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Forgetting the Past

By: MilkChocolateAmazon



"Break it up you two! Don't make me say it again!"

Damn it! I was just about to knock his fucking teeth out! Stupid fucking cunt! I'm seething, teeth bared, fists ready.

"He started-" I began.

"Save it. Both of you clean up and report to my office immediately!" 

The tone of his voice leaves no room for argument so I pick myself up, glaring dangerously at Azrael and just about manage not to spit a mouthful of blood from my split lip in his stupid smug face.

"Nice fight, Snow White, maybe next time-" I block out his taunting voice and turn to go and get cleaned up. He knows I hate him calling me that. My dad's side of the family suffers from premature leukotrichia. So by the time I reached about 15, my previously black hair had all but disappeared and instead I had a halo of white hair. I tried dying it for a while but just ended up looking like a skunk so I left it.

But Christ! To think I used to love that areshole! He's a right royal prick. I return to my room and manage to calm down slightly. I peer at myself in the mirror and wince. My lip is swollen and there's a welt forming under my eye. Just fucking brilliant I think irritably. 

"Why do I keep letting him get to me?" I voice, dabbing cautiously at my lip. My green eyes stare back at me reflecting my mind's confusion. I sigh and let my mind wander back to the time when Azrael and I were almost inseparable. We were at college and at a time where I was struggling with my sexuality, Azrael had come along and assured me that being gay was nothing to be ashamed of. I remember our first meeting vividly; him pressing me up against my locker, licking the back of my neck and shoving a piece of paper in my hand.

I remember being mortified and embarrassed, blushing to the roots of hair, realising that people had seen the exchange. I slammed the locker door shut and fled to the nearest toilet, locking myself in a cubicle and breathing hard. I waited until I knew I was alone and then opened the folded paper.

Snow white. 

Meet me in the gym at 4pm. Don't keep me waiting, gorgeous.

 Azrael.

Oh. My. God. What am I going to do? There is no way that me, Ares Luca, virginal at 18 and counting was going to meet sex god, Azrael. His reputation at college was legendary. There was no way. So I did the sensible thing, threw the piece of paper away and went to class determined to forget all about it. As soon as the bell signalled the end of the day I high tailed it and sped home, grateful for the four walls of my room. I was feeling very pleased with myself until the doorbell rang and I answered the door.

"Hey, Snow White." Azrael stood there, grinning mischievously. " Did someone run away from me?" he mock-admonished, pushing past me into the house.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Ok, excuse time...um...LIE!

"Um...no, I forgot and then I had to....um...and..." What the fuck was that!

"You didn't really forget, Snow White. I saw you legging it down the road. It's a good thing I'm in good shape otherwise I would have lost you."

Well...I couldn't argue with that. The shirt he was wearing should be criminal the way it clung to his hard, hot, sexy...whoa! Concentrate!

I blushed again and started stammering. His presence intimidated me and I knew no doubt that he was using this to make me feel uncomfortable. He sprawled on the couch and patted the space next to him, indicating that I should sit. I started to refuse but he grabbed my arm and almost pulled me on top of him. He nuzzled at my neck and I groaned. I managed to pull away before I completely submitted and stood behind the couch putting distance between us.

"What do you want, Azrael?" I gasped out.

"I love your hair, Snow White. Why is it like that?"

He practically has me begging for him and that's what he chooses to come out with? Is he for real? I think incredulously. 

"You didn't answer my question."

"Neither did you, Snow White."

Damn he's infuriating! "Genetic predisposition" I say, unwilling to divulge more until he gives me the reason why he's here. 

He grins at me slyly and manages to gracefully vault his 6" 4 frame over the couch, catching me unawares. He lunges at me, grabbing both my hands and pinning them over my head as he manoeuvres my back against the wall. He brushes his lips over mine softly before leaning in and possessing my mouth completely, licking at my bottom lip then sucking delightfully on my tongue.

He pulls his mouth away and his cobalt blue eyes bore into me as he presses his muscular frame against mine. "You want to know why I'm here?" I nod helplessly, my lips swollen as his eyes and hands keep me pinned.

He begins grinding his hips into me as he speaks, angling his cock against mine. "I've been watching you for some time now. I never knew just how exciting swimming could be until I saw you in those tight black shorts." He groans as if trying to keep his composure. "Those legs, that chest and oh that arse!" I can feel him grinning as he breathes in my ear. A blush stains my cheeks and my cock responds. "What I want is to teach you how it feels."

"How what feels?" I ask breathlessly, my hips metering out their own rhythm against my will.

"How it feels not to struggle with who you are. That it's ok to be different without fear and shame." With a particularly vicious thrust of his hips, he whispers conspiratorially, "It's ok to be gay." 

"I never said I was-" He interrupts me.

"You didn't have to, I used to have that same look once, haunted and afraid, but I've accepted who I am and I want you to do the same." He intones. "I want to teach you things that'll make your toes curl and your throat hoarse from screaming. Will you let me teach you those things?" His hips are at a frenzied pace now and I realise I'm hard but still I'm resisting.

"Why me?"

"Because you're pure and innocent and you're not like everyone else. That intrigues me. You've never thrown yourself at anyone, let alone me. I want you more than I've wanted anyone before. Just looking at you and your beautiful white hair is enough to get me hard."

He releases one of my hands and brings it to the crotch of his jeans. "Can you feel that?" he husks. "That's what you do to me. It's all for you."

Despite the pleasure coursing through me, I squirm from underneath him and stare at him accusingly. "For all your talk, you're just going to fuck me and when you've had your fill I'll be just like all those other people you've slept with."

"That's not true. Anyone else and it would be but you're different. If you haven't noticed I don't ever have to do the chasing when it comes to getting laid." He steps up behind and wraps his arms around my waist. "Don't make me chase you, Ares, because I guarantee that you'll tire yourself out a lot faster than I will."

I'm contemplating a sharp and witty response when the air is snatched from my lungs. His hand has traced itself under my shirt and his large thumb is rubbing circles lightly around my left nipple. I gasp loudly as his other hand begins undoing the buttons of my shirt.

"Do you surrender yourself to me?"

God. He sounds like a medieval knight about to conquer his adversary. I decide to ignore him and simply moan in response as he practically drags off my t-shirt and tugs pleasurably on my nipples.

"I didn't hear you, Ares." He tugs harder.

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I bloody surrender!"

"That's more like it. Now take me to your room."

I take his hand and lead him to my room. I'm going to lose my virginity and with Azrael fucking Young! Hold on. It's going to hurt! Oh God I'm not ready. Maybe this isn't such a good idea.

"Ares, you've stopped."

"Huh? Oh sorry... I was just... um..."

He seems to know what I'm thinking. "I won't hurt you, Snow White. Trust me."

We walk into the room together, my heart beating a frantic rhythm within my chest. Azrael senses my apprehension because he lays me on my bed and proceeds to worship my torso with his tongue. I'm writhing beneath him, moaning his name as his lips, tongue and fingers play my body like a well tuned instrument. Somewhere between him teasing me into submission, he's managed to shed his clothes and is rubbing himself against my clothed thigh.

"Take off your pants." He orders breathlessly. 

I reach down to take them off but he pushes my hands away.

"Stand up and take them off. I want to see you."

He sits on the edge of the bed waiting for me. I get up and fumble with my jeans. He spreads his legs and positions me in between them facing away from him. Both his hands reach around my front and tug my zipper down. 

"Push your pants down." He pants "Don't forget to bend over."

I do as he commands, blushing a furious shade of red when I bend over, aware that my now bare arse is in his face. I try to stand up quickly but his hands snake out and keep me in place.

"You have a beautiful arse, Ares." He slaps it once, then twice making me gasp in shock and a surprising mix of pleasure. "Spread your legs wider."

I yield to him and feel my arse cheeks part affording him a view of my hole. A gust of warm breath is the only warning I get before he starts to probe me with his tongue.

"Fuck!" My legs almost give out beneath me as he explores the groove of my arse with his tongue. At first he simply drags his tongue from behind my balls to the base of my spine making me exclaim loudly. Just when I think it can't get any better, his tongue stiffens and spears my tightly furled flesh. I manage to choke out his name as pure bliss courses through my veins tingeing my vision. My cock's near bursting and is slippery with my precum.

"If you don't... ugh... stop... I'm going to... oh, fuck!"

One of his fingers finds its way in my arse and using the rough pad of his fingertip, he begins to manipulate my prostate. "Oh God. I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

His fingers and tongue withdraw from my arse and I'm left teetering on the brink of orgasm, bent over and panting with need.

"Why'd you stop? I was so close." I whine in frustration.

"When you cum, I want to be inside you." He replies lasciviously.

He lays my body on the bed and for a few minutes simply stares at me while he strokes himself. His cock is about 7" and impressively thick. My arse clenches anxiously at the thought of taking him.

"You're beautiful, Ares. So very beautiful." He enthuses.

With that he straddles my hips grinding our hard ones into each other. We're gasping and moaning and before long he's draped my legs over his arms and is slicking my hole with precum.

"Have you got protection?" he gasps.

"No."

With one hand he reaches into the pocket of his jeans and extracts a foil packet from his wallet. "One must always be prepared."

I watch him roll on the condom then position himself for entry. Immediately I tense up. Shit, I can't do this. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!!! I chant in my mind, terrified. Azrael feels me tense because he makes no effort to push inside of me.

"Relax, beautiful. I need you to relax and trust me, ok? I won't hurt you, Snow White. I promise." All the while he's stroking my cock with feather light touches, making me believe him. "Just relax and bear down on me. I'll go as slow as you want."  

The tension drains out of my body with his words and he pushes against me, the head of his cock slipping inside with a slight sting. I can feel my muscles protesting, fluttering weakly against his cock. I hear him give a strangled moan and he pushes in a little more.

"Snow White, are you alright? Should I pull out?"

I gulp, "No, keep pushing."

It feels like an eternity before his balls finally come flush against my arse. I feel full and stretched but there's little pain.

"Tell me when it's ok to move."

I take a few deep breaths before slapping his arse and telling him to start moving. He gasps at my audacity and growls into my ear.

He slowly begins to pull out, watching my face intently. I groan and he pushes back into my heated flesh. He repeats the motion until eventually I'm bucking and sighing beneath him. He's thrusting harder now, sawing back and forth inside me, the friction driving me crazy. His fingers wander over my body, pinching at my nipples and squeezing my balls.

"Do you like my cock, Ares?" He grunts in my ear. "Does it feel good?"

"Fuck, yes!"

"You are so tight, Ares. Hot and tight and moist."

He drives into me again, his cock head battering against my prostate. I let out a muffled scream as his cock pushes me further into oblivion. My scream doesn't escape his notice and he rams back into me hitting my sweet spot again. My eyes roll into my skull and I begin to whimper desperately. He grabs my arse and angles me so that he can continually hit my prostate whilst penetrating me deeply. My fists clench the sheets besides me as he hammers away at my arse. I don't think I'm going to last much longer. Azrael senses I'm on the brink because he proceeds to jackhammer my arse whilst jacking my glistening cock. 

"You going to come for me, Snow White?"

I manage to gurgle out a yes.

"Come on beautiful. Come for me. Once you come, you belong to me." He jacks my cock harder and faster, occasionally rubbing a thumb across the sensitive head making me jerk harder into his wild thrusts.

Eventually my body goes into overload and the world falls away leaving only Azrael and I. Azrael sucks hard on my neck drawing a mewl from my throat. I'm on the edge and all it takes is for Azrael to growl, "I've marked you now. Your mine" into the hollow of my throat and I'm lost; pushed over into an abyss of ecstasy. My back arches and my hips buck furiously. I sob as my orgasm washes over me, black spots dancing in my vision.

Azrael follows me a split second later. "Fuck! I'm coming, Ares, I'm coming." He roars. "So tight! Too tight, too much!" I can feel my arse clamped tightly around his cock amidst my orgasm and I'm vaguely aware of him groaning my name and grinding his hips sporadically into mine.

When I finally can make sense of my surroundings, I'm once again captured by those deep blue eyes and for a moment I'm so mesmerised, I almost miss what he's saying. I blink and focus, listening to his words.

"Are you mine, Ares?"

I don't hesitate, "Yes."

He seems satisfied and rolls off me, disposing of the condom.

I hesitate before blurting, "Are you mine?"

He grins at me and kisses the tip of my nose. "Always." He kisses me again, this time on the lips and it's so full of tenderness and want that I sigh contentedly into his mouth.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tight into his chest, cocooning me in his heat. The last thing I hear before sleep consumes me is his murmur, "mine."

This was how most of our nights were spent, with variants on sexual positions and surfaces. He taught me so much, gave me confidence and pride. And then came the day he told me he loved me. Of course I said it back and we made sweet, gentle love working ourselves up to slow and all encompassing climax's. But, of course, all good things must come to an end. Azrael changed, became possessive and smothering. At first I didn't mind. It was only little things like phoning to check if I was alright, insisting on walking me home. Every day. But who wouldn't mind having a protective boyfriend? However, it all came to a head when I met an old friend from school. Azrael couldn't walk me home that day so I decided to go to the coffee shop for a hot chocolate and bumped into Leo. We were reminiscing when my phone went off.

"Where are you?" Azrael demanded. He did not sound happy.

"In the coffee shop up the road." 

"Ares, do you want another drink?" Leo asked me.

"No thanks." I watched him go and get another for himself.

"Who is that?" Azrael questioned.

"Chill, it's just an old friend from school. We're catching up."

"Sure you are." He practically snarled down the phone. "I'll be there in a minute."

He arrived 10 minutes later in a distinctly belligerent mood.

"So Leo. You're here because...?"

"Azrael, don't be so damn rude!" I apologised to Leo.

"Why the hell are you apologising to him for. He's only here because he wants to fuck you. Aint that so, Leo?"

Leo stands up abruptly, clearly offended and starts to say his goodbyes. He's reaching over to kiss my cheek when all of a sudden Azrael's fist shoots out and knocks him off his feet.

"Don't you fucking dare touch my boyfriend! He's mine, dammit. Mine!"

I manage to get Leo seen to and on his way without exploding with anger. With that done, I round on Azrael. "What the fuck was that?"

"He was touching you." He says simply.

His childish response is the final straw so I simply walk away from him. He grabs my arm tightly. "Don't walk away from me, Ares."

"Let go of me, you're hurting me." He releases me.

"If you weren't such a cocktease, I wouldn't have had to do that." The brutality of his words hits me like a slap in the face.

"You know what, Azrael. Fuck you! I don't know who you are anymore and I certainly don't like who you've become. You're overbearing and quite frankly I'm sick of your jealousy. What you just did was moronic and stupid and I-"

There's no warning at all, only the sting and the sharp cry that passes my lips as his palm connects with my cheek. At first I'm shocked. Did he just hit me? Then I'm livid and before I can stop myself, I've kicked him satisfyingly hard in the balls. He doubles over, tears streaming down both our face but for different reasons.

"I never want to see you again!"

Azrael persists, begs, pleads but my mind is made up. Eventually he gives up and I manage to avoid him until the summer when we all leave and prepare ourselves for university. Although my heart's a wreck, life's pretty much average. That is until I get to university and run into Azrael. God is against me. He insists on taunting me day after day. Making comments, telling me what I'm missing, that he'll take me back if I beg, that we should still be together. 

Today had been the final straw. He'd accosted me on my way to my campus room, grinding himself on me, whispering in my ear about how much he'd enjoyed making me scream while he took my tight virgin arse. I saw red literally and pounced on him roaring out my frustration until my swim coach put in an appearance and ordered our untimely separation. 

So here I am, dabbing at my cuts and bruises wandering how many more years of this shit can I possibly take?

I manage to make myself look presentable and make my way to my coach's office. Azrael's already there and I'm gratified to note that he's got a black eye, one of his eyebrows is split and his knuckles are swollen. Coach literally rips us both a new arsehole and demands that we act civilised or we'll both be kicked off our sporting teams. We leave, shoulders drooped, heads down. But as soon as we're out of earshot, Azrael's goading me again. I ignore him. But just when I think I'm going to kick his arse, I'm entranced by a vision of beauty. My long since dormant cock awakens as I watch this ethereal beauty before me.

Who is he? I think, intrigued. I want him!

I tell Azrael to go fuck himself and rush home to relieve myself. I jerk off to the thought of that red hair, that milky skin and those huge grey eyes. Coming affords me no satisfaction and I growl in frustration.

I must find him.

Forgetting the Past



Carrie picked irritably at a small piece of lint on her pristinely starched uniform. She would have preferred to wear civilian clothes but she knew the uniform was expected of her and Jonathon 'Jonno' Clark had deserved her respect.

She sat dry eyed and numb throughout the service, as the vicar droned on about the terrible waste of human life, the selfless sacrifice to protect human rights and finishing up with the predictable blurb about him now being in a better place. The vicar was doing his best but it was obvious he hadn't known Jonno, which is hardly surprising as Carrie had never known him set food inside a church unless it was for a wedding, christening or funeral.

She'd enlisted into the army with Jonno straight from school. Neither of them came from financially well-off families and they knew that if they wanted to go to university they would end up working their arses off in a bar, coffee shop or some other similarly mundane activity to fund their way and would probably still end up with massive student loans to pay off. The army however would sponsor them through their degrees while also paying them. A life in the forces also seemed quite exciting and they would get to see some of the world along the way, so they both decided that this would be a much better option.

They applied together and were both delighted that not only did they both get accepted but would be completing their basic training together. As they were both engineering students, they ended up spending much of their army careers in the same unit, helping and encouraging each other along the way.

That had been eight years ago and they had both achieved excellent degrees in engineering. Carrie had left the army as soon as her seven year stint came to an end and was now a successful, self employed civil engineer but Jonno had signed up for another stint; full of grandiose ideas about using his skills to rebuild the infrastructure that had been torn apart by war in Afghanistan -- shame the Afghani insurgent hadn't recognised his good intentions when he laid the land mine on the approach to the new bridge he was constructing huh?

