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The Dual of the Parallels Ch. 01

By: echoi1995



Prologue - The Chase

The black evil crows carefully clawed onto the cables, and barked their annoyance at me. Even the dark, hideous silver-linings behind the clouds looked petulant as I choked on the thought of Nate putting those uncomfortable handcuffs around my injured wrists. I was running for my life. Better yet, I was sprinting away from a crime scene. The stiff body was stabbed exactly 12 times, in the same fashion as the recent murders; 4 times in the heart, and 8 times in the stomach. And of course, the cops would have to arrive when I opened the stuffed closet to find the body dropping out... and then triggering a grenade hidden quietly in the cold hand of the dead man.

The explosion almost left me to eternal sleep, but I somehow managed to escape as the house collapsed on itself when the other bombs activated as well.

Now I was on the streets, hiding in the shadows with my scarf covering my bloodied face. The iron-rich stench was making me sick, and when one of the cops behind suddenly yelled to stop me, I just sprinted without a second thought. Then, without any hesitation, the cops fired at me. Soon, the sirens were alarmed, and their chase began.

My spiked-up hair was soaking wet from the situation, and itching dust stuck sticky on my forehead. Only if Nate was here to clean me up.

"Oh Nate," I wondered, "what if I do die at your hands? Wouldn't that be romantic enough for us to start a new life together?"

I hurried into an ominous wall of fog that hindered a small alley. Perhaps I could jump a fence or something to get away from all this. Perhaps there is a door that will lead me into one of the side buildings. Perhaps there's...

Shit. A 20-foot-tall cement wall. No side doors. No escape.

"Where is he?!" The voice sounds familiar. It was Nate's boss.

"I don't know, sir!"

"Sir," a third officer appeared, "some folks saw a suspicious man running to the market."

"Then go! Go, go, go! We can't let him escape this time!"

For the first time since the run, I have never been so relieved to know that I am alone now. I pushed my back up against the rough wall, slowing down my heart rate, catching my breath. I could barely see a foot in front of me with the cold haze surrounding me, but the chilly air was all I have to put some distance between Nate and myself.

"Why does it have to always end this way? Why am I always the bad guy? Yes, yes, I was part of an organization that I didn't want to be part of in the first place, but that doesn't make me a bad guy, does it?"

I gently brushed my fingers against the bumpy, jagged cement wall behind me; wearing a pair of fingerless gloves made the tips of my hands even more sensitive to the texture. How strangely did the feel remind me of the strong, warm arms of my lover, and how untimely did the feel remind me of his gentle caress of my hair. And how satisfying did...

I accidentally closed my eyes with all those wonderful memories, when out of the fog, a pair of strong, warm arms reached and gripped my injured shoulder. 

"He found me, and I'm about to die in his arms."

He pulled me into his aggressive embrace, only to shove me against the wooden panel that was leaning against the adjacent wall. My cap that hid my eyes was even knocked off in the process, but my scarf still shielded me from revealing my entire face. But it does not even matter at all. Nate could tell, without a doubt, that it's me just by looking into my deep light-brown eyes.

Nate's cologne, the one that I bought for him... I could smell it through my scarf. Then it finally registered. Nate still loves me. Nate still cherished the memories we had together. But underneath my disguise, Nate knew that I was secretly grinning to the thought. And he shoved me up the wooden panel again, but he gave me some painful splinters this time and I swallowed the agonizing sensation silently.

There was just a silent hum in the background now from the generator across from us now. If this isn't about chasing me down, it would have been pretty hot to just be standing there, your love's nose only an inch away from yours, his tough, broad-shouldered body slightly humping you, and his prick... It's poking my inner thigh, craving for my attention.

I broke the silence.

"Want to know the truth?" The scarf muffled my voice.

Nate's soul-piercing eyes began to collect water.

"What to know the truth?" I repeated myself, only in a mocking tone this time.

He shoved me up the panel again. Fuck, those splinters.

"Tell me then." His husky voice made me swallow hard.

"I'm not the person you think I am," I bullshitted.

The sudden flashes of shadows on the great wall of fog annoyed me more than it scared me. Nate and I heard his boss yelling to the rookies on the other side. His boss probably has a shotgun in his hand, ready to blow me to pieces.

"Where is Captain Young? Where is fuckin' Nate?!"

"Let me call him, sir."

Although it was just for a split second that Nate and I made our final eye contact, he knew he had to trust me on this one. He abruptly pressed his lips hard on mine, and I moaned, gently bit his lower lip before he rushed out of the fog.

"No sign of anyone in there," Nate announced, "we should go back to the scene to see if the suspect left any evidence."

I waited, and waited until all I heard were heavy footsteps echoing in my mind. It's safe now, temporarily.

Nate... Nate, you have to trust me on this one.

Chapter 1.1 - The Arson

The police department was very organized and structured, and it had a particular citrus smell to it. It must have been the leftover orange chicken left on one of the desks.

The moment I stepped into the working hall, everyone seemed to have stopped whatever that they were working on and sneaked a peek at me. I guess I do exert a murderous atmosphere wherever I go, and since it was, afterall a cop den, everyone was extra sensitive to this, well, me.

"Dr. Chang, you seem to capture my co-workers' attention," Officer Andrews noted.

"Call me Tim, please. And well, I do look new, and I don't mind being the center of attention if this is what it takes to have things done."

Officer Andrews chuckled at the idea.

"I'm sure captain wouldn't mind having you here then."

"Excuse me?" I was caught off guard by the comment.

"I said, if we catch the killer because of your presence, I think our captain would do everything to make you stay."

"Oh, well, I'm not that magical."

