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This story is a continuation of Rain_On_Me (found in HIGHSCHOOL section of nifty)
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Edited
POV will switch between two main characters, Damien and Adrian. Thanks T.W, you know why.
LaDulceVida- The Sweet Life
WHEN DOVES CRY
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DAMIEN
I had an aching pain in my head when I woke up. It felt as though my brain was trying to rip out of my skull. I churned in pain, but found my body so cramped up. My eyes hurt as I opened them, realizing that it was probably morning because of the spray of light that pierced into the room all of a sudden.
"You're awake," a voice muttered, sleepily.
I jumped! The voice was right behind me on my back. I could feel the deep, masculine voice against my neck. It was a quick shocking noise. I turned my head to see Quarrion laying right next to me. I hadn't expected him to be there.
"Quarrion!"
The window had let in a bright light that said it was morning. I wondered how I had gotten back to my room. Quarrion was laying beside me, on my bed. I looked around at a time forgetting the headache and cramps to notice that I was really back in Robbie's building.
I wondered how I had gotten back here. I had left the night after hoping to meet Quarrion. Why couldn't I remember what happened? Then I looked down and noticed that I was naked. I wanted to piss my pants! I grabbed the sheets off of Quarrion quickly to cover my naked body and the woody that I seemed to have fixed up in my dream.
Pulling the sheets away I saw that Quarrion was there with me. His face was blankly staring at me. It was a expression of ...I'm not quite sure. He was naked, his body taking the form of a leopard creeping up on me. He was crawling on his hands and knees with such a look of desire in his eyes. It was kind of awkward, to see a man as tall and burly as Quarrion becoming some kind of sexual deity. If I had not known any better I could have sworn I saw love in his eyes. I felt like I did when I first lost my memory. All I felt was complete confusion looking at him sitting there. I wanted to try not to jump to conclusions about why we were both laying in my bed naked.
"What's going on?" I asked, feeling stupid after I questioned him.
His face kind of swelled up, "What you don't remember or..."
"I don't remember."
He looked completely crippled by my words. His sexual position went into a more sitting position. He didn't say anything but sort of pointed across the room to the little garbage pale that I had. The pale was gorged completely with Trojan condoms to the point of overcapacity.
"I'm so sorry," I told him, "I remember leaving here and going to meet you. I remember us meeting and talking. I remember us going to have a few drinks---and then---"
That was as far as I could remember. I had gotten drunk I noticed it now the smell on my breath and the flashing imagery that I was getting in my head all of a sudden of what had happened the night before. I had only wanted to prove to myself that I was attractive and didn't always follow what Robbie said. I wanted to be disloyal because I felt it was the only way I could start to become independent. I was a man wasn't I? Then why shouldn't I be my own man.
"Wow, I guess that must be the reason you called me someone else's name all night," he said and then looked at me. He put emphasis on "all night".
"Look I'm really sorry. I guess I led you on, I guess..."
I couldn't talk anymore and that was because Quarrion has his lips pressed up against mine. His jock body climbed all over me, touching my neck and tonguing my face. It felt exciting to have him touching me even though I felt more uncomfortable then ever with him. I could feel my dick getting harder as if I had just woken up from a wet dream.
I felt him touching my dick, huddling my cock and starting to fondle it. The way he touched it all of a sudden was full of passion. I didn't want to think of what feelings he might have behind his touches, I really didn't care. His hand just felt so good against it. I wanted him to rub it down some more.
I tried to pull back but managed to mentally only get my left arm to act like a base so that I wouldn't fall under the weight of his heavy body; "What are you doing?"
"Reminding you of what happened last night."
He lips were gentle and so was his hand palming my dick. I let out a deep moan and leaned back allowing him complete access to my magic stick. I saw him starting to creep, slowly at a first. He started by pinching my nipples with his teeth, then allowing his tongue to wash against my abs and blowing into my navel.
I leaned back being taken into heaven as he began to suck me suddenly. His lips flexed around my dick engulfing it and deep throating it quickly. I could feel how moist my penis was laying on the roof of his mouth and then as he slid the head down his throat it. It was warm! His lips swallowed my dick completely like the jaws of a snake. He pushed down onto it, pushing more and more of it into his mouth until he swallowed my entire dick and was well trying to get my balls in there as well. His jaws groping and grasping in such desperate attempts to suck all of me made me feel sort of special. He gave up on that after a few of my loud moans though and started to lick my balls, sucking the short pubic trim I had on my balls and thrusting his mouth harder onto me.
