded me to await him in this dark
room on the outskirts of Nowhere and I obeyed him as I always do.

He visited me last night, the first time in many days. When I awoke and
felt him pressed close to me in that narrow cot, I nearly fainted from
joy . . . and from terror. He creates in me always that inexplicable
emotion that has gripped me whenever I know that he is near.

Janu is a jealous god and he knows better than I that someone is seeping
into my thoughts. His eyes, the color of amber, of sand beneath sea
water, glowed in their almond-shaped sockets as they looked into mine.
He mounted me and while he sank his long tongue into my mouth and while
his sword of flesh began its swift journey into the center of my
universe, he was thinking and his thoughts become part of mine.

"Someone is trying to steal you away. There will be no more games. He
must be destroyed. You will help me. You must go to the end of the line
on the midnight train. There, you will find a hotel beyond the station.
Your room will be ready for you. You must not leave it for a moment.
Then, either I . . . or the one who tries . . . will come to you."

His power was filling me up, like an inner ocean, and I could say
nothing as the tip of him searched within for my heart. It was found and
that signaled his release which was violent, like an earthquake. It shot
bolts into me, recharging my heart, and the bed shook so it nearly
cracked in two. Janu's arms were on either side of me, his hands
gripping the railing. His thighs pinioned my hips. I was his prisoner
and he smiled as I thought that.

"Yes . . . my prisoner, forever. For you will never escape me . . ."

I carried out his instructions. I took the small train which was empty
and left The City.

The train flew through the night like a silver column of energy,
carrying no one but me. I passed through the small station where only
rats and snakes moved about and I came shortly to this hotel. It was so
tall that I could not see the top of it as it shot upward, stretching
further up than any skyscraper I have ever seen.

The lobby was empty but on the counter was a large, square envelope that
bore my name. Inside, on a piece of cardboard, I read: Room 10001. I
took the elevator up to this floor, passing rows of closed doors and
wondered what lay behind them. I found my room and it was identical to
my austere chamber at home. There is a narrow bed, covered in white
muslin, in the corner; a table with a chair and on the table is a silver
platter bearing hard bread, a metal pitcher filled with water and a
crystal goblet. On the bed is a small volume, bound in black with a
single word printed in red: Poem. I will read that later. There is a
window here, too, one with bars through which I can see the gigantic
moon, filling up the entire sky, like the mirage of a desert one
sometimes sees in the Sahara. It looks like the sky has turned into
golden sand. I look through the bars . . . far below, almost hidden
behind layers of mist are the forests and mountains I have crossed and
the ravines which resemble silver threads.

I sit down on the edge of the bed and pick up the thin book. Janu left
it here . . . or, perhaps, it was the other one . . . I can almost
imagine the footsteps of Janu thundering in the past as they try to
reach the present.

I open the cover of Poem and begin reading:
"I fled Him down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him . . ."

Yes! Yes! All of that is so true. The poem could be a biography of my
life with Janu.

I read on:
"All things betray thee, who betrayest me . . . "

I have tried to flee from him constantly but he has always found me,
recaptured me and made me cling to him more. I knew I could try to hide
from him until eternity ends and he will still find me . . . through the
years, into all my hiding places, even into 'my own mind' . . . and
those feet will always follow . . . follow after.

2.
There is a period in my life when I was very young and there was no
Janu. Strangely, I can recall hardly any of those days. In the small
village where I lived, I spent most of my time in the house where only
my father and the servants lived. I knew none of the other children and
had no wish to. I was happy in my own self and spent my time studying
religion and philosophy and walking in the thick forests surrounding our
house. I was aware, even then, of a quality of waiting. It was not
something one could define verbally. It was a hidden thought but it
convinced me that something fantastic would one day happen to me. I
never doubted that for a moment.

There was one tract of land, near our estate, where Father forbade me to
enter: The Star Woods. It was called that lovely name because Indians
once believed that certain stars would descend from the skies at various
times of the year and settle down for the night among those trees and
magic rituals would ensue.