We made a turn into an even larger working area and headed to the back office through a maze of desks and tables with empty coffee cups and half eaten burgers that sat there, alone but not in the least, lonely. Phones were ringing violently, one after another. Some FBI agents were sitting in those squeaky plastic chairs, listening to the most recent updates of their cases.

Officer Andrews turned to me before he knocked on the door.

"Captain Young may scare you at first, but I assure you that he is a very warm person."

Well, that's... very... nice. I couldn't decipher the deeper meaning to that.

Well, and I didn't really need the warning at all anyways. Before Officer Andrews had the chance to knock, the door itself busted open and the masculine captain himself appeared in front of me. I think he was going to shout something to his crew, but all he did was stare straight into my eyes. For a few seconds, I was not able to blink. He wasn't able to break his eye contact with me either. Then I fixed my eyes to the door frame instead, and snap him back to place.

"I need all the files now! Rainen, get me another cup of coffee! Gran, call the forensic department! I need to know what the possible weapons are! Now!" His deep, but loud tone went through my ears like classical music.

I adjusted my glasses and locked my lips, while he made eye contact right back at me again.

This time, Officer Andrews interrupted.

"Captain Young, this is Doctor Timothy Chang from Mountain Bridge Medical Headquarter. He is here to serve as the temporary head of the Department of Pathology."

His deep, dark-brown eyes, I'm telling you, are the most attractive feature on this man, at least from all the seeable features that I can compare them to for now.

I stuck my arm out for a handshake, but he was obviously lost in my signature innocent, yet aggressive gaze.

"Captain? Something wrong with my eyes?" I teased.

"Oh. Sorry. Spaced out for a moment. Your eyes are beautiful." He stuck his calloused hand out to give mine an electrifying squeeze. And I politely returned a weak squeeze back.

"Thank you Officer Andrews. You can go back to work on your assignments," the captain dismissed Officer Andrews, still held on to my hand. He sounded so aggressive, yet polite that it was too hot for me to handle. It's like being burned at stake right now.

"We haven't met each other before, have we?" the captain coughed, attempting to hide his affection towards me.

"I don't believe so, captain. I'm new to this town." In fact, I have seen him before. I was doing my job, and he almost made a headshot, blowing up my brain right then and there.

"We can talk in my office. You want coffee, doc?" I couldn't reject.

His office was very roomy and gave me a feeling of home, a sense of belonging. There was a plumped sofa up against the wall next to the door, and his bookcases were filled with reference books and psychology textbooks.

"I'll have to be careful with this guy," I mentally note, "psychology."

"Go ahead and take a seat," he pulled my chair out for me like a gentleman and returned to his black business-class office chair, "because I don't think you will want to stand while taking glances at these pictures, doc."

He handed me an old-looking, 3-inch yellow binder.

"The recent murders have been done in the same fashion, including the one from last night. A CEO, Sharon Night, age 30 was found stabbed 12 times..."

"...4 times directly in the heart and 8 times the victim's stomach," I finished the captain's sentence.

"Exactly."

I began to read the news clippings aloud in the binder and scanning over the gruesome photos that provided the vivid scenes. They looked too familiar.

"A 48-year-old millionaire murdered, brutally stabbed. A 16-year-old mother of two in septic tank. Stabbed 12 times." I looked up, and his eyes captured me again, and my words slipped, "I guess the killer's having too much fun with utility knives." Fuck.

"Utility knives?"

His office door flung open and the rookie rushed in with a file in his hand, "Captain, the forensic team believed that the weapon is a thin blade, perhaps like a..."

"An utility knife?"

"Yes! A box-cutter of some sort! And the openings of the wounds matched the..." The rookie finally noticed me sitting there with my coffee cup on my lap. I gave him a nice, steady nod, quietly sipping my energizing mocha. It tasted more like chocolate milk though.

"Hi!" This guy was too excited to feel any embarrassment.

Captain Young had to break the awkward silence, "Well, thank you Gran! Remember to knock next time."

The rookie almost slammed the door shut, but I can already feel the heat from his stare.

"Utility knife, huh?"

"Utility knife indeed."

Silence.

"Doc, tell me," he whispered, "were you the killer?"

I grinned with all the satisfactions, and I shivered, but remained very, very calm, "Would you take a 'no' as a response?"

He would have jokingly replied back, but that shriek from outside was too horrifying of a sound to not go check it out. 

It was chaotic, and fire was spewing out like flamethrowers from the ceiling, where the water from sprinklers were supposed to spray. The five different exits from the working area were already engulfed by walls of spontaneous combustion.

No! Not now! They can't burn the place down now! Hell, I'm still in the building! What were they thinking of?!

"Make the run!" Someone yelled across the space in pure distress.

"Go!"

"Fuck!"

My senses were overloading. I felt so numb, so angry. And I didn't even notice when a grenade launched into Captain Young's office, and indirectly, at me.

"Doc!" Captain Young promptly grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me into his broad chest, and threw us both behind a desk. The glass to his office shattered into fragments of shards. And a smaller piece cut me right up my left cheek vertically. My ears were ringing with white noises, my head dizzy from the impact, but Captain Young lifted me up bridal style and carried me away from his exploded office. It was getting too hot. Some of his teammates became motionless after trying to roll the fire away on the carpet. Some became torches, burning brighter than the stars. It was too unpredictable, and too uncontrollable. We were going to die here, before I could go out and kill whoever that turned the station to hell, literally. Everything was in shades of red. Everything was turning into ashes. Everything was too blurry.

"Wait!" I shouted, but then coughed out smoke that was traveling down my dry throat. I jumped out of his arms and kicked the half-molten water dispenser down, and tried my best not to spill any water from the 5-gallon container. Captain Young rushed over and took the deformed container from my hands and soaked himself completely wet, and then dumped the rest of the water on my hair and dress shirt.

