Forbidden Memories

He\'d been about to speak, but the tongue that invaded his mouth shut him up pretty quick. The boy swallowed, before returning the kiss with vigor, suckling on that tongue and eyes slipped shut, hands moving around to rest on KC\'s shoulders. \"No...I...\" He knew what the man meant. And with his head resting on the silk pillows he whimpered a little. Truth be told, there wasn\'t *anyone* whose arms he returned to after being with other people, because to everyone else, the other people were the other people. There was, well, Cyn. And Then there was Zaile. And occasionally Atz, and the clients, and...now there was KC. Eyes squeezed shut and teeth pulled on his lower lip. \"God KC, I...you\'re not just another one. I...Oh god...\" He trailed off, eyes squeezing shut and head tilting to one side.It was this kind of thing that got him. Being a whore, was what he did. but so many people were in love, and he was finding himself caring for more and more, and he was getting so confused and...Tongue flickered over his lips. \"Damn, I;m such a fucking *whore* aren\'t I....christ...It\'s amazing that sex means anything to me at all now, doesn\'t it....?\"

KC stretched out beside him, pulling him close and rocking him as he had so many times before. Even if he wasn\'t the only one in Fall\'s life or bed, he still felt something special or perhaps it was just wishful thinking. \"It\'s your life D. What you were graced with the talent to do. To do anything other would be to change you.\" Softly he hummed, the tune soon weaving into Angel of the Morning. Gently he caressed the flesh he had caressed so many times before in a soothing manner. To let him forget for a time. To help him forget everything just for a little while. KC would always care a great deal for his old flame and perhaps always love him, and he would always be here - nothing would ever change that. His hand slid down Fall\'s hip without realizing it, just a soft touch, back and forth over the curve of it. Chin rested on top of Fall\'s head. He knew that he didn\'t want to be called Damion anymore, but to KC he would always be Damion and he hoped that would be alright with him.

Fall whimpered, curling into KC and wrapping his arms around him. How many times had he been held like this? How many times had KC comforted him when no-one else was around? Fall hated being alone, he hated bathing alone, he hated sleeping alone. When Cyn wasn\'t around life was hell, because there was no-one else that would sit with him unless he asked. Cyn would just...do it. He knew now, suddenly, that KC would have done the same, that KC would do the same if he was capable. Fall sat up, pulling away a little and rubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands. \"Damn, I\'m selfish spoiled brat, aren\'t I?\" Voice was thick with the tears that had fallen, although briefly. \"God, I;m such a damned bitch KC....\" A long sigh, eyes slipped shut. Legs drew up, arms resting on his knees. \"Damn you KC, however you manage to care and want to be close to me is beyond any sort of comprehension. You must be some sort of masocist...\"

\"Damion, just let me speak, I know that you could never love me, not in love with me anyway. But I loved you from the moment you first crawled in that dumpster bleeding and broken. I had asked you what happened, even though I had a pretty good idea. I took you in that night, cleaned you up as best I could.\" Pausing waiting for the laughter. \"I couldn\'t stop loving you even if I wanted to Damion. I wanted to protect you and keep you safe, but it appears I failed at even that.\" He sat up pulling the youth closer. \"I know there are others who love you, and I don\'t expect you to ever return my feelings. Just do me a favor my dear one, remember who was there before. I don\'t want to be just a forgotten memory to you.\" His own voice was thick with tears and yet not one single one fell. He wouldn\'t let them. At this moment he only cared about Damion\'s happiness. Fingers lifted once again to brush the stray strands of hair from the youth\'s face, tangling carefully in them. His other arm still remained tightly wrapped around him.

Fall crinkled his nose, and he leant back, tongue flickering over his lips. \"Is that what you\'d thought? That\'d I\'d forget?\" Tongue flickered over his lips, a nervous reaction. \"Oh god...Do I give off that impression?\" Nose crinkled and he settled down, teeth pulling at his lower lip. \"I...I don\'t know what to say, beside...beside that, I\'d. That. It wouldn\'t happen. It just, well, wouldn\'t. I\'m a whore. i can\'t you know. Forget. Anyone. You know, that memory of mine...\" A long heavy sigh and he shifted a little in the other\'s arms, fingers trailing over KC\'s collar bone, down his chest, wriggling down and resting his head on the shoulder. He pushed KC over, head falling down to rest KC\'s chest. Mmmm. \"You\'re a darling. KC, you really are.\"

