Unforgiven

He looked down into Ands ses sensuous midnight eyes shining with all the stars of the midnight sky. His arms pulled his friend\'s toned body towards his own and he could feel Andre\'s warmth seep into his skin. He inhaled the mixture of scents that swirled deliciously up from Andre\'s body. He felt as if he were burning with the heat that rushed through his body at the touch of the boy\'s hand on his cheek. He looked down into those trusting eyes and brushed a finger against those temptingly full lips. He marveled at soft they were, as Andre parted them in response to his touch, and he tilted his head downwards slightly to touch their softness with his own lips. He felt Andre\'s arms move upwards and caress his back, simultaneously rising upwards to meet him. Their lips met in building passion as they clung to each other firmly. His tongue darheatheatedly into the warmth of Andre\'s mouth, savoring its vanilla taste. His hands scooted up under Andre\'s shirt, breaking their kiss to pull it slowly and teasingly off. For a moment he stood there staring at how beautiful his friend looked. Andre\'s dark, baggy jeans hung low and loose off the boy\'s slender hips. His pale skin looked soft and inviting, beckoning his touch on the well-developed muscles of his chest and torso. Almost breathless he moved close once more pressing Andre onto the bed with the pressure of his kiss and undid the fastenings of his friend\'s pants at the same time. He began to gently pull them off savoring the feel of Andre\'s almost naked body against his, kissing passionately down his bare chest.

BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEEP!

\"Whaa . . . ?\"

Desmond fell out of his bed, hopelessly entangled in the sheets, and hit the linoleum with a thud.

\"Fuck.\" He groaned and opened his eyes, blinkingly, to the bright morning light.

Desmond sighed, struggling out of his cocoon, to see his brother standing over him with a large coffee mug. The handsome brown haired man was laughing so hard, Desmond could\'ve sworn he was crying.

\"Oh shit, Des! That was abso-fucking-larious!\"

Desmond narrowed his eyes at his older brother.

\"Yeah. Yeah. Laugh it up. We\'ll see who laughs last. Just wait till you laugh too hard and hot coffee comes out your nose.\"

He stood up trying to pull the few shreds of dignity he had left around himself and stalked off to the bathroom.

Chris grinned good-naturedly, shaking his head slightly and walked back into the kitchen.

--

\"TADA! Whad\'dya think?\"

Emi burst out of Andre\'s bathroom and spun around for him to look at her outfit. Andre rose an eyebrow.

\"Are you sure t's a's a dress? It looks more like one of my mother\'s sheer scarves.\"

Emi glared at him, standing with her hands on her hips.

\"So that\'s a \"no\"?\"

Andre laughed.

\"Yeah, I think so. You don\'t want the poor guy to keel over on the first date.\"

She sighed slightly looking down at herself and bit her lip, a habit she had acquired from Andre. She slumped down on the bed beside him.

\"I know. It\'s just that I want to look nice for this guy. I think that we could maybe have somethineciaecial. I\'ve never connected so well with someone the way I did with him.\"

She looked down at her fingernails.

\"Not to mention that he\'s gorgeous. Tall, dreamy and mmmm.. . . . has the body of the sexiest male model.\"

\"Easy there, sweetie.\" Andre grinned at his friend.

\"Okay, so I might need some help dressing for him.\"

She pouted up at him. \"Help me, Puuuuuhhleaseeee.\"

Emi gave him the cute \"puppy dog\" look with her light aquamarine eyes.

Andre laughed. \"Oh all right. Just as long as we get you off and ready before I have to leave.\"

\"Ooooo.\" Emi glanced at him teasingly.

\"Going out with lover boy?\"

Andre turned bright pink and got up from the bed, turning his back on her.

\"Yes, well sort of. Desmond and I are hanging out tonight at his place.\"

He turned around a sad look in his eyes. \"Besides. We\'re not lovers. And things have been weird between us since he rescued me. I don\'t understand it, Emi.\"

His dark blue eyes shone with suppressed tears and Emi jumped up from the bed to hug him.

\"Honey. I\'m sorry. I know how much you like him.\"

She patted his back soothingly and was startled to feel a teardrop land on her forehead.

\"I just love him so much and he doesn\'t even know. And now it\'s like he doesn\'t even care about me anymore.\" Andre barely managed to choke out the words, hopeless tears running down his face.