"Shit," I said to myself. This was definitely not the time and place to blatantly eye his defined six-packs and his deltoid and his biceps and his chest and his...

He took off his heavily soaked outer coat and covered my head.

"Jump on!"

I hopped on his back playfully, and covered his head, too, with his coat.

"I can't guarantee anything, doc!"

"Just try your best!" I patted encouragingly onto his shoulder.

And he blitzed right through the solid screen of hellfire.

Captain Young collapsed onto the granite floor of the station lobby as paramedics immediately crush oxygen masks into our faces. The firefighters randomly continued to fire their hoses into the smoky halls of death, hoping to hit the sources of the flame. 

"You stupid assholes, the fire's coming from up top," I choked out the words in my head, and then I passed out next to Nate.

Someone was gently thumbing my injured cheek when I opened my eyes, to find Nate sitting next to my hospital bed. I had seven stitches on my cheek that will leave a permanent, but faint scar, but I don't care about my injuries. All I wanted to see was Nate unharmed.

That day, nineteen officers died from the arson, and six more from an explosion that occurred right after Nate and I were carried out into ambulances.

And they thought all the evidence is no more...

Chapter 1.2 - Nate and I

Since the arson, Nate and I have been seeing each other every day. When the doctors finally peeled off the gauze that protected my scar, the result was better than expected. The injury only left a 2-inch mark of faint discoloration below my left temple. I always joke now, that if Nate ever decides to dump me, it's going to be because of my scar. I mean, it's going to be hard to introduce your boyfriend to your parents, given that his face is disfigured, no matter how small the cut is, right? But he shrugs and hugs me from behind, saying that I look even sexier with the scar.

It's been six months since the fire, and two months since we started dating. And good news was that there have not been any similar murders in the past few months. Then bad news was Captain Nate Young is captain no more. Since they had to move to a new station, the surviving members of his team were moved to be under an old, grumpy, ex-undercover grandpa that couldn't even take a dump by himself.

And as for me, the head of the Department of Pathology returned, so I reverted back to become a normal, yet highly-ranked doctor.

I shook the gallon-sized zip-lock bag of steaks marinated with red wine while trying to read the recipe on my tablet. The door leading to the garage opens, and my handsome boyfriend entered the house to find me frustrated in the kitchen.

"What'cha doin'?" He hugged me from behind around my small waist, and nudged his nose into my soft neck. I love it when he does that. It drives me insane.

"I'm... cookin'."

"You need help?" He tried to untie my apron, but I turned around to kiss him. I can't stop smiling as he swiped his tongue side to side in my mouth. And I could not ignore the growing pain in my pants either. Perhaps I was poking him too hard. He slipped his hands under my boxers, one to massage my left cheek, the other circling his finger around my cockhead.

I moaned, way too loudly, but Nate doesn't mind a bit. I must have been leaking out all the pre-cum stored in my sack. Nate scooped some out with the tip of his finger and without breaking our eye contact, he sucked his index finger dry. I had to bite on my lower lip to stop myself from cumming right there.

"You! You need to stop, or I won't be able to finish making dinner."

"Screw dinner. All I'm going to eat tonight is you."

I gave that statement a thought, still thinking of my steak, but then, "Fine!"

I threw the bag of steaks down the tiled floor and attacked his lips again. His hands cupped my ears to position my head and he sucked the chilly air out of my lungs with a devastating suction. I pushed him hard against the fridge, and I guess the cold surface turned him off a little, so he spun me around to have my back against the cold metal... selfish bastard. He was still trying to untie my apron, but then I just ripped it off of my hips and he undressed me instantly. My prick was exposed to the breezy air, and my balls shyly lifted itself up to get its warmth. My nipples were so hard; Nate needs to stop licking them.

Unexpectedly, he pinned me with my arms up. I looked at him innocently as he scanned my face for the prettiest part to eat. I closed my eyes, just to make sure he doesn't pick to lick my eyeballs. The sensation was weird, because when I have something wet rubbing against a faint, bumpy scar on my face, I would scream with ecstasy. He was enjoying licking my scar on my cheek. His saliva smelled like a mixture of overnight coffee, with a scent of faint cheese, which I would die for if he would use his spit as lube when he enters me.

"Ready to be eaten, Tim Tim?"

"Yes... Eat me, you dirty cop!"

"Yeah? You like a dirty cop running your life?

"Yeah..." I whispered with delight.

I gently rubbed the underside of his cock through his pants. If my sense of touch was correct, I was feeling a giant wet spot right now.

Nate swiped my naked body off my feet into his strong arms and my slender arms around his neck, and he spat on my prick before throwing me onto our bed. The thick mucus dripped slowly down my shaft, and before it tangled in my pubes, Nate grabbed my ass-cheeks, pushed it upward, and slid my prick up his mouth, gliding in and out of his hot trap. My breaths were so uneven I was afraid I was going to hyperventilate. He slurped and grunted, polishing my hard beef jerky. I even almost cummed right into his mouth, that is, before I pulled his massive frame on top of me, and I grinded my asshole against his cock. His head poked and only poked my ready hole, and I was dying from the anticipation.

"Please, Nate. Fuck me."

"You really want it? Do you?"

"Yes!" My voice cracked. He softly chuckled.

He spat a sticky slobber in the palm of his hand and rubbed it on his uncut cock. I can already feel the moist slab of meat in me fucking the cum out of me. Hurry, Nate, hurry!

As he ever-so-slowly pressed his cock inch by inch into me, I took his fingers and licked his spit off between his fingers. That must have sent him into an overdrive; he suddenly powerfully plunged his cock straight into my prostate.


