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LaDulceVida- The Sweet Life
TAKE IT OFF ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ADRIAN There was a knock on the trailer door early in the morning. See, after that big thing with Elle, I had no where to stay and I was basically stuck in New Jersey until Jay came back. I had to sleep in Nina's trailer during the whole time I was in Jersey. I was so pissed about it too. The couch was annoying and I was always lonely because Nina was never in the trailer. Nina was a wonder. Even when she was just our voice coach, I knew she was a little strange. It wasn't the same as living with her. Nina didn't follow the rules of regular society. She was loud, obnoxious and very very sloppy. She was probably the exact opposite of Elle. To tell the truth, I found myself missing Elle so much. I found myself wondering about her. In two weeks, I had gone from a superstar to a nobody. The person kept knocking! My head felt like it weighed a thousand bricks as I crawled off the sofa to get it. I scratched my balls, while spending that same time to make sure that two of them were still there. This trailer had done some strange things to me. My shorts were barely hanging on me and everything just seemed simply annoying. There was a constant buzzing in my ear and I didn't know where it came from. I got off the couch and crossed the room to finally answer the door. The figure at the door looked dead in my eyes and when we faced, he gave me a look. I recognized him immediately. "You are..." "Byron, yes," he said and I opened the trailer door more, so that he could walk in, "You know, it's kinda hard to find you Adrian." I looked at him. It was strange that he was here at all, none-the-less looking for me. I remembered what had happened the day that Damien was kidnaped. Robbie said that Byron had something to do with it. I guess Robbie had suspicion about Byron but me telling him that Eric had help kidnaping Damien seemed to just give him what he needed. "I...I wasn't expecting to see you here," I told him, a little shy at him because he looked so ideally handsome. He was handsome in a very unreachable way. It was almost one of those irritating handsomeness because I really wasn't attracted to Byron, but knew how hard I could fall for him if he only gave me an idea that he had the slightest bit of gay in him. This guy was straight though. I hadn't been more certain that someone was straight...until...until Eric. But then I guess I was wrong about Eric. "Eric told me a lot about you," Byron said and walked past me into the door, "The last time we met, it wasn't on the best conditions, but I would like to personally apologize for that whole video thing...it wasn't my idea." "Why you here dude?" "Well your cousin Jay wanted me to come check on you and let you know everything is will be alright." I knew what he was talking about and I blushed. It seemed like everyone knew about that video I made with Antonio. The Syndicate had royally screwed me over, but I knew it would have been a lot worse if they had released it to the media. I guess I was thankful for that, so I wasn't mad at him directly. I let him walk into the dirty trailer and by the look of his clothes he didn't recognize the lifestyle of a struggling artist. I looked over at my handstand, where I had been scratching a few words. I saw him looking over and trying to read what it had said. I quickly ran over and yanked the papers away. "Sorry for the mess. I was looking for some motivation to write some music," I said, really embarrassed at how messy Nina and I had let the trailer get. "Still writing music? I would think with Eric and Damien..." I knew where he was going with it. I mean, I had been thinking about it as well. If Eric and Damien had gotten back together, the band would probably be down the drain. I left most of that kinda thinking to Jay though, because that seemed like all he wanted to think about anyway. I needed to cut Byron off. The truth that Eric was probably out there in the vicinity of his retarded ex-boyfriend made me grind my teeth. Damien didn't deserve a guy like Eric. Damien didn't deserve much more than prostitutes probably. Damien was one of those people that seemed to jump around a lot. I wasn't sure if he was like a slut, because guys couldn't really be sluts...but this guy seemed to jump around so much. From what Eric said, Damien had been jumping around between Robbie and him, even before Damien had that accident. But, now since Damien had this "little accident", suddenly it seemed like Eric forgot about what Damien did to the past and was willing to accept him back into his life for sympathy reasons, I guessed. It fucking sucked and I didn't want to hear about it. "So how is Eric?" "Well, he is fine," Byron said softly, "When I left everyone was cool, but then I got news that he and his brother got in a fight and now his brother went back home. Keep that on the low though . . . we don't want Robbie to find out. If Robbie knew Eric's brother was here, he would go looking after him to find out where Damien was." "I won't tell . . . " I said softly. I didn't know how to tell him that I had already told Robbie that he had something to do with it. It wouldn't be long before Robbie would connect two