Often, while my nanny would walk with me on the outskirts of Star Woods,
I would look at those black trees and the strange white flowers that
grew in such abundance there and long to enter among them. A silent
voice seemed to constantly urge me to enter.

I would beg of my old nanny to let me slip into that wood, even for a
second, but the very thought made her face grow pale.

"The dark one dwells there," she said once, "it is his home and one must
never intrude upon his privacy. God forbid!" I could not get her to say
anything more about "The Dark One."

* * *

The years passed quickly, dreamily, and I took all my lessons at home
from private tutors. Soon, I was sixteen and ready to enter the
university, a hundred miles away. The day before I was to leave for
school, I did something I had dreamt of endlessly but never dared
attempt: I entered Star Woods. I felt no fear as I slipped into that
forbidden area, shunned and loathed by the village people. The pale
flowers, almost translucent, covered the ground but no sounds of wind
nor animals disturbed the sanctity of that eerie place.

There was no path but my feet seemed to move of their own accord and led
me to the edge of a glimmering pool, filled with black water. No leaves
or bracken floated on its still surface. Suddenly, I noticed the bubbles
and the widening ripples of something coming upward. It was a huge man,
a naked man, who erupted out of the water and stepped lightly onto the
bank of the pond. His eyes glowed huge large and yellow through the dim
light. A smile grew on those thick, sensuous lips and he held out two
arms towards me. He was very dark, indeed, the perfect image of the
"Dark One" my nanny had whispered about. But his skin had a greenish
pallor to it and I thought immediately of underwater kingdoms and a race
of people who live far below the surface of the earth. Two small
antennae grew above his eyebrows, on his forehead.

His immense phallus twitched and lashed itself around his knees like a
serpent. Although his lips did not move, I read his thoughts perfectly:
"So. You have come to me at last. The waiting has been long. But I am
happy now. Here, don this." And he placed a wreath of soft leaves on my
head like the one he wore. The phallus began darting around my feet and
legs and wrapped about my waist and pulled me to him. Although his skin
was moist and hot, I could hear no heart beating beneath the skin of his
chest. With a lunge, he toppled us over the side of the pond and we
began falling through the water for several long minutes, traveling at
an incredible speed as the result of his powerful strokes. I was not
frightened because I knew I was safe in the arms of this supernatural
creature.

The darkness began to fade and a pale light grew stronger below us. The
man flew with me across green tiled floors bearing drawings of strange
beings and animals; past crumbling columns, through a large square in
the middle of the floor into a gigantic chamber, so huge I could not see
where it ended nor how far up the ceiling went. Placed in the center of
the room was a pyramid and my master flew with me to the top. There was
a raised dais there and he laid me down upon it. Gently, he placed his
massive bulk over me and he put the back of one of his hands behind my
head.

Smiling, he thought: "I am Janu and have waited long for you. You are
not your father's child but one of royalty from the planet Xidan,
brought here by an enemy of your original parent. You were found a short
distance away by a shepherd and adopted by your father. It was
fore-ordained that you should be mine. Millions of years ago it was
predicted of your coming here, 'The One Who Is Yet to Come.'"

I felt his penis creeping up the inside of my leg and it began kissing
my opening, and then it gained entrance and loved me deeper. I felt no
pain and I realized that through some powers of his own, Janu had
reduced his monstrous organ to accommodate me, who was then a virgin.
Then Janu began to move his hips in a steady rhythm and his insistent
gestures became more frenzied and suddenly his thoughts were gasping,
almost sobbing.

And then I felt my internal self become drenched in a marvelous balm
that soothed me but wanted more of it. Janu complied with my new-found
desire and many more times did he issue forth that magical elixir that
made me want to never leave him. Finally, he raised himself away from me
and his organ resumed its natural dimensions; it wrapped around me and
pulled me against Janu's chest. And he swam with me up to the surface
and out of the pond.