The Dual of the Parallels Ch. 01



The windows would have shattered when I roared, but the thrust was too much. I squeezed my ass-cheeks together as I delivered my long, ropey cum in rhythmic squirts. One splashed over my shoulder, another shot myself under my chin, and another clung onto Nate's smooth gorgeous chest, glistening like a crystal. The rest of my jizz pooled on top of my beach abs as I realized that Nate, too, had blasted his load inside me. The sweat rolling down his hair made his face shine. His eyes, again, ogled my naturally hairless body; he was obviously trying to recover from the orgasm.

Then he dropped himself on top of me, his dying hardness still lodged in me. My watery jizz rolled down the sides of my hip and stained the bed sheets as Nate continued to hump me weakly, licking the cum off of my shoulder and feeding it to me.

"I love you Tim Tim."

I smiled, but paused.

He thought I was still recovering from the orgasm.

"I love you too, Nate."

But I might have to love you in a different way soon.

Chapter 1.3 - Hidden Identity

Even though we both felt exhausted after the hot sex, I still got up to make the steaks that I have planned for.

He wrapped his muscular arms around my still naked body as I slowly slid the first meat onto the frying pan. The aroma of garlic and onion, mixed with vinegar and salt, and his after sex stench was enough for me to pack on another hard-on, especially when some other kind of meat was poking my ass again.

"I told you I'm not hungry," Nate insisted, "I'm pretty full right now. Trust me."

"Stop it," I said playfully, "you're not going to have enough energy to fuck me again tonight if you don't eat your dinner."

"Oh yeah?" He grabbed his pulsing cock and punctured me right up again. I couldn't move other than dropping my jaw.

That night, after the red wine steak, and the champagne cheesecake, Nate passed out on the bed next to me.

I couldn't believe that Nate have been sweet enough to let me stay at his place after I lied to him my landlord forced me out of the apartment. In fact, I was being pursued by assassins sent by them. Nate's pronounced cheeks were rose red, and was sleeping heavily, thanks to the diphenhydramine that I've slipped into the alcohol. He definitely needed a good night sleep while I go out to take care of some business.

The abandoned streets near the edge of town, even with streetlamps hovering above each tree, were too dark for me to explore. If he didn't signal me with his flashlight, I would have crashed into a tree.

"Where's the cop?"

"You don't need to know."

He had to take a breath before announcing what he knows I will reject.

"Mother has a new job for you. Her name is Hailey Forbes, age 27, a prostitute."

"What did she do?"

He was surprised that I didn't straight up reject him.

"She overheard mother saying something about a recent murder."

"Why does she want me to take the job? I'm sure she has other favorites by now, Damon."

Damon hesitated to answer.

The midnight breeze blew by, and the rustling of the leaves cleared my mind. I'm pretty sure, now, that Damon asked mother to give me the job as a chance to redeem myself.

"Mother wants to see you."

"I don't want to see her." I sounded so mad already.

"You don't have a choice, Timothy. You betrayed us. You don't follow mother's orders anymore. You are going to get yourself killed!"

"Since when did you care about my life and death, Damon?"

"Since the day I..." He couldn't finish it.

"What is it? You know it," I yelled at him, "What were you gonna say, Damon? Since the day you raped me?!"

I was cold and harsh. He was speechless.

I was glad Damon chose this place. Even if I screamed that over and over, no one will hear us in this barren industrial area.

"I'm sorry, and I've been sorry since that day, Tim."

"And you'll never be forgiven."

I twisted my head away from him, clenched my jaw, trying not to have the memory stir back up to the surface.

"Fuck it! I don't need your forgiveness!" And he pulled me into his chest and drooled and sucked and did everything he could to force me to open my mouth for him.

The only pictures that kept popping up in my mind were Nate's as Damon hungrily took me, and I tried to limit his access of me. But fuck, Damon was too damn good at his game. I needed to breathe, so I took a deep breath, and for a split second, Damon had full access to my tongue, my lips, and my teeth. Yeah, my teeth, that is when I bit his lower lip with all my might. He forcefully pushed me to the ground as he tried not to show his pain for his busted lip.

He sucked on his lower lip and spat out blood.

"Regardless, mother wants you to meet you. We have a new den, and I'll send you the address when it's time."

I just looked away and ignored him, still on the dusty ground. Knowing that he couldn't get me to listen, he threatened me.

"If you don't show up, I will personally hurt Nathan Young myself."

My eyes widened. I shot right up onto my feet, and hurdled across several feet to punch him square in the stomach, and I kicked him into a tree behind.

I creased the collar of his shirt with my fists and pierced through his eyes with mine.

"If Nate is hurt in any way, regardless of who did it, I'll make sure mother and the rest of our sibling burn in hell while I punch holes through each and every one of them with a dull screwdriver." I slapped him across his face with strength, but with care.

Now, when I said that Damon had chosen the right place for this conversation, it would have been true until I heard a cough from a distance. I looked back without turning my body, still pushing Damon against the tree, while Damon already pulled his handgun out, ready to kill.

A camouflaging shadow, along with a tall body came out behind tree behind me.

"Don't shoot." His voice was flat and emotionless.

"Jon," Damon spoke with surprise, "what are you doing here?"

"Well, I would love to meet the legendary Timothy Chang, so I followed you. You're a bit shorter than I would have imagined, and a bit... weaker than I've assumed." His arrogance was swallowing him up.

This fuck was checking me out from behind, probably undressing me with his eyes right now, but I did nothing to stop him, not that I was enjoying it.

I turned my attention back to Damon, "Who the fuck is he?" I said lowly with a playful grin.

"Mother's newest favorite," Damon sadly responded.

"Oh." I turned around to face him with my hands on my hips. He was evidently amazed by my flamboyant act.