She glanced across the aisle of the church to where his Commanding Officer was sitting in a wheelchair, both legs and one arm lost in the same explosion -- maybe Jonno had actually been the lucky one?

Having no intention of attending the wake and having to make polite small talk with senior officers with whom she now felt no sense of camaraderie she walked quickly from the church at the end of the service, stopping to gaze over the river that she and Jonno had swum in as kids, while she smoked a cigarette.

Stepping around a huge oak tree to shield her from view of the departing mourners she was startled to find a woman already standing there, her black clothes and red eyes testament to the fact that she had been at the same funeral.

'I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you.' and she turned to walk away. 'It's ok CJ, you don't have to leave.'

Carrie was startled. She didn't recognise the woman and hadn't been called CJ for a few months. Not since the last time she'd seen Jonno in fact as he was the only person who called her by that nickname.

'I'm sorry, do I know you?' 'You used to once but I looked a little different then. Imagine me 10 years younger, 4 stone heavier, black hair and with glasses an inch thick.'

The cogs were turning in Carrie's head. The voice sounded familiar and when she thought about the description she came to a startling conclusion.

'Susan?' she stammered, shocked at the transformation that Jonno's sister had made from ugly duckling to magnificent swan 'Bloody hell I would never have recognised you! How are you?' Susan shrugged, tipping her head toward the mourners exiting the church as if to say 'I've had better days'.

Jonno's sister was a couple of years older than they were and hung around with a very different crowd, so although their paths had crossed regularly they had never been friends. Susan was a Goth in her youth, dressed in black and purple and wearing enough dark makeup to effectively mask her features.

They spent most of their time hanging around the local dive bar where the Goth bands played or standing on street corners smoking weed, whereas Jonno and Carrie were more likely to be playing football or tennis, working out in the gym or off for the weekend climbing mountains or orienteering in Wales or Scotland.

Carrie had changed little during the intervening years; still slim, sporty and fit but with a few battle scars of her own gained along the way -- hers were mainly mental though.

Susan had changed beyond recognition. Her black scraggy hair was now a deep and luxurious chestnut and her chunky and rotund figure was now voluptuous and shapely in all the right places. The glasses and thick makeup had gone, revealing a pair of beautiful green eyes set in a face that while pained, was very attractive.

'Can I cadge one of those off you? This damn dress doesn't have any pockets and I left mine in the car.'

Carrie handed over her cigarettes and lighter, noticing how Susan's hands shook as she took the packet and tried to get one out. Looking at her face it was obvious that she was struggling to hold back the tears that were trying to break free.

'I thought he'd come out of the army when you did. You know he only joined up because of you? Why didn't he leave when you did?'

Carrie was shocked by this statement and also knew it to be false.

'Susan he didn't join because of me, we both joined to achieve a goal. We achieved that goal and I had my own reasons for leaving, just as Jonno had reasons to stay; he thought he could do some good out there.'

'Oh bullshit! He joined because he was in love with you and he didn't want to be away from you! What happened? Did you dump him? Break his heart? There must have been a fucking good reason as to why he stopped following you around like a puppy!'

Carrie had no energy for a fight right now and she didn't want to upset Susan further, equally she didn't feel that she had to explain herself to this woman -- she may have been Jonno's sister but she hardly knew her and it certainly wasn't her place to tell her things that Jonno hadn't told her himself for whatever reason.

Suddenly her uniform felt tight across her chest as if it was trying to stop her breathing and cut off her circulation. She had once promised herself never to wear it again and right now she needed to get home and get changed, so she turned on her heel and walked toward her car without looking back.

Once back home Carrie stripped out of her uniform and stood under a scalding shower for as long as she could bear, trying to rinse the day away along with the suds that cascaded down her body and swirled down the drain.

Eventually she towelled off, sat on the end of her bed and finally allowed herself to mourn the loss of the person who had been her best friend since she was 11 years old, the tears coursing down her cheeks freely until she sobbed herself into a fitful sleep.

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Carrie got home from work late having been at a site visit all day, pulled off her heavy work boots and slumped onto the sofa. It had been 2 weeks since Jonno's funeral and although the intense pain had subsided, there was still a lingering heaviness in her heart that she just couldn't shift.

As she sat there trying to decide what to have for dinner she noticed the light flashing on her answering machine, so she grabbed a notepad and pen from her briefcase and hit the 'play' button.

There were 3 telemarketing calls, 2 calls from potential clients and 4 hang-ups. She hated hang-ups as it seemed the height of bad manners to call someone's number and not at least leave a message, especially as she assumed that these calls were probably automated sales calls.

Having made a note of the messages from clients she deleted the calls from the machine and was just heading into the kitchen when the doorbell stopped her in her tracks. She sighed to herself, wondering who would be calling on her without prior notice at 9pm at night and headed to the front door.

She was surprised when she opened the door to find Susan standing there looking sheepish and embarrassed. She was hungry and tired from a tough day at work, dealing with men who were convinced they knew more about engineering than she did purely because they had a dick between their legs. She really couldn't face another showdown right now but she could hardly slam the door in her face either.

'Hello Susan, how can I help you?' 'Hi CJ, I owe you an apology -- can I come in please? I tried to call a few times but it seemed cowardly to leave a message on your machine.'

The familiarity implied by the use of Jonno's nickname for her was irritating but she stood back and allowed Susan entry, following her into the living room and standing there waiting for her to say something. At least it explained the phone hang-ups.

'I had no right to talk to you the way I did the other day. I was stressed and upset and I apologise. Your relationship with Jon is none of my business and I know that his getting killed wasn't your fault -- I was just looking for someone to blame and it wasn't fair of me to take it out on you, especially when you must be hurting too.'

'I understand your anger at his death but I didn't have a relationship with Jonno, at least not in the sense that you're implying.'

'It's ok; you don't have to deny it CJ. I know you two were as thick as thieves and that you ran away into the army together. I just you'd wish stayed together and that he'd left when you did, but I don't blame you and I was wrong to shout at you.'

'I accept your apology but you're still wrong about our relationship. I loved Jonno like a brother, he was my best friend but that's as far as it went and I'd really appreciate it if you stopped calling me CJ.' 

'Then what am I supposed to call you, I thought it was your name? It's what Jon always called you.'

'My name is Carrie. Only Jonno called me CJ it was a private nickname.'

'Oh right, so you weren't involved but you had pet names for each other? I guess C&J are your initials then?'

'No they aren't my initials and it wasn't a cutesy pet name it was a juvenile nickname, only Jon.......oh for god's sake!'

Carrie was tired and exasperated but it was perfectly plain that unless she gave a pretty comprehensive explanation Susan was never going to believe her or understand. Maybe if she did then Susan would go away and leave her alone.

'Sit down Susan and I'll tell you all about my relationship with your brother, it might help you come to terms with things. I'll put the kettle on.'

Returning to the living room with mugs of tea Carrie wondered where she should start, eventually settling on starting right at the beginning.

'Jonno and I started the same senior school when we were 11. We were both sporty and were members of a lot of the same after school clubs -- it gave us a lot in common and we became friends pretty quickly.

We were into the same sports and were both very competitive so we trained together a lot and it brought us close together. 

We could talk about anything, no subject was taboo. We told each other our dreams, desires and fears, discussed who we fancied, laughed about our first fumbling sexual encounters. He was the closest friend I've ever had and we promised we'd always be there for each other but there was never anything sexual between us.

When we were fourteen I confided to him that I was having disturbing feelings about other girls. Jonno thought this was hilarious but other than taking the piss every now and again he was as fully supportive as a fourteen year old boy could be; I think he secretly found it quite cool to have a budding lesbian as his best friend.

He helped me to realise that it was ok to be different; we even compared notes on girls that we fancied and that's where the nickname CJ came from -- it stands for cunt jockey.'

'Oh!' stammered Susan obviously embarrassed once again, although Carrie didn't know if it was because of the crassness of the nickname her brother had bestowed or the fact that she had been proven wrong in her assumptions.

'So you see Jonno and I were never a couple, we were never lovers and he wasn't in love with me. We joined the army together because we wanted to get good degrees without incurring huge debts. 

Jonno fell in love in Afghanistan. Her name was Husna and she was a Doctor from Pakistan, working with the Red Cross. She was pretty, talented, intelligent and had a heart of gold -- they made a wonderful couple, both wanting to do what they could to fix the war-torn country. He asked her to marry him and come to the UK to live; she agreed but it was going to take a while to sort out the logistics so he signed up for another 3 years, volunteering to spend them on tour in Afghanistan to be close to her.'

'Oh god Carrie, I'm so very sorry!' sniffed Susan as she wiped the tears from her eyes 'he never told us anything about her. The only woman he ever spoke about was you, we all just assumed........'

'Yeah well, he probably wanted to make sure everything worked out ok first.'

'So how come you left after your 7 years were up, weren't you temped to stay?'

'The military is trying to drag itself into the 21st century but same sex relationships are still frowned upon. I had a lover who was less than discrete and once the brass found out about it they made life very difficult for us. She was transferred to another unit and although I left of my own free will, it was obvious that my life was going to be pretty uncomfortable if I'd stayed, It's hard enough being a female engineer in a male dominated army as it is.' It was her standard answer. It wasn't the whole truth but it usually sufficed.

'I owe you a much bigger apology than I thought Carrie, please forgive me?'

'Yeah, no worries.' Sighed Carrie 'but now I really need to eat something and get some sleep.' And she ushered Susan out of the door before the conversation could go any further.

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For the next few weeks Carrie lived and breathed the project she was working on. She had been promised a very lucrative bonus if she could get it completed early and much as it had meant riding the contractors hard to beat the deadline she'd managed it.

No-one had minded too much once they realised they were getting a share of the bonus and she'd taken them out to celebrate once the job was complete.

Carrie had left them to it once they were all plastered enough to start acting like cavemen; why was it that every bloke she worked with seemed to take her lesbianism as a personal challenge once they'd had a few drinks? Even the married ones weren't above making jibes and sneers about 'converting' her -- even though she was pretty sure they'd run a mile if she actually gave them the opportunity to make good on their boasts about their sexual prowess.

Walking out of the pub she checked her mobile, finding a text message from a friend she hadn't seen in a while: 'Hey Carrie, you've been working too hard and we miss you. A few of the girls are getting together at the Flag tonight, come and join us if you can. Love ya, Ali xx

She and Ali had had a brief fling once but having a relationship with someone in the army isn't always easy to start with, bordering on nigh-on impossible once they get stationed overseas, so they soon worked out that they were better off as friends. She sighed and glanced at her watch, it was still early so why not go and have some fun, so she hailed a cab and headed over to the Flag.

On entering the club she was assaulted by the volume of the music, peering into the darkness as she tried to locate her friends, finally spotting them at a table near the bar. She wasn't a huge fan of the Flag; like many gay clubs and bars it could be a meat market and by the looks of the couples that had paired off in the darker reaches of the room, tonight was no different.

'Hi guys, what's the occasion?' 'Carrie!' chorused her friends in unison and she was quickly ushered into a chair while someone went and ordered her a drink.

Ali leaned over and gave her a huge hug 'It's been way too long Carrie, what've you been up to? I was really sorry to hear about Jonno babe, are you coping ok?'

'Yeah I'm ok thanks, I still miss him but I'm doing ok. I had a visit from his sister the other day though, she was convinced we were a couple, she obviously didn't know I'm gay.'

'Sue? What a stunner she turned out to be! She was here earlier but I haven't seen her for a while so maybe she left already.'

'She was in here?' Carrie was about to question Ali further but her drink turned up and the conversation quickly moved on, Jonno's sister getting forgotten in the onslaught of questions that were flowing back and forth as the friends tried to catch up on everything that had been going on since they last saw each other.

As Carrie exited the bathrooms some time later and was trying to manoeuvre her way through the crowded dance floor back to her friends, she noticed an argument going on in front of her. She noticed that the aggressor was a big, butch dyke called Sam, who was known for not taking no for an answer if she'd had a few drinks and it looked like tonight was one of those nights.

She'd got a firm grip on another girl's arms and was physically trying to drag her off the dance floor, her victim resisting and trying to pull away unsuccessfully. 

Carrie may have been in the Engineering Corp in the forces, but you don't spend any time in the army without learning to be a soldier first and foremost. Her wiry frame was deceptively strong so she knew she could help the girl out if she needed it, so she sidled up behind her and listened in on the argument, gauging the situation first to make sure it wasn't just a lovers tiff.

'For god's sake woman, one dance does not mean that I want to go home with you, now get your fucking hands off me!' 'Oh come on sweetie, afraid you can't handle a butch like me? I'll show you a good time, you know I will.' Slurred the big butch, tightening her grip. 'I am NOT coming home with you, not now, not ever, now go hit on someone else!'

OK, so this was no tiff; what's more Carrie had recognised Susan's voice as she tried to extricate herself from the vicelike grip on her arm so she walked up beside Sam, nudging her out of the way slightly as she spoke.

'Hey Susan, there you are -- I've been looking everywhere for you, I'm so sorry I was late.'

Susan looked startled at first and then relieved as she recognised Carrie's intentions.

'Hey Carrie, thank god you're here at last!' and she gave a meaningful look toward the girl who still had hold of one arm but was starting to ease her grip.

Carrie slipped her arm around Susan's waist and kissed her cheek before looking at the butch and saying playfully 'Hey, not stealing my date are you?'

'She's not your date and I saw her first, so how about you just back off?' Sam slurred again.

Carrie sighed. She'd been determined to do this verbally with as little fuss as possible but it was becoming apparent that Sam was too drunk to take a hint. She was much bigger physically than Carrie and therefore probably assumed she would back down -- well, she got that one wrong.

She saw a hand coming up to take a hold of Susan's other arm but she intercepted it and deftly twisted it around backwards, pushing the thumb back at the same time and applying light pressure to the inside of the reversed elbow.

She wasn't causing any pain at this point but she had effectively disabled the bigger woman and was providing enough discomfort to make it obvious that more pressure on her elbow or thumb was going to be very unpleasant.




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She leaned in and whispered menacingly to her captive 'Don't make me hurt you woman. Leave Susan alone; she doesn't want you and you know it. Go peacefully and this goes no further -- try anything and I'll break your arm.'

'Just who the fuck do you think you.... ow, get the fuck off me!!' Carrie had only applied a bit more pressure, not enough to do any damage, but it had the desired effect of making her release her grip on Susan. Carrie then frog marched Sam to the door and pushed her outside, ignoring the stream of slurred obscenities that were being hurled in her direction.

She turned back into the club, smiling at the bouncers who were quite cheerful about her doing their job for them and almost walked straight into Susan who had followed her to the doorway.

'Thanks Carrie, that was starting to get pretty nasty.' 'That's ok, she's known for being a bit aggressive when she's had too much to drink, you should keep your distance. What are you doing here Susan?' 'What do you mean?' 'You do know this is a gay bar don't you?' 'Yes, of course.' 'So what are you doing here?' 'Do I have to spell it out for you Carrie? I'd have thought you of all people might be a bit more intuitive!'

Carrie stared dumfounded until the penny dropped. 'You're gay?'

'Technically bisexual I guess, although it's been a while since I went out with a man. Why are you so surprised?' 'Well, I guess I'm just surprised Jonno didn't mention it.' Stammered Carrie, beginning to feel stupid 'Jon didn't know Carrie. You may have had a close relationship with my brother where you could talk about anything but I didn't, and strangely enough, who I choose to sleep with never became a topic of conversation on his brief visits home.'

Unusually Carrie was stuck for words. It seemed that Jonno had known as little about his sister as she had known about him and now that he was gone it saddened her that they'd never get a chance to rectify that situation.

'Can I buy you a drink as a thank you?' asked Susan, breaking the silence.

'Um sure, yeah I guess so. Let me go tell my friends where I am before they send out a search party,'

When Carrie reached her friends they were looking like they were getting ready to go, offering her a place in their taxi. Carrie explained the incident with Sam and that Susan was just getting her a drink.

'You old dog!' chuckled Ali 'She hasn't been short of offers but she's turned everyone down so far.'

'Don't get excited girl, she's just buying me a drink as a thank you, she's not coming onto me!'

'Yeah right!' and with that Ali left, winking over her shoulder and chuckling to herself.

Carrie joined Susan at the bar and sat on the bar stool next to her. It was getting late and the crowd was thinning slightly, making conversation slightly easier.

'So how come we've never bumped into each other here before?' asked Susan, tipping her glass to Carrie's in a silent 'cheers'.

'I don't come here often. It's too much like a cattle market and there are too many people here like Sam for my liking.' The mention of the aggressive dyke caused Susan to shiver noticeably. 'How on earth did you end up in that situation, didn't anyone warn you about her?'

'I was dancing with a group of friends and she kind of joined in with us. The next thing I know my so-called friends have all left and I'm stuck on the dance floor with her. Wouldn't have been too bad but just then the music slowed down and she grabbed me. I tried to walk away straight after the dance but she had other ideas as you saw. I really can't thank you enough for rescuing me Carrie; I was just about ready to scream if she didn't let me go.'

'Don't worry, the bouncers know her and they wouldn't have let her drag you out against your will. The next time she sees you she'll be falling over herself to apologise -- until she gets drunk again.'

They chatted for a while over a couple of drinks until it was nearly closing time when Carrie suddenly felt the urge to leave. As she was gathering her jacket and bag Susan slipped a piece of paper into her hand with her phone number on it.

Carrie looked at her quizzically until Susan explained. 'Listen we got off on the wrong foot and that's my fault but I've enjoyed the talking to you and I thought it would be nice if we could be friends? If you fancy going for a drink and a chat some time give me a call?' and with that she kissed Carrie gently on the cheek and they went their separate ways.

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Carrie had been working too hard recently and had promised herself some long overdue time off now that the last big project had come to a close. She still had smaller projects in the pipeline but she had a good team and was confident that they could do without her for a few days. They had her number if anything unexpected came up.

Having woken early -- a habit that she was still trying to break from her army days, she decided to go out for a walk in the bright Spring sunshine. She had no specific destination in mind but within 30 minutes she found herself at the gates to the churchyard.

