1 comments/ 31962 views/ 5 favorites Che: A Bi Beginning By: OnnaDare Lit paper 2003 Daniel pushed open the heavy steel door of the student art studios and stepped into the bright, hot midday light of an early September afternoon, blinking against the sun. He pulled out his dark shades, slipping them on as he strode across the pavement shimmering in the heat towards the Commons, the sidewalks crowded with a flood of students scurrying to their first-week classes. He checked his watch, and smiling at some pretty blondes as they sashayed by in shorts, and figured he'd have some time to grab a smoke and a soda and check out this year's crop of talent before he was due at the dojo for his weekly Tae Kwon Do class. Leaning back against a tree near the Commons entrance, he lit up a hand-rolled smoke retrieved from his well-worn, well-loved cigarette case, the sun glinting off its silver, satiny-dull from years of use, the Cyrillic monogram spelling out V.A.N. Vasily Anton Novikov. It was his fathers, just about the only thing he had left of him. He'd left him, and his Philosophy Professor Mother ten years ago, moving back to Moscow, losing his visa after their bitter divorce. As Daniel grew into his dark, exotic good looks he constantly reminded his mother of the man who romanced, philandered, and ultimately abandoned her, and he bore the brunt of her wrath and withdrawal of any affection, or even, attention. An only child, he was often lonely. But, as he matured, attention and affection from women, who were drawn to his dark, wounded intensity and lean, muscled body, and he noticed, even attention from some men – that was not a problem. He'd found solace early, and often, with the leggy blondes he preferred, who were drawn to his mysterious, dark eyes and olive skin, thick, shaggy dark waves and a chiseled face that barely gave a hint to his ethnicity. But, sometimes he missed, he wondered, he longed for, strong, masculine arms to hold him, comfort him, tell him that everything was going to be alright, that he was wanted, loved. Someone like him. Even though he was born and raised in this Midwestern college town, sometimes he felt like he really was an outsider, from some strange foreign land, something missing. If not, he looked the part, at least, of someone bohemian, artsy...different. Daniel was often mistaken for a Hispanic or Middle-Eastern or some other international student, which was a source of unending amusement to him. "If I had a quarter for every time somebody came up to me and asked me how I liked this country, I'd have $17.75," he grinned to himself, noticing some boldly inquisitive glances from the passers-by. A sweet-faced girl, her brown hair in braids, gave him a curious look as she passed by and he smiled a hello. She stopped briefly, her voice unnaturally loud and bright as she over-enunciated, "Hello to you! Do you need any help?" Exhaling a stream of smoke, he smirked back, his voice low and drawling, "Not really, darling. Do you?" The dark-haired girl, taken aback, stammered a reply, "Ohhh, I'm...sorry. You look lost. I th-thought you were, no offense..." Daniel cut her off with a bored sigh and a rakish smile, "A foreign student. No offense taken." Daniel slipped the case back into his jeans pocket, smoking and nodding as he smiled welcomes to the pretty young things entering the Commons, enjoying the sunny scenery. His gaze was caught by a red vintage Toyota Land Cruiser pulling up to a parking spot by the curb. A dark-haired girl, her full curves highlighted by a black sundress, jumped from the passenger side, blowing kisses to the driver as she strode off down the sidewalk, her dark, wavy locks and leather back-pack swinging behind her. The driver stepped out of the immaculate vintage 4x4, tall, long-haired, and rock-star lean, his denim shirt unbuttoned and showing his toned chest decorated with a hippie-ish handmade beaded necklace. His eyes were hidden by mirrored aviator shades as he stretched and yawned in the heat. He began sauntering towards the entrance, his step languid, like he was moving to some music that only he could hear. "Probably the Doors," Daniel thought wryly, exhaling in his direction, "or maybe Pink Floyd. Hell, he looks like the second coming of Jim Morrison." Daniel caught his mirrored gaze as the vintage 4x4 driver passed by him, "Nice ride. That a Land Cruiser? What year?" "1979, FJ40," the rock-star driver said, stopping as he lowered his shades to get a better view of the commentator, "All original, my friend." "Shit, I'm impressed. You don't see many like that around, in that good of shape. Must have set you back a bunch," Daniel countered, smiling a welcome wreathed in smoke, "Where'd you find it?" "It's my Dad's," Rock-star smiled back, shaking his long brown curls out of his dark eyes, "He likes to drive it to Mexico every once in a while, but he doesn't use it much, and it holds a lot of cargo, so he let me use it to move my stuff in. Shit, he's got like, a million cars, so I don't even think he'll notice that it's gone. You like this one, you should see my favorite car, it's a cherry-red 1970 Boss 302 with a 351 Cleveland, now that's a ride, son." "Hey," Rock-star continued, "Can I bum a smoke? I was going in to get a pack, but," he shrugged, waving his hands, "Yours smell good. That a hand-rolled?" "Yup," Daniel replied, drawing out his silver case and snapping it open, "European tobacco. I get it at the tobacco shop on the College Hill. Try it. It's pretty good, and there's no additives or anything, so..." Rock-star took the offered cigarette, lighting it and taking a deep draw of the rich smoke, "You have very good taste," he exhaled, "Thanks for the tip, ummm," He shook his curls, smiling widely, "I'm Richard, Richard Weston the III, and you're?" "Daniel. Daniel Novikov," he smiled back, "And no, just for the record, I'm not a foreign exchange student, or a C.I.A. operative, I just portray one on television. Actually, I'm...into art, sculpture, mostly. That's what my major is supposed to be, anyway. But mostly, for now, it's partying." "That's my major, too, if my credits transfer," Richard smirked back, the hand-roll dangling from his lips, "Art – and partying. Or maybe I'll just start a band, who knows? Uh, you down for a drink or something? It's gotta be five-o-clock somewhere, right? Or maybe... it's 4:20?" Richard's dark eyes narrowed, "If you're down? I live a couple of blocks, that way," he murmured, "We just moved in." "4:20? I'm down." Daniel grinned at the invitation, "We? So, that's your girlfriend?" his head nodded in the direction that the dark-haired girl took, "She's pretty hot." "Shit, Ashley? Naw, she's just my roommate. We transferred in from our last college together, long story," he waved his hand dismissively, "We've known each other for, like, ever." Richard laughed, "She had some...errands to do for me. Let's blow." They hopped into the 4x4, Richard gunning the engine, the windows down and the radio blasting classic rock as they sped off to Richard's apartment, the top floor of a somewhat shabbily genteel