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  Michael let the gun drop onto the pavement, and walked down the alley. He heard Anthony say, “Take them to the police. I don’t want to see them again. Just make sure they confess to killing Michael.”

  “Oh, they’ll confess, all right,” Lou said.

  “I’m going to take Michael home now.”

  “Good man.”

  Michael dried the tears off his face just before Anthony got to him. Anthony walked past him without a word. Michael followed. They got into the car and drove for miles without talking. They were almost home before Anthony said, “I can’t do this any more.”

  “Do what any more?” Michael glanced at him.

  “Fight with you, try and convince you of who I am.” He stopped the vehicle in the driveway of the house, then, turned to him. “I want to tell you everything. I want to tell you what happened the one night your father and I made love. I want you to know that…”

  “You don’t need to say anything else.” Michael shook his head. “After Michael…after my father died, so many emotions bubbled to the surface. I resented him for leaving me. I couldn’t get past that. Then I saw you in those tapes, and I knew deep down you were a son to Daniel and my father but it was easier to accept --” He paused, then put up a hand when it seemed as if Anthony was about to interrupt. “-- let me finish. I have to say this. It was easier to think you were just some whore, a con artist, than believe you benefited from what I might have had.” The tears rolled down his face now. “I don’t resent what my father left you. You probably deserved it all. I just can’t figure out why he set things up the way he did. Why make me come here, hold me here with you in this house for two years? What was he thinking?”

  “I don’t know. He had his reasons, I suppose.”

  Michael reached over, and caressed his cheek. “Are you all right?”

  This coaxed a smile. “Now I am. Thank you, by the way.”

  “Thank me? For what?”

  “For showing up tonight. I don’t know what I would have done. I wasn’t thinking right. I…”

  “You wouldn’t have done anything,” Michael said. “You don’t have it in you to kill someone, even in the state you were in.”

  “I don’t know. I never came that close to wanting to kill a man before. It changes you somehow.”

  Michael nodded.

  “Let’s go inside,” Anthony said.

  “Anthony.” Michael touched his forearm.

  He paused, but he didn’t look at him.

  “Don’t make me sleep alone tonight.”

  He didn’t answer. He got out of the car and went inside.

  When Michael came in the door, Anthony was right there waiting for him. He didn’t say anything. He just took him into his arms and held him.

  Michael wrapped his arms around his waist and let his head settle onto his chest. He closed his eyes as Anthony gently played with his hair, one arm tightening around his waist. “Let’s go to bed,” he whispered.

  Michael raised his face to his. Anthony’s hand moved down his hair to his cheek, and he fitted his mouth to his, tasting his lips, then releasing him. He grabbed hold of his hand and led him up the stairs. Michael’s heart pounded in his chest. God, he wanted him so much. Maybe he wanted him too damn much.

  They stopped at the top of the stairs. Anthony moaned something against his hair and pressed his body against his. Michael stumbled back against the wall, and pulled at Anthony’s T-shirt. He ached to have him naked. He was so beautiful, and as he pushed the T-shirt up and over his head, he had to literally catch his breath. There was a dim wall lamp burning at the end of the hallway, one that came on every evening with the timer, and it bathed Anthony’s torso with a soft glow, which played up his golden skin and seemed to make his stiff, dark nipples seem even more prominent.

  Anthony seemed frozen by the look on Michael’s face. He didn’t move for a minute, which allowed Michael to run his hands over his sculptured abs and deliciously moulded biceps. His thumb moved over one of his nipples, and it stiffened more, rising to a peak, which Michael couldn’t resist tasting.

  They switched places suddenly, Michael moving Anthony against the wall as he took his time suckling and nibbling each delectable nipple. He grabbed Anthony’s hands, entwining their fingers, feeling the pressure increase as he continued to lick and tongue his irresistible chest. He took a step backward suddenly, admiring his handy work. “God, you’re gorgeous,” Michael whispered. “With all the men I’ve had, I’ve never seen one as…” He began to undo the belt of his jeans with both hands now. Each noise, each smooth movement of the belt detaching stiffened his cock. He pulled the leather belt out of the loops and glanced at it. “Put your hands over your head.”