and two. Robbie would find out what kind of property Byron had in the Appalachian Mountains and then go out there. "I think we are close to the end," Byron explained, "Eric and Damien are getting...really close. I guess it's only a matter of time before Damien might get his memory back. If not, then we still can trade him back to Robbie for control of the Syndicate. Either way, Robbie gets fucked." "Is this what that is all about? You guys are trying to fuck over Robbie?" He laughed and didn't answer. He was so mysterious about it, but the passion that was in him clearly showed that his eyes explained Robbie had did something bad to him. "Something like that..." "What happened between you and Robbie? I thought you guys were close..." He laughed more, but he was nervous. He was trying to look cool about it, but I was sure that I had hit a bad chord on him that was hard for him to explain. "It feels like you were abandoned right?" I asked a little unfocused, "It feels like when Damien came back...that was all Robbie could think about. Doesn't it feel just like my situation with Eric?" "Well...I'm not a fag or anything," he said bluntly, "Damien didn't steal my boyfriend like you. I wasn't fucking Robbie..." "You know what I mean," I said softly, trying to get past his confident force shield, "You and I are so alike. Damien is fucking with our friends, our family and everything that has meant something to us. Please...just tell me know where he is, so that I can go there myself." "What makes you think I'd do that?" "You owe it to me! You know that," I muttered, feeling a little disappointed, "You can't just let Damien screw me over, like he did to you." He turned around, "This isn't about you." He was about to leave, but I grabbed to his arm. He didn't realize how serious I was until then. I was dead serious. I just wanted to know where Damien was so that I could stop him from spoiling everything with Eric. I figured that right now Damien was on his way to doing some shit like that. He was on his way to spoil everything. I knew if they were together long enough, there would be no coming back for Eric and I. "Yes it is!" I barked at the fucking pompous idiot, "You spend all your life trying to be like Robbie. I am spending all my life trying to be 'with' Eric. You don't know how much I love him. You guys walk around talking all the time about us, but don't realize what it is all about." "I'm sorry for that, but you going to the cabin would ruin everything between Eric and Damien. We need Damien to fall for Eric so that he can't press kidnaping charges." "A long time ago the white man went to Africa," I started to explain, emotionally, "He started to seek out the black women and started to watch them perform...in the nude. They never thought they'd fall in love with passion in its most raw figure. I...I never thought, that I'd be...without him..." "You're fucking crazy..." He moved quickly jerked away his arm and pulled out the door, slamming it behind him. I guess he did think I was fucking crazy. I think I was crazy, but then again so was he. He had stooped so low as to kidnap Damien just so that he could get attention from Robbie. Now he called me crazy? He was a fucking hypocrite. I guess I was crazy in a way that seemed so reasonable. Picture being in love with someone for so long and then he finally starts to love you back. Now picture the picture shattering because his "ex" comes back. I never thought I would look passion in its most raw figure...why me? Why me? I figured there was only one thing I could do. Byron had made a mistake to tell me that Derek had come back to New Jersey. This was the most interesting turn I realized all week. I picked up my shit and took a cab to Eric's house. If Derek was to come back, he would k now how to get back to the cabin. I also knew for sure that since Damien seemed to be the battery in Eric's back for the longest time, that he also had to do with this 'fight' between Derek and Eric. I didn't see any reason that Derek wouldn't help me. I mean, he did like me a lot. He had been saying all that stuff and about us being real cool. I figured that he would trust me to bring his brother back. I expected so much, but what happened was so different from what I expected. I arrived at his house about a half an hour later. His grandmother was sitting on the porch. She was rocking back and forth, but didn't really give me any attention as I walked up the stairs of the porch to enter the house. She was just staring out blankly. She looked almost dead. The door was wide open and by the look of it, I didn't think this was one of those formal homes where you knocked to enter. There were a lot of little kids, that I figured were probably Eric's family members. A woman was breast-feeding her baby in her arms. She realized that I had walked in and turned her breast away from my sight quietly so that she could continue doing it. I walked past three or four other women that were so busy talking that they hadn't even recognized me walking right through them. It seemed like a party or something, but I knew that this was just a poor family that had a lot of family members. It made me love Eric even more because he was like a rose born from concrete. He looked physically better than most these guys, but