Unforgiven

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Andre shivered despite the weighted silk material of the suit that rested heavily on his body. The fine black fabric did little to ease the numerous ascending chills that slithered up his spine. The air around him seemed to hang heavy with sorrow that pervaded the entire house. Death and sadness came together to make the normally luminous mansion gray and gloomy. Andre himself was a myriad of feelings that swirled like a furious hurricane within the pale trembling vessel that was his body. Hatred and anger bubbled to the surface, only to be replaced by loneliness and sadness, then once again whisawayaway by confusion and anxiety.

Andre straightened his black silk tie with shaking fingers, feeling as if the high white collar of his shirt would strangle him. Forcing his hands away from the soft sensitive skin of his neck that was already beginning to turn red, Andre brushed his hand along the length of his suit jacket and surveyed himself in the mirror. The iridescent dark material of his suit made his fair skin appear even paler than usual. His large blue eyes stood out starkly in his tired face, they were luminous with unbidden tears and shimmered softly in the gray light. His eyes were exquisitely framed by thick gently curled lashes, naturally sooty and black. In this moment it was obvious that Andre’s face was primarily devoid of any so-called masculinity. He lacked the strong features that had made his father’s face handsome and commanding. Andre’s nose was delicate and slender, his cheekbones like fine china, and his chin ever so gently curved. His stared at the figure he made in the mirror and almost chocked on the bitter laughter that rose in his throat. There were no words to describe his features but pretty. It was no small wonder that his father had remained distant and cold, not wanting to involve himself with his son that so eagerly yearned for approval. The last time Andre could remember speaking to his father was at his high school graduation, and it had been over two years ago.

Andre looked down to see his hands clenched into fists by his side as the ever present resentment towards his father bubbled into anger. Anger that so reminded him of his younger self, the shy slender young boy he had once been. A small trembling pale boy full of more anger than had met the eye. Desmond had been the only person that had seen through the “sissy-bookworm” shell and into the hurting and very angry young boy so anxiously waiting for any sign of approval from his father. Not even Emi had completely understood, she had always been there for him, yet could never comprehend that kind of hurt. Her innocent mind had been full of boys, clothes, and push-up bras. Still she had thrown all her popularity away in one night, just to come to his side when he needed her the most. She had helped him come to terms with his growing realization of his homosexuality and with his attraction to the one boy that had accepted him, who had dared to look past what everyone else saw.

It had taken a few years for him to be fully comfortable with his feelings for other men, especially Desmond. Desmond, Andre smiled, the one ray of happiness in his life. Andre let his distraught mind drift back in time to the day he had first met Desmond. It had been a particularly awful day and he had taken flight from a group of boys that obviously had him out numbered. He had just rounded the corner of a school building, the blood thumping in his ears and his breath coming in sharp rasps as he sagged against the wall breathlessly. Andre had been so intent on escaping his pursuers that he hadn’t noticed the tall well built blonde boy leaning against the brick wall calmly surveying him as he took a last puff of his joint. He hadn’t even noticed the pungent smell of marijuana in the air, more out of innocence than anything else.

Andre felt his hands relax at his sides, letting himself fully slide into the precious memory.

“Running away from your problems isn’t going to solve anything.” The blonde haired boy said, grinding the last remains of his illegal activities into the gravely dirt with the crumbling sole of his sneaker.

“Wahh…?” Andre said spinning around in surprise.

“Well?” The blonde said with a shrug, tossing his tousled baout out of his eyes with an abrupt motion of his head.

Andre folded his arms across his chest, defiantly glaring at the boy through the long strands of ebony hair that clung to his sweaty face.

“What do you want?”

“You can call me Desmond.” The boy said, almost good naturedly, a faint sign of amusement in his voice.

“Besides, you were the one who interrupted me.” Desmond said, raising an eyebrow and looking the perfect part of his bad boy persona.

A loud clanging noise filled the air as the school bell rang.

Andre looked anxiously around the side of the building, debating on whether or not to go to class. He couldn’t affordbe lbe late for another class, his tardies were beginning to pile up once again.

“I doubt they’re looking for you now.” Desmond commented casually, before disappearing around the other side of the building.

That meeting had been the beginning of a rare and deep friendship that deepened into the love that Andre and Desmond had finally professed for one another.

Andre took a deep breath and closed his eyes, steeling himself to walk down the stairs and into main part of the large house where throngs of relatives, businessmen and their wives, neighbors, and friends milled, drinking champagne in elegant glasses and snacking on expensive hors devours.