  Anthony raised an eyebrow, and smiled. He pressed back against the wall, and raised his hands up.

  Michael stood on tiptoe and wrapped the belt around his wrists, loosely threading it back through the buckle and tightening it. Michael’s chest heaved. He licked his lips. God, he was sexy. He’d never wanted to do that to anyone before. He’d always wanted to be the one bound.

  The way Anthony was looking at him right now, his eyes shining with desire, made his cock leak pre-cum into his pants. Jesus. He ran his hands over those stimulated nipples again, lowered his gaze to the unquestionable need in Anthony’s jeans. He was near bursting out of them. Michael opened the top of his jeans, then slid down the zipper.

  Anthony let his head go to the side, and he groaned.

  Michael pulled down the jeans and the underwear and let his gaze feast on his cock.

  “You’re so hard, so thick and…” He dipped his fingers in the cum, which was oozing from his cock, then lifted his fingers to his mouth and tasted him. “You’re trembling,” he whispered.

  Anthony glanced at him. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Touch me.”

  Michael fell to his knees. He took his cock in his hand and pressed it to his cheek, then wrapped his lips around the shaft.

  Anthony cried out.

  Michael slipped his other hand around his ass and none too gently began to insert his finger up inside his anus. Anthony let out a grunt, which quickly turned into a soft sigh of contentment. Michael continued to finger fuck him as he sucked his cock with enthusiasm, one hand curled around the base as he moved it in and out of his mouth.

  He brought him almost to orgasm, then, stood up, watching him thrash some against the wall, his wrists settling down atop his head. He stared into his eyes. “Michael,” he whispered.

  Michael pressed his lips against his, then buried them in his neck. He reached up and freed his arms, throwing the belt aside. “Fuck me,” he groaned. “I want you.”

  Anthony wrapped his arms around him, fingers digging into his ass. He pulled him into his room which, thankfully, was nearby, and scrambled around in the drawer for a condom. Michael quickly peeled off his clothes. Anthony pressed him back on the bed, and frantically lifted his legs over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he urged, his dark gaze staring into his. “Say you want me now, and that you’ll want me tomorrow.”

  “Yes, okay,” he breathed, waiting anxiously as Anthony tore open the condom and began to put it on.

  “Say it,” he insisted, now pressing his cock against his ass. “Make me believe it, or I won’t fuck you. Say it.”

  “I want you, now and…oh…God…” He felt Anthony’s cock begin to enter him, and he cried out as it sliced deeper inside of him, stretching him, filling him completely. “Anthony. Anthony, baby! Oh God yes, yes.”

  Anthony began to move inside of him, in and out of his body like a torpedo. Anthony then slowed his pace, moving slower, more deliberate, then speeding up again until he too let out a shout and filled Michael’s ass with his cream.

  Michael closed his eyes, a warming sense of peace sliding over him. He moved his hand over his chest and then laid it over his cock, which lay satiated on his stomach. He didn’t even realise that he was drifting into a peaceful sleep until the sun came streaming
through the window, rousing him.

  * * * * *

  Anthony lifted his gaze to Michael as he walked into the kitchen. He waited as Michael poured himself some coffee, and came to sit down opposite him. He reached across the table and took his hand. Michael smiled at him. “I think we need to…” he began, then a voice sang out from the other room suddenly, “Hey guys!”

  Anthony let go of Michael’s hand.

  “Saved by Juan.” Michael smirked.

  Juan walked into the kitchen, looked from one to another and then threw them both a mint candy. He was always throwing candy at them lately, especially since he’d quit smoking. “Hey baby boys, you guys fucking or fighting these days?”

  “Depends on the day,” Michael replied with a big grin. “I’m willing to fight, if he’s willing to fuck.”

  Anthony made a face. “Don’t you ever knock?”

  “I used my key. Did you hear that, Anthony?” Juan echoed. “He’s willing to…”

  “Yes, yes, I heard it,” Anthony muttered, pouring some coffee for Juan, then, coming to sit at the table with him.