large Victorian mansion just a few blocks away from campus. Richard threw open the door and they navigated through the piles of boxes, the afternoon sun glinting through the leaded glass windows, the hardwood floors gleaming. "Grab a piece of floor, my brother," Richard grinned as he disappeared down a hall, "Turn on the stereo, you pick the CD, and I'll get the goodies." "I know this house," Daniel called to Richard's back, "I used to party with some guys that lived here when I was in High School. How's the rent? It was pretty expensive, back then. There's like five bedrooms, right? They had to have 6 guys living here just to make it." Richard reappeared around a stack of boxes, holding a cigar box, his eyes dancing. "No worries there, it's just me and Ash. We make it just fine. Ahh, I see you've found my favorite CD, god, I love Coltrane. Let's smoke!" They smoked and joked, lounging on the floor, the expensive stereo wailing out some smoky, old-school jazz. "Good call on the tunes, Daniel," Richard grinned as they passed the spicy smoke, "I can see you've got very good taste – exactly like mine." CD's were changed, beers were opened, and Richard picked up a guitar from behind a pile and strummed along as they whiled away the afternoon, smoking and talking about girls, old-school jazz, vintage cars, abstract art and European masterworks, which, much to Daniel's envy, Richard had seen in person, many times. He'd been to London. He'd been to Barcelona. He'd been to Amsterdam. They shared a million tales, of a million interesting things, and they lounged together, passing joints and talking like they'd known each other forever. Richard listened attentively, his eyes dark and wide, his smiles frequent and welcoming and they huddled together on the floor, intent on their conversation, which flowed fast and furious, deep and profound. There seemed to be an instant fusion between the two, an electric spark of – you could almost say, attraction? Daniel, intrigued, flattered, and mesmerized, shook the thought from his head, blaming it on the spicy weed. "I'm fucked up," he mused, "There's no fucking chance he's anything but straight." Richard's phone chimed, shattering the mellow mood, and he swiftly checked it, remarking, "My Dad. I'm taking this, just a sec." He motioned Daniel to silence, picking up, "Dad! How great to hear from you! -- Yeah, I'll have the Land Cruiser back this weekend, but only if I can get the Mustang, okay?-- Yes, we're all moved in. Oh, could you send me a bump, me and Ashley have to buy some furniture.-- Awesome, I'll check my account for it tonight, after I hook my comp up. And yes, we got it all paid up for the year. Thank you, Dad! Ash sends hugs. -- Love you, too." Daniel eyed Richard enviously as he snapped his phone shut, "Must be rough. Now I know why you're not very worried about how much this place, or this kind bud, costs." "White man's burden, my brother," Richard smirked, his dark eyes locked on Daniel's, "Yes, being the scion of the Weston fortune does have it's advantages – plus, I've got them wrapped around this," he crooked his little finger, "All I have to do is stay in school, and not get indicted for murder, and it's all good to them as long as I don't bother them with my presence too often. Works for me." Daniel, lounging on the floor, nicely toasted, glanced up at the window, the golden light glowing a bit dimmer, and looked at his watch. "Shit, it's nearly seven -o- clock," he mumbled, "No Tae Kwon Do for me tonight, not that I'm in any shape for it, anyway." "I've studied some martial arts," Richard smiled slyly, his dark eyes issuing a challenge, "Wanna spar? Come on, show me your best moves." Jumping to his feet, he threw off his shirt, his hairless chest and toned abs golden in the light. He assumed a ready stance, giggling and throwing exaggerated kicks at Daniel, still lounging on the floor, "Let's go, Bruce Lee." Daniel jumped to his feet, laughing and circling Richard, ducking and weaving, batting away his attempts, feigning right and left and coming up behind him in one swift move, pinning Richard's one arm behind him, his other muscled arm wrapping around his neck in a choke hold, his strong, sinewy leg firmly planted between Richard's struggling knees, Richard laughing uproariously. "Give up?" Daniel breathed in Richard's ear, his lips dangerously close to his cheek, which smelled of patchouli and cannabis, "Say Chuck Norris, or I won't let you go." "Chu...ck fucking N...orr...is," Richard gasped, laughing, as Daniel released him, "You're not shitting, my man, you know your stuff. Damn you, you've won this round, Mr. Lee!" He turned around, his hands gripping Daniel's shoulders as he grinned widely, his eyes sparkling, "Good job, my friend." He pulled Daniel to him, hugging him warmly, slapping him on the back, "We're alike, you and me. Like brothers, almost, eh? Let's go get some Chinese, my treat. I've got the mad munchies." From then on, you could say they were pretty much inseparable. Every minute not spent in class, or sleeping, or working at the student art studios they were together, partying, eating, hanging out, or going for long, aimless cruises in one of Richard's Dad's endless supply of borrowed cars. Richard always had plenty of money, and loved to spend it, plenty of friends who loved to party, and plenty of pussy, and loved to share it. There were wild parties every weekend, dutifully hosted by Ashley, and lots of party favors and arty party girls, always willing to hook up in one of the spare bedrooms of the large apartment with one of the two dark-haired, dark-eyed, golden-tanned party gods and then get gone in the morning, before Daniel limped home to his small basement apartment to sleep yet another one off. One Friday afternoon in October, they were sitting together on Richard's newly-bought antique leather sofa that they'd scored at one of the local shops, passing joints, bare feet up on the coffee table, downing some ice-cold brews, listening to music, watching cartoons with the sound off and making plans for the night's festivities, as the sun grew thin and dim. "We really should get some more beer," Daniel said through a haze of smoke, "Before we can't – or don't want to move. Where's Ashley? I thought you said she'd be bringing us some food by now." "Running some errands for me. She'll be back, if she knows what's good for her," Richard drawled, "We're gonna wait for her, that's for sure. She might have something more for us than just food," his eyes narrowed, his smile sly, "Candy, bro. Nose candy." Ashley's key turned in the lock, and she flounced into the room, exclaiming, "Hello, boys! Mommy's home!" Drawing a wad of cash from her leather jacket, she threw it down on the coffee table, drawing up a chair, her dark eyes sparkling. "No Chinese take-out, Ash?" Richard cocked an eyebrow, "Or did you bring us some...Bolivian?" "What's the hurry, boys? Of course I came through for you," She drew a hand mirror and a silver straw from her backpack, "Oh, and there's your money – I got, umm, all your "errands" done for