Playfully his hand slid down the other\'s chest, fingers brushing over nipples. Just a natural reaction he supposed to having the youth in his arms. \"Wait... should I go? I don\'t want to cause any trouble. Though I would die for you.\" He nodded to his own words his chin tapping gently against the top of the other\'s head. His arm wrapped tight around Fall cuddling him so close. Just like old times. Not wanting to ever let him go, that same nagging fear that he would have to. His free hand lefted to brush his now dry brown hair from his face. Something in his gut was feeling off, he and D used to joke that it was his spidey senses telling him danger was near. Was danger near now? How the hell was he supposed to know, this wasn\'t his home, his life, his Fall. This wasn\'t his Damion... His Damion... His Damion. The words echoed in his head taunting at the one thing that would never be able to keep.

Fall offered a small smile, and planted a small revernt kiss on his shoulder. \"No. You don\'t have to go. I don\'t want you to go. You...you\'re *mine*.\" It was possessive, yes. But Fall had always been like that. Tongue flickered over his lips, a smile danced over his lips. \"You know...\" He shifted, wriggling around and sitting on the man\'s hips, peering down at him. \"Mmm. Ok. So, now we\'ve resolved neither one of us are going anywhere, and that you can handle my whoring trade, what do you wanna do?\"

His whole body shivered. Looking up at the youth above him. Eyes lighting up a moment - with an idea, wheels turning in his head. \"Damion, what if I became your pet... could you keep me then?\" Carmel gaze firmly settled on the youth\'s. Licking his own lips and arching his hips upward rotating a moment playfully. God. He couldn\'t figure out if God was punishing him or rewarding him. All he could see was Damion above him and all he wanted was to melt into him and stay here with him ... forever. Wait. Stop. You don\'t know what you\'re thinking KC... Ooh shut up for once and let me enjoy this moment. KC had not enjoyed the feel of closeness in. Well he couldn\'t remember how long it had been. He hadn\'t touched anyone so sweetly in about the same amount of time. Hand lifted and ran over the beautiful chest above him. Finger nails grazing over nipples. He himself purred. This had been something he had missed, the time and touches between them. Smiling softly gaze never faltering.

That was the wrong thing to say. Fall\'s face fell a little, and he leant forwards, placing a tender kiss on KC\'s lips. Then he slunk away, padding over to his door, pulling a dressing down off of it and wrapping himself up in it. \"I\'m not allowed pets KC.\" Hands ran through his damp hair, pulling open a chest of drawers and tossing a gown at KC. KC, perhaps, had just tapped a raw nerve that Fall didn\'t want to expose. Tongue flickered over his lips and he sighed softly, meandering over to the window. \"KC, I still care for you. I\'m still crazy about you. But...I\'m...I\'m *His* now. When he calls, I can;t help but run to him, his orders I can\'t but help obey...If you were my pet, I\'m not joking he *would* kill you. Technically the only times anyone else is even allowed to touch me is if he says they can. And thats normally because they\'re giving him huge amounts of money, or of something else, in return.\" The youth shook his head and flumped down into a chair, lifting his legs onto it and wrapping his arms about his knees. Head rested on his knees, tongue flickered over his lips, baby blues honed in on KC \'pon the bed. \"I\'m sorry.\"

He blinked and he fell silent. Good move genuis. \"I\'m sorry I didn\'t mean to...\" Sitting up he put on the gown. Bitting his lower lip he stood and moved to kneel in front of the youth. \"I understand, I always have. Perhaps not always agreed with everything, but done whatever it took to have you when I could.\" His arms wrapped around Fall knees bent up and all. \"If I had money I\'d pay it... mind you I\'d hate myself for it, but I\'d do it.\" His head rested on the boy\'s knees. KC had let go of all this long ago, but long ago the one he loved had been thought dead. Perhaps now he should look at Fall as Fall and not as the man he had loved for those years. No. He couldn\'t do that. The youth was *back* and KC would cling to that fact like a life line. A job and better life had been offered and he would take it, but not just because it was a chance, but because it would make the youth happy to see him somewhere besides the streets, doing whatever needed to be done to make the money he needed.