"Oh, your mouth is so HOT," I called out, "I REMEMBER!"
I really didn't remember. I mean I didn't want to lie to him, but the head he gave was unbelievable! If I didn't remember anything, I guess I had the will to remember.
"Damien..."
"Uh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yeah, what is it?"
He looked up at me with eyes full of desire, "Play with my ass...the way you did last night."
I didn't remember a dame thing about how I played with his ass last night! Still, how many possible ways could you play with someone's ass. I immediately took my two longest fingers (my index and middle) then proceeded them to flutter them around his hole. His hole was hairy and wet, making it clear that he still had some lube left over in there.
I teased him for awhile but it wasn't long before the tease ended. He pushed back against my fingers as he sucked me off, allowing my fingers to be completely absorbed by his ass. He began to slide up and down them, slipping them deep into his ass and then almost shitting them out.
He pulled back off my dick, with man drizzle all over his lips; "PUT MORE!"
"More what?"
"FINGERS!"
I let three fingers down and watched as he drove his ass back, assaulting my fingers in a warm moisture of ass flesh. His ass dug into my fingers, as he began another attempt to put my dick and balls in his mouth at the same time. The big, tall hunk-man succeeded this time, sucking on both of them at the same time in a wanderlust.
Again I heard him saying, "I want more..."
I had no choice this time! He basically shoved the condom in my hand after that. He seemed to want me so badly. Robbie wanted me too but Robbie was much more subtle and vague in a sexually teasing way. This guy's determination was only to have me inside of him now. He said everything but, "If you're a man you would fuck me right now and here."
I mean it wasn't everyday a guy challenged you. It was as clear as day by now that he wanted to be fucked and that was the kind of play he was talking about. We laid on our sides and he lifted up one leg to allow a clear entry into his ass. He then proceeded to glide his fingers to my dick and escort it to his asshole. Did he think I was going to miss or something? I didn't know why I was being intimidated by such a strong conducting sexual partner, but the intimidation turned me on in a way...I guess. The desire I felt that he had for me was unbelievable, it was like he wanted me to please him immediately. I thought that Robbie had a sex drive, but this guy seemed to be trying to take Robbie's own sexual medal in my mined. I felt a little used while I was doing it...sort of like a dildo or something.
I didn't feel very bad after a while, pounding his pink hole. I thrust my dick into him until he screamed out that it was too much. That was when I decided to take it slow and try to get my own pleasure from it instead of just trying to prove to him that I had the talent. My long dick curved into him making his back bend in an unbelievable way.
"Ugh, that's how I like it daddy!"
It was funny having a guy bigger, older and hairier than you calling you daddy. He loved the dick I figured. He loved how it surrounded him. His ass was hairy, but it was also very shapely. His ass was loosening up each time that I fucked it until it felt almost like I was fucking a pussy. It slid in thoroughly, in and out with little friction and a lot of wet, squishy noises.
I fucked him for a good hour, my thrusts starting to get weak from exhaust. He sure lasted a long time.
"Ahh, fuck I'm gonna CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!"
He breathed heavily, gasping like he was having a child, "Hold it! HOLD IT!
All the while sitting there all I could think about was fucking that boy that had hugged me yesterday. The mixed hot boy with the tight round ass and thoroughly thick dick. The boy with the face that looked like he was as innocent as an angel. I remember from the note what his name was...Eric. I remembered how he let me grind up against his body. I knew that he had noticed I was just trying to get material for a good jerk off session or two, but he allowed me to do it. I remembered how his eyes looked deep into me as he told me things that meant exactly NOTHING in my head. I remember his body, his pearly cinnamon coated body. I remembered everything except I hadn't listened to a single word that he said. Not everyday some cute guy acted like that to you, so what was I expected to act like?
"AH!"
I realized that we both shot cum in the same time. I shot it inside of the condom and he shot it all over my sheets. He moaned loud, so loud that I was so scared that someone might hear him.