"Care to have a little fun with me, Tim Tim?" This creep caught me off guard; only Nate can call me Tim Tim.

He walked closer and closer to me, until our lips imminently touched. He was at least half a foot taller than my 5'7 frame, but it was nice to be able to point the sharp tip of my tactical knife right at his crotch without lifting my forearm much. But then, he wasn't dumb either, because he was pointing his pistol directly at my guts too.

So I began to break him psychologically.

"Do you need help pulling the trigger?" I murmured seductively into his ear after a tense moment of silence.

I slowly trailed my fingertips along his hand to his finger on the trigger, and slowly exerted pressure using my thumb.

It took a while before he noticed that I wasn't caressing him.

"What are you doing?"

He was nervous, and he didn't know how to properly respond.

"Well, let's think about it. You are pointing a gun at me, and the purpose of this was to threaten me. Well, you're not threatening me aren't you?" I am having too much fun torturing this little inexperienced soul. "When your threat becomes useless, let me teach you what you should do next."

I delicately unloaded the magazine as I spoke, and found out this poor bastard didn't even cock his gun. His eyes couldn't break from my hypnotizing eye contact. Damon watched each of my motions with admiration and lust.

And my sudden push of the trigger of the empty gun shocked him so much he probably shitted his pants.

"My turn now huh?" And I jabbed my knife into his thigh in one swift motion with a little twist. He dropped onto the ground, blood gushing out of his new wound, squeezing his inner thigh while shrieking in agony. I dropped the magazine next to him as Damon attempted to support him to his feet.

"Tell mother, thanks but no thanks. Oh, and also," I pointed at Jon's wound with my knife, "let that be a lesson for you to not mess with the legendary Timothy."

I waved as I drove by the two of them and headed home.

Sneaking into the house to make sure I don't wake Nate, I quickly undressed myself and threw all my clothes into the washer. And climbed right back to bed next to Nate; his cheeks are still red and his breath still intoxicating.

I nudged my nose against his throat, and caused him to gulp. I brushed his cheeks with my fingers, loving the way it felt, and closed my eyes.

But I couldn't sleep.

Mother would be really upset.

Chapter 1.4 - Grilled Cheese

Nate always takes Fridays off in order to spend time with me, which is really sweet of him.

And he knew that I'm not a big fan of showing everyone my sexual orientation, so he doesn't mind not being able to hold my hand in public or kiss me in front of people. However, I would always sneak a kiss right on his lips when I was certain that nobody was around.

"Do you want something to drink?" We sat down in the food court of a huge mall.

"Sure, I'll have a regular coffee."

"It's a long line so just sit here. Get food if you get too hungry." He gave me an a hundred dollar bill.

Soon, there was an old lady that sat across from me. Her white wavy hair caught most of my attention, how it bounced as she munched on her grilled cheese sandwich. That melting Swiss cheese made my stomach drum, so I politely asked her where she bought her sandwich.

"It's by the corner. Here, take this too." She handed me a coupon from her shiny purse, "You get a second one for free!" She seemed so excited for me, like I've landed a jackpot. I insisted that she keep the coupon, but her kind words just made me feel bad for rejecting her offer.

"Here, here, take it. You should take it before I go get a second and a third one and get a stroke because the cheese is clogging my arteries."

I couldn't help to laugh.

"You alone?"

"Why yes?" She took a bite of her sandwich.

"You mind if I sit with you for now?"

"Feel free, young man," she waved her hand at the chair, "You waiting for your friend too?"

I nodded courteously. "Yeah, my boyfriend is buying me a drink."

She had to swallow before she could comment. Her way of chewing her food was so delicate, so cute to watch.

"Oh? Boyfriend?" she continued, "He must be really hot to find someone just as hot, and cute."

I had to genuinely laugh at that one and blushed. I scratched my head, playing shy, "Nah, he's okay."

She pointed her plastic knife at me, "You're lying!"

And then she pointed it to the grilled cheese place, "You should probably go order now. The line gets really long."

I stood up and offered my hand, "Nice talking to you!"

"Have a wonderful day, child," she wiped her warm and sticky hand on her blouse and then squeezed mine.

It must have been a very long line indeed, because when I came back with my two sandwiches to my original seat, Nate was still gone... And so was the nice lady. But her food was still there, and her drink. I guess she didn't have the courtesy to clean up after herself. What a shame.

But by the time I finished my first grilled cheese, oh shit, it tasted so delicious, Nate was back with our hot coffee; the cheese melted with the bread when you put it in your mouth.

"Good, you're back. I thought someone ditched me," I sarcastically grunted.

"Oh come on, the line was really long." He gave me a gentle nudge with his meaty elbow.

"I need to wash my hands, the grilled cheese is yours."

The restroom is located on the other side of the food court. How convenient.

Then this guy bumped right into me. To be polite, even though it was clearly his fault, I still apologized. But he dipped his head, with his cap covering his upper face, and walked away hastily without saying a word back. Maybe if he bumped into someone else, he would have been ignored. But unfortunately for him, it only took me an instance to note how suspicious he was. He looked like me escaping after I have finished somebody. But it would cause too much attention if I did anything, so I ignored him... And I regretted it.

By the time I reached the restroom, security guards weren't letting anyone into the hallway that led to the restrooms. Everyone crowded around, complaining about the wait.

"Some lady was stabbed in the stall, it was nasty."

"Dude, I heard a man was hiding in one of the stalls."

"Yeah, what a sick fuck."

Oh no.

"I heard it was a granny."

My heart thumped when I overheard that. It must have been the old lady that I was talking to. No, please, no.

The paramedics arrived and rushed in to help.

"She wasn't even robbed. The psycho just killed for fun."

"Yeah, the psycho, he was probably upskirting in the stall."

"And he didn't lock the stall?"