his heart was also softer and his mind clearer. Finally I had made my way to the kitchen where Eric's father was. He was smoking a cigarette and when he saw me he quickly said that Eric wasn't home. I told him that I was looking for Derek and he quietly pointed upstairs. I walked upstairs, realizing that this house always gave me the creeps... "Hey," I said knocking on the door and walking into the room. Derek was laying on his back, allowing the light to beam down over him, almost like he was tanning. He looked real depressed. He didn't look so surprised to see me though or at least he didn't act like it. He just gave me a little nod when I said hi. I sat on the bed, "So how you doing, my man? I mean, it's been a long time since I've seen you." "Yea whatever..." He was real depressed. The last time I had seen him, he seemed so eager to get to know me and become my friend or what not, but now he seemed totally turned off. He was like a statue looking at me. It seemed his curiosity had ended. He looked so much like Eric now that he was in a sort of more serious mode and quiet. This was exactly the way Eric was like when I had fallen for him. Eric had been quiet and seemed like he was constantly thinking on something, which made him seem like he was intelligent or creative. "You heard anything from your brother?" "What's to hear? He's with that fag and as far as I'm concerned Eric isn't my brother anymore," he said softly and then turned to me a little twisted, adding slightly, "I don't like fags..." I was silent for a moment, noticing how angry he seemed. He seemed just like Byron had seemed when I brought out the whole Robbie situation. Damien was fucking up his life bad too, I could see. His relationship with his brother seemed to be almost nonexistent now. I could tell that he was close to Eric or at least he thought he was close to Eric, by the way he had pictures of Eric and him together all around the room. I guess Damien's abomination of lust and seduction included sacrificing brotherly love as well. I hesitantly tried to play nonchalant as I let go of his suspicious look at me, "Yeah . . . I know what you mean. Its just sad that I don't know where they are..." "You know I heard something real . . . I mean REAL funny," he explained and sat up on the bed with a sudden excitement. "What is it?" I was excited as well, thinking that he was about to tell me where they were. "I heard you a fag, bro," he said nastily and rolled his eyes, almost like he was excusing me. I cursed underneath my breath! This guy was probably the biggest homo-phobe that I had ever known in my life. He caught me red handed. I had just been labeled his enemy just because of the my sexual orientation and there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was a wonder how Eric could be even the slight bit gay while coming from a family that seemed to be so prejudice and completely closed off to even the principle of being with the same sex. "Look...you don't have to like me," I thoroughly said to him, realizing why he had been so cold to me, "I am not going to deny what I am, but I am going to tell you that your enemy isn't in me. It is in Damien. All you have to do is tell me where they are..." "My dad said the only honest fag is a dead fag," He said rudely, "Give me one reason that I should trust you?" I looked at him distinctively. He had so much hate in his eyes and I didn't know if I could get past this one. I figured I had better chances with Byron. Derek was really rude. I mean the thing about it was that he was prejudice. He had gotten up and I was sure that he was about to leave, but instead he reached over to me. He pulled me close to him and then softly kissed my lower neck. "What is this?" "I wanna know what Eric sees in being gay," he explained and quickly added, "I'm not a fag or anything. I just want to know what Eric sees in you two, because he never liked guys till he met you and Damien." "You want me to have sex with you?" "Yeah. Something like that." The thought of it was bugging me. He did look a little like Eric and I could see my attraction to Eric could be easily confused for a slight attraction to him. I mean he had the skin that Eric had and their faces were similar in structure. Eric's lips were a little thinner, but their eyes and nose were almost identical. Then the question came to me. Why me? I mean, it wasn't every day a straight homo-phobe came onto you like how he was doing now. "So go ask Damien, he would probably fuck you...he fucks everyone else..." I coldly mentioned. "I tried, but Eric is watching Damien like a fucking hawk." I pulled away from him quickly, "Forget it." "Look, you don't have to do anything," he promised suddenly, "I...I just wanna suck a dick. One time, a long time ago, Eric had told me about the first time he sucked Damien's dick. Ever since then I wanted to do it. Please...I mean it's not really sex. Just let me suck it..." I looked at him, wondering why such a MACHO guy would even be thinking about it. The thing about Eric sucking off Damien seemed like he had really thought this thing out. It seemed like for some reason he really wanted to do it. The expression on my face was priceless. My mouth was dropped wide open in shock as I watched him. "I can't. I love Eric..." "It's