I pulled out, cutting the orgasm short because I had just realized what we were doing. I was having sex with a guy that I had just met the day before. It only took him one day to get me naked. It made me wonder how expensive my tastes were that I was just going around having sex with a complete stranger.
I pulled the sheets up over me, "Dang, I'm tired."
The orgasm had definitely released most of the tension I had with the headache. I just felt completely tired now, completely unreturned. He leaned over and kissed me swiftly but this time it wasn't a hot kiss. It was just a sort of soft dazzling kiss, making me wonder things.
"I'm probably going to miss you," he said, his voice having a sort of passionate side that scared the crap out of me.
"Now don't go falling in love," I warned him with a laugh. I was dead serious, "I have to tell you something."
I had seen that face in the mulatto boy from yesterday with the sand-tinted skin and had seen it in Robbie. The difference was those two boys knew a Damien that I didn't even know, they probably knew more about me than I did. This guy and I were strangers in every way you looked at it. His clear looks seemed to speak more then just sex. It made me afraid that he might want more out of what just happened.
"What is it?"
"Well I am sort of with this guy---"
"You have a boyfriend?"
A boyfriend? No that wasn't what Robbie was. Robbie had never told me exactly what we were in the old days. He had never told me anything about my old life.
"Sort of," I said, not wanting to give too much of my story out, "I am with a guy named---"
"Robbie Knight?"
I nodded. He was getting on my nerves with ending my sentences by now so I just sat back and allowed him to continue since he seemed to be so intent on talking.
He spoke slowly, "I know who you are. I know who Robbie is. I haven't been totally honest with you either..."
"You know me?" I asked, "You know who I am?"
"No, not like that," he said and looked around sort of hesitating a bit, "I sort of was attracted to you because I was curious to know who you were, since Robbie seemed to show some kind of public adoration for you. Giving you the job to write invitations for the wedding of the century out of the blue was a lot of talk on the streets."
"Why were you curious about the talk on the streets?"
He looked at me deeply and then sort of held onto me, "Please don't flip out if I tell you. I promise everything that happened last night and today was REAL. You...you are different. You are real. There are always awkward moments and comfortable moments, but all of them feel like reality. There is no game needed between us. Your face...your lips..."
I was blushing; "Where are you getting at?"
"Let me finish. You are different from most. You are real. You don't belong here. I mean in the crossfire like this. You may be in danger. You are the kind of person that is too good for guys like Robbie. You are too good for guys...for guys like me."
"What kinda guy are you?" I realized just as I said it that I may be pushing him too far, too fast.
He sat there for a minute and then looked at the bed, "Geez, can you get a towel or something that I could wrap these sheets up in?"
"I'll get you a towel after you answer my question."
"We definitely made a mess of these sheets. It may stain if it stays long."
He seemed reluctant. I knew he didn't care about what condition the sheets were in. I guess he wanted to think about what he was going to say. I breathed deep giving up and walking to the bathroom. That was where most of the towels were. I realized not too soon that Robbie had all these luxury towels in his cabinets. They were like designer towels. The man had Armani towels, like anyone really cared what kind of towels they had. I looked around the HUGE bathroom. Not to mention I was naked and sort of sticky this whole time. It definitely wasn't something that I wanted to be doing. I looked in the cabinets and finally found one that didn't have a brand name to it. It was just a regular towel.
That was when I turned and looked in the mirror at the person looking back at me. It was a boy with emotion that were strong enough to drive this hormone thing I had going on. I mean, it felt almost like I liked the feeling of being wanted. I felt I was wanted by the wrong people for the right reasons. I felt a short click but I thought nothing of it really. I turned toward the mirror, searching deep into my eyes. For a moment, I had these feelings...these feelings that sort of made me feel like I was going to remember something...somewhere.
The feeling that I was going to remember came with these short, extravagant flashes of light and images. I didn't know if they were chronological or even really recognize most of the faces in them. But they were flashes. A flash of an explosion. A flash of a car. A flash of a bridge. A flash of the rain hitting the pavement. Then there was a strange flash. It was a flash of two figures standing in the rain. It lasted the longest. It felt so real all of a sudden that I was lost in it. A flustering feeling filled my stomach as a song started to fill out my ears.