you." Ashley dangled a baggie packed with white, crystalline powder over Richard's lap, "To the victor, the spoils." Richard's dark eyes danced, "Boo-ya! That's my bitch!" The trio, grinning with giddy anticipation, began to consume the potent blow. Rails were chopped, Richard saving the biggest for, "His best-est bro," and Daniel leaned in to the sparkling powder, inhaling through a silver straw that Ashley offered. He felt a surge of crackling electricity rise up his spine, the powerful rush hitting him as he threw his head back, savoring the astringent burn of the potent flake. Talking excitedly, making exceedingly outrageous plans, (Let's start a commune! We really should get our band going!) - sharing secrets, (Ash is bi! I hate my Dad! Hey, me, too! ) they burned through line after line, each bump sending them higher and higher, Richard and Ashley exchanging knowing, furtive glances. Ashley, her thumb and forefinger pinching her nostrils, rose and stretched, "I don't know about you boys, but I'm fucked up!" She giggled, her eyes wide and wild, "I'm gonna take a shower and mellow out, okay? Now, don't miss me too much, ya hear?" "Whatever, Ash," Richard mumbled while he changed the CD, and wandered off in search of a beer, "Just a sec, I gotta pee. Catch a bump, brother." Daniel, his buzz in full effect, did another line, listening to the shower splashing and Ash and Richard's giggling in the bathroom. "Goddamn, coke makes me horny," he mused idly, adjusting his jeans over his thickening cock, electric waves and sparkles flowing through him, "We should go out and score some pussy." Richard, his eyes sly and bright, flopped down on the couch next to him, offering a beer as he slung his arm over Daniel's shoulder. "Ahh! I'm so high!" he laughed, "All we need is a little extra "diversion' to make this evening complete, don't we? So, you got any ideas?" "We could call up some chicks," Daniel murmured, "I could use a little "diversion," if you know what I mean." "I do, my brother, but we don't exactly have to call anybody." Richard purred, his dark eyes narrow, "So, umm, did you wanna do Ash? 'Cuz that's cool with us. I talked to her in the bathroom. She's yours...for the taking, if you want her." "Yeah, that's...cool. But what about you? I mean..." Daniel felt his libido surge, his head swimming with the possibilities, the thought of Ashley, nude and wet, Richard close to him on the couch, the combination of chemicals and Richard's warm, muscled arm around him tantalizing. "Both of us, my brother. Ash loves a double-team," Richard leaned in, his hand reaching up to ruffle Daniel's shaggy waves, "She'll fuck us both – it's pretty hot. So, you down?" Daniel's eyes, smoldering with lust, locked Richard's as he softly intoned, little electric shivers going down his spine, "I'm down." Richard stood, pulling off his t –shirt, his lean form shadowed in the dimming light. Shaking his long curls from his eyes, he lit a cigarette, leaning in the doorway as they waited for Ashley to appear. Ash stepped into the room, wrapped in a black silk kimono robe, her wet, dark hair pulled into a pony-tail, her mouth twisted in a sexy smirk. She ducked past Richard leaning on the doorframe, and he whispered to her as she stared towards Daniel, her dark eyes hooded and sly. "Daniel," she cooed as she crossed to the couch, sliding in next to him, "I heard about you two boys "predicament," and I'd love to help you out. Both of you. Is that okay with you, baby?" She leaned over him, her full lips grazing his cheek, her pink tongue reaching out ever-so-slightly to touch his earlobe. She breathed out, her voice sultry, "I've been watching you for a long time, Daniel. I see the way you look at me. Take off your shirt, honey." Daniel, his senses alive with electric waves, pulled her to him, his mouth meeting hers roughly, swiftly. His tongue flooded her mouth, the raw sensations overtaking him as his hands slid along her back, taking in the ripe curves of her shoulders, her waist, his cock pulsing with sudden lust, spurred by the potent coca. He slipped the satin robe off her shoulders, pale and smooth in the dim light, her cleavage ample as she threw her head back, Daniel's lips at her neck. He reached down, tracing a wet line from her neck to her round breasts, tugging at the tie of the robe. It loosened and fell, her pale nude body glowing in the light, her rounded breasts heaving, as Daniel's searching lips found her shower-warmed, damp nipples, already erect from the cool air and her arousal. He sucked them greedily, his lips and tongue swirling them, his mind in a libidinous fog as he turned from one to another, his hands squeezing and cupping. He could feel his erection, almost painfully tight in his jeans, urgent, throbbing for release as he stroked her soft skin, her newly-scrubbed scent light and sweet, like lilacs and sunshine. His hands moved from her breasts to her face, her mouth, his fingers tracing over her parted, sighing lips, her tongue reaching out to slide between his fingertips. Her dark eyes stared down at him, taking in her darkly muscled new partner, reveling in his sharp, sudden lust. She shifted her gaze upwards at Richard, standing over them, her eyes signaling towards him to take a position next to her. He snuggled into her back, his hands reaching down to slip the loosened robe from her, tossing it to the floor, the ripe curves of her hips and thighs now exposed, as she writhed against Daniel, still continuing his oral caresses at her full mounds. Che: A Bi Beginning Daniel pulled away, his eyes taking in her ripe, voluptuous, nude body, as Ash leaned back, purring and rubbing against the cool leather, her arm reaching over his shoulder. "Time to strip, boys," she cooed, "It's only fair." Daniel quickly shed his t-shirt and jeans, "Going commando - has its advantages," he thought wildly, his mind and libido racing at break-neck speed, his dark hardness now fully exposed to them both. He glanced at Richard, standing and likewise shedding his jeans and boxers, exposing his rock-hard erection framed by soft brown pubic curls, his lean, sinewy form tan and golden in the dim light, as he re-joined Ash and Daniel on the couch. She turned, her full lips finding Richard's mouth, her hands straying behind her, stopping to stoke Daniel's chest, her fingertips grazing his small oval nipples, his firm pecs, as she slid her fingertips through his fine, silky chest-hairs, reaching up to his chin, pulling him towards her. Daniel's lips and searching mouth found the nape of her neck, kissing and sucking greedily, as he pulled her towards him, his arm around her waist, his dusky pole, now rigid and pulsing, nestling between her firm, round ass-cheeks, her soft, smooth back pressing against his chest. Her hands were at Richard's face, holding it fast, and he probed her wet mouth, his tongue at once familiar and forceful, his dark bedroom eyes open and gazing past her at Daniel, whose face was buried in Ash's neck. Daniel's eyes were shut, his lips wet and parted, as he rubbed and nuzzled, breathing deeply as his