sad you know, because he really likes you too. He told me, as a matter of fact, at the cabin..." My mouth slammed shut until I bit my tongue. This was probably even a bigger surprise then having a macho homo-phobe wanting to suck your dick. "Really?" I asked. I wasn't sure if he was lying or not. Looking close I could see that he was really vague about the whole thing. He had said it really quickly as though trying to get the idea across just for me to think about the main point and none of the details. I was going to ask why he had said it or what they had been talking about when he said it, but instead I found myself just asking, "Really?" I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by it. I guess I wanted to believe it so bad that I didn't care whether or not he was lying. "Maybe," he said suspiciously, "It would be a shame if I didn't tell you where he was, so you could find out for yourself. Unless you let me do what I want..." "Ok, ok," I said and unzipped my fly. I didn't know what I was thinking. I figured it was going to be quick or something. I saw his eyes glow as I dug into my fly and looked for my penis. I tugged at it a little because it had gone soft with all the depression that I had been facing during the day. I let it slick past my fingers and slide past the fly. It flopped gingerly in the air and a cold wind blew against it, making it gain a little more weight. The hot thick metal pole filled my heart with pride that I controlled such a stick. "Wow, you're big..." he said. I looked at it. It was the first time I had really noticed that I was a little big down south. I realized that it was probably why Eric would never let me fuck him up the ass or anything like that. The bigness was not in its length, but in its thickness. My dick looked about 4 to 5 centimeters across and seemed like it could get even thicker.
"Take it off..." he said hastily and then added almost demandingly, "Or I won't tell you where Damien is." "My pants?" "Yeah and your drawers, bro. I'm not joking here. If I am going to try this, then I want the full experience," he told me with a sort of aggressiveness, "So take it off!" He went to the door and put the garbage pail behind it as though if someone was to try to come into the room, the garbage pail would stop them. I guess he was nervous, but he didn't seem like it. He seemed real impatient about it because as I was slowly dropping my pants, he came up to me trying to kiss my neck. He was making my way up my cheek and I had to admit it did feel good. His hand was groping as my dick as I lowered my boxers and the fabric was thin so I could feel him fondling me as though there was no fabric at all. It had been so long since I let out a nutt, so now my dick and groin area was really tense. He began to kiss around my cheek and then I felt his lips touch mine. I pulled back, "No...you can't kiss my lips." He looked a little pissed but I knew he wasn't going to be real combative now that I had dropped my pants and my ding-a-ling was swinging around like candy in front of a baby. He dropped to his knees immediately and before he even touched me, I felt a shiver run up my body from sensation. The sexual frustration I had been having had simply built up in Nina's trailer. Nina was one of those unpredictable people and the first day I tried jerking off in her trailer, she caught me with one finger up my own ass and one palm covered in her favorite Cocoa Butter lotion. She didn't trip about it so much, but the embarrassment caused me to stop jerking off in her trailer completely. That had left me with sexual tension that seemed to need release, regardless if the guy sucking me off was one of the most homo-phobic assholes that I had ever met. He kissed my dick and kissed my belly button, "It's soft. It feels like baby skin." I let my dick land on his lips and he opened his mouth. He looked up at me almost strangely. I didn't understand what he was waiting for to suck it. He just sat there with his mouth wide open, almost like he was trying to tease me or something. If he was . . . it was working. "Why don't you suck it?" "No, that's now how I want it," he said and leaned his head against the bed, "I want you to climb over me and fuck my mouth. I mean real fuck, I mean since Damien can't do it, I guess this is the next best thing." I think he was really trying to get at me with the Damien part. I guess Damien was a little more attractive to a guy on the "straighter" side then I would be. Straight people seemed to flock to guys that were like Damien. You know the type of guys I mean... the masculine guys that yet still seemed to act like a pretty boy in the way they dress. Damien was one of those guys who wore Miami sunglasses indoors just so that he could have sex appeal. He was the kind of guy that straight guys had no problem saying, "He looks alright." I figured if a straight guy ever turned, Damien was the first kind of guy they would experience. Hence the relationship between Eric and Damien. I let it slide though, thinking about my own sexual frustration and need for satisfaction, while also thinking about how this could bring Eric and I closer together in the future. He tilted his head back and I stood over him. At first I began to dip my ballsack into his mouth. He moaned