Rain on me Lord wont you take this pain from me I don't wanna live I don't wanna breathe Til you just Rain on me Lord wont you take this pain from me I don't wanna live I don't wanna breathe
"What's up?"
The dry memory was suddenly mixed up with on of unsure emotions and feelings. I looked around the room and saw Robbie. He stared back at me blankly.
At first I didn't know if this was image or reality, but then slowly I began to realize it was one in the same. I had an image of Robbie but he was also standing here right now. He was standing here looking at me naked bending over the cabinet. I didn't feel strange that he saw me naked, that wasn't what made me almost choke on my own tongue. He had seen my bare ass a couple of times since I had been staying here so it wasn't anything strange to me. The fact that he was even there at all was turning me blue. Quarrion was STILL just in the next room.
"Robbie! Geez you scared me!" I called out, my mouth getting dry.
I tried not to look him in his eyes. I was feeling really guilty for some reason about the Quarrion thing even though Robbie never gave me reason to believe we were more than just friends this whole time.
He let out a slight bent smile that made me feel completely aware of his suspicion, "I'm sorry. I came in the early flight, decided that I would surprise you."
He sounded awfully calm, almost as though he hadn't seen Quarrion. Could it have possible that he didn't notice Quarrion? Was Quarrion smart enough to hide from him as he walked in?
"I 'am' surprised," I said, trying to keep my composure, "I would've bought you something for your return or..."
"Or you wouldn't have brought home some company?" he asked.
My face squirmed and I was actually SMILING from embarrassment. We both started laughing. I wasn't really sure why we were laughing. It seemed so immediately WB. I was sitting in the bathroom naked while he came and caught me red-handed having an affair. It was funny in a way, but I knew that he couldn't put anything on me. We weren't a couple and he also was out having his own sex with others (women most likely), which I was quite sure of by now.
With all the laughter I managed to squeak out an old slogan I heard on tv the day before, "Hey, don't hate the player..."
"Ha, I'll never hate you," he said, his face getting a little bit more serious as he threw me some pants, "You should get dressed. You're giving me a boner..."
As I wore my pants, I could see him slowly see him approaching me. I had barely gotten my pants up when his hands crept underneath them to grope my ass. It definitely was sexy! I guess I was making him horny, by the way he started to kiss my neck. He leaned me against the sink and lifted up my body with ease, sitting me on the faucet. I moaned, leaning against the glass mirror and massaging his shoulders. Suddenly there was a loud noise.
A scream or some kind of bellowing filled the bathroom. It was coming from inside the living room. My heart throbbed as I pushed past Robbie, noticing that the voice was Quarrion. My imagination had trailed off into distant things on what he was crying so loud about. I guess I just wanted to know.
Coming outside I grew stiff at what I saw. It was Byron, Robbie's partner. I guess him and Quarrion had been wrestling because both of them looked tired. The two giants seemed to now be a little subtle, since Byron had a gun pointed out at Quarrion forehead. Byron's eyes were empty and full of discontent.
I felt so alone.
"What the hell is happening?!" I demanded immediately.
I advanced quickly, trying to take the gun away from Byron, but suddenly I was stopped in my footsteps by Byron turning the gun to me and stopping me in my steps. He was cornered between Quarrion and I. We both knew that he would only have time to get one shot if one of us decided to jump on him. I guess that was why I didn't break down and get running at the sight of the gun. He switched his trigger between us.
Quarrion looked petrified, his hands up as if suddenly giving into Byron's force. He didn't move as the gun was pointed to him, he was looking at the trigger and then turned to me. His eyes pierced into me. It was a face that I had never seen. It was strange I guess. It was always strange to see a face of fear. The pure masculinity and sexuality that I had seen in him was all gone. His face looked as pale as a corpse.
"Get the gun out of his face!" Robbie barked at his associate and Byron quickly apologized like a trained dog.
He was talking about me. Byron who seemed to be a little confused, pointed the gun at Quarrion solely now. I looked around me, a part of me seeing the jealousy in Robbie, even though he had tried to hide it in the bathroom. I knew he was jealous and that was why he had Byron beating up Quarrion the way he did.