strong hands roamed Ash's body, sliding from her breasts, over her rounded belly, slipping between her slightly parted, shivering thighs, his fingers swirling and cupping her softly curled, damp triangle. Richard broke his kiss, his lips tracing a line to her erect nipple, his hands parting her thighs, his fingertips playfully sliding over Daniels searching hands. Daniel's eyes snapped open, seeing Richard gazing at him, smiling mischievously, his tongue touching his upper lip. His long fingers reached up to slip through Daniel's dark waves as he softly chuckled, "So, Ashley – doll, I'll let you make the call, for once. Who gets the honors?" Ashley twisted away from Daniel's hands, sprawling back against the leather, "Decisions, decisions," she sighed, her finger circling over her moist, reddened pout, "I've got a taste for something. Something hard, and dark. And something I've never had before." She turned to Daniel, surveying his lean body, muscles shadowed in the dim light. He was breathing deeply, all his senses afire with waves of anticipation, powerful rushes and arousal, as his smoldering dark eyes met hers. Her wide eyes tilted upwards in a smile as she purred, her voice low, "Daniel – Ashley's gonna make it all better. Let me suck you, baby." Ashley leaned in, her lips skimming over his abs, her tongue reaching out to flicker over his belly-button. She squirmed into position sideways on the couch, her knees tucking under her, her long, graceful fingers sliding up Daniel's strong thighs, parting them slightly as her face dipped low, her round ass poised provocatively, her sex exposed to Richard, inviting him to enter and play. She knew her role. Richard and Ashley had discussed it at length. She was to pleasure and tease, arouse Daniel, tantalize and ensnare. Richard would do the rest, as he wanted, as he'd done before, and would do again. What Richard wanted, Richard got. And what Richard wanted now was to mold his best friend into his new twin, the incestuously bisexual brother his parents never gave him, the one thing he wanted most and the only thing they'd ever denied him. How dare they deny him anything? "But what Ashley wants right now is a good fucking," she thought wantonly as her lips sunk down on his throbbing rod, "and what Ash wants, Ash gets, too." Daniel threw his head back, his nostril flaring, his dark eyes shutting as he felt the full, warm lips descend over his slick cock-head, her wet tongue searching and circling, as waves of lust crashed over him. She lapped the length, her open mouth sliding, her tongue flat and firm against him, and he savored the heady, double rushes of refined coca and raw, uninhibited sex. His hips thrust against her as she took the head into her slick mouth, penetrating and re-penetrating, her head bobbing in a slow, smooth rhythm, her fingertips softly stroking the soft dark curls of his parted thighs. Ash, her ebony eyes intense, shifted her gaze from Daniel's openly aroused face to Richard, watching them from above as he stood over them, his hand at his thick tool as he pumped it languidly, mouthing silent cues to Ashley, his own hooded gaze fixed on their new play-thing, primed and ready for their seduction. Richard's hand left his pulsing cock, straying to Ashley's rounded ass-cheeks, cupping and squeezing, spreading the firm mounds, his fingertips slipping into the soft folds of her wet slit. She shivered with pleasure at his rough, familiar touch as she withdrew from Daniel's slick rod, licking her lips. Her fingertips softly stroked the warm, dampened curls covering his throbbing balls as she reached her wet lips to Daniel's, offering him a kiss. "How are you doing, Daniel, my baby?" She breathed, nuzzling her firm breasts against his chest, her hard nipples brushing his, "You're so hard and hot, I need that big cock in me." Ashley twisted around, her sly glance meeting Richard's as he nodded his assent. She settled back, lying on the couch, her hands behind her head and her eyes shut dreamily as she murmured, "Fuck me, baby, put it in me while you watch me suck Richard's cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Daniel scrambled to position himself between her parted thighs, his eyes fixed on the small dark triangle pointing the way to her sex, from her firm clit, the soft folds a shade of flushed pink to her darker pink slit, shiny and wet. He dipped two fingers in her, gently thrusting and twisting, and withdrew them, spreading her slick juices over the pulsing lips. Daniel, his heart pounding, wildly aroused, guided his purplish mushroomed cock-head to the wet slit, parting the slick flesh. He teased her with small thrusts, barely entering her, his roughened hands assisting him as he spread her thighs widely, opening her to him fully. Ashley's breathing deepened, small, purring moans escaping from her opened, moist lips, her grinding hips rising to meet his tiny thrusts. Daniel's smoldering gaze shifted to her dreamy face, watching her throw back her head, her back arching, her full, heaving mounds and stiff nipples inviting his rough touch. "You want me?" Daniel hissed, his rod slipping into her another pleasurably agonizing inch, "All of me, Ashley? Say it." "I want... all of...fuck, yes... youuu..." Ash groaned, her hips jerking upwards savagely to meet his veined, pulsing rod. He bore into her, his cock hitting bottom with a savage thrust, as his hands went to her hips, lifting her to him. Daniel felt the delectable friction, the wet tension of her quivering sex, and he ground into her, lost in the waves of lust and coca-fired passion, his entire body focused, his mind electric. Daniel, lost in his own lust, his focus on the libidinous sight of his dusky rod disappearing into her tight pink slit, snapped out of his reverie to see Richard, facing him, kneel and mount her, his thick cock stifling the small moans escaping her full lips to a muffled, "Mnnnmf...mmmff," as Richard's stiff pole probed her pout. Richard steadied himself, one hand holding tightly to the back of the couch, as he relaxed his thrusting, letting Ashley's talented mouth lead the pace. His dark bedroom eyes fixed slyly on Daniel, and he studied his tag-team partner's face, watching him for the signs of ecstasy that Richard knew, oh-so well, intending to make a small, subtle move. One that would let Richard know. Let him know that he could make another. And another, in due time. "Daniel, my brother," he groaned a command, his voice low, "Look at me." Daniel glanced up from his laser-like focus on Ashley's dripping pussy filled with his pulsing rod, to Richard's intense, lustful face, catching Richard's dark eyes with his own. Richard smiled, his mouth open and panting, as his hand reached up to "brace" himself on Daniel's muscled shoulder, waiting for Daniel to flinch or twist away. He did neither. Richard murmured softly, his hand warmly massaging the firm, shadowed muscles, his smoldering eyes fixed on Daniel's, "Do you like my gift to you, my brother? Remember, to the victors, the spoils --" "Uhnn huhh," Daniel groaned, his lust spiking at