She ambled around the gravestones until she came to Jonno's plot, the ground still raised in a noticeable hump and a temporary marker in place, waiting for the ground to settle before a more permanent headstone could be erected.

She sat down on the soft grass next to the plot, wishing she'd brought flowers. She had no idea how long she'd sat there, the sun warming her back gently as she reminisced about times gone past that she'd shared with her friend. Childhood times when they were competing against each other to be the fastest or strongest or best in whatever sport they were playing; adult times when they'd gone out drinking together, both hoping to pull some cute woman; army times when they'd shared how scared they were in the face of enemy fire -- daring to talk to each other about their fears in a way they never would with their other fellow soldiers; proud times on both getting Firsts in their degrees and the ensuing hangover that followed their celebration.

Most of the memories were happy and full of mischief but they were followed by the inevitable sadness caused by knowing that they would never share such times again. She knew that tears has started to slowly trickle down her face but she let them fall unchecked, allowing herself this time to wallow in how much she missed her friend.

'Hi, mind if I join you?' The voice startled Carrie out of her reverie and back to reality and she stood quickly, wiping the tears from her face.

Susan stood there looking at her, eyes full of sympathy and understanding.

'You know I think you probably miss him more than I do. He may have been my brother but you spent more time with him than me and you knew him so much better.'

'Sorry -- your turn to grieve, I'll leave you to it.' Carrie was embarrassed at being caught sitting there crying and for some reason, the last person she wanted seeing her this vulnerable was Susan, so she wiped her face one last time and turned to leave but she felt herself being tugged back by the sleeve of her jacket.

'Why do you keep running away from me away Carrie, have I done something to offend you?'

'I don't, I'm not, it's just..... I thought you'd want some time alone.' She answered lamely, knowing that it wasn't really the truth but not understanding the real reason herself.

'Actually I just detoured through here on my way to the supermarket to buy something for lunch but I'd much rather go to a café or bistro if you fancy joining me? I hate eating alone -- I'm buying.'

Carrie intended to say no but when she thought about it she couldn't come up with a single reason as to why she shouldn't have lunch with Susan. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to be, or anything else to do, so why was she so reluctant? Before she realised what she was doing she heard a voice that she knew to be her own saying 'Yes ok.'

They sat outside a café in the town square, revelling in the spring sunshine and the blossom that was abundant on the ornamental cherry trees. As they sat drinking coffee and chatting after their meal, Carrie came to a realisation. Susan reminded her of Jonno.

She noticed how their mannerisms and speech idioms were similar, as were their senses of humour. They were both quick to laugh -- the sound itself a bubbling of amusement that seemed to well up from somewhere deep down inside, breaking out onto the surface in an explosion of contagious mirth.

She watched as Susan sat twirling her coffee spoon around her slender fingers and wondered how many times she'd watched Jonno do exactly the same thing, had even been irritated by it.

'Hey, hello -- earth to Carrie!' She looked up startled. Susan had been saying something but she had no idea what.

'I'm really sorry Susan I think I drifted off there for a moment.'

'Yeah, I noticed! By the way, you know how you asked me not to call you CJ? Well would you mind not calling me Susan? The entire world calls me Sue except for you and my Mum and I'd rather not have you two in the same category.'

'Oh sorry. What's wrong with being in the same category as your Mum, don't you get on?'

'We get on ok for the most part. She wasn't overly pleased that just as her Goth daughter started to look and behave normally she came out as gay, but we got over that. Unfortunately now that Jon's gone she's bemoaning the fact that she'll never had grandkids but we do ok.

The reason why I'd rather not have you in the same category is that you're a hottie who I'd really like to get closer to, whereas my Mum is..... well, she's my Mum!''

Carrie sat there with her mouth hanging open. She had no idea what to say to that and had never even considered Sue in that way. Truth be told she hadn't really considered anyone in that way for the longest time, her unfortunate army experience and the following humiliation at the hands of her fellow soldiers had been enough to seriously dampen her ardour. Other than a few brief encounters to 'scratch an itch' so to speak, romance hadn't crossed her mind since returning from Afghanistan.

'It's ok, I wasn't fishing for compliments' stated Sue, obviously a bit disgruntled at the slightly horrified expression on Carrie's face.

'No, it's not ok. I'm sorry Sue, you took me by surprise and to be honest -- well, it's been a while.'

'Yeah I know, your friend Ali mentioned that you weren't seeing anyone and that you hadn't been in a relationship for a while.'

'Great! Nice to know that my friends have been talking about me behind my back!' The hurt of the way she was treated in the army came flooding back; the way some of her mostly-male colleagues had made her life hell; the gossip; the names.

'Jeez Carrie, chill out woman! Ali didn't volunteer any information, I asked her a couple of questions and she answered them, it really wasn't big deal! At least I know now where I stand with you, I won't be making that mistake again.'

'This was a bad idea.' And with that Carrie grabbed her jacket and strode away from the table. She was furious but she wasn't sure why. It wasn't as though Ali would deliberately gossip about her behind her back and Sue was nice enough, so why was she so damned angry?

She knew the answer deep down but didn't want to acknowledge it consciously so she went home and did what she always did -- she stood under a shower that was so hot it hurt, trying to wash the hurt and the shame away.

Later she would get very, very drunk.

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Sue walked into The Flag and scanned the crowd until she found who she was looking for. Ali was sat at the bar chatting to the barman, looking up and smiling as Sue approached.

'Hiya, how are things?'

'I'm ok but I thought I should warn you that I seem to have upset Carrie.' And she proceeded to tell Ali about their confrontation at lunchtime. 'She seemed really pissed off that we'd talked about her; I'm sorry if I've dropped you in it but I thought I should warn you.'

Ali was silent for a time, thinking about Carrie and the way she'd reacted. She also started to analyse Carrie's change in personality and refusal to enter into the dating scene again since her return from Afghanistan.

'Listen Sue, I don't know the details but I think something happened to Carrie when she was stationed overseas. I think kid gloves may be needed with her right now, I think she's fragile somehow.'

'She told me about how they'd discovered her relationship with another woman and that it caused her to leave the army.'

'No Sue, we all know about that. It's something else, something deeper, something worse. Don't worry about getting me in trouble with Carrie, we're old friends and we have history and we won't fall out over this, but watch yourself with her, I don't want to see her hurting.'

'I don't want to hurt her, I really like her but for some reason she seems to hate me and I don't know why. Should I keep trying or just walk away?'

'I don't have the answers, just watch your step that's all I'm saying -- otherwise one of you could wind up getting hurt.'

Sue left the bar and walked out into the cooling evening, wondering what her next move should be. She questioned her motives regarding Carrie. Why did she feel so drawn to her? Was she really that attracted to her or was it because she was the best connection to her lost brother? Maybe she should work things out in her own head before she pursued Carrie any further.

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Carrie woke up with the mother of all hangovers. Her head felt like there was a pneumatic drill inside and the bright morning light felt like it was piercing her brain like a laser. She managed to haul herself into the bathroom and sit on the toilet but as she got up she felt dizzy and stumbled against the sink, just managing to get her head over the basin before vomiting.

She stared at herself in the mirror, noticing the dead look in her red rimmed eyes, the sallow complexion and the lank blonde hair that hung limply about her face. Thoughts of how she'd stormed out on Sue came back into her mind and she groaned, knowing she had to apologise, but not now. She went back to bed.

The phone woke her again and she was surprised to see that it was dark outside. She ignored the ringing and headed into the kitchen, chugging orange juice straight out of the carton in an effort to slake an all consuming thirst.

She noticed the bottle of Dalwhinnie Single Malt sitting on the work surface, now three quarters empty, and groaned inwardly. She had to stop destroying herself like this; maybe this time she really would get some counselling?

After cleaning herself up and getting dressed she remembered about the phone and hit the message button, Ali's bright and cheery voice filling the room.

'Hey babe, how are you? Just to remind you that it's Jenny's hen night tomorrow and you need to be there by 8pm. call me.'

Glancing at the clock she noticed it was after midnight so she changed her sweat soaked sheets, got undressed again and went back to bed.

The next time she surfaced into consciousness she was startled awake by a dream about a time when her and Jonno had gone out drinking together and had ended up passing out in the same bed. In real life she remembered waking the next morning, confused to find him snoring next to her, then relieved as she realised they were both still fully clothed.

In the dream though she had reached out and caressed the side of his face, leant in and kissed him deeply, passionately, had felt her body respond to the hands that were caressing her gently, finally pulling back to look into a face that didn't belong to Jonno at all but to his sister Sue. Eye's so like his but softer and filled with the kindness and passion that only a lover can show.

By the time she woke up fully she was fiercely turned on and her exploring hand found her aching sex wet and wanting, her nipples hard and proud. It wasn't long before her fingers were pounding into her as she pulled on her nipples, her climax coming fast and leaving her panting.

She lay there confused and anxious before mentally berating herself to get a grip. She got up and got on with her life, spending time visiting garden centres and planting the young seedlings into her small garden. She did laundry, cooked meals for the freezer and generally spent a homely day keeping herself busy........ and yet, the dream haunted her; would never quite leave her alone, tormented her with thoughts of how it would be to have a partner, a significant other, someone to whom she belonged and they to her.

She arrived at Ali's a little after 8pm that evening. She didn't really want to go but had nothing better to do so she'd wrapped her present, pulled on a pair of jeans that were tight enough to stop traffic and her favourite Stranglers t-shirt and headed out of the door.

'Hey, I was worried you weren't going to turn up!' Smiled Ali as she hugged Carrie fiercely and dragged her straight into the kitchen before saying anything else 'I have to warn you that Jenny has invited Sue. I would have warned you earlier but I only just found out myself.'

This wasn't entirely true -- she had known that Sue had been invited since early that morning but she was worried about the hermit lifestyle that Carrie seemed to adopting and didn't want to give her the chance to back out. She also didn't want to stop Sue from coming as she felt that maybe Sue was someone who could drag Carrie kicking and screaming back into the real world given time.

'Have you two been talking about me again?' scowled Carrie. She didn't want another confrontation and was about ready to turn on her heal and flee.

Ali grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her down into a chair at the kitchen table, sitting opposite her and holding her hands.

'Now you listen to me ok? Sue's nice. I know how private you've become but we haven't been gossiping about you ok? She likes you for god's sake and would like to be your friend if nothing else; she asked for my advice that's all. Carrie I don't know where you go to in your head these days but I'm getting the impression it's not a nice place. We're all here to help you babe if you need us. You don't have to tell me the details but don't run away from us either alright?'

Carrie was stunned. She had known that her behaviour had changed since she'd come home from the army but she thought she hid it well, had no idea that her friends had picked up on it. She looked at Ali and saw the concern on her friend's face.

'I'm sorry Ali. I can't talk about it but you're right, I have some issues that I'm dealing with right now. I know I snapped at Sue and I need to apologise to her. Thanks for caring Hon.' and she hugged Ali tightly as she fought back the tears that threatened to engulf her.

Just as they joined the others in the living room one of their friends returned from the front door with Sue in tow.

Carrie and her both stood there at opposite ends of the room, staring at each other, neither of them knowing what to say. Finally Carrie managed a half smile and nodded her head slightly; it wasn't much but it was enough to allow Sue to be comfortable in the same room as her and she sat down on the sofa and accepted a glass of wine.

The evening was fun but Carrie found it hard to relax and enjoy herself properly. There was plenty of chatter and laughter as Jenny was opening presents, especially when it turned out that both Carrie and Sue had each bought her a vibrator.

There were several times during the evening when Carrie found her eyes drawn toward Sue and it wasn't uncommon for her to glance covertly in her direction to find Sue looking back at her, both of them looking away quickly as if they'd been caught doing something naughty.




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As the evening was winding down Carrie stood up to leave. She'd stayed on soft drinks all night so as not to get another hangover and as she was saying her goodbyes she asked if anyone needed a lift. 

The only person who said yes was Sue, but she could hardly rescind the offer once she'd made it and besides, she needed to apologise anyway so may as well get it over with.

They walked to the car and started their journey in silence, finally both starting to speak at once to fill the void, which at least had the effect of making them laugh.

'Sue I need to apologise about the other day. I just got a bit freaked out and it wasn't your fault, I shouldn't have shouted at you and I shouldn't have stormed off, I really am very sorry.' 

Carrie was glad that she was driving and didn't have to look at Sue's face, especially since she knew her own was turning red with embarrassment. She felt a hand squeeze her own hand resting on the gear stick and turned to see Sue smiling at her.

'We seem to apologise to each other a lot don't we; how about we both forget about the past and just move on from here? I'd like to be friends if you'll let me.'

'It's a deal.' And with that they drew up outside Sue's house and she climbed out without another word, turning to wave as Carrie pulled away from the curb. Carrie's dreams that night were disturbing and frightening, full of feelings of helplessness and humiliation, of being held down and having her clothes torn from her body, of laughter at her expense, at rough hands pawing at her body, of the smell of beer and cheap whiskey.

She awoke at 5am in a cold sweat and rushed straight into the shower, standing under the scalding water for as long as she could endure, desperately trying to wash the thoughts out of her head. As she showered Sue's words from earlier kept swirling around her brain like a mantra "forget about the past and just move on from here." Could she ever do it?

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Carrie received the invitation to the forces memorial service through the post and almost threw it straight into the bin in disgust; then she thought about Jonno and changed her mind, picking up her mobile and making a call.

She felt slightly weird calling Sue but maybe it was an ideal way for them to spend some time together on neutral territory, helping to put the past behind them.

Sue was delighted to get her call and was overjoyed to have someone to go with. Her parents were getting on and weren't up to the travel but Sue was determined that there would be someone there to represent her brother; now there would be two people standing in Jonno's corner.

They didn't see each other in the intervening 2 weeks and both were a little nervous, their track record wasn't great after all, but once seated on the train they managed to fall into that comfortable journey state where long silences punctuated with intermittent chatter was perfectly comfortable.

The service was in the morning and they had booked into a small hotel for the night, getting there a little after 8pm in the evening. They checked in uneventfully and were shown to adjoining rooms, a locked door separating them, where they freshened-up after their journey before wandering out to a restaurant to eat.

They managed to make small talk and have a good time and again Carrie started noticing the similarities between Susan and Jonno and she couldn't help commenting on it, which made Sue smile.

It was then she noticed just how Sue's eyes sparkled when she smiled, how the little crows feet at the corners actually seemed to enhance her appearance rather than detract from it. She also noticed how Sue's generous breasts were trying to break free from the confines of her blouse and that they had a smattering of freckles on the gentle swell at the top.

She learned that Susan was currently not working but was financially stable due to a generous redundancy payment and some sound investments she'd made into the property market during the last slump.

Eventually the conversation got around to partners, with Sue asking if she was still in touch with the woman who had caused her departure from the army.

'Hell no! It was never serious and if she'd had the sense to keep her damned mouth shut it would have saved me a lot of grief; I don't ever want to hear from her again.' Carrie was starting to get jittery with this line of conversation but she managed to hold herself in check.

'So what about you? You're a very attractive woman, how come you're still single?' 

Sue smiled at the compliment, even if it was inadvertent. 'Oh I don't know, just haven't met the right person I guess. I've only had 2 long term relationships; one with a guy who turned out to be a complete dickhead. I dumped him when I caught him shagging one of his colleagues and "borrowing" money from my bank account. The other one was with a woman. We were together for about 3 years but it just didn't work out, I think we just wanted different things and eventually we just fizzled out. I still meet up with her for a drink every now and again and sometimes I can't work out how we ever became friends let alone lovers.

How come you haven't found anyone new since leaving the army, you must have had plenty of offers?'

Carrie felt herself tense again and her initial reaction was to get angry and run but then she felt a gentle caress on the back of her hand on the table and it calmed her a little. She looked up into Sue's face and saw nothing but caring and concern.

'It's ok, it's obviously a sore point, just forget I asked. If you need to speak to someone though I'm a good listener.' And she steered the conversation onto safer ground.

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Carrie had no idea what time it was when she heard the urgent knocking at the adjoining door. She sat up in bed and switched on the light, trying to get her bearings in the strange room.

She got out of bed and unlocked the door seeing Sue standing just the other side.

'What's up?' she asked groggily

'That's what I wanted to ask you. You've been shouting in your sleep for the last 15 minutes and I was worried about you, I thought you might have been afraid of the storm.'

'What storm?' but just then the night sky was rent by lightening, closely followed by a loud crash indicating that the storm was pretty close.

'Sorry, I get nightmares sometimes but I'd taken a sleeping tablet so I didn't wake.' It was then that she noticed the frightened look on Sue's face and the way she was hugging herself. 'Are you afraid of the storm?'

'I know it's silly but I've never liked them.' Sue answered sheepishly.

Carrie took hold of Sue's hand and steered her toward her bed. 'Come and sleep with me if it'll make you feel better.' Sue was initially surprised but gratefully accepted the offer, climbing under the duvet and snuggling down as Carrie got in the other side.

As Carrie reached for the light she turned to Sue and smiled 'Did you know that your big rough, tough brother was also afraid of thunder storms? He used to climb into my bed sometimes too.'

Sue chuckled; grateful for the way Carrie was taking care of her trying to stop her feeling silly. She felt instantly calmer and soon both of them were sleeping again.

Carrie awoke irritated by something tickling her nose, opening her eyes to find her vision filled with soft chestnut hair. She was snuggled up against Sue's back, spooning her closely from behind, her right arm tucked tightly into Sue's tummy and being firmly held in place by Sue's hand as she slept.

Carrie was horrified at her nocturnal migration from the other side of the bed and was desperately trying to work out how to extricate herself without waking Sue, when memories of Sue's words came back to her again "forget about the past and just move on from here" and she realised that for the first time since leaving the army she had slept soundly and without bad dreams.

In fact she felt warm, peaceful, rested and if she was honest with herself she didn't really want to move at all. As she was considering her situation she heard Sue's breathing change, signalling that she was waking. Carrie tried to gently pull her hand back so she could move away but Sue held on and actually pulled her arm more tightly around her.