heavily and whined his lips against my ballsack. It tasted real good to him I think because he kept making a deep gurgling sounds and motions in his tongue like he was trying to get it deeper into his throat or something. He licked all over the hairs of my balls. He had a real strong tongue, He licked between them, sliding his tongue down to that little part of skin between my balls and my ass crack. That was when I dipped my dick into his mouth and he began to deep throat it. He sent the dick lashing deep down past his tonsils. He let my dick get lost in his throat, holding his breath while my dick flooded up his windpipe. He moaned loudly and I saw that he was beating off his own dick while I was slowly thrusting in and out of his mouth like it was warm pussy or ass. I humped his mouth thoroughly, digging deeper and deeper every time I tried. "UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH fuckkkkkkkk, yeah, this feels so good," I let go and pushed it deep it into him, "Open up baby. I got a couple more inches for you to take down." He groaned loudly. "Shittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt, yeah, swallow that shit," I groaned loudly, letting him suck in my balls and my dick at the same time. He began to choke on it and pounded the bed as he beat off his dick even harder and harder. I felt his finger sliding behind me and suddenly I realized what he was doing. He was going to finger my ass. I knew that was way too much for me to take. My ass was the part of me that drove me crazy. Everyone had that spot, but for me it was the reason that I had become gay in the first place. The reason I even liked dick was because dick felt the best up your ass. I really figured I would have been straight if women had a built in device to slide up my ass. My ass was the part of me that could drive a sexual experience overboard. "Fuck my face!" he gagged, then as he chocked he began to make out short noises, "Fuc...Fuckk...IT!" He stuck his finger deep past my ass hairs and into the depths of my ass without any moisturizer or anything of the sort. The hard burn ran through my body as he began to rip through my ass with his dry finger. At this point, either the pain or pleasure sent me to start my long orgasm. "I'M CUMMING, FUCK!!! OPEN YOUR MOUTH WIDER! I'M COMING!" He opened his mouth wide as I filled his mouth with my semen. I don't think a bit of it even touched his lips. The freak began to swallow it thoroughly and truthfully I wasn't sure if he even let it touch his tongue before he gulped the sperm down. He didn't let one drop waste. He began to lick my dick tip, trying to get even more cum juice off of it. The feeling felt so good. I didn't know what to say afterwards. He was just sitting there and kept warning me never to tell anyone or he was going to kill me. I didn't plan on telling anyone about Derek's situation. I mean, it wasn't my most proud moment either, but it sure did feel good. I was the tired one though, from all that pumping I was doing, thrusting my hips back and forth into his mouth, while he just seemed like the greedy, lazy boy who sucked up all the goodies without doing any of the labor. He did however tell me where to find Damien. He told me the area, the cabin number and even the fastest way to get there. Then Derek called me a faggot and told me to get out of his house. I guess it was worth it though. I mean I wasn't looking for a fuck-friend or anything like that and at least I wouldn't be going to find Eric while being sexually deprived. I guess now I could think with my head instead of my dick. Either way, I was going to find him. I left late that same night, knowing that I would need to get some stuff ready to go all the way out there. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ DAMIEN "What was that?" I asked him to repeat. "We were going to get married," Eric said and gave one of his simple little smiles. I wasn't sure to laugh at this guy or feel bad for him. He seemed so serious about it, to the point that I think he expected me to believe him. I just smiled and looked at him almost like he was a little kid. He did have a real puppy dog stare that was sort of attractive, but sometimes over-attractive like he was as harmless as a hamster. Still, how many people married hamsters? "Yeah, but I guess my ring was as lost as my memory," I explained to him in a blunt, effortless way that seemed almost like making fun of him was one of the easiest things to do. It was kind of easy to do, but it also seemed like he really didn't have a sense of humor. I looked at his face and his true discouragement. He seemed so . . . sad. I knew that I had crushed him by then because of the way he wasn't looking in my face any longer and instead it seemed like he was trying to escape the room to prevent any more embarrassment. "You . . . you were serious?" I asked, suddenly. "Yeah, I was," he said softly and buried his hands in his palms. He had his eyes hidden and for a moment I wondered if he was crying? I mean I absolutely hated when guys cried, but I wasn't sure if he was crying. It seemed like he was trying to smother himself in his hands now. Was he trying to kill himself? For some reason, a feeling of regret came over me. I didn't know where it came from though. This guy