Richard's erotic gaze, his firm touch, "I like...it...oh, god...yesss." Richard's hand reached to Daniel's cheek, their twin dark eyes still locked. Richard tossed his curls from his face, his eyes dancing as his fingers strayed to Daniel's open, wet lips, his fingertips lightly sliding along Daniel's seeking mouth. "Fuck her, my brother... fuck her hardddd," Richard moaned, his hips now moving roughly against Ashley's face, "Fuck, yes, fucking hurt that pussy...mmm...mmm...it's yours to fuck..." Daniel's tongue reached out boldly to brush against Richard's probing fingertips, marveling at the feelings of raw, barbaric lust that flooded his body, burning through him in a direct, brutal line, their dark eyes intent on each other's, daring each to greater heights. "To the victor, the spoils," he thought wantonly, his mind going to a ruthless and brutish place, "Two men, two victorious brothers-in arms, one woman between them, as old as fucking time." His lust spiked as he thrust ever-harder into Ash, lost in the overwhelming sensations of his throbbing erection in Ashley's tight, wetly spasming pussy, and Richard's serenely daring, libidinous gaze openly directed at him. There was no thought of Ashley, or her pleasure, and he tore into her with a primordial, archaic lust, the lust of the conquering barbarians for their triumphal spoils, the ancient bond of brothers. "You cumming, my brother? You close?" Richard cooed, his fingers slipping deeply into Daniel's open mouth, "Come for me. Share it with me." Daniel moaned savagely, feeling his hot seed racing through his cock, his wide dark eyes still locked on Richard's, "I'm fucking cumming...oh fuck, yessss...you fucking bitch...aghhh..." He thrashed against Ashley, his hips hard, his groin grinding as he felt his load unleash into her hot, slick slit. Richard's hands held his face firm, their dark eyes locked, as he reveled in the look of rapture in Daniel's eyes, groaning his thick orgasm into their willing prize, Daniel's sharp climax mirrored in Richard's own lustfully approving eyes. Daniel, spent and reeling, slowed his sharp thrusts and pulled out of Ashley's hot, throbbing pussy, flopping back onto the cool leather as he watched Richard slowly withdraw his thick cock from Ashley's dripping mouth, a broad smirk on his lips. He motioned to Ash wordlessly with a swift nod, and she hastily scrambled to all fours, her face buried in her forearms as she poised herself for entry by Richard's veined, pulsing tool, wet and shiny from her oral ministrations. He mounted her from behind, his wet cock sliding to the hilt in one vicious stroke, and he rode her mercilessly, his balls and groin slapping against her ass-cheeks as Richard, his brow furrowed with intent, grabbed her hips roughly, jerking her towards him with each rapid thrust. "You like it, don't you, you fucking bitch," he hissed at Ash's back, "You like to serve our two cocks, you little whore...oh fuck, yesss...you fucking bitch... oh, fuckkkk..." His cock invaded her slick, assaulted slit anew, pounding against her cruelly as his own orgasm raced towards its apogee. His moans strengthened, groaning forcefully as he spilled his seed inside her throbbing walls, and withdrew his still-engorged rod from her smarting, reddened sex, slick and shiny, her pussy dripping with the twin orgasms spent inside her. Richard rested his throbbing, purplish pole on her rounded ass-cheeks, his roughly elegant fingers disengaging from her hips to give her firm ass a squeeze and a playful slap. Ash turned, her dark eyes playful, and glanced over her shoulder to Richard as she whispered, "Did I do good, boys? Did you get your fill? I got fucking filled, to be sure." She rolled off the couch, her legs shaky as she crossed the room, murmuring something about needing a drink, and she disappeared down the hall, a soft chuckle trailing after her. Daniel, watching Ash slink from the room, reached for his cigarette case and hastily lit up, now suddenly aware of his still semi-aroused nudity. "What do you do now?" he thought, his mind racing as fast as his pulse, "I'd...better get dressed?" Richard must have read his thoughts, as he rose, stretching, and retrieved Daniel's jeans from the floor, throwing them into his lap with a sideways grin. "You be needing these?" Richard smirked, "Toss me a smoke, eh?" Daniel handed over the silver case and slipped on his jeans, settling back on the couch. Richard stepped into his jeans, and lighting up as well, flopped down next to Daniel, throwing his arm around him, pulling to him in a congratulatory hug, his warm body slightly damp from sweat, his scent clean and musky. "Daniel, you fucking busted that pussy like a porn star, my man!" He chuckled through a stream of smoke, "You've done this, I mean threesomes, before, right?" "Never," Daniel murmured, his eyes downcast, "But, yeah, it was pretty awesome." "First time! Fuck yeah!" Richard laughed, "Coulda fooled me, my brother." He jumped to his feet, throwing his arms in the air. "This is a cause for celebration! To the pubs! I'm buying, but we'd better walk, I'm a bit fucked up." Richard called down the hall to Ashley as he donned his shirt, "Ash! We're going out to celebrate. Don't wait up for us – and get this place cleaned up, would ya?" "I don't have a coat," Daniel muttered, feeling a bit of confused remorse over what had just taken place, and... how much he'd enjoyed it. All of it. "Maybe I'd better just go home." "Nonsense! We must mark this momentous occasion with alcoholic beverages, besides, it'll take the edge off the coke," Richard winked, his voice teasing, "Here, take one of mine, we wear the same size, my brother. And you'll look better in it than me, if that's possible." Richard offered a well-worn fatigue jacket, and they strode off into the night, giggling and whispering, Daniel, over his momentary remorse, started feeling flushed and buoyed by the lewd, delicious memories of what had taken place just minutes before. Strutting and laughing, they reminisced obscenely, hugging and high-fiving. Crossing onto the busy College Hill, the sidewalks packed with Friday night partiers, Richard spied a shop that was still open. They stepped in, buying tobacco and rolling papers, exchanging asides and whispering conspiratorially as they paid. "I wonder if she can guess what we've been up to," Richard hissed under his breath, barely containing his mirth, "Oh, thank you, my fine shopkeeper. And I'll take that," he pointed to a red t-shirt behind the counter with the iconic face of Che Guevara emblazoned on the front, "For my comrade, here." "Put it on," Richard grinned as Daniel complied, throwing off his shirt before the startled shop-girl, "Between my fatigue jacket and that t-shirt, you really do look like him, my brother. Che, I mean. You should grow a goatee." Richard reached up to playfully rumple Daniel's shaggy black hair, "Remember, comrade, from each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs, eh? That's why I'm buying tonight!" Much, much later, staggering home through the cold night wind, Daniel