"No matter where you go," he thought, slipping back into the water, "I
will be there. No matter where you try to hide. I will be there. So
farewell . . . for now."

Thus began my fervid courtship by Janu.

3.
He came regularly, almost nightly into my room off campus. He enjoyed
surprising me so that I never knew what hour he would be there. I could
be engrossed in my studies when suddenly something would wrap around my
neck. It would be Janu's phallus and he would laugh at my fright. And
then, he would carry me to bed, which was much too small for him and he
would straddle it and he would begin to enter me . . . again . . . and
again until I would nearly faint from exhaustion and from the lunatic
desire for more of his penis. But just when I would beg him to stay in
and to not draw out, he would vanish . . . like the picture on a
television screen after you have turned it off.

This went on for several months and I knew that it would have to end. My
physical health was deteriorating, my studies were suffering and I found
myself thinking of nothing but penises. They became my obsession. It
came to the point that I sought sex by day, not able to wait for Janu.
But, to my horror, I discovered that men I balled with during daylight
would eventually end up dead. A biology student who spent several hours
in my bedroom was found on the side of a highway the next morning:
victim of a hit-and-run accident, the newspaper said. A football player
ended up a heap of crumpled bones and flesh at the bottom of an elevator
shaft. I began to avoid any contact with males of any type. I did not
want a kiss from me to send them to their young graves.

I tried moving and hiding in a large mansion on the outskirts of The
City. I should have known better. The first night in my new quarters,
just when I was preparing to sleep, Janu boomed into my room, his
phallus lashing around him furiously . . . it swept over to my bed and
pulled me through the air. Janu caught me in his powerful arms and then
he began to rape me, with his penis flashing in and out of me like an
automotive piston. Faster he penetrated me and his movements did not
slow as the night wore on. Suddenly, he vanished and left me sobbing and
frustrated on my narrow cot. He did not visit me for a month and all I
could think of was his return so that he could take me, in a way no man
would ever be able to do.

I managed to keep up with my studies and soon my fever for him abated
only to return when he returned one night. I looked up from my desk and
he was standing there, watching me tenderly. His organ stretched out and
pulled me gently to my master and he carried me to bed. He was very
quiet . . . and sweet, kissing me softly, something he had never done
before. His huge eyes, so golden and glowing, were wet.

"What do you want from me, Janu?" I whispered. "What are you trying to
do to me? I cannot keep living like this."

He touched his mouth to my throat and then raised his head and looked at
me. I felt his penis creeping up my leg, spreading fire that shot up
into me.

"I want to move all thoughts out of your mind so that you will think
only of Janu. You want to study and learn and that will only create a
barrier between us. I cannot allow that. I am going to rid you of that
desire. There can be no one and nothing but Janu in your life."

And the room trembled with his powerful pelvic thrusts as he sought to
rid me of my earthly desire — to learn.

4.
My thirst for knowledge could not be so easily quenched by the power of
lust, however, and although I quit my classes, I still haunted the
library. I searched through all those volumes that year for any
information I could find on Janu.

Through moldering, worm-eaten tomes to new smelling volumes, my quest
grew almost as feverish as my anticipation, mixed with fear, of seeing
Janu again.

And finally I found what I sought. It was an English translation of the
extraordinary Zharbhxcizt, believed to have been written by the Mayans
and later translated by the enigmatic Comte de Jacombzch, a ghoul and
prophet who lived in the Black Forest of Germany in the eighteenth
century. I turned the pages very carefully for several hours and learned
this . . .

In the age before time began on Earth, there evolved a battle between
Janu, king of darkness, and Jozna, god of light, that was waged for
untold years. The universe resounded and shuddered from this titanic
battle fought under roiling crests of ocean waves and up above the red
clouds. There was no winner in this struggle and the two had to finally
part from each other in mutual defeat. Their magic was considerably
dimmed as the Gods of Greece replaced them in the pantheon of deities.
The object of the furious war between Janu and Jozna was over who would
possess the One Who Was Yet to Come.