My reddened eyes watered. Please, I would do anything if I can see the grandma alive and well. More and more people pushed and shoved each other to get a first-hand of what was happening, and I was shoved to the front of the crowd.

The walkie-talkie on a guard responds, "Found a body, old woman, no ID on her, looked like she was enjoying her last grilled cheese in the stall."

I almost fainted like a trainee seeing blood for the first time. And Nate catches me from behind.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

I couldn't talk. I couldn't even mutter a sound, and all I could do was tremble in Nate's arms.

"You hurt baby?"

The paramedics carried out the body covered with a blood-stained white sheet. I covered my mouth, sobbing like a three-year-old when his toys were taken away. Everything seemed to be fading away, the mumbling of conversations between the people and rumors, my pulse and my heart beat.

"Oh dear heavens!"

That voice sounds so familiar.

It took me a few loud sobs to recognize the voice, and I almost shoved Nate to the ground.

The old lady held another order of her grilled cheese sandwich on the platter, but I didn't care. I pushed the platter out of her hands, and gave her a lung-collapsing bear hug as she painfully watched her grilled cheese collecting dust on the floor.

"Dear child! My ticket to a stroke!"

I would have been much happier than I should have been.

But, fuck.

I swore to myself earlier that, hell, if I need to work for mother again to keep the lady safe, I would!

Chapter 1.5 - The Return

One of the most relaxing things I've ever done was volunteering in senior homes, so when I heard about this opportunity from my workplace, I was the first one to sign up.

People think these places should be avoided as much as possible. Who wants to deal with smelly humans that sit on wheelchairs every day? Well, I certainly do, not because I like smelly people, but these are usually the wisest people you'll ever meet.

"Child," Granny Trisha called for me, "how's your day today?"

"So far so good, Trisha."

I've been volunteering in this senior home long enough to know just about everyone's names and their brief stories. Some were forced to be here by their children, some didn't have children. And a few paid with their life savings to be in a senior home.

But it's always nice to have grandmas and grandpas genuinely appreciate your existence, which I crave for.

"How 'bout you?" I replied back.

"My fragile bones hurt. But you look more hurt than me."

I look into her tired, sunken eyes to see if I could fetch any reason for her observation.

"Well, I can always give you a massage, but I'm not hurt at all, at least physically." I tried to sound fine.

Trisha didn't respond. She just, let silence reign for a bit.

"I know that look. Is it a relationship issue?" She couldn't stop herself from asking.

I stopped rubbing her feet in the tub of lukewarm water, and involuntarily sighed. I can't get away from this if I don't tell her the truth, can I? Or at least with twisted truths...

"Trisha, what would you do if your mother suddenly wants to see you after so long?"

She looked terrified, "If my mother suddenly wants to see me, I think I would shit my pants, darling."

At first I didn't get it, but I was laughing my ass off when I did. I went back on massaging her sore calves.

"Well child, to be serious, I would advise you to see her. Don't you miss your mother?"

"Nope, not even for a sec."

"Tell me what happened."

I can't tell her what really happened, "We had a big fight before I headed for college. I've never talked to her since. That was five years ago."

"Oh child, a mother always has the heart to take care of her children no matter what happened before."

"Not her," I shot back instantly with an uncontrollable roar.

"Sorry, Trisha, that was rude."

"Child, I think you should go see your mother."

"She's not really nice, Trisha. She's a mean, calculative old woman that gets mad for no apparent reason."

Trisha had to take in my feelings to consideration before she can comment any further.

I massaged her heels as I tried not to tear up in front of her. It was hard to do, given that as a mother, I guess she is supposed to do your job, being a mother. A mother should be taking care of her children, feeding them, providing the best for them, and protecting them, even if it meant to kill or be killed.

Not mother.

"You need to forgive her," Trisha dawned the idea upon me.

"That's the last thing I need to do."

"Child, you are one stubborn son-of-a-bitch. You know that?"

"Oh hell, she is a bitch, but I assure you that if my mother is still alive, I would be living a different life right now."

"Now you are just confusing me..." Trisha rubbed her scalp.

I left around noon and wandered around a market plaza. Some festival was being held there, and the jumpy music shocked the audience to dance and yell with them. It looked so much fun, but I think I'm too mature for that. The sun was bright and shining, and the warmth of it made my healthy tanned skin glow as I sat on the bench, enjoying the view. 

Out of the corner of my eyes, I see a family of four, two parents and a grandpa, and a little boy. The boy's face brought me back to my childhood, with the difference that this boy is so much luckier than me.

The crouching mother gently wiped the vanilla ice cream off of the corners of her child's small lips. Her brilliant dress rippled so elegantly when a gentle wind blew across the brick ground. Her boy, being a generous boy as he is, smeared his ice cream across his mother's face, as if feeding her. The two older men chuckled; the grandpa held on to the boy's soft hands, while the husband kissed the ice cream off of his wife's beautiful face.

My heart almost stopped, imagining Nate kissing ice cream off of mine. My nose soured. My cheeks blushed. And I couldn't smile, I couldn't smile. I lost control of my emotions and salty tears flew out of my eyes, and I was still forcing a smile.

I wasn't thinking clear anymore, so when some random stranger pulled me to a comforting embrace, I almost leaped into it. It felt really strange because, it felt more like a cuddle. My senses sharpened within a few seconds to the well-known masculine body odor. Fuck. I used all my might to thrust him away, but he squeezed me even tighter.

"Let go of me!" I was sure some people stopped and turned to see the two of us.

"No! Tim, why do you have to torture yourself? Why can't you just let me help you?"

"You're not helping me, you selfish bastard! Go back to hell, Damon!"