was fucking annoying. He was pissing me off with how sensitive he seemed, so why did I feel like I had a reason to apologize. He was annoying because he was making me sensitive for some reason. It was a feeling that was from my old memory . . . I was sure now. I mean I suddenly felt like I knew that he had low self-esteem even though I didn't know so much about Eric still. It was crazy how the feeling came to me, but I knew it was from my past. "Look, I know you went out on a limb to say that," I told him and sort of gave him a sly look, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that." "God! If you don't believe me, don't pretend like you do," he said thoroughly, "I'm not a goddam kid, you don't have to make me feel happy." I got so confused, "It's just so strange. If I didn't believe you, I would tell you. But the thing is . . . part of me doesn't believe you, but then part of me does. I don't understand." He suddenly snapped back to that other comfortable side of him that stared deeply into my eyes in adoration, "It's your memory coming back!" "I don't even know . . . I'm so confused." It was no lie. I mean, I was really confused. It seemed like my fucking phrase now. Damien was confused. I was always lost. I didn't understand why I didn't understand and I didn't understand what it was that I didn't understand. I was just completely lost in my surroundings. Everything around me seemed to disappear almost like I wasn't there. I was getting lost in translation. The feeling crept on me and blew me away. That was when I realized that Eric was standing right next to me. "Look, relax," Eric said softly, "Its ok to be confused. I guess I have been a little confused too, not really knowing what I wanted since you were gone. But now . . . it seems like I've found where I want to be again." He cuddled up next to me and we fell asleep. It was a very different kind of sleep. It was romantic to the point of embarrassment. The warm light next to a nice guy whose hands were soft. My head was lain against his bare chest and yet his chest was warm because of all the candle fire. The bright sparks fell against us as we lay around the fireplace. He wrapped his arm around me and I felt so comfortable. He used on hand to press my head firmly against his chest. I stopped trying to remember the past all of a sudden and just calmly relaxed away until I completely forgot about all the problems I were facing as far as memory and being kidnaped. I felt completely free and at ease. I even forgot the thing about the marriage thing. All I could think about was his warm, hard, bare chest and the beating of his heart as I lay against it. Eric woke me up suddenly, shaking me slightly by my back. He looked drop dead gorgeous standing over me the way he was. He reminded me of how Robbie looked like the first time I saw him. I wasn't in love with either one and that was for sure. I had never told Robbie that I loved him, even though he had said it a couple of times. Eric was lovable, but I wasn't in love with him. Truthfully all I could really think about was getting my memory back. Did that make me selfish? "Hey." "Yeah, what is it?" "Jay went out to go get some wood. I want you to call Robbie." "Why?" I asked.
He looked a little hesitant as he explained, "I don't know how to say this, but I'll try. Basically I changed my mind. I don't want you to have to be here against your will. I'm gonna let you go so you could be happy." "You don't think you make me happy?" "I want what is the best for you. I think you being here is bringing a lot of negative energy to you that you don't deserve. Byron and the others have been talking about doing some stuff like bruising you up a little to make Robbie know we are serious. I can't let them do that. I'm gonna let you go." The fear that Byron had actually been thinking about hurting me seemed a little like a spring into reality. Eric had made this time seem so comfortable for me that I thought this kidnaping was like a picnic or something. Now that Derek was gone, I figured it would be the end of all the rough-housing stuff. I guess I was wrong. These guys seemed desperate and desperate men did desperate things. "What about Jay and Byron?" "I don't care. We are going to have to sneak at night, I think it will work. Robbie will protect you from Byron. I rather you are safe with Robbie then in danger with me." "I don't know what to say." He reached over and brushed my head almost like you would do to a kid brother, "Funny, every time I saw you I was speechless too." I let out a little blush but didn't really say anything. I didn't know if to call Eric sweet or stupid. I guess he was a little bit of both. The power of attraction was the most dangerous power in the world. I didn't know what Eric liked about me so much, but it seemed to have him hooked. He was now saying that he was going to abandon his whole plan just so that I could be safe and I didn't have to suck him off or anything. He took me into the next room, where he said he had a cell phone set up. It was a little after midnight and it was real dark outside and in the house in general. There were a few candles and then the giant light that came from the fireplace but that was really it. I could hardly see outside from the misty windows. Eric picked up the phone and dialed Robbie's number. <Damien? Damien, is it really you?