Unforgiven

Author\'s Note: Thanks for the review(s)! Another chapter heavily weaved with Chris. I hope you like it anyway. The next chapter shoudl be more Desmond and Andre centered.

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\"Now, now. That\'s no way to treat a customer.\"

Chris swiftly moved at strong hand up to his neck and sheathed the knife blade with his fingers. He turned to face his attacker, pulling the knife away from the soft flesh of his throat with a slight twist. There was a soft gasp of pain and recognition as Chris let the knife drop point first into the splintery wooden planks below his feet.

\"I- I didn\'t know that was you, Chris. I wasn\'t expecting . . .\"

The softly spoken words trailed off as shimmering hazel eyes looked up in iridescent gray ones. Chris smiled the corner of his mouth turning up recklessly, his eyes blazing with a flash of desire as he noticee fae faint blush flowing across tanned cheekbones. He brushed his fingers across a delicate jawline causing his former assailant to shiver slightly.

\"Funny, I always thought you liked surprises.\"

Chris\'s voice flowed smoothly and almost tauntingly through the air. He turned abruptly and gestured towards the door.

\"Why don\'t we go inside and discuss our.\" Here he paused suggestively, his gray eyes flashing wickedly. \"Buss.\"s.\"

With almost imperceptible laugh that would\'ve sent chills up anyone\'s spine, he entered the house his gaze burning hot on the back of his host\'s body.

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\"So you want me to get rid of this for you?\" The beautiful boy asked softly, the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling casting shadows across his high delicate cheekbones.

His tanned long slender fingers caressed the butt of the gun longingly, almost suggestively. He laid it gently in the middle of rickety round table and looked over at Chris an unspoken question in his hazel eyes. He licked his full slightly bruised lips almost unconsciously, the want that coursed through his body very visible in his gaze.

\"I do.\" Chris replied silkily, as a voracious smirk crossed his features.

\"The usual rate, I assume?\"

\"Yes.\" The boy breathed softly, leaning into the table.

Chris gazed at the beautiful boy, at his slim muscles that gleamed through the netting of the wife beater he wore and the soft curl of his golden brown hair set off by his dark golden skin. He smiled ravenously and in a few swift movements had the boy pinned to the floor by his large muscular frame. Chris looked down into the hazel dilated depths beneath him and roughly kissed the boy\'s already bruised lips hungrily.

\"Tell me you want it, Damion.\" Chris murmured as the boy arched his body up into his with a moan.

Through rapid breaths the boy managed to gasp. \"I want it, I want it. Give it to me Chris, just give it to me.\"

With an aroused moan of his own Chris tore Damion\'s pants down to his slender ankles and shoved the boy\'s shirt up and over his head, kissing down the down the boys chest sometimes nipping and biting leaving soft red marks. Damion gasped and moaned with the combination of pain and pleasure gripping Chris wherever he could reach as Chris moved to straddle his arching body.

Chris tore off his own shirt revealing a fully toned chest and abs, he lowered himself closer to Damion\'s erect and throbbing member, brushing it slightly with his chest, eliciting a moan from the boy. Chris stroked its length with his fingers softly, before kissing Damion roughly once more. He caressed the boy\'s chest with one hand while licking and biting Damion\'s small hard nipples. Chris moved down the center of the boy\'s chest, tantalizingly nipping and stopping at Damion\'s navel to dip his tongue into the round shallow opening. He looked up to gaze at Damion who was writhing in pleasure underneath him. Chris smiled at his complete control over the boy\'s body, feeling aroused heat course through his own. This was what fulfilled him to the most. Chris tore off the rest his clothes almost violently, as his aching erection pressed against the taut fabric of his jeans. He stood standing over the boy, the single light bulb making his naked skin glow. Damion panted on the ground below him, droplets of pre-cum leaking out of his throbbing member.

\"Oh, please, just do it, please.\" Da man managed to gasp out, siting up to pull Chris towards him.

Chris pressed their naked bodies together roughly, feeling his hardness pressing against Damion\'s body, as he nibbled and caressed across the boy\'s shoulders and neck.

\"Not yet.\" He whispered into Damion\'s ear as he bit it softly.

Chris pressed the boy back onto the floor tasting and licking Damion\'s soft taut skin all the way to his navel and back up again, until the boy was writhing with pleasure underneath him once more. He slid a hand down to softly touch and caress the boy\'s member, moving up and down its length with practiced fingers. Damion moaned arching his hips upwards as Chris began to stroke the full length of his erection firmly.