The Dual of the Parallels Ch. 01



Damon finally let go of me. When the security guards came by, I politely waved them off. I was still sobbing my heart out though, and Damon relocated us to a nearby park.

"I missed you, Tim."

He did miss me. I could tell by the tone of his voice.

"Mother ordered you to get me, I know that," I said with extra confidence. The only time when Damon shows up is always when mother has given new orders.

"Mother really wants you to come back."

The next thing was a bit of a dilemma. "She is here to meet you."

My heart exploded from that.

"What?!" I screamed at his face. I scanned to my left and right, then behind me. "Why, Damon? Why do you have to do this, you coward!"

Just as when my fist was an inch away from breaking Damon's nose, that soft-pitched, but harsh voice froze me in place.

"It's been a while, Timothy."

I didn't dare to turn around to face her at once. I swear she heard me gulped. I took a careful peek into Damon's reflective aviators to find that Jon was standing next to mother. Ha! I mocked silently.

"You are not turn to let mother see her kid's face? That is like putting a restraining order against a mother."

I straightened my spine, patted down all the wrinkles of my t-shirt, and slowly pivoted my feet.

She is getting old. Her beautiful golden strands of hair were now knotted with strands of white. Her eye sockets looked swollen. But nevertheless, she still exhibited her killer stares. I learned mine from her.

She reached out to touch my scarred face, but I promptly pushed her arm away from me. Don't she dare to ever touch me. She played weak though. She stumbled back, looking innocent and hurt; Jon gladly stuck out his arms to make sure our mother does not fall.

"Timothy!" she tried to put guilt in me.

"Mother," I finally addressed her for the first time in five years. I may have astonished her; she thought I would have never call her mother ever again.

The giant pool next to us sprayed mist to our side, refreshing our heating skins. The splashing and falling of water should have been relaxing to park visitors, but it only tensed me up even more now that I've noticed the noise in the background.

I glanced at Jon's thigh, "Glad you're still standing. If you'd just asked, I would have offered to buy you a wheelchair."

Jon wasn't affected by the mockery at all. He smiled and thanked me.

"Mother wants you to do something, for me, and the rest of the family, Timothy. And only you can do it effectively."

"I'm not part of your family anymore."

"Timothy, but I still consider you as part of it. Do you know how many of your siblings longed to see our legendary Timothy? Do you know you're still a hot topic of famous assassins within our household? I'm a proud mother every time your name is mentioned, Timothy."

Mother looked at Damon; he placed his big hand on my shoulder.

"Unless you want Damon to send your boyfriend to a long sleep, you cannot reject me. I would gladly offer to buy you a coffin, too."

"Fuck you, bitch," I mouthed the words with widened eyes.

She right out slapped me, and snickers at me, "And I thought you were gay, darling. Oh, or did you turn gay after I ordered Damon to... have a little fun with you?" Her mockery went a bit too far this time.

I pulled out my tactical knife, the same one I stabbed Jon with and pointed it at her face. I failed to remember Damon's grip on me, so when I lunged forward, he pulled me back. "I'll shoot if you do anything," he whispered seductively into my ear.

Mother could only grin at my stupid act.

"I'll have Damon give you the target's info later. I have to leave to kill someone else now, Timothy. You take care, darling."

Mother turned back at me after a few steps.

"And, we are having a family reunion this weekend. I am inviting you to come too, Timothy. I really do miss you."

I have no choice but to return to mother.

Chapter 1.6 - The Reunion

"Nate."

"Hey baby," he sounded very thrilled to hear my voice.

"I might be home later tonight. My friend, his mother recently passed away, so I wanted to be there for him." I could hear his co-workers scrambling through piles of paperwork.

"Okay then, I'll be eating frozen pizza while cuddling with your pillow this evening."

"Just don't fuck anything until I come back."

"Damn it," he said; I imagine him saying it with a childish grin.

I pulled my car to the front of the gigantic mansion, at least five stories high. The green swaying trees provided a great shade for my car. There were some unknown faces that were leaning against a red sports car as I stepped out of my vehicle.

The balcony above displayed a grand and elegant feeling from where I was standing. There, Damon was leaning against the edge of it. When he finally spotted me, he disappeared back to the house, and within a minute, he was jogging until he reached me.

"Glad you came."

I didn't respond.

The punks near us giggle and ogle Damon and I.

"They look high."

"I think they are," Damon responded.

His powerful eyes pierced right into my soul, "I missed you."

"I don't. The last time we met, I believed you'd betrayed me."

He suddenly leaned his face forward and we almost kissed, "I was trying to help. If you don't appreciate it, then you can speak up."

For a moment, I did want to take him in. His defined jaw, his high cheekbones covered with meaty cheeks, large confident eyes, and his sideburns that's worth killing for, and oh, his busted lips.

"Is that really him?"

"That's him?"

"I thought of him as a hot, tall tattooed hunk. I guess not."

My eyes glittered at the whispers that were a bit loud, as if they were intentional for me to hear them so clearly. And that was when mother came out with a lavender poodle resting on her left arm, and a glass of red wine in her right hand.

"Timothy, I'm glad you're back. Damon, don't be rude and escort our guest into the house, will you?" She acted so politely and so generously. Damon tried to lead me into the house with my hand in his, but I yanked his hand away before he could even have a good grip.

The mansion is absolutely gorgeous. The grand spiral staircase twisted around the walls; a golden chandelier worth at least a million hung strongly up the ceiling. There were so many new faces, all drunk and high, lying on the ceramic floor and sleeping on the steps, but as always, when I entered into the castle-like double doors, everyone dropped whatever that they were doing and turned their heads towards me. The blasting music died, the partying atmosphere subsided. For the first time ever, it made me feel uneasy. I had to manually control my pulsing blood from spraying out of my nose.