> he asked, almost as though in total disbelief. I was always told my voice was rare in a sexy Ja Rule kinda way, so I figured that he would have recognized it. <Of course it's me Robbie.> I answered blankly. <Wow, it feels so good to hear your voice after all this while. I was afraid that they were going to hurt you! Damien we gotta get you out of there. Eric is a liar. Don't believe anything he says...you hear me?!> The stern controlling tone in his voice kinda made my mind go into a different form of second-guessing. He had me second-guessing Eric. I looked at Eric now. He was leaning close by, pretending not to listen, but I knew for sure that he was listening. Our eyes locked and I wondered if he heard the comment that Robbie made about him being a liar. He really didn't look like a liar. He looked so sweet and innocent, like he was going to love me forever. <I'm fine. They are treating me ok. I mean everything is really cool.> I thought that Robbie would be happy to hear that but instead I felt an anger roaring at me at that moment for reasons that I didn't understand. <NO! What are you? Stupid?> <Excuse me?> I asked over the phone in disbelief. I figured that maybe since we were all the way in the mountains, the phone was cutting out words. I mean Eric did say that he only got a signal a few times a day from in the cabin. "Damien, could you please hurry? I think Jay is on his way up the hill." "Ok, gimme one minute." <Who is that? Eric? They are trying to get closer to you Damien, so that you won't press charges on them for the kidnaping! You gotta get smarter than that Damien! They are con artists!> I looked at Eric. He was way too close for comfort. The feeling that perhaps he was listening in on my conversation weighed over me. I moved further away from him and towards the open window, almost on the opposite side of the room. Robbie was really scaring me now with this. The scary part was that I didn't know Eric or I didn't understand why I didn't immediately trust the words of Robbie over those of Eric. My mind and emotions were going on a whirlwind. <Robbie, are you sure? These guys seem real sincere. Eric says he is trying to get my memory back and says that maybe a solitary place like this can help.> There was a thick silence and I knew it was most likely of disapproval. It sounded stupid and false, but he wasn't there to understand what I was feeling. The emotions I felt here weren't reasonable unless you were in the same situation as me, feeling the way I felt. <So what...you want to be there or something? You rather be in some old cabin then with me?> Fuck! I know it sounded stupid. The last thing I wanted was for Robbie to think that I was abandoning him at all. But then again...was I? Had I already abandoned Robbie? After I kissed Eric and all. I mean, the kiss was the only thing that I had thought about for the last two days. Before apologizing I paused, <Wait...how'd you know I was in a cabin?> <Because everyone here knows where you are Damien. Eric's boyfriend Adrian told us about Byron and we connected the dots. It's only a matter of time before I get my boys and come to get you, but that is only if you want to be recovered.> <Robbie...there is no need to come here. Eric let me make this call so that we can set up a trade. He said he will let me go without his friends knowing about it.> <Bullshit!> I looked out the window. It was Jay. He was climbing up the snow-capped hill with firewood and a long axe in his hand. Shit! I couldn't hang up the phone just yet. <Why?> I asked, clearly impatient. <I could take them by force, beat his ass and then get him arrested. He still fucked with me, he can't back out now.> I couldn't believe my ears. <Why the fuck not?! Why do you give a fuck about that? I thought that you wanted me back!> <You don't understand.> <What don't I understand? Is this about him or me? Why do you care how he lets me go, as long as he lets me go? The only bullshit is what you're telling me!> <You don't understand! Just tell him that he either has two terms. Either he gives you up and surrenders along with you or we are coming out there to get both of you. I'm not gonna kill him, but trust me...he is going to wish he was dead when we are through.> There was a big slam. I was pissed. I was beyond pissed. My ears were burning about what he said. He made it seem so personal between him and Eric. I could tell that they had history. I had heard Robbie sound bitter, but this bitterness seemed almost to the point of insanity and irrational behavior. I didn't understand why he wanted Eric to not only let me loose, but to also give himself up. Robbie seemed so forceful on the phone and I had never seen him so jealous of me talking. Robbie really didn't seem like the jealous type at all. I mean there was the thing with Quarrion, but Robbie swore up and down that Quarrion was only using me so that he could take the Syndicate Chain away from him. <Hello! Hello!> Shit...he hung up the phone on me... "Who are you talking to?" a voice suddenly said, appearing from inside the room. I turned and saw Jay. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Questions and Comments are appreciated for sum1plezzCall_911@hotmail.com