arrived at his apartment, grateful for the immediate, deep sleep that overtook him the minute his head hit the pillow. He awoke to a wicked hangover, his head pounding with confusion, recriminations and the too-much of everything he'd experienced the night before. He showered, lathering his body, washing away the night, and as his hands soaped his morning-aroused cock, his mind briefly strayed. To Richard, to Ashley, to the things they'd done, the way it felt, the way Richard touched him, looked at him, the way his cock responded to Richard's warmly erotic gaze, the unspoken taboo connection between them. "It was just the blow," he rationalized to himself, shaking the thoughts from his head, "Ashley's really hot. Yeah, it was just the blow." Still, being a bit confused by them, by it all, Daniel vowed to re-double his efforts on his neglected classes, and avoid Richard and Ash as best as he could. He'd respond to their frequent texts and voice messages with excuses of an important sculpture project that just had to be done, he swore. And he'd get back to them. Promise. When he'd see Ash wave to him from the studio door, he'd wave back, relieved that his welding mask hid his face, concentrating on his newest work, twin twined columns of sharp, shiny metal. But he couldn't stop thinking, re-living, last Friday. The vivid, swirling flashes of the way Richard touched him, the way he smelled, his arms holding him, warm, accepting, bonding like brothers over a newly-bought plaything. How Richard's lust shone in his dark eyes for him - oh yeah, and Ashley, too. "But... I'm straight," he'd think, rubbing the new growth on his chin - the goatee that Richard had suggested for him, "It was all Ashley's idea, I'm sure she just wanted me, but didn't want Richard to get jealous, yeah, that's it. She wants me." On Friday, Ash stepped into the sculpture studio, waving a hello and signaling Daniel to talk. She stood smiling a welcome as she waited impatiently, tapping her foot, while Daniel shut down the torch and pulled off his mask. "Daniel, darling!" she cooed, throwing her arms around his neck, her lips pressing to his cheek, "Richard sent me. He knows you've been busy, and by the way, your sculpture is really shaping up, love, but he wants – I mean, I want you to come over tonight. It's Richard's birthday tomorrow. I'm sure you've gotten our texts about the big blow-out Saturday, haven't you?" Ash took a breath and continued, purring into Daniel's ear, her lips close, "But, we want our own little party tonight, just us, eh? Oh, and I like your new look, it's quite Machiavellian, like...you're Daniel's "evil twin." Daniel inhaled, taking in Ashley's sultry, exotic scented perfume, her soft lips at his cheek. His libido stirred at the offer, "It... was Ashley's idea all along," he mused, flattered, "She's just appeasing him, playing along, and Richard just wants to please her. Why not?" He pulled away slightly, replying, "Anything you want, Ash. When should I be there?" Later that night, a scrubbed and ready Daniel made his way through the first snow-storm of the season, the November winds swirling the clean, fat flakes around him as he took the steps two at a time to Richard and Ashley's. Smoothing his hair, he adjusted his t-shirt, the one that Richard had bought for him, and knocking softly, his libido raging at the promise of another taboo encounter with them, he called through the door, "Richard? Ash? Hey, it's me." Richard called back through the door, his voice muffled, "Come on in. It's open. Go ahead and lock it up when you come through, would ya?" Daniel slid into the apartment, pulling off his jacket, "Hey Richard, what's the haps?" He continued, his eyes scoured around the room, completely dark save for the flickering of the widescreen opposite Richard, as he sat smoking, white wisps winding around him, "Where's Ash?" Che: A Bi Beginning Richard, shirtless and bare feet propped up on the low table before him, intoned softly over the mellow wail of reggae wafting from the stereo, his eyes never leaving the screen, "Ash couldn't make it, my brother. She had to go and pick something up for my little birthday bash. She's probably not gonna get back anytime soon, so, I'm afraid it's just us tonight, my comrade. Hope you're not too disappointed." Daniel stepped to the couch, taken aback as he glanced toward the brightly lit screen, alive with writhing blonde faux-lesbians, "Porn?" He smirked in the direction of the silent screen, "You miss her that much?" "Uh, no – not hardly. I went down to the porn store and got myself an early birthday present, is all." Richard gestured towards the coffee table, "Try a cone. I learned how to roll them when I was in Spain. That's the way everybody over there smokes. It's a turkish blend," he broke his intense gaze from the screen, his dark eyes widely smiling a welcome, "Only it's no "Camel," comrade. It's hash and tobacco, actually." Richard, eyeing him appreciatively, added, "Hey, you've grown out the goat – like I told you to. It looks pretty cool. Pull up a piece of the couch, and enjoy. How's the storm?" Daniel smiled and sat down next to Richard, lit up and settled back, his lungs filling with the heady blend, warm, light rushes moving through him. His gaze fixed likewise on the flickering widescreen, mesmerized by the lush sight of the two voluptuous blondes going at it for the camera. Even though they scarcely glanced at each other, Daniel could feel the electricity crackle between them as they silently watched the screen, the rich, spicy scent of their smoke filling the room, Daniel's cock thickening involuntarily at the scene. "Damn, she's fine," Daniel drawled through a stream of smoke, "You like blondes?" "They're good for an appetizer," Richard smirked, his dark eyes swiveling to Daniel's, "Like chardonnay before dinner. But," he purred, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, "I usually prefer something darker. And stronger." Daniel's eyes widened, catching Richard's, dark and sparkling with - mirth? Was he joking? Or was it something else? A hasty downward glance at Richard's tight jeans only half-confirmed his questions. Daniel glanced away from Richard's intense stare, embarrassed, suddenly aware of the swelling tension in his own jeans. He shifted uncomfortably, re-adjusting himself, hoping his mounting excitement wasn't that apparent. Richard's sinewy body, highlighted by the soft light of the screen, tempted him with the memories of last week, his warmth so close, his musky, clean scent so appealing. "Should I say something?" Daniel thought wildly, his heart pounding, " No, not just yet." As if reading his thoughts, Richard murmured, "Getting comfortable?" His dark, hooded eyes locked on Daniel's growing bulge, "You could unbutton, if you wanted. I don't mind. We should enjoy ourselves tonight, eh? I mean, it's only 3 hours to go until my birthday, we should chill. Just us." Daniel glanced up, his wide eyes meeting Richard's, his gaze open and warm, his head swimming with the possibilities of what had just been said. Richard turned