Carrie knew that this was no somnolent move, it was quite deliberate. She fought the rising panic and allowed herself to just enjoy the feeling of closeness for a moment, her body relaxing as she took deep breaths, inhaling the soft scent of Sue's hair.

They lay quite still for a moment, not speaking, until Sue slowly rolled over, keeping hold of Carrie's arm so that it fell over her back as she turned onto her side, looking into Carrie's eyes and seeing something there that had been absent in the past. There seemed to be life in her eyes that was previously absent and where as before Carrie often looked slightly worried or scared, there was little or no trace of that now; it seemed to have been replaced with something else -- trust maybe?

'Hey' Whispered Sue as she smiled warmly, snaking her own arm onto Carrie's hip under the covers, her thumb gently caressing the soft material of her pyjamas.

'Hey yourself' whispered Carrie back, at a loss for something else to say. She had denied herself any type of real and emotional closeness with another person for so long that she now felt like a mist was clearing, allowing her to remember how wonderful and intimate something as simple as a cuddle, a gentle touch from another could feel. The fear that she had lived with for so long had shifted slightly and had morphed into something different -- hope? Anticipation possibly? 

It seemed like they stared into each other's eyes for the longest time, speaking volumes while saying nothing until Sue moved her face closer slightly until Carrie could feel her warm breath on her face, their eye's never parting.

'May I?' Carrie thought about the question, she really did, her answer eventually coming in the form of a slight nod.

Sue inched closer still until her lips barely touched Carrie's, she kissed her gently and tentatively, pulling back to gauge the reaction on Carrie's face and finding her wide eyed but unresisting, so she kissed her again but this time more firmly and as she felt Carrie start to respond she allowed her tongue to lick along her lower lip, encouraging her to open her mouth.

Carrie's heart was beating wildly. There was still fear and yet there was something else, something good, something positive, something natural; Sue's lips felt so soft, so giving, so wonderful. She pulled away from the kiss and looked at Sue once more, again seeing no malice in her eyes, just caring and longing and as she looked at her face she could almost feel the ice around her heart cracking, freeing her soul and awakening her sensuality and before she even realised what she was doing she had tightened her grip around Sue's waist and pulled her tightly against her, their lips coming together and their tongues sweetly exploring each other's mouth.

She jumped slightly as she felt Sue's hand slide over the curve of her hip and cup a firm buttock, kneading gently, sensuously, but as surprise turned to pleasure she was unable to stop the low moan escape her mouth and she allowed herself to revel in the sensation, realising that her own hand was now roaming freely over Sue's back. 

Sue seemed to sense a change in Carrie and she pulled away from her lips, stroking Carrie's face tenderly as she kissed and nibbled the line of her jaw, tracing her lips down her neck and smiling as she heard Carrie's breathing change as her arousal grew. Sue knew that this was a now - or - never moment but she also knew she had to tread lightly, so she placed her lips against Carrie's ear, her voice little more than a husky whisper " I really want to make love to you, will you let me?"

Carrie was past making rational decisions at this point and her answer of 'oh god yes, please' was out of her mouth without conscious thought or deliberation, her body now making her choices for her.

Sue sat up in bed and lifted her pyjama top over her head, revealing a pair of round, full, heavy breasts that sagged slightly under their own weight but were no less appealing for it. Her hands slid under the covers and she shimmied out of her bottoms, producing them above the duvet with a flourish and tossing them across the room.

Carrie hadn't moved. She lay there watching Sue, mesmerised by the way her breasts swayed with every move, realising that she was salivating at the thought of taking those luscious globes into her hands and sucking on the thick, long, dark red nipples that were their crowning glory.

Sue leaned over and gently pushed Carrie onto her back, her hands deftly undoing the buttons on Carrie's top until she could peel the material back and expose her chest to her gaze. Carrie's breasts were smaller; pert and firm with small pink nipples like jelly tots and Sue couldn't resist taking first one and then the other into her mouth and licking around the pinnacles as she sucked them into her mouth, feeling them harden further into little pebbles under her tongue's assault.

Carrie pushed Sue away for just long enough to remove her pyjama's, instantly pulling her back on top and kissing her deeply once more, both of them moaning as their naked bodies made full contact for the first time, their hands caressing every available inch of soft, yielding skin.

Sue lifted up slightly, intent on moving down Carrie's body but she had other ideas, grasping the pendulous breasts that were hanging above her and pulling them into her mouth; nibbling and sucking on the rigid nipples until Sue was moaning loudly and her wetness was starting to seep down and mingle with Carrie's.

Sue slipped off Carrie's body and they lay on their sides kissing, their legs entwined as their hands travelled lower until they were both cupping each other's mounds, mirroring each other's actions as they dipped searching fingers into sopping folds, rubbing hard nubs and thrusting those knowing fingers into warm, wet, silky tunnels until they were both gasping for air, their kisses stifling their moans as their frenzied actions increased and they crested, their pussies clenching and contracting around the fingers that had supplied their release.

They lay holding each other tightly as their highs subsided, their arms and legs wrapped around each other, a bundle of hot sweaty limbs, pulsing with the aftermath of intense pleasure until they were roused by the front desk phoning with Carrie's wake up call.

She put the phone down and rolled back to face Sue, who took her face in her hands, kissed her tenderly and said 'Wow, that was intense!'

'Mmmm I didn't expect that.' Murmured Carrie, once again basking in the feeling that only making love with someone you care about and trust can give, allowing her lips to nibble Sue's ear lobe and neck as she nuzzled in tightly against her 'but I suppose we better get up and get ready for the service?'

Reluctantly they climbed out of bed to shower and dress in their separate rooms, Carrie automatically turning the shower to its highest temperature and then smiling to herself in astonishment as she slowly turned it back down again to something more pleasant. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually enjoyed a shower but today she actually found herself singing as she lathered her body; running her hands over skin that so recently had been caressed by someone else.

Sue expressed surprise when Carrie wandered into her room wearing a dark blue trouser suit rather than her uniform. 'I swore I'd never wear it again once I got out -- Jonno's funeral was an exception, I won't ever be wearing it again.' 

Once again Sue saw Carrie's eyes cloud over, the pain evident regardless of how hard she tried to hide it, so she walked up to her and wrapped her arms around her, not saying anything, just showing her support in a silent hug.

Carrie instantly felt herself calm and the rising anger subsided as she hugged Sue back and held her tightly, the closeness of another person providing a comfort she had denied herself for too long.

Sue kissed Carrie quickly and lightly on the lips, said 'let's go' and took her by the hand as they left the room.

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The memorial service was quite uneventful and was a mixture of mourning for those who were lost and celebration of their lives and achievements. Both Carrie and Sue shed tears as they remembered Jonno, and as many parts of the service were taken by people who had actually known and served with the fallen soldiers it was much more personal than his funeral had been.

There was a buffet lunch reception in a hotel after the service and Sue noticed that Carrie wasn't vaguely interested in speaking to any of the army personnel there -- in fact she seemed to deliberately avoid most of them, her eyes constantly scanning the assembled group, always alert and on guard like a coiled spring.

Sue went to the buffet table to get them both another glass of wine as Carrie left the function room to use the bathroom. When Carrie hadn't returned after a few minutes she started to get concerned and went to look for her.

Rounding a corner she saw Carrie in the corner of the corridor having what seemed to be a very intense discussion with a man in uniform. It wasn't until she got a little closer that she could here when Carrie was saying and realised that Carrie actually had a very firm grip on the mans genitals, his face contorted in pain at the force Carrie was exerting.

'Get you fucking hands off me you dyke bitch. You show up here in civvies with some fucking tart on your arm, you've got no respect!' and he winced harder as Carrie squeezed just that little bit tighter.

'I've got no respect? You arrogant fucking arsehole! Do you think what you and your cronies did to me showed any kind of respect? I DO have respect for the army but not for many of the people in it, you included; and as for the woman you're calling a tart -- that's Jonno Clark's sister and if I remember rightly he saved your sorry arse by dragging you out of the line of fire when you fell over and were too scared to get up again, you cowardly piece of shit, so don't talk to me about respect!

Yes I'm in civvies because the old-boys network ruined my attitude toward the uniform but remember one thing, I'm not in the army now and I can still press charges through the police and there isn't a thing the army could do to save you. My evidence coupled with the recorded conversations I had with the commander when he was convincing me to keep my mouth shut would be enough to put you into prison -- sex offenders get what they deserve in prison, who'd be the bitch then huh?'

At this point the man dropped to his knees coughing, as Carrie gave a final twist to emphasise her point and let go. She turned to find Sue standing a few feet behind her, storming past her and out of the hotel door where she stopped and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply as she held it in shaky hands. 'Well that told him! Want to talk about it?' Carrie looked into Sue's face and was about to say no, except that when she saw the concern in Sue's eyes as she slipped a protective arm around her shoulders in a gesture of support, instead of words coming out Carrie found herself sobbing instead.

She allowed herself to be guided through the hotel grounds until they came to a bench in a quiet, secluded spot where Carrie buried her face in Sue's shoulder and allowed the wracking sobs free reign until Sue's soothing words and gentle touches brought her back from the darkness that threatened to engulf her.




Forgetting the Past Ch. 02



I'm still contemplating the vision of beauty that crossed my path the next day; remembering the fiery red of his hair; cut short but with enough there to allow someone's fingers to run through. I'm also remembering the stormy grey of his eyes, the ampleness of his ruby lips and the slight curve of his back, sloping down into something altogether more satisfying. My cock begins to stir and I'm fantasising some altogether more obscene notions, when a voice breaks through my reverie. I jerk my head up scowling, then blush nearly forty shades of red as I realise who I'm scowling at. 

"Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" He asks politely.

I nod my assent and try not to stare as he plonks himself down in the seat next to me. He's even more beautiful up close.

He holds out his hand. "I'm Tyler by the way."

Struck dumb for a few moments I simply gaze at his hand, not speaking. A bemused smile appears on his lips and he waves his other hand in my face.

"You with me?" He teases.

I snap out of my trance and take his hand in my own. It's soft and warm, sending tingles down my spine, into my stomach, to pool pleasurably in my groin. 

"Ares." I answer.

"God of war, right?"

I smile, surprised. "Not many people know that."

He raises an eyebrow and taps the side of his nose. "Not many people are as smart as we are."

I smile again, liking that he's collated us as 'we.' The rest of the class is pretty much boring but I take pleasure in making furtive glances at Tyler, drinking in his profile and breathing hard to find his scent. He smells like ocean air; salty and clean, almost tempting me nuzzle his neck and run my fingers through his hair.

We go together for lunch where I find out that Tyler skipped a year at school (genius) and so despite being in his second year of university, has only just turned 19. I'm confused as to why I haven't seen him before and he explains that he's just transferred from another university because the History degree here offered a broader range of topics. He also informs me that he's a long distance runner which would account for his lithe body. He probably weighs no more than 170 pounds and I'm hard pressed to stop myself from imagining that very same litheness undulating beneath me. I berate myself mentally and try to concentrate on the words leaving the cupid bow of his lips. 

Both of us are laughing hysterically at a particularly humorous anecdote he has about his last lecturer when a shadow descends upon our table. I look up expectantly only to groan inwardly as I'm confronted with a grim faced, Azrael.

"Who's your new friend, Snow?"

I grit my teeth angrily and steadfastly ignore him, hoping he'll take the hint and fuck off.

No such luck.

Tyler offers his hand, "Tyler. And you are...?"

Azrael takes his hand and holds it for longer than necessary, blatantly stroking his thumb back and forth across the back of it.

"Azrael." He practically purrs. 

He's really taking the piss now.

"What do you want, Azrael?" I question, venomously.

"But, you know that already, Snow White." He enthuses.

I flinch at both the name and meaning of his words. By now, Tyler is looking slightly bemused at our exchange and has his head cocked to the side, one eyebrow raised. 

"We used to date." I explain to Tyler. His face changes and he nods in understanding.

"If I remember correctly, we were doing a lot more than just dating." Azrael imparts lasciviously.

With this, he takes it upon himself to sit down, plonking himself so close to me that he's practically in my lap. 

"So what brings you here, Tyler?" He enquires.

I sit, dismayed that Azrael has come along and managed to monopolise my conversation with Tyler right under my nose. I'm on the brink of hyperventilation, blood boiling, temper rising, when Azrael decides to run his hand up my thigh, whilst still talking charmingly to Tyler. I don't want to make a scene inside a public building so I grin and bear it, all the while wishing I was in possession of a very sharp fork. Tyler notes the redness of my face, the wildness of my eyes and enquires sincerely if I'm alright. His concern softens my angered state slightly and I tell him I have a headache, conscious that Azrael's hand is reaching higher on my thigh, perilously close to discovering the effect that Tyler unconsciously has on my body. He offers to get me a glass of water and once he's left the table, I turn to Azrael, ready to spit poison.

I'm about to wrench his hand off my thigh and impart some extremely colourful language when his hand cups the crotch of my jeans, finding my hardness and squeezes gently. Involuntarily I let out a gasp, caught between pleasure and disbelief; shocked that he has the audacity to touch me in so intimate a way.

"Only I can make you feel like this." He intones, other hand slipping down the back of my jeans to press a finger at my tail bone. He caresses my sweet spot and I bite my lip. He smiles wickedly. The bastard still knows how to push my buttons.

"Are you ready to admit you still want me?" 

The finger at my tail bone moves lower. Involuntarily, I bite my lip harder.

"All you have to do is beg."

All of a sudden, common sense prevails and the rational side of my brain kicks in. I extract Azrael's hands away from my body and smile invitingly into his face, lulling him before I go for the jugular.

"Azrael, Azrael, Azrael." I sigh dramatically, watching him smile encouragingly. "I find myself as emotionally attached to you as one would be to a prostitute with herpes, and quite frankly I'd sooner beg- as you so nicely put it- to lick a tramps balls than have you touch me ever again." I narrow my eyes, dangerously. "Make no mistake, Azrael. You lost the right to make me feel anything but hatred for you the day you hit me. This is not for you." I say contemptibly, indicating my crotch. "And it never will be again."

I observe in silent satisfaction as the self-satisfied smirk on his face disappears and is instead replaced with outrage.

I smile innocently. "Is everything ok? It's just that you've turned a nasty shade of puce."

He pushes himself up from next to me like he's been stung. I watch smugly as he tries to compose himself.

"I'll get you back, Ares Luca." He whispers, menacingly. "Whether it be through you or someone else." He glances over at Tyler standing at the counter, smiling that same mischievous smile he gave me when he turned up on my doorstep three years ago.  

"Don't you dare, Azrael Young." I warn.

His smile turns into a full blown grin.

"Oh. But I do, Snow White."

With that he walks up to Tyler and says his goodbyes. I watch, livid, as he leans down to place a kiss on his cheek. Azrael offers me a wink on his way out and it's all I can do not to launch myself out of my seat and rip his spine out. Tyler returns to the table.

"He seems friendly." 