  “Boy, someone didn’t get his beauty sleep. And just like a man.” Juan clicked his tongue. “Men. I am so fed up with the lot of them.”

  “May I remind you that you are a man.” Michael laughed out loud.

  “Not today I’m not,” he said. “Russ is being a pig.”

  “What happened to Tommy?” Michael asked, looking confused.

  “Oh, he was last week’s flavour, cutie.” Juan winked at him.

  “So, what did Russ do now?” Anthony sipped some coffee. He glanced over at Michael.

  “He won’t pick up his dirty underwear. I refuse to pick up another man’s dirty underwear, unless he’s in them.”

  Anthony and Michael laughed.

  “What in hell are you laughing at?” he demanded, looking at Anthony, then Michael. “Neither one of you is getting anything…much?”

  Michael cleared his throat. “Going to grab a shower.”

  “Oops,” Juan said. “So honey, what gives here?”

  Anthony didn’t really want to talk about this today with Juan, or on any other day for that matter, but Juan was persistent. He got up on his pedestal and began to pontificate. Anthony put his head down on the table.

  “You stop that,” he said. “You listen to me. You’re gorgeous, he’s downright cute. The poor boy is head over ass over you. Do him, for God’s sake.”

  Anthony didn’t reply.

  “You have been doing him, haven’t you?”

  “Juan. It’s not that simple.”

  “Honey, you don’t need lessons. So, try again.”

  “There’s a lot of stuff.”

  “What stuff?”

  “I don’t know, stuff.” Anthony threw up his hands.

  “You’re making excuses because you’re chicken shit.”

  Anthony sighed. “It’s not me.”

  “You want him? Answer me, do you want him?”

  “I think so, but I’m not sure the feeling’s mutual. I can’t read him, and I don’t want to get burned.”

  “Well,” Juan said, finishing his coffee, and standing up, “if you don’t get close to the fire, you’re always out in the cold.”

  Anthony gave him a strange look.

  “Never mind, but in the meantime, will you please fuck him?”

  “I told you Juan, fucking him is not a problem.”

  “Oh, now I’m confused.”

  Anthony laughed.

  “What you need right now is a shopping excursion to take your mind off of things. Get up off your lazy ass…as cute as it is…and come with me.” He took Anthony’s arm and pulled.

  “I hate shopping. What are we shopping for?”

  “A present for Russ.”

  “I thought you were mad at him?”

  “I am furious! Come on, let’s go.”

  * * * * *

  Michael waited all day for Anthony to come home. He knew Anthony was going to say something to him before Juan dragged him off shopping, but he wasn’t sure what it was. When he finally came through the door, Michael could feel the butterflies in his stomach. He smiled at him. “Hi.”

  Anthony smiled back. “Hi.”

  Michael came closer to him.

  He didn’t move away.

  “Can we sleep together in the same bed tonight?”

  “You want to go to sleep now? It’s only five-thirty at night.” He laughed softly.

  Michael took his hand. “I want to do far more than sleep, but you already know that. Please.” He didn’t wait for his answer. He pulled Anthony forward and up the stairs. In the hallway, he intended to kiss him gently on the lips, but after making contact with his mouth, he couldn’t get enough. The kiss deepened with Michael pushing Anthony roughly against the wall, and pulling at his clothes. “Oh God,” Michael muttered against Anthony’s neck, scrambling to pull off his jacket. “Oh God, yes.”

  As Michael lay there on the bed kissing him, touching his skin, he found himself holding back tears. One teardrop fell, mixing with the pre-cum Michael was gently licking off the end of his cock. Anthony made a little sound in his throat and turned over onto his stomach. Michael raised up his head. Anthony glanced down at him over his shoulder. “You want me to…?” He ran his hands lovingly over one of the beautiful round globes of his ass.

  “Fuck me,” he whispered.

  Those two words went right through him, settling in his groin. He licked his lips, watching as Anthony reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He took out lube and a condom.