back to the screen, his eyes staring and far-away and whispered to the air, his voice thick, "Have you ever jacked it with a guy before? It's pretty hot." "We should try." Richard whispered, his voice teasing, "If I show you mine, will you show me yours? It's only fair, brother." Richard, unzipped, pulling his hard cock out with a deft hand, already veined and pulsing, the dusky head shiny, a small drop of pre-cum wetting the tip. Daniel's eyes widened, taking in the engorged, pulsing member as Richard's hand closed around the firm shaft, his fingers sliding from base to tip in a soft, slow motion, Richard's eyes never leaving the screen before him. The faux-lesbians had finished, and another scene was unfolding, a dark-haired beauty and what appeared to be a gang scene. She was surrounded by hung, hard men, in varying stages of dress and undress, smiling and stroking, as the porn actors and the camera swarmed her ripe body. "Looks like Ash, doesn't it?" Richard murmured again, breaking the silence, "Fucking gonna take a bunch of cocks, just like she does for real. She loves it, bro. There's just something about a hard dick, isn't there? It makes me so fucking horny," he punctuated his words by firmer, faster strokes of his stiff pole, "I just love to see hard dick Show me yours." Richard turned his face towards Daniel's as he spoke, their eyes meeting. Daniel softly exhaled, his hands shaking as he unbuttoned his jeans under Richard's watchful, welcoming gaze, a small, lustful smile spreading across his sharp features "So far, so good, bro, " Richard purred, "Let me see that cock of yours. Fucking make it hard for me." Daniel, eyes locked on the screen, his mind reeling with lust and the forbidden newness, pushed aside his opened fly, revealing his thick rod, already pulsing and at attention. He gripped it tightly, his fist moving over its length, convincing himself that it was the porn, just the porn, not Richard, that was making him so hard. "That's it, so fucking good, you're so nice and stiff," Richard whispered, his smoldering eyes openly fixed on Daniel's rigid staff, "You stroke that cock." "This shouldn't feel so fucking great, but it...does," Daniel's mind raced as his hand flew faster over his throbbing erection, "I can't believe how good this feels, how fucking hot it is to see -" "My fucking dick is so hard, jesus, this feels good," Richard groaned, his voice mirroring Daniel's thoughts, "You feelin' it, too? I want to feel it," his voice dropped to a low whisper, "I want to touch you. Let me." Richard turned towards Daniel, as his hand left his own pulsing cock, and slid in close, his warm, hard body nestling into his. Daniel's hand relaxed its grip, falling away, and he leaned back against the leather, his eyes half-shutting, his breathing heavy and ragged as he waited in silence, his whole body alight with electric anticipation. Richard's hands strayed over Daniel's chest, briefly sliding over his firm pecs, the tips reaching under his t-shirt to slide along his flat, trembling stomach. His fingers found his shaft, curling around it as his fingertips softly kneaded the dark, curly hairs at the base. "Damn, you're fine," Richard sighed, his voice thick, "You're so fucking hard... you like this, don't you? I like doing this - to you. You're fucking sexy, you know that, don't you?" Daniel's body tensed, every nerve concentrated on the raw sensations that flooded him as Richard stroked his veined, throbbing pole, each rough touch bringing him to new, forbidden heights of pleasure. How could this feel so good, so right? It was so...wrong. He moaned, throwing his head back against the couch, his hands gripping the cushions, fighting back the urge to flood his semen into Richard's willing, expert hands. "I...I...I'm fucking gonna...come," He wailed softly, "Oh fucking god, it feels so good." Daniel squirmed under the heavy pressure of Richard's enthusiastic jacking, "On...fucking...myself, oh, goddd..." Daniels' orgasm peaked savagely, his climax flowing in hard, sharp waves, his hot seed spurting over Richard's pumping fist. He slowed his tempo, his fingers roughly firm on Daniel's shaft, letting the hot, sticky fluid run down, over his still-firm, still-pulsing member. Richard, wiping his hand on his shirt laying between them, leaned over to kiss Daniel on the cheek, his breath warm and tobacco-scented, and he whispered in his ear, "How's that, my brother? Pretty hot, huh?" "More than hot," Daniel moaned, his eyes still shut, "That... was un-fucking- believable." "Godamn, your cock makes me...I'm so fucking horny, it's my turn," Richard purred into Daniel's ear, "You want to touch me? I'd fucking love it." Daniel sat up, his eyes downcast and heavy with lustful curiosity burning through him despite his recent, overwhelming climax, and murmured softly, "Shit. I'd - like to do more than that, actually." He fixed his dark eyes on Richard's cock, stiff and begging for release as it lolled thickly against his thigh. "I'd like to...suck it." "Fuck, yeah," Richard whispered, his hands stroking Daniel's face, his fingers tracing the soft, newly grown goatee that highlighted his chiseled features, "Fucking take me in your mouth." Daniel stared down at Richard's stiff rod, the mushroomed head shiny and dusky in the flickering light, and reached down with his mouth, his full lips opening to take the tip on his tongue. Hesitantly, he reached out, his warm, searching mouth settling over the slick flesh. He drew it in, savoring the taste, the feel, of Richard's hot pole as he drew it in further, feeling the velvety soft skin roll against his tongue. "This is what it feels like," Daniel's mind raced, his libido spiking at the thought, "A hard cock - it feels amazing. It tastes...amazing." He began to slowly lap the length, exploring, nuzzling, snaking around the pulsing, veined shaft, rushes of curiosity and lust flowing through his entire being. He drew the head into his mouth again, applying suction to the head as his mouth watered, the slick pole sliding down ever-deeper. Daniel glanced up to see Richard, his eyes shut, writhing against the couch, his long elegant fingers sliding over his lean, muscled chest, the tips brushing his small, flat nipples, arousing himself, and Daniel, to further heights. Daniel increased his pace, his wet mouth now sliding easily up and down Richard's cock, his tongue flat and firm against his slick, throbbing tool, daring him to the ultimate peak. Daniel's dark eyes were fixed on Richard's face, twisted in ecstasy, his rough hands reaching down to slide through Daniel's shaggy waves, urging him on, his low moans mingling with the erotic wails of the reggae. Richard groaned thickly, his voice echoing Daniel's thoughts, "This is what a fucking cock feels like... in your mouth. It feels so fucking good, nobody can suck dick as good as another man, fucking nobodddyyy....unghhh...oh fuck, yesss..." "I'm gonna come....oh fuck yess...take my come...suck me," Richard thrashed against the cushions, his hands firm on the back of Daniel's head, punctuating his moaning words