I read further in that ominous book for more information on the briefly
mentioned Jozna. At the back of Zharbhxcizt, the Comte de Jacombzch
listed all of the pre-world gods, in-cluding Janu. And for Jozna, he
made this startling statement " . . . believed to have been the bastard
brother of Janu. The power of Jozna was much less than that of his
war-like kin but he was more dearly beloved than any of the other
immortals during that elusive age."

His brother! I had to read this small smattering of facts over several
times but was afraid to put it down in my notebook. Janu would find it.
But then if he were still dwelling upon Earth, then perhaps his brother
was, too.

* * *

I went to the seashore, a mile away from the library, that afternoon.
There was no one about for the day was a gray one. I chose an isolated
section of sand and spread my overcoat and lay down upon it. Then I
thought of what I had uncovered there in the library.

I must have slept for perhaps an hour when I opened my eyes and saw a
strange man studying me — a magnificent, beautiful man, all gold and
silver with eyes so light blue they looked like spotlights trying to see
my soul. He stood there naked above me and I saw his penis writhing and
curling around his wrist.

"You . . . " he whispered and sank down beside me. "I thought it would
never happen. I have been here at this place for centuries waiting for
you . . . "

"Are you . . . ?"

"Yes, yes," he laughed happily. "I am Jozna and was once the god of
light. But now, my power, like that of my brother, has failed to a great
degree. Other gods have long replaced us." Somehow I found my head
against that massive chest and I was sobbing out my torment at the hands
of his brother.

"Can you help me?" I cried. "I am possessed by him . . . yet, I would do
anything to escape." But my silent thought was: Would I? — would I
really have the courage to give up such a monster lover as Janu who
tormented, yet fascinated me with his brutality, and then with his
unexpected quirks of gentleness.

His brother pulled me close to him and I felt his phallus stroking my
cheeks and neck.

"There is nothing I can do . . . except to fight him for possession of
you. We did this a long, long time ago. No one won because you had not
come yet. This time it will be very quick and very quiet. This time
there must be a victor."

He began kissing me and quickly removed my clothes, laying me back on
top my coat. Although he was as large as his darker relative, he was
much more gentle and his penis, instead of teasing and tormenting me,
went quietly and directly into me and he kept it there while turning it
around hungrily, exploring every part of me internally. While his hips
gyrated faster, he continued to kiss my eyes, my ears and finally my
mouth and his tongue sliding down my throat felt like a bolt of
lightning, illuminating my inner visions of him and Janu to an
in-credible degree. I felt his tremendous organ swell larger and then
felt it pulsating as it shot forth love for several minutes. But he did
not withdraw after that tumultuous orgasm, nor after the countless other
times that afternoon on the beach.

"There is more," he would whisper each time, "much more."

It was dark before he finished and then he pulled out of me quickly.

"Darkness is when Janu roams about . . . I must leave you," he said
sadly.

"How can I see you again?"

"Here . . . come back tomorrow and I will be waiting . . . as I have
through the centuries. Put this on . . . no one but you can take it
off." He put a ring of pure silver around my second finger. "It is a
sacred ring of the Sun and it means that you and I are friends. After
Janu and I meet tomorrow, I hope that we will become much more than
friends. Janu loves you, too, but if you become his companion, you will
have to totally efface yourself."

"I will come back tomorrow . . . before you and Janu come together."

"You must," said Jozna as he waded back, and then disappeared, into the
green, winterish ocean.

* * *

I knew that Janu knew when I returned to my house. Furniture was smashed
against the walls, my books were ripped and torn apart, the windows were
smashed and snakes and rats slithered and crawled around the floor. He
stood there in the middle of the floor, a dark giant with his fists on
his hips, his eyes like headlights of a truck and his penis lashing
around him, snapping at the floor, like a bull whip.