I grunt in reply, still glowering at the door even though Azrael is long since gone.

~~~*~~~

Over the next few weeks I manage to forget about Azrael and his threat. Tyler and I forge an extremely close friendship, though frequently I recognise undercurrents of something else. Usually if I'm not in Tyler's room, then Tyler's in mine. We train together, competing fiercely to beat one another and maintain our edge. It's at the end of one of our gym sessions that I realise Tyler reciprocates my more than friendly feelings towards him. 

We're both in the shower. I'm washing my face, lathering it with soap when I feel his hands at my back. For a moment I'm startled until I remember he's in the shower with me. I stop washing my face and wait for him to make his next move. He pushes his hands around me and concentrates on washing my chest. His erection's rubbing at my arse but I don't turn around, instead letting him continue with his task. Soon enough his fingers focus their attention on my nipples and I push against him. This seems to break his trance because he moves away from my arse and moves his hand back to my shoulders. After a few seconds he moves away completely. I rinse off my face not daring to look at Tyler, though realising that he's washing himself pretending that nothing's happened. I follow suit and our friendship remains intact, though the undercurrents are stronger, making my mind and groin harder to control.

It all comes to head though, after another particularly gruelling session, this time running. We go to mine and collapse gasping onto the sofa. 

"I won!" He crows excitedly, slate eyes twinkling. "Therefore, you owe me a massage."

"But you cheated!" I shoot back, outraged but amused.

"Now, now." He mocks disapprovingly, shaking his forefinger at me. "A deal's a deal and nowhere in our bet did it say that I couldn't have a head start." 

He grins at me roguishly and I get the distinct feeling that he's done this on purpose, giving me the green light to act on all the hesitancy we've been exercising, too afraid to push the boundaries of our friendship. 

I relent, "Fine, fine but next time, you have to give me a massage. Deal?"

"Deal." He grins triumphantly at me, getting up. "I'm going to take a shower, first."

"No!" His musk is arousing. "It's ok. Shower later."

He raises his eyebrows at me but doesn't argue. Toned arms reach for the bottom of his shirt and he lifts it up over his head exposing his milky lean chest. I marvel at his torso, it reminding me of marble except for the light dusting of freckles. I get up and he lays full length on the sofa, face on folded hands and bum slightly raised. My mouth water slightly. I straddle his hips and get to work on his shoulders. My palms run over his deltoids, fingers spreading wide before coming back to complete the circle. I tease his trapezius muscles with my thumbs and am rewarded with a low groan. Once I've soothed the tension out of those, I work my way down the smooth plane of his back, dragging a finger slowly down his spine. He shivers and groans again and I feel myself rise to attention.

I've reached the middle of his back, kneading and pressing, stroking and rubbing when he asks me to move lower. I do so hesitantly until I reach his tail bone and the gentle curve of his arse. I tease there for a time before pressing my thumbs to his spine and tracing them up towards his neck. All the while I lift my fingers slightly so that they only flutter over his skin, tantalising his flesh. His hips jerk, unwittingly pressing his arse into my groin. He freezes feeling the effect he has on me but when he doesn't move I freeze too, thinking that I've gone too far.

However, after a few seconds have passed, he starts to move again, the rhythm of his hips more pronounced as he purposely pushes his arse into me. My fingers that had been so busy at his neck now work their way downwards, thumbs following the line of his spine until both are pressed into his tail bone and my hands are spanning the width of his back, reaching to the sides of his hips and holding him there. My hard cock now rests between his arse cheeks and I simply revel in the feeling until he speaks.

"More."

I don't answer him with words; instead, rock my hips to the gentle sway of his own. We grind and groan, me pulling his hips into mine, him pushing them towards me. Soon our pace loses its gentleness, becoming frantic and I watch through hooded eyes as he reaches a hand down into his shorts and begins to stroke himself. I'm only vaguely aware, when one of my own hands leaves its grip on his hip and finds its way into his boxers, fingers wrapping around the head, encouraging more of his slippery precum. I graze the tip of a finger over his piss slit, smiling with glee when he lets out a whimper and pushes his arse furiously into my hardness. 

I really want to fuck him but not on the sofa and not like this so I content myself with rocking between the beautiful peaks of his arse. I can feel him tighten up so I know he's close. Increasing the speed of my own hips, I remove his hand from his cock, place it above his head with the other one and wrap my own fingers around him. He lets out a gurgle of pleasure. I smile and place a kiss on the back of his neck, hips still moving to our own private cadence. We're gasping and moaning now, bodies soaked with sweat, precum leaking, both so very close. I feel our balls tighten simultaneously; we're swaying on the cusp of orgasm, breathing harshly, when maddeningly there's a knock at the door and we both freeze.

"Ares. There's a package for you downstairs. If you don't come and get it now, security is threatening to throw it away."

I swear softly and extract myself from Tyler who lets out a disappointed moan.

"Sorry." I whisper into his neck. "I'll be back in a sec.

I'm coming." I bellow to the person outside, then snicker to myself mirthlessly, realising how true that could have been a moment ago.

I leave the room, reluctantly, leaving a half naked Tyler still lying face down on the coach. Loping down the stairs, I have the misfortune of bumping into Azrael.

"Nice wet spot, Snow White."

I'm flummoxed until he indicates the front of my shorts. Shit! I wince, turning red in mortification, noticing the patch of precum on the front of my shorts.

"You've been a naughty boy, Ares." He taunts.

"Go get fucked." I impart viciously.

He laughs. "Maybe I will."

His laughter continues down the hall way, mocking me as I hitch my shorts up higher and pull down my scrunched t-shirt. I mutter furiously under my breath and make my way to the security office to collect my mail. After finally convincing the security guy that I was indeed Ares Luca as it said on the package, I manage to attain my package. 

"Fucking retard!" I mutter irritably. Carnal images of Tyler fill my mind, once again arousing me so I race back to my room. Unfortunately on the way, I'm accosted by a friend from class, Jake. We exchange pleasantries but all while he's talking, my frustration becomes more and more suffocating, my mind tortured with images of Tyler's milky prone body, writhing beneath mine, him groaning in pleasure. I nod maniacally at Jake and I think he takes the hint that I'm distracted because he finishes his sentence and offers a hasty goodbye. Dismissing him almost immediately, I take the stairs two at a time, nearly breaking a toe in the process; such is my haste to reach my floor.

I reach for the handle, hearing a groan from the room. I smile, glad that he's still heated for me. 

Opening the door, the smile drops from my lips. 

Azrael has taken my former position straddling Tyler's hips, except now Tyler's boxers are around his ankles. His hands are gripped above his head by one of Azrael's, his face held down into the sofa by the other and Azrael is grinding his naked cock between his cheeks.

WHAT. THE FUCK. IS THIS?!?!?

I'm about to voice my thoughts when I hear Tyler give a desperate moan of my name. 

HUH! 

Anger blends with confusion, clouding my mind until finally... I get it. 

Azrael's meeting me on the stairs, surmising what I've been up to and probably with whom. The threat at lunch coupled with the charged look at Tyler. He had actually meant it. The bastard had gone into my room, seen Tyler lying face down on the couch and had decided to take advantage. It must have been a bonus for him when he realised that Tyler wasn't going to fight him soon as in his titillated state he simply thought it to be me returning. Azrael may be a couple inches taller than my 6" 2 but we were still about the same weight.

Dangerously, fury fills my veins. I drop my package and let rip a savage cry before launching myself at Azrael. He barely manages to register that I'm in the room before I have him on his back on the floor, sending blows at his face and chest. I can vaguely hear Tyler shouting in the background but red is clouding my vision and all I see is Azrael. Azrael on Tyler, Azrael in Tyler. Letting out another ferocious cry and about to break the bastard's stupid nose, Tyler drags me back. 

"Ares, you're going to kill him." He presses his chest into my back and places a kiss on the same spot on the back of my neck where I kissed him. I calm instantly, the red haze lifting from my vision. Looking back to Azrael I assess the damage. His eye is swollen shut and there's blood dripping slowly from a cut on his cheek and above his eyebrow. Though his lips are swollen, they aren't split and for a second I'm actually disappointed that in my rage I haven't inflicted more damage. After that I'm just plain mad.

"You stupid, pathetic, fucking bastard." I snarl maliciously, despotizing him with my words. "You were going to rape him, weren't you?"

I feel Tyler shudder behind me and his grip tightens.

Despite being nearly battered to death, Azrael still manages to be an arsehole.

"I'd hardly call it rape." He retaliates sarcastically. "He was practically begging for it. Writhing and moaning under me like a bitch in heat."

I nearly lose it again but Tyler keeps me in check, whispering firmly into my ear that though justified in this case, murder is still illegal. I decide to ignore his last comment, offering him only the full measure of how much I despise him.

"I want you out of this room and out of my life." I retort lividly. "And if you so much as touch him again- Actually, no. If you so much as look at him or me for that matter in the wrong way again, I will not hesitate to kill you."

Maybe it's the way I'm snarling or the set of my face but I mange to penetrate his cool facade and he flinches. He drags himself up off the floor and makes for the door.

Still defiant he mutters, "This isn't over Snow White."

I stand up and practically hiss at him, "Oh, but it is." I slam the door and press my forehead to it, sighing heavily.

Tyler puts a hand on my shoulder and instantly I turn around, face buried in his neck, hugging him hard enough that he starts gasping for air.

"I'm sorry." I murmur into his neck.

He takes my face in his hands and we share our first kiss. Lips melding, his tongue licks lightly at my lips before I open my mouth and he gains entry, tentatively running his tongue over my teeth to duel with my own. I respond hungrily, pushing my fingers into his fiery hair, massaging his tongue with my own. We stay like this for a few more seconds before he gives a final suck of my tongue and we pull apart for breath.

"Wow!" I bluster breathlessly.

He grins widely. "You don't have to be sorry, Ares. I'm just glad you came back when you did, otherwise Azrael would be six feet under right now and you'd be occupying a certain 8 by 8 room, wearing a very unflattering jumpsuit."

I laugh but I'm thinking of the other consequence of what may have happened if I didn't return in time; the one he doesn't seem to be talking about. Tyler can read me so very well and he places a hand on my cheek. 

"It didn't happen, Ares. Don't torment yourself thinking what may have happened. I don't want to think about it ever again and I want you to do the same. The thought's enough to twist my guts and make me retch."

I watch as he balks slightly in recollection. 

I promise not to bring it up again.

"So...." He starts, "Do you still want to...?"

He blushes; his face matching the same colour as his hair. I run my fingers through it, a bit surprised that he still wants to continue from where we left off.

"Are you sure? I mean after Azrael and ...?"

He nods and offers me his hand. I take it hesitantly before leading him to the bedroom.

"You done this before?" I question.

"Once or twice but not with anyone I really liked."

"Do you like me?" I ask, humour lacing my voice.

"Is the sky blue?" He shoots back, making me laugh.




Forgetting the Past Ch. 02



Very much so. I think. I sit us both on my bed, wait a few seconds then proceed to attack his mouth with my own. I moan lustily as his saliva mixes with mine, feeling his tongue circle patterns across the roof of my mouth. Whilst we kiss, I reach my hand under his t-shirt and give his nipple an experimental tug. He moans desperately and begins to suck on my lower lip, nibbling at the flesh. I'm enjoying the taste of him when all of a sudden; he pulls away from me and rips his t-shirt over his head before tugging on the bottom of mine. I take the hint, pulling my t-shirt over my head and revealing myself to him. Once again I'm confronted with his beautiful marble skin and I play dot to dot with my tongue, using his freckles for guidance. 

I push him down onto his back then work my way from his feet up his body. Starting at his calves, I admiring their lean shape and the way they curve into his knees. I lightly run my fingers from his knees to up his thighs, pushing under his shorts and making him tremble. Eventually the urge to explore his most intimate parts overwhelms me so I make quick work of his shorts, throwing them to the floor. I turn back to him and revel in his beauty. He's even more attractive to me now than the first time I saw him. Remembering the words I used to describe him, I smile.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because you're perfect. Beautiful in fact."

A blush stains his cheeks and he looks like he's going to say something else but I stroke a finger over his balls and listen delightedly as he lets out a gasp of air. My mouth waters, jealous of the brief contact my fingers had, and so I lower my head, sucking one of his pale orbs into my mouth. His hips rise of the bed, pushing his crotch into my face and I groan in consummate pleasure as the taste of him rolls over my tongue, coating my taste buds. Sucking one then the other, Tyler lets out desperate little noises and tries to angle his cock closer to my mouth.

"Ares...in your mouth. Ares...please." He begs.

His pleading turns me on immensely, so I grant him his wish, lapping gently at the head of his cock, making sure to tantalise the throbbing vein running on the underside. His pleading becomes even more desperate so I put him out of his misery and swallow the length of his cock. A small scream issues forth from his lips. I circle my forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock, squeeze firmly and attempt to push as well as suck more blood into the already swollen head. It works because he emits another louder scream and his hands grip the sheets tightly. I chuckle at the back of my throat. This proves too much for Tyler because his body tenses then jerks wildly, his cock shooting the hot creamy affirmation of his passion down my throat. I swallow greedily before moving myself up to share with him his seed. He sucks enthusiastically at my tongue as we share his sweet juices between us.

"That was amazing." He pants. "I've never come like that before."

I offer him a feral smile, before ridding myself of my own shorts and straddling his chest. Leaning down, I whisper into his ear huskily. 

"I want you to suck me. I want to feel those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock and I want to watch as I fill your belly with my seed. Will you do that for me?" I pause and suck his lobe delicately before adding softly, "Please?"

He doesn't answer me, instead reaches his hands to my arse, and guides me towards his mouth. He licks tentatively at the mushroom head causing me to let out an agonised groan. His tongue continues to torture the head, swirling around the tip, making me leak copiously before dipping his tongue into the slit and sucking gently. If I hadn't already been kneeling, my legs would have surely collapsed. After a few tortuous minutes of this he pulls my arse closer to his face and pushes my cock deeper into his mouth. I watch through hooded eyes as his full lips encompass almost half of my cock. I can hear the slurping of his tongue and I have to grab onto the headboard to stop from fisting my hands in his hair, and ramming myself down his throat before he's ready.

I can see my knuckles turning white from the intense grip that I have on the headboard. Breathing is getting harder and harder to do as Tyler lashes his tongue around my cock. Little keening noises issue forth from my throat that I struggle to contain. Tyler's mouth is wet and hot around my cock but I want to be buried inside his throat. He must sense from the sounds leaving my lips that I want more because he lifts his head off my cock, takes a breath, then roughly shoves my hips forward, filling his mouth and throat completely. 

Immediately I gasp and almost choke, reeling from the sight of my 7" sheathed in his throat, his breath tickling the base of my cock. At first we stay like that, luxuriating in the moment; me giving, him taking. After a minute or two, his hands reach for mine, unclamping them slowly from the headboard. He places them on his head, watching me; his eyes trusting. He puts his own hands back on my arse, and then lies there watching me, waiting.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, I push him slowly off my cock, wallowing in the feel of his tongue as it laps at me, bathing my cock in saliva. Smoothly I glide his head forward, thrusting my hips at the same time, exploring the depths of his throat. All the while, he's watching me; hand stroking my cheeks, occasionally exploring the groove in between.

My gaze alternates between his eyes and his lips watching fascinated as they slide gratifyingly over my cock. I continue this for some time, aware of our moans colliding and melding, creating our own unique symphony of pleasure. 

Soon it becomes too much and my hips gain speed, pulling Tyler's head faster and faster to meet them, filling his narrow throat snugly. I feel one of Tyler's hands reach for my balls. My orgasm hurtles swiftly towards me making the muscles in my legs and arse flex wildly. Tyler sucks his cheeks in harder whilst simultaneously ramming two fingers up my arse in much the same fashion as my cock is doing in his mouth. My eyes move to Tyler's even as stars explode in my vision and my body tenses almost painfully. I give five quick, hard thrusts before holding myself deep and exploding violently down his throat. He watches me watching him as he swallows my load, listening to me growl, still twisting the fingers buried inside my arse.

Exhaustively, my cock stops shooting and I pull my satisfied cock from between his lips. He purposely grazes the head with his teeth, extracting a weak cry from my mouth. He smiles devilishly as I collapse next to him, prostrate.

"Did you enjoy feeding me your seed?" He asks innocently, granite eyes twinkling. 

In response I grab his head and force his lips to mine, sucking on his tongue, tasting the remnants of my seed. I lean into him and realise that once again, he's hard. I raise an eyebrow.

"I think you enjoyed it even more than me." 

Watching his face, I pass my thumb over the head of his cock, coating it with his precum, and then suck it into my mouth. Delightfully this draws a moan from him and he bites his lip. Opening his eyes, he sees me grinning. In retaliation he tugs own my cock making it jump and come to life. I watch amazed as his hand travels the length of my cock, bringing me to hardness so soon after my climax.

I grunt, and then order aggressively, "On your hands and knees. Now!"

He complies, wiggling his arse at me enticingly. Spreading his legs wider, I stop to admire him. His body is perfection. Thighs strong and lean, taper upward into the soft swell of his arse. My eyes roam to between the two peaks of his arse, visually devouring the cleft. The light dusting of hair between his cheeks spurs me into action and I press my finger into his groove, enjoying his whine as I do so.

Taking my finger from his arse, I reach into my draw for my trusty KY. Thrusting it into his hand I tell him to hold it. I want to make obvious the fact that soon I'll be buried in his arse. Leaving him holding the lube I delve into his crease. Despite him sweating, the salty clean smell I've come to associate with him permeates my senses. He's slightly musky as well which drives me wild so I spread further his cheeks and lap greedily at his flesh.

I can hear him murmuring now, more pleas falling from his lips. Taking my tongue, I drag it down past his opening, feeling him quiver and proceed to lap at his balls. Bringing my hand around him, I slowly jack his cock, enough to pleasure him but not enough for release. Keening, he rocks his hips, alternating between finding my tongue and fucking my hand. 

Before he has time to react, I lance his rosebud with my tongue. He jolts violently, his back arching and my name passes his lips on a gust of breath. Relentlessly, I probe him with my tongue, moistening his fissure with my saliva, luxuriating in his unique taste. When I've reduced him to a quivering mass of flesh, I take the lube from his hand and pour a liberal amount onto my fingers. Replacing my tongue with my fingers, I ease one in. We groan.

"You're almost like new." I pant. "You sure you've done this before?"

He's obviously hard pressed for words so he simply nods his head. I stroke my fingers along his walls, feeling hot velvet. I push my finger in deeper, massaging his insides soon replacing one finger for two when his staccato of moans becomes higher and more frequent. Still exploring his arse, I drag my tongue along the line of his spine until I reach the base of his neck then move over to his ear.

"Can I fuck you now?"

He lets out a series of sighs. I twist my fingers in his arse and brush very lightly over his prostate. This time he shrieks so I repeat my question.

"Can I fuck you now?"

He manages to grit out, "Is the sky blue?"

I react by pressing down harder on his prostate, grinning when he lets out a yelp. I remove my hand from his cock, listening as he gives a disappointed whine and lube my own cock thoroughly. Once done, I pull his hips closer to mine, then line up my cock to his crevasse. I stroke his back, soothingly.

"Tell me when."

He gulps audibly, "When."

I push into him and watch as my cockhead breaches him. He lets out a grunt and then a cry as I push deeper. He's tensed up which is pleasurable for me but signifies to me that he's in pain.

"I'm hurting you." 

"It's just for a bit." He pants.

I hesitate to move, unwilling to fill him if he's in pain despite his assurance.

"Ares, it's ok. Keep pushing."

I ignore him, instead opting for stroking him. I run my fingers up his back and over his shoulders then back down again. Listening for changes in his breathing that indicate he's no longer in pain, I rub my thumbs over his nipples, pinching and pulling until he's sighing beneath me. Taking one hand down, I grasp his cock. When I can tell he's distracted by the feel of my thumb opening and closing his slit, I slide my cock inside him to the hilt. Thankfully, he doesn't scream but tenses up momentarily before relaxing.

Slowly, we begin the old age dance of coupling. Continuing to stroke him, I ease out of his tight chasm until his muscles clutch only at the head. When I can stand this no longer, I push back in, fighting his resisting muscles, watching as his sphincter swallows me whole. His hole stretches to accommodate me until eventually I can slide in and out of him with ease. He reciprocates eagerly, thrusting his hips back to meet every one of my strokes, squeezing his muscles tightly, chuckling when he hears my harsh whoosh of breath. 

"You better stop that." I warn.

"Why would I do that?" He teases back.

Once again he clamps down his muscles and I feel my eyes roll into the back of my skull.

"I'll come if you don't." I gasp. "I don't want to leave your arse yet. I want to savour it. Savour you."

I watch again as I slide between his marble cheeks, deep into his secret place. My cock glistens with lube and precum allowing me to slide smoothly into his scalding arse. I'm gripping his hips tightly; there'll be bruises in the morning but the ferocious grip of his rectum sliding against me is too consuming for me to stop. I make a particularly harsh thrust inside him and he jerks violently against me.

"Ares...again. That spot...again." His chest heaves, breathing laboured.

I angle my thrust again and am rewarded with the same reaction. I keep this up, brushing the head of cock over his prostate, feeling his sphincter contract viciously around me. Again I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm, Tyler's arse pushing me towards climax. I want to be wrapped around him when we come so I brush my hand up his chest and wrap it loosely around his throat. Bringing him up off his arms, I seat him in my lap. I thrust up into him, making sure to brush against his sweet spot. My hand still wrapped around his throat, I bring his head to my shoulder. I lick at his neck, breathing into his ear obscenities, telling him how tight he is, how hot, how gorgeous.

"Oh God...Ares...ugh. I'm gonna...soon..." He tails off, babbling incoherently. 

I trail the free hand that's not around his neck over his torso, stopping to pinch at his nipples, then lower, stroking at his cock. He jack-knives forward, only stopped by my hand at his throat. I can feel his muscles contracting tightly around my cock, his body tensing, his cock leaking intensely making the strokes of my hand slide easier on his hardened fresh. I'm taking long, hard strokes up his arse, our moans rising to a crescendo. 

Tyler begins to whimper, his body quivering against mine. Under my palm I can feel the vibrations of his throat. I stroke him harder, both of our hips moving rapidly. Abruptly, Tyler lets out a large groan, his cock swells and then he's spurting abundantly, coating my hand with his seed. I feel his arse cheeks tauten against my thighs and his rectum becomes a vice on my cock. A strangled cry escapes my throat as his arse literally sucks my balls dry, clamping down on me. I spurt into his arse liberally, coating his rectum with my come. 

We slump against each other, inhaling fiercely. Using the hand on his neck, I turn his face to mine, making him watch as I lick his spilt seed from my fingers. He watches intently until I finish, then presses his mouth to my own, once again tasting his seed. I moan exhaustively into his mouth. Using his hair, I pull him away.

"That was amazing."

He smiles that mischievous smile I'm so familiar with.

"Ah, it was ok."

"Hey!" I say outraged.

He grins again.

"Alright, I agree. It was amazing."

I disengage our hips, lay us down together and pull a sheet over us. He runs a hand through my hair.

"I love your hair. It's beautiful, reminds me of freshly fallen snow."

"You've just noticed? People always ask me about it as soon as we meet." I consider him for a moment. "It's a result of-"

"Premature leukotrichia." He finishes for me. "I know."

"How'd you know that? Nobody knows that."

He taps the side of his nose and raises an eyebrow, yawning slightly. "Not as many people are as smart as we are." 

I laugh simultaneously at the same sentence he uttered when talking about the meaning of my name and the way his eyelids are slowly but surely closing with fatigue. I turn him over and nestle him into my chest. Breathing in the scent of his hair, I nuzzle in the soft flames. I'm tired but for a while, I watch him, liking the sleepy smile that paints his lips. Briefly, I worry about Azrael. He doesn't really mean it's not over, does he? I attempt to dismiss the thought but as I fall asleep, the irresoluteness of the situation itches at me. 

He won't do anything stupid, will he?

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Forgetting the Past Ch. 03



Hey, sorry this chapter has taken so long. Life inevitably got in the way of this one, I'm afraid. I do hope you enjoy it though and it's what you've hoped for.

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"Oh God...Ares...we should stop..." 

"We should but we won't."

I've got him pinned against the mirror, arms around my shoulders, legs wrapped around my waist; face a myriad of unspent ecstasy. We're supposed to be buying him new trousers for our visit to his parents. However spying him behind the curtain, trousers around his ankles, boxers moulded to his tight arse was temptation too great to resist. Lunging at him, I divested him of his boxers, mine swiftly following suit, and laid claim to his mouth. Making sure not to part with his luscious lips, I hoisted him up by his arse and began smearing the evidence of my arousal onto his anus. With both of us gasping and moaning into each other, I breached him quickly, filling him in one stroke.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed, pulling away from my mouth and burying his face in my neck.

"You'd better be quiet." I warned, breathlessly, bringing his face to mine and licking at his lips. "The assistant will be back in a second." 