  “You never wanted…at least I never thought that…” Michael began. He was trembling all over. The thought of being inside of Anthony defied words.

  Anthony handed him the lube and the condom. “I don’t have the best memories of that from when I was on the streets. It was mostly associated with pain and humiliation, and it’s been a long time but --” He stopped, reached down and touched Michael’s hair. “-- right now, I want you. Just go slow, okay?”

  Michael swallowed. “Okay.” He nodded, undoing the cap on the lube and squeezing some into his hand. He separated Anthony’s ass cheeks, pressing his lips against his skin for a second and then began to apply the lube. It was cold and Anthony laughed a little, squirming.

  Michael began to rub it over his anus, then, gradually moved one slippery finger up inside him. He began to fuck him with his finger, in and out, then deeper and deeper until he slipped another finger up inside of him. Anthony was moaning, making sounds of pleasure in his throat. Michael licked his lips, stifling his own moans of pleasure. He was so hard, and he wanted him so much, but he was a little scared, in awe almost of being given this gift, this beautiful, sacred gift.

  He wrapped his arms around Anthony’s waist and Anthony immediate got up on his knees. “Yes. Michael, do it. Fuck me. I’m ready, baby.”

  As Michael began to enter him, he squeezed Anthony’s cock, which was still hard as a rock. He whispered his name, then shouted it as his groin flattened against his ass and he felt his organ gripped by Anthony’s body. I love you…I love you… but he didn’t say it aloud. He began to pump, throwing his head back, his body taking control of all rational thought.

  Anthony went with him, keeping pace, urging him on, then coming in Michael’s hand as Michael himself felt the thundering of juices exploding inside of his shaft and emptying into Anthony.

  Michael gasped for breath, the sweat burning his eyes as he scrambled back away from Anthony, needing to experience the last few seconds of the ecstasy he had felt being inside of him.

  Anthony rolled over onto his back. His eyes were closed when Michael crawled back over beside him. “Did I hurt you?” Michael asked.

  Anthony opened his eyes. “No. You didn’t hurt me.”

  “Was it good for you?”

  Anthony smiled. “It was nice.” He pulled him into his arms. “More than nice.”

  Michael kissed his shoulder, then, laid
his head on his chest. “You really haven’t done that with anyone else?”

  “No,” he said simply.

  “Why me?” Michael looked at him, meeting his gaze. He was hoping he’d say because he loved him.

  When Anthony didn’t answer, Michael asked him again.

  Anthony grinned. “You’re quite the inquisitive fellow, aren’t you?”

  Michael swallowed something hard in this throat. “I love you. Isn’t that ridiculous?”

  Anthony hugged him closer, and closed his eyes. “No. It’s not ridiculous at all.”

  * * * * *

  When Anthony finally woke up, he glanced around, and realised that he was alone. That was disappointing. He’d expected to see Michael’s face first thing. He crawled out of bed, peering at the clock. Damn. It was after one o’clock.

  He called out Michael’s name, checking his room, then running downstairs, calling his name again. He was nowhere to be found. That was odd. He walked back upstairs, jumped in the shower, and then started to get dressed. Had Michael actually told him that he loved him last night? Had he meant it? The entire thing was scary as hell. He didn’t think he could bear it if Michael took it back. It might have been the heat of the moment. Damn that Michael, he sure had a way of knocking him off balance.

  * * * * *

  When Anthony walked into the club that night, Michael was already there. He was hunched over the books in the office. He looked up briefly, and smiled at him, but didn’t say much. Anthony wondered if he’d dreamt it all. “You’ve been here all day?”

  “For awhile. Lots of paperwork we needed to catch up on. Why don’t you make sure everything is in order at the bar.”

  “Ah, okay.” Obviously, Michael wanted to get rid of him. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell him to stop fucking mind-gaming him, but instead, he walked out of the office and put some distance between them.

  * * * * *

  Michael looked up a few minutes later to see Juan standing at the door. “What?” he said.

  Juan walked in and closed the door. “What, is the word. What in the world are you trying to do to my poor Anthony? He’s really upset. What’s going on with you two?”