"So," he thought quietly, "he has found you, eh? My brother has had you
and now he is trying to become part of you. Come. Get on the bed. I must
have you now. Do not worry, I will not harm, but I must show you who is
lord and master in your life . . . "

"Get rid of those horrible snakes and rats, Janu . . . they frighten me
. . . "

He laughed at that but those vile creatures were gone instantly and all
of my destroyed property, books and furniture and other belongings were
instantly restored to their former state, intact.

Janu moved toward me and held something between his long fingers.

"Put this on," he said. "Since you wear the ring of the Sun from my
brother, so you must wear the ring of Night from Janu." He slipped the
circle of glimmering ebony around the second finger of my other hand.
"After tomorrow night, one of these must come off."

I backed away from him and he watched me, amused.

"Janu, I do not hate you. I fear you for you want everything from me. I
cannot become part of you. Let me have something of my own."

He shook his head, grinning, and his penis shot out and wrapped around
my stomach and jerked me up against my dark master.

"No, you must be totally of me. Nothing apart."

Soothingly his organ had been stroking my thighs but then it shot like a
serpent up my hole so quickly I screamed.

He began taking me, so deeply and completely that I went into a near
trance. His great hips rose and lunged, thrust and dug away into me but
as the hours passed, he did not stop once nor say anything except, "Can
your golden Jozna make you feel as I can?"

"No," I gasped, "he is more . . . gentle, Janu, he is . . . "

"You like it gentle . . . or like that!" and he pushed himself viciously
into me and although I screamed he had succeeded in turning me into a
human motor that was wanting to go faster.

"Oh, God, Janu, don't stop now. Keep doing it . . . do it harder . . . "

But as I shrieked those words, he was gone, planning his disappearance
diabolically.

* * *

Later that morning, I found his message on my bathroom mirror. The words
were scrawled in greenish-tinted sperm and they directed me to come to
this hotel room — "to await the one who is victorious."

* * *

Jozna was waiting for me — glowing like a metal sculpture under the dim
sun. We said nothing and he loved me all day. Tenderly, thoughtfully, he
plunged my depths until I was in a stupor and I felt both he and I were
falling — falling into water and finally rested within a crystal bubble
at the bottom of the ocean. He entered me and stayed there constantly
and he whispered, "When you and I are together at last, we will live
here, in my home . . . "

He took me back to the shore for it was growing late. Embracing me, he
gave me the same directions as Janu: "There is going to be a battle
within a few hours. You must wait in room 10001 at the hotel. It is a
chamber that my brother and I have chosen as the place of betrothal.
After tonight . . . "

"One of you . . . " I began.

"Will come for you . . . for better or for worse."

* * *

And so I sit here at my table, tearing some of the hard, unsalted bread
apart with my fingers: I think of Janu, so dark, brutal, but in some
terrible way, fascinating. And I think of Jozna, like an angel, yet
powerful, like a child, yet like a wise old man. Being loved by Janu was
like being in the midst of a hurricane; with Jozna, I felt bathed by
butterflies, cool water, warm sunlight . . . a splash of gold on my
soul. The candle light flickers and it seems that the colored shadows
flicker upon one particular passage on the page of poetry . . .

"Halts by me that footfall:
Is my gloom after all,
Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?
Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,
I am He Whom thou seekest! . . ."

Something is moving about in this isolated hotel; I can hear nothing but
I can sense it, the presence of another one. There! There it is, the
soft closing of the elevator door and . . .

Footsteps . . . they're moving towards my room. I glide away from my
chair and back up against the wall, trembling . . .

Someone now stands in front of my door; I can hear the heavy panting of
hard breathing; the door opens . . .

And I can see who stands outside now, hesitating, now he moves swiftly
toward me, his arms outstretched and . . .

"You!" I whisper . . . joyously . . .

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