His only response was to let out a muffled groan as I ran the pad of my thumb over the head of his cock. Now, watching his face carefully, I thrust into the tight heat of his arse relentlessly, finding the angle that brings him the most pleasure. When his teeth sink into my neck and he lets out a loud whimper, I smile in satisfaction. Breathing harshly, I stroke myself in and out of him with deep, frenzied thrusts. Maintaining this angle, I enjoy watching him undulate as his sphincter spasms pleasurably on my cock. Eventually my incessant battering of his arse coupled with the ruthless strokes of my hand upon his sensitive flesh, catapult him into orgasm and I feel his legs tighten their hold on my waist. Small crescent moons will I bear later in commemoration as his nails sink into my back and he shudders uncontrollably. So caught up is he in spraying us with his load, that he forgets all pretence of silence, moaning long and hard. Though the sound brings me tantalisingly close to the edge, I don't want the assistant partaking in our orgasms, so I jam my hand over his mouth. He bites into my palm and immediately I convulse, orgasm consuming me and filling my veins. Quickly I release his legs, just in time to push him to his knees and paint his face with my pleasure, marking him as I have so often, as mine.

Eyes and face glazed, the latter with come, the former with pleasure, he looks at me.

"And what may I ask was wrong with my arse?" He questions softly, looking at me from beneath those long, dark lashes so at odds with his hair and fair complexion, tormenting me again with the tantalising way he's smearing my come onto his fingers and into his mouth. 

I haul him to his feet, refraining against slaking my fresh desire for him and gruffly reply, "Didn't want to ruin your jeans."

He grins knowingly and I can't resist pushing my fingers into his hair and pulling him closer to me, crushing a bruising kiss to his lips. 

"You need cleaning."

Sweeping my tongue over his face, I clean up what he's missed until he once again resembles his former spotless self. I leave the changing room as he retrieves his boxers. Glimpsing the mirror; smudged and cloudy with our sweat I smirk smugly. The assistant returns with the smaller sized trousers Tyler requested just as I close the curtain behind me. He raises an eyebrow in suspicion.

"He needed help." I smile winningly.

Tyler chooses that moment to come out of the changing room, hair dishevelled and lips swollen. I observe the assistant as he takes in Tyler's current state, and then watch as his eyes travel behind him spotting the damp mirror. His raised eyebrow makes an impressive dash towards his hairline and my smile increases a few mega-watts. 

"Your trousers." He addresses Tyler, pointedly.

Tyler notices my grin and the assistant's sceptical expression. I watch his face turn an interesting shade of red before he practically grabs the trousers, mumbling a barely audible "thank you", and darts back behind the curtain. The assistant mutters a "help, indeed!" and I just manage to stifle my laughter. Eventually Tyler settles on the smaller pair of trousers and we leave the store. I offer the assistant a wink as we exit and take pleasure in his slightly outraged expression.

"That was mortifying." Tyler groans as make our way home. 

"Yeah but it was fun though." He smiles, half convinced. "Ah come on, it wasn't that bad. He probably didn't even realise." I try.

"Sure. And anyway, you're supposed to be on your best behaviour after the housing incident."

I huff. "It's not my fault they didn't have a sense of humour."

He shoots me a look similar to that of the assistant. I grimace, remembering the episode vividly. I'd been having this tit-for-tat joke playing thing with this guy who lived in the same hall as me. He'd managed to convince people I had crabs by putting itching powder in my swimming trunks. It had taken weeks for me to repair the damage that little stunt had done to my reputation. So, being that he's a raver and often likes to come back at two in the morning with a penchant for making scrambled eggs, I thought egging him would be the perfect punishment. Unfortunately laying in wait in the darkness of the kitchen proved not the best of ideas as when the door opened and I sprung forth hurling eggs by the second; I didn't see that instead of hitting my intended target I had accidentally waged egg war on the lady sent to inspect our kitchen. Although, I did put forth the extremely logical argument that inspecting someone's kitchen at two in the morning wasn't exactly smart. Unsurprisingly, that thought did me no favours. As a result I was removed from halls and had to find accommodation in the private sector. Embarrassing as it was, it was highly useful when it came to repeatedly seducing Tyler and making him scream. No one to hear and no one to complain. 

Hurriedly, I decide to change the subject. "So you must really like me if you want me to meet your parents."

"Well, I didn't have a choice really."

I try not to look offended. It doesn't work. Tyler notices immediately and smiles.

"Don't look like that. What I mean is that I was on the phone the other day." He pauses. "Remember when you were cooking?" I nod in affirmation. "Well, my mum asked me where I was because she could hear you singing in the background so I told her. Then she kept asking questions and once my mum latches onto something she won't let it go. So anyways she managed to wheedle information out of me as she always does and I told her about you and basically she kept on and on about it until eventually I relented and agreed to come for dinner." He looks at me beseechingly. "It's not that I don't want you to meet them, it's just that I wanted to keep you to myself a little while longer before you met them and decided to run for the hills."

I laugh, highly amused. "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll love them and plus I'm gonna have to work hard to convince them that I deserve you too."

He lets out a snort and imparts sarcastically. "That should be fun. I can't wait."

We reach his place and I smile, watching his long, tapered fingers handling the keys to open the door. Closing it behind us, I wait for him to drop his bags. 

"Speaking of waiting I think I could convince you some more." He raises an eyebrow and I flash him a carnal grin.

"Well I suppose..." He starts slyly. "While we're waiting..." 

I begin divesting us of our clothes, both of us laughing and kissing as we steer toward the bedroom, haplessly falling in a tangle of limbs onto the bed. 

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The day of reckoning arrives and I'm a little nervous but still excited at the prospect of meeting Tyler's parents. Tyler on the other hand seems tense. At his flat, I find him in a state, cursing everything from the too hot cup of tea to the too small overnight bag. I manage to coax him into his t-shirt and at the same time reassure him that his packing skills are just fine. We're making progress and he's calmed down significantly until his trousers decide to play hide and seek. Tyler almost loses it. I've never seen him so angry or annoyed before. Instinctively recognising that his imploding is imminent by the tight set of his jaw, the turbulent eyes and the ominous clenching and unclenching of his fists, as not being good signs, I decide to further intervene. Silently leading him to a chair, I make him sit down. Parting his legs and kneeling between his thighs, I tug at his boxers.

"Ares, we really don't have ti-"

"You need to relax. Lift your arse." 

"We don't-" 

"Now."

He obeys wordlessly, lifting his arse, allowing me to relieve him of his boxers and pull him to the edge of the chair. He tries to argue again but it dies on his lips when I begin tonguing his balls. He lets out a blissful groan. Stroking my fingers along his smooth thighs, I take care to feather my fingers over the sensitive crease where hip meets thigh. I can sense his body slowly relaxing; feel the tension dissipate as he slumps against the chair, fingers stroking lazy patterns in my hair. Moving my mouth from his fair globes, I replace my fingers at his creases, tonguing each lovingly, and listening reverently to his ever louder groans. Despite my earlier commanding tone I allow him to dictate the pace.

Tugging at my hair he pulls me away from my current preoccupation and forces my head into his crotch. I lick surreptitiously at the dew leaking from him before making eye contact and swallowing the rosy tip. His eyes already hooded from pleasure flutter shut and his jaw slackens. Sucking hard at him, I descend on his thick shaft, torturing him with the wet, heat of my tongue. Pushing further until he's down my throat, I reach the curly thatch of hair, fragrant with his arousal. Reaching my hand up, I push two of my fingers into his open mouth, revelling in his lips and tongue as they wrap around them, coating them with saliva.

Moving more rapidly I let him vault my mouth up and down his length, enjoying the hot hardness and the sensual sucking of his own mouth on my fingers. Eventually I pull my hand from his mouth and brutally shove the slick digits into his warm, buttery arse. He screams gutturally, eyes shooting open, back arching; pushing more of that wondrous thickness down my throat. Offering him no respite, I curl my fingers over his prostate, tormenting him, pushing for a harsh and explosive climax. My free hand curves into the small of his back, pushing his groin into my face, the entirety of his cock buried in my throat. Rhythmically contracting my oesophagus and roughly manipulating his prostate causes him to explode ferociously. Continuing to abuse his prostate, I move my lips over the head of his cock, suctioning greedily. Fingers in my hair command me back, forcibly pushing my face down so I can again devour his cock to the root. Eventually his fierce shuddering comes to a halt. My mouth cleanses him then releases his shaft and before I can fully react, he slides bonelessly off the chair into my lap. I wrap my hands around him and stroke the blaze of his hair.

"Are you relaxed now or do I have to do that again?"

He buries his face in my neck and I hear a murmured, "Thank you."

"Now find your trousers or we're going to be late."

He moves his face away and looks down, touching a palm to my crotch. He looks at me questioningly.

"But you're still..."

I kiss him on the nose and swat his rear. "Later."

We get off our knees and I watch his pert rear as he goes to find his trousers. Three cups of water later, Tyler has acquired his trousers and retrieved his bags allowing us on our way. Stepping out the door carrying his bags, I'm surprised by soft lips at my neck. I shiver and long since felt tingles, run down my spine. I turn around.

"What was that for?"

He blushes and shrugs. He's so very cute and I entertain the thought of making "later" now; pushing him against the door and ravishing him there but I restrain myself, taking our stuff to the car, leaving him to lock the door.

The drive is pretty much uneventful. Tyler falls asleep and when the traffic slows I watch him, drinking in the beauty of his profile. Taking in his long legs, those extremely dextrous hands, his delicious ruby lips; I marvel at his beautiful freckled fair skin, the dark sweep of his lashes, his crimson hair and suddenly my mind is alive with him. The way he always makes me smile even if I don't want to, the way he moans and moves beneath me, the way he doesn't have a bad word to say about anyone, the way I miss him when he's not with me, curling into a pillow, yearning to locate his fresh, salty scent. The hairs on my neck and arms rise and a tingle starts in my spine, racing its way to my heart infusing it with extra life, giving it extra beat. I love him. Without a shadow of doubt I know. I never want to let him go.

The traffic moves and I'm broken from my reverie but I push my fingers through his hair and whisper it to myself. "I love him." I whisper in awe. "I love Tyler Everest." A spurt of joyous laughter leaves me before I can stop it and has the unfortunate effect of disturbing Tyler.

"What's so funny?" He asks, voice rough after slumber.

"Nothing. According to the SATNAV we've got another hour. Go back to sleep."

He grumbles but within minutes falls back to sleep. I smile and hum. Life is good. 

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"Bunny!"

I watch Tyler squirm uncomfortably as his mother wraps him in a hug, smothering him with kisses.

"Mum." He warns. "You're embarrassing me!"

She lets him go and turns her attention to me. Under her scrutinising gaze, I can feel myself blush. Immediately she smiles. She's very pretty woman with wild blonde hair, big laughing blue eyes and a small heart shaped face. She's not that tall, only 5"4 or so but she's curvy in the way that some men like. The only features from which I can guess Tyler is her son are the full lips; the cupid bows of their lips are almost identical.

"Mum, this is Ares. Ares this is my mum."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs Everest." 

"Lovely manners, but its Sarah to you." She winks at Tyler conspiratorially. "He's a fine looking man."

Addressing me, she says, "No wonder Tyler likes you. He never brings anyone home despite all my nagging so you must be special." She considers me a moment. "It must be all that beautiful white hair you've got."

I run my fingers through it self-consciously. "Thanks, Mrs Everest."

"Sarah." She reminds me. "Now come on and have some dinner. You can meet the rest of the family." She pauses thoughtful, then grins. "My oldest is going to love you."

I blush again and hear Tyler let out an exasperated groan. "Mother, please."

She raises her hands in mock-surrender. "I'm only playing with you." 

I leave my bag in the hallway and follow Tyler to his room. 

"You're mum seems nice. Funny." 

"You haven't met my dad or my brothers yet."

"So? I'm sure they're great." 

Tyler makes a sceptical sound in the back of his throat. 

"You worry too much." I pause for a moment, remembering something. "What did your mum mean about her eldest loving me?"

"You remember me telling you about my brothers?" I nod. "Well my mum's talking about Alex. You're definitely his type; green eyes, tall, muscular, a couple years younger than him. More than likely he'll take a shine to you so I'm warning you from now."

"I'll take that into consideration but seeing as I have you to entertain me, I don't think that'll be much of a problem."

Being quick, we shower together and Tyler puts on his new trousers. Since meeting his mum, I find it bit strange he's bought something so smart.

"Your mum seems really down to earth so why the new trousers?"

"My dad." He answers drily. "He accepts who I am but if I came in my regular jeans, he'd see it as some kind of gay thing and have to comment." He mimics a pretentious voice, "Oh, are all the gays wearing those jeans then? Awfully low don't you think?" Usually this ends with me getting irate so I avoid it where possible, though you do constitute a pretty big kind of 'gay thing'."

I laugh at the absurdity and Tyler gives a smile.

"Annoying as he may be though, he's still my dad and I don't hold it against him. He never was one for those 'modern vices' as he so puts it."

"He sounds interesting to say the least." My stomach rumbles suggestively. "I think that's a hint that it's dinner time."

I follow Tyler downstairs and we sit ourselves at the table. Tyler's mum has made quite a spread. There's roasted corn-on-the cob, buttery mash, vegetables, juicy pork sausages, mushy peas and fluffy Yorkshire puddings. My mouth waters in anticipation. Sarah's stirring thick gravy, screaming for Tyler's dad to come out from his study and for Rael to come out of his room. The doorbell rings and Tyler gets up to answer it. He returns a minute later followed by what I can only describe as a slightly older version of himself. They have the same red hair, the same plump lips and the same bountiful lashes. They only differ in that Alex is maybe 6"4 compared to Tyler's 6" frame and his eyes though an identical grey hold more of a roguish, wicked gleam. Those eyes fix on me and his lips curve into a fiendish grin. I stand to greet him. 

"And who may I ask is this gorgeous creature?"

Trying not to blush too red at the compliment, I extend my hand whilst Tyler introduces us.

"Ares this is Alex. Alex this is my boyfriend, Ares."

"Nice to meet you, Alex."

Alex takes my hand. "Boyfriend, eh? So does that mean he's off limits?" He winks at me suggestively.

Tyler emphatically retorts, "Yes."

Sarah, who's been watching the exchange, intervenes by cuffing Alex around the head and imploring him to stop winding up Tyler. He relents but not before grinning slyly at me as he takes his seat opposite at the table. After a fair bit more screaming from Sarah, Tyler's dad and Rael join us at the table. Tyler and I stand again.

"Dad, this is Ares. Ares, my dad."

Again I offer my hand. "It's an honour to meet you, sir."

Intense green eyes meet mine and for a second I feel trapped until he offers me his own hand, making me feel slightly less uncomfortable. He seems quite formidable and I'm intimidated by his looming presence. He's a couple inches taller than Alex and despite him being in his late 40s, he's only just greying at the temples. He's very handsome and I'm impressed by how good Tyler will look when he reaches that age. 

"It's nice to finally meet you too; my wife's been bending my ear for a while now so it's good to put a name to a face. And there's no need for sir. It's Jake." 

Tyler gestures to his brother. "This is Rael. Rael this is Ares."

We shake hands. Rael is the polar opposite to his brothers and his dad. Instead of the dominant red hair and green eyes, he resembles his mother. He's got the same oceanic blue eyes as well as the same silky blond hair. He's about 17 and a couple inches shorter than Tyler. Looking up from under his fringe of blonde hair, he offers me a shy grin.

"It's nice to meet you. I've never met any of Tyler's other boyfriends before."

"Hopefully he'll let me stick around for longer."

His grin widens and we all sit down for dinner. Jake looks at me.

"So, Ares, are you doing the same degree as Tyler?"

"Yes, History, it's hard work sometimes but it'll all be worth it in the end." He nods.

"So how did you two meet?"

"Umm well... I met him in class and we kind of talked and became friends. Then it kind of went from there really."




Forgetting the Past Ch. 03



"So you care about him."

"Yes." I answer earnestly.

"Good. You're the first one that Tyler's really spoken about and brought home. Usually he finds a way to get out of it." Tyler shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

Alex decides to wade into the conversation. "So, Ares. When did you realise you were gay."

Tyler chokes and Jake and Sarah shoot him disapproving looks.

"Umm well...."

Thankfully Sarah saves me, interrupting me to ask Rael about his girlfriend.

"How's Sapphire?"

Rael blushes and mumbles a "She's fine."

"That's a really pretty name." 

He looks at me and smiles again. "I know. Pretty name for a pretty girl." I smile back sympathising. Ah. He's in love.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl." Alex mimics. 

"Jealously does not become you, brother." Rael retorts mock-indignant. "It's not my fault nobody wants you."

Alex sticks out his tongue. I notice it's pierced and he spots me looking. He waggles it at me and I look away quickly.

"Alex, please refrain from doing that at the table. That thing in your mouth is already vulgar enough as it is." Jake frowns.

"Vulgar it may be but unusable it is not."

"I'd prefer if you did not make reference to your lifestyle at the table." 

"Sorry dad. I forgot you don't care for 'modern vices.'"

Tyler and I stifle a chuckle. Alex grins.

We continue eating; conversation moving on towards other things. Tyler's family are very welcoming and after the initial discomfort I find myself relaxing in their presence; enjoying the strong bond and banter that they share with each other. After dinner we have scrumptious homemade apple pie and cream. I feel stuffed but happy.

"Thank you, Sarah. That was amazing."

"You're welcome." She ruffles my hair and smiles. "When you live in a predominantly male household, cooking becomes one of your best skills."

"Hey! I can cook." Jake retorts indignantly.

"Of course you can, dear." She imparts wickedly.

Everybody starts to wind down. Rael gets a call from his girlfriend then promptly disappears. The rest of us sit down to watch a film but Alex decides it's not to his taste so goes off to his room shouting a goodnight as he leaves. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Tyler drifting and eventually he gets up to get ready for bed.

"Take Ares bags to the guest room, Tyler, whilst you're going up." Jake instructs.

I'm disappointed but not surprised that he's separated us. 

"Sure dad." He yawns tiredly going upstairs. After a few minutes it's apparent that he's not coming back. Probably crashed out. Tyler's parents and I continue to watch the film, though I'm intensely aware that it's just me and them. Suddenly the TV's switched off and Tyler's parents turn to face me. Here goes!

Jake almost floors me by asking, bluntly, "What are your intentions towards our son?"

My thoughts crowd for a moment and then I blurt, "I love him."

Damn! I haven't even told Tyler that yet!

Sarah smiles and elbows her husband. "I told you."

Jake continues. "Tyler hasn't had the best of luck romantically shall we say, so I want to make sure you're going to look after him properly."

"He's one of my three special boys, Ares." Sarah says looking at me. "He's been looking for someone like you for a long time whether he wants to admit that or not. You obviously mean a lot to him."

"He's special to me too. I'd follow him to the ends of the earth if I had to. I didn't think I'd ever find anyone like him. He's my second chance and I'm not going to let him down or let anything or anyone hurt him, including me."

Jake shakes my hand and goes upstairs. Sarah follows but then turns around and embraces me. She whispers in my ear. "Make sure you tell him." How does she know I haven't told him? "Life is short, Ares. Let him know." She kisses me on the head then leaves.

I simply stand there for a moment soaking in her words. Eventually I troop up to bed. Stripping off my trousers and t-shirt, I clamber under the cool sheets. After about an hour of sleep still eluding me, I climb out of bed and creep downstairs to the kitchen. Finding a bowl and opening the fridge, I garner some cream. Rummaging through the cupboard I find some chocolate sauce and sit down to my treat.

"Looks disgusting."

I nearly go into cardiac arrest at the voice at my shoulder. I turn around, finding Alex and breathe a sigh of relief. Relief turns to self-conscious irritation when he sits across the table from me and stares.

"What?" I ask defensively.

"Nothing." He says simply. "So... you're dating my brother?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes."

"You sure you don't want to trade him in for an older model."

"I thought it usually worked the other way around."

"People are recognising experience to be of more value."

"Yeah?" I raise my eyebrows. "Well I'm not people and what may be of value to one person may mean nothing to another."

He cocks his head. "You really love him don't you?"

"Yes, I do."

He gets up and for a moment I thinks he's gonna whack me one but instead he gives me a hug, speaking into my ear. "You're special, Ares and so is Tyler. Make sure you look after him." He releases me and raises an eyebrow. "If you don't, I'll hunt you down and make you suffer."

I gulp and he smiles. "Don't worry, I know you will. You and Tyler are good for each other. Not many people are, I should know." He ruffles my hair. "See you in the morning."

Left at the table eating cream and chocolate sauce, I smile happily. Tyler's family seem to like me and I contemplate shouting my merriment at the top of lungs. Instead I opt for creeping back upstairs, carrying the sauce. I know just who to celebrate with. Entering my room I reach in to the zip compartment of my bag and grab the little bottle of lube. As stealthily as I can manage, I make my way to Tyler's room.

I find him on his front obviously crashed out. The black of his sheets contrast wildly with his pale, freckled skin and I feel myself harden. He hasn't managed to draw his curtains and moonlight spills in, falling across his face and body. His arms hug a pillow to his head and his legs are splayed; right one bent at the knee whilst his left one is stretched out. Careful not to wake him I settle my useful bottles on his dresser and slowly pull off his sheet, revealing him to me. He shifts, pulling his right leg higher and I watch in fascination as this unwittingly widens his arse cheeks. 

Joining him on the bed, I lick my tongue up the inside of his thigh until I reach the delicious curve of his arse. Reaching for the bottle of chocolate sauce, I squeeze a considerable amount along his crack. Still sleeping, Tyler moans. Quickly I set about exploring there, tasting chocolate flavoured Tyler. Whilst probing his hole, I rub myself against his thigh, smearing him with precum. I clean him thoroughly making sure to get every last taste of chocolate. Grasping underneath him I feel he's hard too. Getting the lube, I slick myself liberally. My hand on hot flesh feels amazing and I stroke myself for a while, watching Tyler beneath me; free hand caressing his skin. 

I stop before I explode and push Tyler's legs further apart. Straddling his hips, I place myself at his portal. Gently, I begin to push inside, descending into him with smooth, tender strokes. He's sleepy and warm so his relaxed muscles allow me to penetrate him easily. Tyler begins to mewl. Once fully seated inside him, I lie along his back, pressing our bodies together. Taking his hands I twine my fingers with his, stretching them above his head. Using my hips, I take him slowly; fucking him into full consciousness.

"Thought I was dreaming." He murmurs sleepily.

I pull out until his muscles clutch only at my head, and then methodically push back down slowly. He pushes his head into the pillow and groans.

"Take your head out of that pillow, beautiful. Kiss me."

He kisses me sweetly, moaning into my mouth. All the while I can feel myself drowning in him. I keep a languid pace, thrusting slowly into him; making sure we don't lose contact. He grinds himself seductively into the mattress, his rotating hips working in tandem to my own. Without warning, he tenses beneath me, hips thrusting passionately against the bed. His sphincter clamps down on me and he whimpers, fingers squeezing almost painfully against mine. I ride out his orgasm with him whilst burying my teeth into his shoulder, barely managing to keep my own in check. When he finally stops whimpering, I continue fucking him, again with the slow tortuous strokes. 

"Ares... can't take anymore..."

"Yes you can. I want you to come for me again."

I reach under him, finding his release then coating my fingers and bringing them to his mouth. I slick his lips, before claiming them, swallowing his essence and sultry moans. Conquering his body, I enter his rectum repeatedly, swelling and filling him; giving him pleasure, whilst taking my own. I want nothing more than to make him come again so I give him deep, strong strokes. I breach him over and over again, listening to his cries, his pleas, his sighs. Moving above him, I take relish in covering his shoulders and neck with light, butterfly kisses. Our bodies slide against each other, slick with sweat. I can feel my muscles tightening; panting harshly I push my head next to Tyler, mouthing my way to his ear. Taking my hand and one of his own, I push under his hips and together we stroke him. Despite his orgasm, he's hard again.

"I told you, you could do this again. You want this don't you?"

"Yes, God yes."

"You want me to fuck you harder?"

"Yes... more..."

I hasten the movements of my hips, hammering brutally at his sweet spot. Marvelling at the bliss that flitters across his face, I speed up our hands on his cock. Sweat drips off me onto him and in the moonlight his skins shines with moisture. It spurs me on and I fuck him harder into the bed.

I whisper into his ear. "Can you feel me inside you, gorgeous? Does it feel good?"

He mumbles incoherently. I continue. "I can feel you; your void wrapped against me, sliding, squeezing, swallowing." I lick his neck. "I can taste your sweat, your arousal."

I capture his mouth, exploring the grooves on the roof, the flesh on his cheeks. Slowly I suck on his tongue, and then nibble at his full lips. He increases the pressure, pushing his mouth savagely against mine. In our hands his cock engorges further. He bites down on my bottom lip, pain forcing my thrusts to an aggressive pace, then bucks so hard he nearly displaces me. He pushes my hand from his cock and strokes himself at rapid speed, surrendering to his orgasm.

"Good, gorgeous. Keep stroking yourself... keep doing that..." 

"Ares... Coming for you. Want you, need you." He gasps raggedly. "God, I love you."

I moan in wonder. "Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you, Ares. I love you."

His arse constricts then releases against me, vehemently. His words shoot like lightning through me, suffusing my soul with pure unadulterated pleasure. It's more than my overloaded body can bear and I capitulate to my own orgasm.

"I love you too, Tyler." I sob into his mouth.

As he shudders beneath me, I grind my hips into his, gushing into his chasm. Worn out, I collapse on top of my lover. After a few minutes I move off him, not wanting to suffocate him. Pulling myself from him, I move down to replace my cock with my tongue.

"Ares, what are you-" he mumbles.

"Shhh, gorgeous. Let me love you."

Breathing in the scent of our mixed sweat, I pull apart his glutes. Once again, I swipe my tongue along his crack, gently lathering his hole. He feels hot to my touch and I enjoy running my tongue inside of him. I lap lightly at his balls, cleaning the come that's run out of him. When I'm finished with his arse, Tyler is fast asleep. I manage to take the soiled sheet off the bed without disturbing him too much. He turns onto his back and I notice the dried come on his groin. Going into the en suite, I retrieve a damp wash cloth and wipe him clean. Once satisfied, I take the sheet that I took off him when I arrived and put it over him. Before I leave I place a soft kiss on his lips.

"Love you." I whisper, then hurry back to my room. Almost immediately, I fall into a deep dreamless sleep. 