\"If I could I\'d end my life right here and now, but I can\'t. Because how could I live without ever seeing him again?\"

--

Desmond walked up the steps, his arms full of groceries. He felt oddly elated that he and Andre were going to be spending an evening together. Maybe tonight he would finally be able to reveal his true feelings to Andre. Andre had been so distance from him lately, but Desmond knew that he wouldn\'t be able to stand all the bottled up feelings within him anymore. Andre needed to know and e loe lost his very best friend over it, then so be it. It was killing him dreaming of being with him every night and not being able to get near Andre during the day.

Desmond crested the top of the steps and managed with some juggling of bags to get the door open. He walked into the kitchen and set the bags down on the table, only to be hit by an over powering smell of cologne. He reeled backward holding his nose.

\"Dammit, Chris. How much cologne are you going to put on?\" His green eyes watered he stared at his brother.

\"And where on earth did you get those clothes?\" He asked as Chris walked jauntily into the room.

Chris wore a pair of well fitting dark blue jeans, a tight white shirt, and a brown suede jacket. His soft brown hair was attractively combed back and was naturally wavy. His light gray eyes sparkled mischievously and he smiled charmingly at Desmond.

\"Got a hot date tonight with the sweetest piece of sugar you\'ve ever seen. And you wouldn\'t believe the size of the knockers on that girl.\"

Desmond rolled his eyes disgustedly at his brother.

\"I thought you had business to take care of tonight.\"

\"I do.\"

\"But I thought?\" Desmond looked at his brother unbelievingly.

Chris shrugged. \"So?\"

\"She\'s part of my front, in case anyone comes snooping around and asking questions. Besides I figure that I\'ve got time for a decent dinner and some hot action before I leave her.\"

\"So you\'re just using some poor girl as your alibi?\"

\"You make it sound so bad. It\'s not like I don\'t genuinely like her or anything. She\'s one red hot girl, but that\'s just the way it is.\"

--

Andre smiled at Emi as she stood almost shyly in front of him.

\"You look absolutely stunning. You\'re going to knock his socks off.\"

She smiled happily at him, surveying herself in the mirror of her very blue room.

Her white blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, a few strands of hair curling around her face, she wveryvery little makeup and her eyes shone like stars. She had on a pair of tight low-rise jeans, a black low cut sweater and high strappy black sandals.

Andre went over and hugged his friend.

\"You\'ll have a great time, I promise.\"

\"Thanks.\" She turned around and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

\"Now you go off and get ready for you evening with Desmond. And remember what I told you. Be honest and tell him how you feel. You might be surprised at his response.\"

Emi smiled and gave him a gentle push. \"Hurry now. I know how long it takes you to get ready.\"

\"All right. Have a wonderful time and tell me all about it tomorrow.\" He gave her a hug and left.

--

Desmond rushed around his apartment; glad his brother had finally left to pick up his date. He couldn\'t help but feel sorry for the poor girl, who ever she was. Knowing his brother though, Chris would some how manage to pull it off with mad kinky sex and a second date.

He went into the bathroom to make sure his hair was dry and looked all right, before rushing back to the kitchen to check the instructions on the box of the pizza he was making. He peeked into the oven, burning his hand in the process and stopping shortly to run cold water over it.

The buzzer clanged annoyingly and he pushed the button to open the downstairs door.

\"Come on up.\"

Andre pushed open the door and began the climb up to Desmond\'s apartment, running over and over in his mind what he was going to say.

He arrived at the door to Desmond\'s apartment and stood there for a few moments, nervously, his skin going clammy and cold. He finally knocked and the door swung open at his touch. Andre nearly fainted at the sight that greeted him. Desmond stood in the kitchen wearing only a pair of worn low slung jeans holding a steaming pepperoni pizza.

Desmond put the pizza down realizing that someone had come in. He turned to see Andre and soft blush staining his cheeks.

\"Andre! You\'re early.\"

To his embarrassment Desmond found himself blushing under Andre\'s gaze.

\"Umm.I\'ll go put a shirt on and be right back. Make yourself at home. I think [I] Desperado [/I] is about to come on, so you might want to go ahead and turn on the TV.\"

Desmond hastily disappeared from Andre\'s sight. Leaving him standing there with the vision of Desmond\'s lithe, muscular body shining before his eyes.