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Desmond hung up the hideous sea foam green phone that resided on his wall, his normally handsome features contorted into a gruesome mask of fury. Trying to control his shaking hands Desmond clenched them into tight fists that made his knuckles turn white. He ground his jaw and stared at the wall as if it were the object of his fury before shaking his head slightly and relaxing his body. Now was not the time to be angry nor was it the time for revenge, all that would come later. Whoever had hurt his precious Andre would pay and they would pay in blood. For Andre Desmond was prepared to fully break his oath. It was time for him to reconnect to the street, he was sure the police had nothing, it was all up to him to mete out the justice that was due. Nobody, hurt those that he loved, nobody. Desmond felt a great calm come over him as he gazed down at the tattered linoleum below his feet. He had given up all his old ways for Andre and now for Andre he had to take them up again.

Andre, Desmond thought longingly, he knew how much his lover would hurting at this moment. Pushing his murderous thoughts aside for the moment, Desmond headed for his shower. Andre needed him right now and for this moment in time thas als all that mattered.

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Emi glanced up the impressive stairs that graced Andre’s immense house in time to see her friend finally immerge from his room. She smiled tentatively and walked to the base of the stairs to meet him as he came down them.

“Hi.” She said, gazing up at him.

“Hi.” Andre voiced softly in reply.

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry.” Emi said, flinging her arms around him and hugging him tightly against her bosom.

He smiled crookedly as they separated, “No big loss really.” His words were tinwithwith a bitterness that Emi had no answer to.

She sighed slightly.

“Your mother’s over there, she’s been asking for you.”

“Thanks, Emi.” Andre kissed her lightly on the cheek before moving in the direction Emi had indicated.

She watched him sadly, knowing how little she comprehended his pain. She cast a look at the door hopefully and sighed when there was no sign of anyone.

“I just hope he gets here soon.” She muttereder her her breath, before moving to mingle with some handsome older men that had worked with Andre’s father.


Andre held his mother’s hand gently as she gazed almost absently at him, before turning back to accept the condolences of yet another family friend. Andre was caught up in a discussion with his mother’s sister, his attention entirely focused.

“It’s for her own good, I really think she just needs to get away for a while. She doesn’t necessarily need a clinic, shuld uld stay with my family for however long she requires to recover.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Was all that Andre could reply, he turned his head to look at his mother. There were large dark circles underneath her eyes and her eyes were glassy and vacant.

Andre turned back to his aunt and nodded. “ If you think it will help…?”

“I do.”

“Then I suppose I agree, I’ll just miss having her around.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage, you young people always bounce back from things like these. Its us older folks you have to watch out for.”

Andre managed a smile, that he hoped she took for agreement.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment?”

“Of course, Andre.” His aunt, not unkindly, gave him a brief hug and left.

Andre turned towards his mother a look of concern on his pale features.

“I’m fine, go ahead, get something to eat. I’ll be fine here. You could use a break.” She murmured to him in a soft voice.

With a smile Andrressressed her hand and gave a her a gentle kiss on the cheek, before moving to stand up. He needed to get away from all the people, all pre pretense. It was driving him mad, he didn’t know how much longer he could take all of it.

He turned at a soft sound or maybe it was just an instinct of the heart, but there was Desmond leaning roguishly against a door frame hidden in the shadow cast by the large stairs. His hair hung in his eyes as always and looked slightly damp as if he had come in from the rain. His white collared shirt hung partially open and daringly showed tantalizing glimpses of his upper chest. Andre found himself quite unable to quit staring at his friend as he walked towards Desmond. He felt his heart rate speeding up, he could feel his heart thumping in his chest and a heated blush rise to his cheeks.

“Andre…Is there..?” Desmond’s words were cut off as Andre merely leaned closely in to his lover and kissed him deeply on the lips as if he were trying to drown out all his pain with one kiss.

Desmond wrapped his arms around Andre gathering tightightly to his body.

“I love you..” He whispered softly in Andre’s ear as he broke off their exhilarating kiss.

Andre allowed himself to be nestled in the warm ace ace of Desmond’s arms and rested his head against his lover’s chest. He fit in Desmond’s arms as if he were simply another part of his lover’s body. They melded together perfectly. Like two halves of one soul.

“Make love to me.” Andre murmured softly into Desmond’s shirt.

“What!?” Desmond exclaimed releasing his hold on his lover.

“Please..” Andre said looking up at Desmond plaintively, a sad expression in his large blue eyes.

“Here? Now? At your..” Desmond trailed off nervously.

“Yes.” Andre answered firmly and grabbed his lover by the hand.

He turned pulling Desmond behind him as he entered a smaller door that led to the back stairs of the house.

He turned back for moment to look at Desmond and kissed him fiercely on the lips, a primal fire burning in his dark eyes.

“Follow me.”