"Damien this isn't what it looks like," Robbie assured me with an innocent touch on my shoulder, "That guy isn't who you think he is---he's a goddam spy."
My eyes bulged, "A what?"
He held me by the hands as though to comfort me, "He is Christian Knight's nephew. He's been trying to inherit the Knight fortune this whole time. He's only here to spy on me through you. He's using you like a toy..."
I looked around the room, completely embarrassed. I felt like shit. I believed Robbie, mostly because he never seemed to lie to me so far. Quarrion didn't deny it either, he just sat there and stared down to the floor in a guilty way. I paced across the room completely embarrassed about what I had done. Then there was Robbie's eyes. They seemed to be pounding me into the ground even though he was 'acting' as comforting as possible. It was almost like he was making quite sure that my feeble attempt to act independent had terribly failed. I felt inferior to him once again, felt completely beaten. I had been outdone. The only person I could bring home had no interest in me at all...he was just here to spy on Robbie!
I sat down easily on the chair, feeling too embarrassed to stand. Blush ran throughout my face like water down a river bend. I felt as little as an ant, crawling around in a forest. All the while I could only look at Quarrion as he stared back, silently.
Quarrion let out a little, "I..."
But by the time he was done really pronouncing it, Robbie had made his way across the room to punch Quarrion square in his face. Quarrion fell over on the floor, blood gushing out of his mouth. A small hidden part of me liked it that Robbie hit Quarrion. The asshole deserved it, using me like that. A little slight smile squared around the corner of my face as he did it and looked back at me as though dedicating the punch to me.
"Gimme that," Robbie demanded and grabbed the gun away from Byron, "He won't be coming around here to fuck with you anymore, Damien."
I think Byron and I both screamed out at the same time, trying to stop Robbie from shooting Quarrion. We had both seen how he blew up at the restaurant that day and I think that Byron had even more experience of Robbie having out of control tragedies happening.
"Relax," Robbie said smiling and hitting Quarrion with the butt of the gun, "I'm not gonna shoot this piece of trash. He's not worth the bullets."
"Damien!" Quarrion suddenly called out, crawling across the room until he was at my feet, "You gotta believe what I'm telling you. At first I was following you because I recognized you were the guy that Robbie favored. Even my father favored you. So I guessed that you became the ideal consort for the leader of the Syndicate. I had bad intentions when meeting you, but when I got to know you, I really did like you for you. Last night was the best night of my life...you gotta believe---"
Robbie hit him again in the back of the head with the gun and dragged him to the other side of the room. He was the second one that was at my feet because of Robbie. This was getting old. The feeling of superiority didn't suit me. I was the type who enjoyed equality in everyone. I guess a part of me wanted to speak out for Quarrion now, tell Robbie to stop hitting him and send him home. I just sat there though and watched, not saying anything and now completely realizing that I didn't enjoy him being beat on. I did although think it was necessary. Whether he truthfully did care about me or not, the fact was that he still lied to me. I guess that was the reason why I didn't say anything as he was being abused.
I watched as Quarrion was crawling around being kicking by Robbie. Byron was standing himself like a statue watching it without any emotion or any real interest in it. I guess he was probably accustomed to things like this happening. Suddenly I couldn't take it anymore.
I jumped up off the chair, "Robbie, its ENOUGH!"
Robbie's attention turned to me only long enough for Quarrion to jump up like a leopard attacking him. It happened so fast! He pounced on Robbie like a tiger or something, grasping onto the gun. I couldn't move and I knew that Byron had the same problem as me. They were fighting over the gun now, rolling all over the floor. I felt so afraid for Robbie, knowing I hadn't meant to scream out as to give Quarrion a chance to get at the gun. Quarrion was the bigger guy and definitely proved the stronger as he seemed to toss Robbie's body up and down around the carpet. Robbie however had this incredible grip on the gun and was just holding onto it while Quarrion pounded his body over and over.
Suddenly the gun went off, breaking silence.
Byron gasped and I just collapsed back into my chair. The two were facing each other on the rug, both of them with the same expression. In that same second, Quarrion's body rolled over on the floor two times and we saw him bleeding. He wasn't moving, his eyes were still open but weren't even blinking. He was dead.