~~~*~~~

During breakfast, Tyler and I grin happily at each other.

"What are you two grinning about?" Alex inquires walking into the kitchen, voice still thick with sleep.

"It's a beautiful morning." Tyler says. "Why wouldn't we be grinning?"

Alex looks outside the window. "It's raining and the sky looks about as beautiful as a dead person's skin complexion." He stares at us awhile then grins slyly. "I trust you slept well then." It's a statement of fact, not a question. "Then again I say slept but..."

He nabs Tyler's bowl of cornflakes and goes into the living room. Tyler isn't ruffled, instead pouring himself another bowl.

"What are we doing today, then?"

"My dad's taking us fishing, then with what we catch plus the meat in the fridge, we're gonna have a barbeque." He sighs hugely. "I hate fishing."

"What's wrong with fishing?"

"Nothing, it's just that I suck at it."

"Well I haven't done it before so you can't be any worse than me."

"Hmmm."

"I haven't had a bar-b in ages." 

"Yum! My dad's a genius with the bar-b." He smiles. "It's a shame that doesn't transfer to the kitchen."

An hour later, Jake, Alex, Tyler and I troop down to the river. Rael stays behind. According to Alex, Sapphire is coming over so Rael is staying at home to prepare for her arrival. I find out quickly that Jake is an absolute genius with his line, as is Alex. I'm having some beginner's luck and manage to catch a couple of decent sized fish; Tyler doesn't fare so great. Alex teases him mercilessly until Tyler throws down his line and stomps of towards the trees. I feel bad for him so I put down my own line and follow him. When I catch up with him, he's lying beneath a tall willow tree, its long branches swaying in the breeze, grazing the ground. I lay down next to him and he grabs my hand. We simply lie like that, face towards the sky, sheltered away from the world. Tyler and I under that big beautiful tree holding hands. After a while he curls into my side. 

"Nobody's loved me before."

"More fool them."

"Did you love Azrael?"

I stiffen. Tyler's light fingers stroke my chest. "Yes but not in the same way I love you. He was wild and impulsive. It wasn't until later that I found out that it didn't mean much in the way of substance."

"What happened?"

"He hit me."

"He hit you? Why?"

"Thought I was flirting with another guy. I hadn't even seen the guy since school so we were catching up. Azrael comes in, decks the guy one and then slaps me. His balls paid for it though."

Tyler chuckles then says seriously, "He's stupid. I'd never do anything to make you hate me and I'd never let you go."

"I know you wouldn't and I wouldn't either."

Tyler sighs happily. "I wouldn't mind being fucked under this tree."

I gasp in mock-outrage. "Are you suggesting that we do something as vulgar as fuck?" I shake my head for effect. "No, no, no! We make love, beautiful. Make love!"

He rolls on top of me, rubbing our bourgeoning erections together. He tongues the hollow of my throat and I groan beneath him. I want to fuck him under this tree but we've left Alex and Jake not too far away.

"Ty, we have to stop... they'll be looking for us in a minute."

"I don't want to." He pushes my t-shirt up to my chin and attacks my nipple.

"Tyler, please. I promise. Later." I gasp at his talented tongue.

He sits up and grinds himself against me. "You promise?"

"Yes!" I manage to choke out.

"Tonight?"

"But-"

He grinds harder against me. "Tonight?"

"Yes, tonight. Tonight!"

He levers himself off me. "Good. Come on now, we've been skiving for too long." We walk slowly, waiting for our arousal to subside.

"The phantoms return." Jake says, wryly.

"Sorry. We were just talking."

Alex pulls a leaf from my hair. "And I just got my tongue pierced for the fun of it."

In total we- well Jake and Alex- manage to catch about eight fish minus my two. Sarah greets us with juice and slices of chocolate cake.

"Well done, boys. Now all of you get washed up. I'm going to de-scale the fish and season it then you can get the fire started."

After a scrum for the bathroom we all eventually manage to get washed and changed. Jake gets the bar-b out and starts the fire. I prepare the salad and Tyler the drinks. The doorbell rings.

"Ares, could you get that for me please?"

"Sure, Sarah."

I go to the door and open it. Standing there is a beautiful girl around Rael's age. She has deep brown eyes, a darker shade than her cocoa coloured skin, a cute button nose and a wide mouth with full lips. Her lashes, though not as long as Tyler's, are just as pretty. Height-wise she stands maybe an inch shorter than Sarah. She smiles at me, shyly.

"You must be Sapphire."

"Yeah."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Ares. Rael was right, pretty name for a pretty girl."

Her braids fall over her face. "Thank you."

"Rael!" I shout.

He comes hurtling down the stairs and then stops. I can tell he's admiring her in the white dress, clinched in to her curvy waist by a thick black belt. On her feet is a pair of black espadrilles. 

"Hey Sapphire." I watch him twist his fingers self-consciously.

I lean toward Sapphire and whisper in her ear, "Is he always this shy around you!"

"Yeah, until he gets his kiss." She winks at me and grins, walking up to Rael. I leave them to it. Sapphire smacks a kiss on his lips and I watch him blush to the roots of his hair. I return smiling to the kitchen and embrace Tyler from behind.

"Sapphire is really pretty. She and Rael look good together."

"Yeah, I know. He really likes her and she's really made him come out of himself. He used to be crippling shy but now he actually speaks to people. She's good for him."

I kiss the back of his neck and feel him shiver.

"Who else is coming?"