Smiling, the heat of Damion\'s imminent ejaculation exhilarating him, Chris quickly helped the boy reach his climax. Deftly using the boy\'s warm sticky cum as a lubricant, he flipped the boy over straddling Damion roughly he spread the boy\'s cheeks and entered him with a harsh thrust that made Damion scream into the floor with pleasure and pain. Chris gripped the boy\'s hips, moaning with the pleasure the warm encasement of Damion\'s body gave him. Throwing his head back Chris began to move in him faster and harder, gripping the boy\'s hips harshly in his hands, until they were both vocal in their pleasure. Damion screamed in orgasm as his body hit the floor, sliding slightly on his cum. With a final gasp Chris reached his own climax, eyes shut, surprised to see the face of Emi floating before his eyes. Startled yet satiated, Chris disentangled himself from Damion, stood up and moved to the back of the house where he knew there was a shower, leaving the boy, naked and panting with exhaustion on the floor.

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Andre shivered slightly on the couch reaching for Desmond\'s body, only to open his eyes blearily to see that Desmond was no longer there. Andre sat up and looked around the apartment only to be hit by the smell of bacon frying and the sound of a shower going. Andre blinked sleepily for moment, only to have the events of the night before rush to the forefront of his mind. A deep crimson blush covered his face as he remembered his boldness of the night before. Andre fell back onto the couch covering his face with his hands, a broad grin creeping across his features.

\"Hey, Andre. You awake?\" Desmond called from the bathroom.

Andre sat up quickly. \"Barely. I\'m starving though.\"

Desmond made his entrance from the bathroom, dripping water, and only covered by what looked like an oversized washcloth wrapped around his waist.

\"How does cold pizza and bacon sound?\" He grinned at Andre, ruffling his hair in an attempt to help dry it.

\"Uh.\" Andre licked his suddenly dry lips and swallowed nervously.

\"That\'d be great.\" He finally managed to say, trying not to stare. No matter how few or how many clothes Desmond wore he looked sexy, although e hae had to admit the washcloth turned bath towel was certainly one of his favorites.

Desmond smiled. \"Great. I\'ll be ready in a minute. Go ahead and help yourself.\"

Andre stood up and grabbed his pants from the floor, a goofy grin flickering across his features as he made his way towards the kitchen table.

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Chris sighed mournfully as he watched his prized and beautiful motorcycle plunge into the dirty depths of the river. He abruptly turned his back on the sight and walked briskly into the warehouse beside the dock. He had some more information and papers that needed revising before he was completely rid of anything that might connect him to the crime. Then and only then would he be able to think about his inexplicable feelings for Emi that continued to surface along with a vague sense of guilt.

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Andre walked home his hands in the pockets of his usual baggy jeans, his back slightly hunch against the crisp fall wind that blew at his back. He shivered slightly, speeding up his pace, looking down at the ground, as was his usual habit, although this time it served to mask the large grin he couldn\'t seem to wipe off his face. He thought back to breakfast with Desmond and the kiss they had shared at the door before he left. Their bodies had melted into one another, like two matching puzzle pieces. Andre licked his lips still tasting Desmond on them. He looked up with a happy sigh and smiled. Andre gazed towards the end of the street where his house was and felt his happy smile sliding off his face as he broke into a run.

When he burst into the house the police officers where just leaving, one of the officers gave him a light pat on the back murmuring something that sounded like, \"I\'m sorry, for your loss.\"

\"Mom?\" Andre called out as he walked the rest of the way into the house.

He was greeted by silence, he forced himself to swallow the panic that was beginning to rise in his body as he rushed from room to room, until he finally found his mother sitting in his father\'s seldom used chair at the head of their elaborate mahogany dining table. Her face was pale and set, as she stared into the space before her, gripping a handkerchief in one hand and a brandy glass in the other. Andre walked over to her and gently pried both from her fingers, placing them on a silver decanter tray over to the side of the room.

\"Mom,\" He said gently, frightened by her state. \"Mom. What\'s wrong? What happened?\"

She turned her head to slowly look up at him, her pale blue eye expressionless in her shock.

\"Your father.\"

\"My father, what?\" Andre demanded. \"What has he done now?\"

\"He\'s dead.\" She said plainly. \"Murdered.\"

She balled her hand into a fist and stuffed it into her mouth as she began to shake with hysteria. Andre pulled a chair close to her and held her tightly until she leaned into to him, sobbing.

\"Sh-h-h, It\'ll be all right.\" Andre gently stroked the short fine brown lengths of his mother\'s hair, comforting her as she used to comfort him.

He stared out at the wall, feeling anger at what his father had done to his mother once again. There was no doubt in his mind that his father had gotten what he deserved. Andre bit his lower lip, jutting his chin out in determination, ignoring the prickle of his eyes that seemed resolved to leak salty tears.