"Ow!" Robbie called out probably from the pain of being pushed around by Quarrion, then as he noticed the body he said, "I didn't mean to! Shit, I didn't mean to pull the trigger..."
Byron by now was standing over his body and I had moved out of the chair to shadow over it. His eyes were just staring out completely still. I knew he was dead but Byron seemed to find it necessary to check his pulse and his breathing. He was dead and he was sitting right in front of me! I started to panic. I fell over on the floor, finding it too hard to stand. All the strength that I thought a man should have was completely gone. I was shivering! He wasn't alive! He was dead!
Byron finally confirmed it after moments of complete anxiety, "He's dead. Fuck we are so screwed Robbie!"
I looked at Robbie and he looked back at me. What he had he done? What had we all done? I had just watched this whole thing go down and done nothing at all. I had the possibility to do something but I decided not to. I was becoming just like them---
"Damien..."
"What the hell are you going to do Robbie!?" I asked and looked at both of them, "Don't just stand there!"
They did just stand there. They were both watching me. The rug was stained with blood and the smell of death was already filling the apartment. They looked at me and I looked at the phone. I made a dash for it but was quickly wrestled back by Robbie. He was way quicker than I was and wrapped me around in his arms, so that I couldn't move at all.
"No! You'd better not tell anyone about this!" he said, almost like a threat, "It was an accident Damien. In fact...it was nothing. It never happened Damien. Just go in the room and I'll send up the new Sean John outfits I just bought straight from the runway for you. Ok...GO!"
I backed up away from him, watching him as he turned back toward the body. I saw as Byron and him started to move the body. I couldn't even watch anymore. I wanted to run for the phone again but I knew that it was for nothing. I was just confused, forgetting all morals that I thought I owned.
I went in the room and closed the door tightly. I put on Robbie's stereo and just began to listen to slow music gathering all around my ears. I listened to songs about love and hopes, knowing that none of them had to do with death. I laid across the body, my hands shaking as I did it. I was so young, I figured. In a way I was dead already. I mean, I didn't know who I was and was stuck with Robbie, a guy that I was only beginning to learn about. I was just beginning to understand who this guy was. Not to say that I blamed him for the death as much as I blamed myself. It was just that I recognized that he was capable of being so calm about it as he did it.
My hands were still shaking and my heart still beating. I was still afraid because I knew right outside my door there was a dead man. My mouth went dry. My eyes were getting red and I knew I was getting sick. The smell had been the worst part. There was a smell of the fresh blood and flesh against the carpet. Quarrion had this smell as he lay there, not strong or anything gruesome, but a smell of complete regret. It had gone too far I realized. Robbie had gone too far when he hit him and I had gone too far to just sit there. I remembered how I had reacted the first time I saw Robbie punch him. I was smiling. I felt even more sick all of a sudden.
Robbie had come up to the room later, but I completely barricaded myself in the room. He sent Antonio also who sat at the door telling me how everything had been cleaned up and we were fine. He had said that the cops would never find out what happened. He said that nothing would be put on me ever. He said that Robbie would fix it up so that I never even met a guy named Quarrion. None of these things made me feel any better because I knew that Quarrion was dead because of me and that was all that mattered. If I had never talked to him yesterday, it would have never have happened. If I had not called him the way late last night, then we probably wouldn't have ended up this way.
My eyes were dry but my soul was crying because I knew that I was becoming someone else. Why couldn't I have stopped him? Why was this so acceptable? Or maybe I wasn't. Maybe I was just now becoming who I really was. Maybe I was becoming the real Damien, the one that I had forgotten.
If this was the life that the real Damien lived, then I didn't want to be the real Damien. I didn't want to know who the real Damien was. I didn't want anymore dead bodies around. I didn't want to feel as bad as I did before. I didn't want to feel that bad and yet my body being able to refuse to cry. This Damien...the one that Robbie liked must have been a curse or something. Maybe I lost my memory for a good reason...because I had seen so many terrible things. I couldn't be called Damien anymore. I didn't like who he was.
"Damien are you there?" Robbie asked two days later, when I finally couldn't take being crowded inside my room any longer.
I opened the door, "My name is John Doe. That is what they called me at the hospital and that is the only name I'm answering to from now on."