"A few of Rael and Alex's friends and some of our cousin's I think."

"So I can sneak you away later then and fulfil that promise you so pleasurably manipulated from me?"

I see the blush creep up the back of his neck. 

"I'll take that as a yes." 

By the time all the guests have arrived, Jake's got the meat, fish and corn sizzling on the bar-b and the salad, coleslaw, rice and drinks are laid out. I enjoy myself a lot. Rael's friends are nice, though they spend most of their time drooling over Sapphire. Even Alex's friends that should know better do the same thing, except one, Tom I think, who I notice giving Tyler longing looks. I remember the slightly negative vibes I was getting from him upon our introduction. Now I know why. Feeling slightly possessive and mischievous, I approach Tyler and run a hand through his hair, bringing his mouth to mine. I hear whistles and catcalls but I ignore them. By the time I've finished molesting his mouth, he's suitably dazed and aroused.

"It's eight now. One hour."

He nods, pupils dilated with need. I wander off to offer my assistance to his dad and am strangely satisfied by the stony look that Tom shoots me. For the first fifteen minutes of that hour, I help Jake with the food. He teaches me some of his technique which translates into some very delicious food. After this I take gratification in subtly teasing Tyler. I purposely brush past him, pushing myself unnecessarily close to him. At the table I stroke his thigh, running my fingers high then retreating. I take extra care after I've eaten to suck my fingers clean then lick lengthily at my lips.





Forgetting the Past Ch. 03



By nine, the hour is up and Tyler looks like he might jump me at any second. People are scattered outside and in so I grab Tyler, managing to escape outside the front door without anyone noticing. The moment we reach by the river, Tyler is on me. His fingers tug at my shirt, my zipper; his tongue licks a path up my neck, until he reaches my lips. He ravishes my mouth, pulling me down until he's on top of me like the last time, grinding himself into me. 

I gasp. "I thought you wanted me to take you under the tree."

He rocks his hips some more then opens his eyes. "I do." 

"Tom was watching you today."

"I know. He's had a crush on me since School." He considers something for a moment then grins. "That's why you kissed me today out of nowhere. Was someone feeling a bit jealous, perhaps?" He teases.

"Maybe."

He closes his eyes again, playful smile on his lips, hips resuming their rocking. 

"I wonder if he fucks as well as he stares."

I growl, extracting myself from beneath him and standing up. Grabbing him, I toss him over my shoulder, spanking his butt when he shrieks.

"You'll never know."

Slapping his behind again, I carry him to underneath the tree, sky a dusky purple and orange as the sun sets.

"It's beautiful." Tyler breathes.

I nuzzle his neck. "Much like you but your sense of humour could do with some work."

He grins, cheekily. "You won't wanna fuck me then."

"Well... I didn't say that."

Without further hesitation, I practically rip his t-shirt off, before grabbing at his trousers. Once he's naked I straddle him and admire his form. God, he's gorgeous and all mine. I attack his dusky nipples, rolling my tongue over the sensitive buds. He pulls my t-shirt off and I feel his erection pressed against my stomach; hard but soft and moist. Quickly I dispose of my own trousers. I leave my fingers at his nipples and drag my tongue south, dipping in his navel, relishing his salty skin. Bucking beneath me, he stifles a moan into his arm. Immediately I pull it away.

"Want to hear you moan for me, lover. Don't be shy; it's just you and me."

I move upwards and circle his lips with my tongue. "I want to hear you scream."

Moving south again, I spread his legs wide. On his back, hard and leaking, so exposed, he looks exquisitely sexy. Squeezing his balls, I let my tongue invade his crevice, moistening and slicking him; listening intently to his harsh breathing. Sucking into my mouth two of my fingers, I wet them and then push them into his arse next to my tongue. He jerks wildly, moaning my name.

"Need you now Ares. Please..."

Covering his mouth with my own, I enter him swiftly, pushing the breath from his lungs. His nails scratch at my back, driving me on. He moves his hips greedily against mine and I respond just as eagerly. Striving to move deeper, I push one of his legs over my shoulder. He shouts in elation as I ruthlessly plunder his arse. After a particularly hard squeeze of his rectal muscles, I look to the sky in rapture. Looking down again, I notice movement behind a bush not too far away. I slow down my movements and open my mouth but Tyler substitutes by moving harder against me, snatching the words from my lips. Barely able to think clearly, I watch covertly under the cover of my hair. I'm shocked but not entirely surprised when I see that it's Tom.

"Don't freak out but we have a visitor."

"Who?"

"Tom."

"We should stop."

"Haven't I heard that before?" I thrust against his prostate. "You really wanna stop?"

He lets out a grunt.

"Good. I say we give him a show. I get to demonstrate to him what he's missing plus illustrate that your heart and your arse belong to me."

"You're a bad man, Ares Luca."

I smile deviously. "I know."

Pulling out slowly, I roughly push back into Tyler, enjoying when he cries out. Tom continues to leer as I fuck Tyler into ecstasy. He whispers into my ear, "Turn me over. I want him to see my face."

I obey, flipping him onto his stomach and dragging his hips up towards me. Guiding my cock with my hand, I press back into his moist opening, panting as he accepts me. I try to fuck him slowly, watching fascinated as my cock appears and reappears from between his cheeks but his musical wailing and whining teases my ears. His cries of "fuck me" and "harder" are rapidly weakening my restraint. When he reaches round and offers me his arms in submission, my restraint snaps. I grab his arms, using them for leverage, fucking him fiercely and determinedly.

"Ares... good... ugh... more... don't stop..."

I couldn't even if I wanted to. My cock blurs rapidly in his rear, pleasure etched on my face. Holding both of his arms with one hand, I reach down and fondle his cock. Slippery with his lust, I clutch at him easily, his wanton murmurs growing louder. From under my hair I see Tom with his own cock in his hand, attention riveted on us.

"It's time for you to come now, gorgeous."

I grind my cock into him, the head swiping his secret spot. Tyler promptly clinches down on my cock and bathes my hand in his seed. No more than a second later, I join him in his zenith, adorning his insides with my cream; both of us sobbing to the heavens. Tyler turns around; knees parted, to clean me with his tongue. No longer bothering to hide beneath my hair, I watch openly as Tom views the splayed Tyler, arse leaking, face buried in my groin. The sight seems to tip him over the edge because he reaches his pinnacle. I pull Tyler from me, turning him around so he can see Tom reach his own orgasm, spurting copiously onto the ground. Still watching us, almost casually once he's finished, he zips himself up and walks away.

"Wow!"

"I know."

"That was intense."

I nod in agreement. "It's getting dark; we really should be getting back and we need to wash up."

"We're gonna have to rinse in the river. It's shouldn't be too cold this time of year."

Both of us on shaky legs make our way to the river. We rinse quickly before the darkness completely envelopes us. Walking back, we hold hands.

"I love you. I hope I didn't force you to-"

"I'm a big boy, Ares. If I wanted to stop, I would have told you." He squeezes my hand. "And I love you too."

We make our way back to the house. Most of the people have left except for Sapphire and a couple of Alex's friends. Tom is not there. I speak to Alex.

"Where's Tom?"

"Went home. Said something about a headache." I move to leave. "Oh wait and he said something about saying 'thanks' to you and Ty."

I smirk internally. "Oh, ok."

"What's the thanks for anyways?"

"He wanted to see the view near the lake."

Alex frowns. "But he's been down there loads of time."

I shrug noncommittally. "Maybe he saw something new he liked."

~~~*~~~

The weekend passes quickly but I savour our final night, waking Tyler again in the same way I had before, racking his body with splendour over and over again. Soon we have to leave and Jake takes our bags to the car for us. Sarah loads us with Tupperware containers of food and then sets about smothering us both with hugs and kisses.

"Don't forget to come back and visit us soon."

"We won't." I promise.

I give Rael a firm handshake and whisper for him to take care of his special girl. He blushes red but says he will. Alex gives me a hug and again reminds me to look after Tyler. I promise that I will. Finally, I shake hands with Jake and he pats me on the back. 

"It was good to meet you. Safe journey."

Tyler says his goodbyes and we're off.

"You needn't have been so worried, your family is amazing."

Tyler gives me an impish grin. "I'm glad you think so."

We reach his place and I walk him to his door.

"You wanna come in?"

"No. If I do we won't leave the bed for the next week and we have classes."

Tyler pouts, appealingly.

I shake my head. "Uh uh, Tyler. I'll see you tomorrow." I kiss him softly on the mouth and he moans. "I'll call you when I get in."

"You'd better. I can think of some fun things to do whilst we're on the phone."

"I'm sure you can and I promise to phone you when I get in, alright?"

"Yeah. Talk to you soon."

"Bye, gorgeous."

"Bye."

I drop the car back to my friends and walk home. Walking up the steps to my door, I fish out my phone, dialling Tyler's number. However, just as he answers, an arm wraps itself around my waist and a hand covers my mouth with some kind of cloth. Struggling, I fight back weakly, trying to resist even as darkness consumes me.

A voice whispers in my ear just before I pass out. "I told you it wasn't over, Snow White."

~~~*~~~

The first thing that I'm aware of is someone shoving smelling salts under my nose. Waking slowly, I find myself tied to my bed naked and gagged. Something's stroking my leg and as my vision returns to normal, I'm confronted with Azrael sitting beside me, hand on my thigh. Automatically, I pull frantically at my bonds.

"That won't do you any good, Snow, except for bruising your wrists."

I narrow my eyes viciously at him, shouting obscenities through my gag. He merely smiles.

"Relax, pretty. I just want to talk."

I snort in derision still pulling fruitlessly at the restraints. His hand pushes perilously close up my thigh. I yank harder.

"If you don't stop that, I'll have to make you relax."

Immediately I still. 

"Good boy. Now I'm gonna take off your gag. If you shout, I'll have to punish you, understand?"

I nod my head, biding my time. Maybe if I sweet talk him, he'll let me go. He frees my mouth, cautiously, waiting for me to scream. I don't. 

"What do you want, Azrael? Have you completely lost your mind?"

"I told you I'd get you back."

I sigh despairingly. "Azrael, this is tantamount to kidnap. We were over a long time ago. It's time you accepted that."

"But you still love me. I know you do." 

"No Azrael, I stopped loving you a long time ago. It's time for you to move on. If you untie me and leave now, I won't phone the police. We can pretend this never happened."

He frowns, darkly. Obviously this is not what he wants to hear. "Have you been fucking that redhead?" He sneers. "You love him now do you?"

I remain silent. I don't want to antagonise him further. This seems to irritate him even more and he slaps me. "Answer the question."

I snap and snarl at him, "Yeah I've been fucking the redhead and I love him too! What do you want? A fucking diagram?" Way to go with the sweet talking, Ares. Very smart. He raises his arm about to strike me again, when the phone rings. He stuffs the gag back into my mouth. When the answer machine bleeps, Tyler's voice filters through and I feel tears form in my eyes. I blink them away quickly, not wanting to give Azrael the satisfaction of seeing me cry, as Tyler leaves a message.

Hey, Ares. You phoned me but then the connection went. Tried it a couple times but no response. I presume your battery's dead so I thought I'd try your house phone instead. You're probably in the shower or something but phone me when you get this or I'll have to whip your arse tomorrow. Love ya. Bye. 

Azrael leers at me, condescendingly. I can tell by the set of his jaw that he's now in a distinctly belligerent, jealous mood. I flinch, unconsciously.

"Does he fuck you as good as me?" He circles the bed, predatorily. "Does he make you scream, huh? Has he found that spot at the base of your spine or the one in the hollow of your neck?" His face is inches from mine. "Tell me, Snow. Has he?"

I simply stare back at him defiant, the gag saving me from any words. 

"I'm gonna make you scream again and then you'll know why we should be together."

I stare at him wide-eyed. The fucker's completely lost it. For the first time since childhood and dreams of ghosts and ghouls and gargoyles, I'm scared. Using all my strength, I pull at my bound wrists, jerking the bed harshly but to no avail. Azrael simply watches me, a cold smile etched on his face, as he strips and bares himself to me, hard and waiting. Oh, God, somebody help me! I close my eyes against the rising tide of tears, still fighting my bonds even as Azrael straddles my body and rocks against me.

"Relax, Snow White. I'm gonna show you how much I love you then you'll realise that you love me too." He smiles, manically. "I'll fuck all thoughts of that bitch redhead right out of you and everything will be the way it's supposed to be."

I scream impotently behind my gag when Azrael reaches down to touch me. What happened to, "I just want to talk?" Sensing a kind of inevitability my body surrenders completely, rebelling against the protest of my mind, sinking limp and sobbing into the mattress. Azrael uses his other hand to stroke my hair, whispering soothingly to me. 

"It's ok, beautiful. You'll enjoy this. I know you want this really, stop the acting."

My mind rippling with revulsion, doesn't think so and despite Azrael's caresses, my cock refuses to harden. He moves off me and I think that maybe he's realised the magnitude of how wrong what he's doing is and that he's going to let me go. No sooner do I sag further in relief, does he flip me over and proceed to lash me with his belt. I scream frantically behind my gag, tears streaming down my face onto the pillow.

"I want you responding to me, Snow." 

He lashes me again, harder. Again I scream. 

"If I stop will you respond to me?"

I say nothing, earning me an even harder whipping. I wail in pain and despair.

"Will you respond to me?" I can hear the steely menace in his voice.

This time I shake my head, acquiescing to stop the pain but still I cry. He turns me over.

"I didn't want to hurt you, Snow, but you didn't leave me a choice." He strokes at my tears. "You'll obey me in future now, won't you?"

I nod my head despondently, closing my eyes as pain burns a path across my back and arse. His mouth nuzzles at my thigh and instantly my sobs renew harder. I sink my nails into my palm, feeling the hot, sticky, viscous liquid of blood. Trying to detach myself, I hum loudly, trying to block out the sounds of his deep breathing. Holding my own breath, body tense as a bow, eyes squeezed shut; I anticipate his mouth on my cock... 

I hear a grunt then a thud and suddenly, there are gentle fingers on my wrists, untying me. Opening my eyes, I stop my humming, almost choking with relief.

"It's ok, baby. Stop crying. I'm here now. I'm here." Tyler whispers to me. 

Untying me and pulling the gag from my mouth, he gathers me into his arms, covering me in a sheet and rocks me slowly, crooning softly in my ear. I sob harshly into his chest, drenching his shirt. When I manage to catch my breath, I ask him how he knew.

"I didn't. I wanted you so bad that I decided to come over." He looks away for a second bashfully. "I made a copy of your key a while ago." He shrugs. "Good thing I did really, otherwise..." He shakes his head as if to banish away his terrifying thoughts and frowns. "I decided to come over so I phoned you to make sure you were in. I knew you probably were because of the mobile phone call. Because you didn't answer the landline I just assumed that you were engrossed in something or were in the shower. And since you take forever in the shower, I decided to come and surprise you." He frowns harder. "I was the one that got the surprise. At first I thought you had another man over when I heard him but when I peeked in the room you were tied up and he was pawing you." He strokes his soft fingers against my bloody palms. "You're hands were bleeding heavily too." 

He shudders looking at the inert form of Azrael on the floor.

"I got so angry, I was livid. There was blood running down your wrists and then I remembered what he had tried to do to me. I just snapped and grabbed one of your Timberland boots. I crept up behind him and swung as hard as I could. He was out like a light." 

"Thank you." I kiss him. "Thank you."

"You did the same for me." I hug him harder, revelling in the security of him.

He gives a small smile. 

"That's what I like about those boots, though." He pauses, thoughtfully. "They're durable."

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"Do you love me?"

"You know I do."

"Tell me."

"I love you."

Tyler wraps his legs about my waist. "Show me."

Gladly, I push into my lover, watching his face contort in euphoria. I smile. He's everything and more. 

Ares, psycho that he obviously is, ended up in prison. After Tyler had whacked him one and phoned the police, Azrael was taken away semi-conscious. He got seven years for attempted rape and the drugging. Forty years in jail, never to see the light of day again would have been more a consolation for me but I'm just glad that he's out of my life now. Well, mine and Tyler's life to be precise. The subsequent trial was decidedly gruelling as Azrael refused to plead guilty. Even when sentenced he was unrepentant, screaming over and over again, manically as they dragged him away. "He wanted it" "He loves me." 

The damage I'd done to my palms was superficial as were the lashes that Azrael had inflicted upon my back and arse. The doctors had managed to patch me up physically and had insisted on therapy which I refused but very nearly took them up on during the legal proceedings. I never knew how truly cruel Azrael was but during that experience he was a totally different person, often fabricating complete lies or trying to convince the jury that I was the one who had planned the whole thing. Tyler and my friends were absolute godsends and got me through the drama and the trauma, especially on those days I thought that it would be easier to give up. Without Tyler, I doubt that I would have made it through without losing my sanity. He was there for me every day, encouraging me when I faltered, kissing away my tears and assuaging away my fears with his endless, enduring love. 

Looking down on him now, as he squirms on my cock, I beam happily. He's the love of my life, the reason why I get up in the morning with a smile upon my lips; I'd die for him if necessary. 

Wrapping myself around him I look into those beautiful pools of grey. "I love you, pixie." I thrust eagerly into his yielding flesh. He slides like satin against me.

"Pixie? I am not a pixie." He gasps as I nibble on one of his nipples.

"Flaming red hair and big grey eyes. You're a pixie."

He starts to protest but I press my mouth onto his own cherry red one. "Shhh, mine own. Feel, don't talk."

I surge again into his silky depths, his sphincter rippling against me. We gasp and groan a melody of delicious delirium. Our tongues clash, limbs entangle, sweat soaking us as we move in a perfect union of rhapsody, seeking our mutual pleasure, our blissful relief. And looking into the eyes of the man I love, hearing him sigh for me and me for him, we meet simultaneously at the apex of climax, coming gloriously. My lover coats my chest with the culmination of his desire and with perfect synchronicity; I satiate myself deep within his tender passage. 

No words are spoken after that. The twin beating of our hearts tells me everything I need to know. 

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