with sharp thrusts of his hips, as Daniel took the slippery shaft down, all the way to the back of his mouth, his pistoning lips applying suction as only a man knows how. Richard groaning low and thick, gasped, his breathing ragged, "I'm fucking...cumming. Aahhhggg... fuckkkk..." and Daniel, feeling the building pressure from his spasming shaft, took it as deep as he could, holding down, as Richard moaned his powerful climax into his waiting throat, feeling the rushes of his release as he emptied his thick seed into Daniel's wet, slick mouth. Daniel's dark eyes, still locked on Richard's glowing, ecstatic expression, felt flushed with triumph and power. "It's like...sucking your own cock." He mused wantonly, "I do to him what I'd want done...it's like sucking myself. We're...the same." Daniel pulled off, licking his lips, his mouth savoring the sharp, sweet taste of the seed that flooded his mouth. "It tastes good," he thought wickedly, "I could get...used to this." Richard opened his eyes, his hands disengaging from Daniel's hair, and he pulled Daniel to him in a warm, masculine hug, his arms firm and comforting, patting his broad back. "That was unreal, my brother." He marveled, "It's like we share, you know, the same mind, Everything you did to me was exactly what I wanted you to... when I wanted you to. Un-fucking real. You really are...my brother." Richard faced Daniel, smiling broadly, whispering, "I always knew we were just alike, me and you." Laughing a bit slyly, Richard suggested they break out a bottle of Jack Daniel's to celebrate their new-found bond, and they toasted each other wordlessly, each reveling in their discoveries, Daniel finding a name for the little lost piece inside him that always made him feel like an outsider, Richard, for the little secret triumph of his plan. Well, almost all of it. He'd soon know if it all worked out way he'd planned. He'd found, and seduced, and just maybe, he thought wickedly, secured his new incestuous twin. He intended to find out, and there was no time like the present, eh? "Daniel." Richard started, his voice soft and wooing, his dark eyes searching, "Tonight was great, huh?" Daniel, feeling warm and flushed, murmured back, "Yeah. It was totally...unexpected. But great." "I...I've got a proposition for you," Richard continued, his dark eyes sparkling, "You could move in with us. Ash and me. You could have that big back bedroom, you know, the one you stay in when you crash here, and we could, like share – share everything. I guess you might have noticed that Ash and me, we're pretty open to new partners and like, the group thing, and we'd love – I'd love for you to be a part of it. All of it." Daniel, taken aback but flattered, sighed, "You know I can't afford a place like this, even with three people splitting the rent, but...thanks, anyway." "Who said anything about splitting the rent?" Richard grinned, his eyes bright and teasing, "I pay for everything around here, and what I say, goes, comrade. It'd be like our own little...commune." He reached to brush the dark waves from Daniel's cheek playfully, "Hey, I just noticed, you're wearing the shirt I gave you. You know, you really do look like him – Che, I mean. That's so...revoluntionary." Daniel turned to Richard, searching his face. Was he serious? Richard spoke softly, answering the question for him, "I want you to, okay? We could have so much fun together. Please say yes, it'd be the best birthday present I ever got, for real." Daniel's mind spun with the possibilities. He could have Ashley, any time he wanted, He could have Richard, anytime he wanted. And if, he understood Richard correctly, he could have just about anybody or anything he wanted, whenever he wanted it. And not having to pay for it? It was almost too good to be true. "I'll do it!" Exhilarated, he laughed, throwing his muscled arms around Richard, "When can I move in?" "We'll start on Sunday, after my birthday bash. I've - we've got so much to celebrate!" Richard hugged him again, hard, his lips pressing to Daniel's cheek, "Welcome to the fatherland, comrade Che! " Richard winked, his thin lips shaping into a sexy smirk, "That's your new name – to go with your new life. With us." "To us!" Daniel laughed, raising his glass, "To Che and...you're, who? Fidel Castro? Mi amado lider! Viva la revolucion!" They partied, toasting round after round of the Jack, their plans getting more detailed and outrageous after every sip of the fiery amber liquid, late into the night, as the snow-storm howled around them. Daniel felt himself sink into a warm sleepiness, Richard's firm, comforting arm slung over his back, his head nodding onto Richard's muscled shoulder. "Night, brother," Richard whispered to him, his lips grazing his forehead, "See you tomorrow." He left him sleeping, covering him with a quilt, and lighting a smoke, sat back in an arm-chair in the darkened room, smiling and congratulating himself as he waited for Ashley's return Some time later, Ashley's key turned in the lock and she blew in with a blast of winter-y air, stamping the snow from her boots. "Ash, you're back," a low voice called from the darkened room, "I've got a birthday surprise for you. So, did you come through for me?" "Jesus, Richard, you startled me." Ash turned towards the half-whispered voice, "What are you doing sitting in the dark? What surprise? If it's what I think it is, I hope I'm right, because I just drove that damn Land Cruiser four hours through a fucking blizzard for you." "Oh, yeah. Thanks for that. It's a go – we're moving him in on Sunday. Did you get that check that Dad promised me?" Richard rose and walked across the room, lighting a cigarette, the dim flame briefly illuminating Daniel, his dark visage peacefully asleep on the couch. Ashley stifled a laugh as Richard threw his arm over her shoulder, leading her away from Daniel's sleeping form. "You did it! You tricky bastard! How?" "Never you mind the specifics, darling. Rest assured that we've got us one helluva roommate. He's going to fit in very well. We'll be seeing a lot of action from this one." Richard nodded in Daniel's direction as he snapped on the kitchen light. "So, where's the money, babe?" "Right here, " Ash fished a check from her backpack, "Dear old Daddykins was going to make it out for a lot less, he said something about you just getting one or something, but," She grinned sarcastically, "After I blew him, he seemed to want to put in some more zeros. It's for two-thousand." "That's my bitch," Richard smirked back, "That'll keep all three of us in ramen and party favors for awhile. We'd better turn in though, tomorrow's our big party. Perhaps we'll meet someone who strikes your fancy to keep you entertained, my dear. I afraid I'm going to want Che all to myself for awhile." "Che?" Ashley's eyes widened in bewilderment, "Che who? I thought you said Daniel was moving in." "Him," Richard motioned to the living room, his voice a low sing-songy chuckle, "He followed me home, and I named him and I like him. Can I keep him, Mommy?" "Sure, my baby. Anything you want." END