"Is he new? He's hot, bro."

"He looks like a fresh piece of meat."

"Let's eat him when mother releases him to the wild, yeah?"

"What the fuck? You new fucks don't know who he is?"

Mother stepped in front of me, her right arm on my shoulders, her wine swaying so fluidly in her glass, "Children of all ages, I want you all to meet my son, my legendary son, Timothy..."

Silence. I took my opportunity to take a good look at each and every one of the faces that were processing what they just heard.

"I thought legendary Timothy was just a legend."

"And I thought he died five years ago."

"Fuck no, who did you hear that from?"

Mother pushed me, "Timothy, go have fun while I greet my other guests. Damon, watch him." Mother wasn't being all that subtle when she asked Damon to watch every move I make, I thought.

Damon walked to the staircase and I followed. And the people on it automatically scooted to the side, allowing the ruthless killer, me, to go up. I even stopped on a step, and then rotated my head robotically to the side to see little teenage boys and girls holding their breath. I glared at one of the boys who had a cigar in his mouth, and he promptly choked on it. We made it to the third floor of empty rooms and the party proceeded.

Damon then suddenly pulled me into a room, slammed the door shut, and shoved me against the pale wall. He looked at me once, and then devoured me.

He didn't learn his lesson, did he?

I bit the same spot again, but I had empathy for him this time, so I didn't bite too hard, but nevertheless still painful. He did not back off this time though, but he socked me in the stomach. I opened my mouth to utter a sound; wrong move. He shot his tongue into me and licked mine; he knew I would have chomped down his tongue, so he started tickling me. That was my worst enemy. I had to breathe, and I had to laugh, even though I was crying. When he stopped touching my waist, I still had to catch my breath, so he took his opportunity and snaked his hands down my jeans and gave both of my cheeks a warming grasp. My back straightened from the sensation, and even though I didn't want to, my prick enlarged, poking out of the slit of my boxer and pressing itself against the fly.

"Stop," I panted, "stop it."

"Stop resisting me, Tim. It hurts me."

He nudged his nose, almost in the exact same fashion as how Nate nudges my neck, and I melted. His chest pressed up against my chest; his body odor smelled like semen.

"Oh fuck." I snapped out of it and pushed him so hard he lost his balance and fell on the king sized bed.

"Why?"

He smelled too much like that night, the night he fucked me senseless, the night he got drunk, smelled like shit, and raped me after mother slipped a rookie into my soda.

"I have Nate already. I don't need you and I don't want you. You've already had your share of me, and you should move on. We could never be happy if we are together anyways, Damon."

I thought Damon was about to cry. I wiped away my tears, and walked slowly to the bed and sat next to him. I laid my head on his bulging shoulder and put my hand on top of his.

And I felt as if a heavy boulder was lifted off my shoulders.

"I forgive you, Damon."



The Dual of the Parallels Ch. 02



Only three short additions to the story for now, hope you guys enjoy!

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Chapter 1.7: The Fight

Someone politely knocked on the door, and then ruthlessly banged on it, and before I could open it, the door flew straight at me. I quickly jumped away and Damon caught me in his arms. The punks kicked the door open and walked in the room with their dicks in their hands. Girls hid outside the door frame to sneak a peek of the masculinity that filled the room. I nearly puked. The room smelled too much like teenagers and sex.

"Hey, Damon. And our... Timothy," Punk #1 greeted seductively.

"Get out. Before I break your neck," Damon threatened. But they continued to jack themselves off in front of us.

"Damon, our brother, we just want to meet the legend here. And get to know him, from head to toe," Punk #1 continued as he undressed me with his eyes.

I bit my bottom lip, getting emotionally ready for my act. I gently patted Damon's forearms and nodded at him confidently. With a deep and relieving sigh, I turned around with a kind smile on my face, but with evil intentions seeping out of the corners of my lips.

"At least tell me your name if you want me to recognize you," I smirked, tilting my head and rubbing my neck slowly.

"Name's Rick."

"Well well well, Rick, and what do you want me to do with that boner of yours? It looks very swollen and purple," I teased.

His body almost shook with anticipation. He thought I was going to touch him. Ignorant punks. He thrusted his hip at me, and he squeezed the base of his cock, wiggling it towards me. I pursed my lips and dragged myself across the carpet until his cock was within my reach... and his face too. To be honest, he doesn't look too bad, but his attitude just ruined my impression of him. I mean, who greets people with their dick in their hands? Am I suppose to shake it?

I swung the back of my hand across his face, hard. He dove to the side and smacked his head onto the wall. The two behind him shot their fists at me, but they were so slow. I grabbed Punk #2's fists and twisted with all my might and he screamed in agony after a sick crunch of his bones. I held on to his injured hand and punched Punk #3 in the nose. The guy was very dehydrated, I assumed. The blood that ran down was thick and discolored as he fell on his ass. I let go of my death grip and kicked #2 right in the stomach. That sent him flying out of the room.

Everyone clapped and cheered outside of the room. I turned to look at Damon, as if I was seeking for his approval.

"You're still very good with your games and all," he complimented.

His face suddenly turned serious again, and I sensed movement behind me. Rick recovered and charged at me, and when I spun around with my tactical knife in hand, sticking out next to my hip, he was in so much pain he couldn't even make a sound. He charged right into my blade, and my blade jabbed him right above his manhood.

No one made a noise. It was completely silent; the first time since my arrival. I let go of the handle and wrapped my arm around his head and pulled him close, "You don't do that Rick," I whispered into his pulsing ear, "It's not nice to play ambush you know."

He was in so much pain, and I kind of felt bad for him. But hey, at least I didn't chop his manhood off.

People rushed in to help Rick; that poor boy couldn't even stand up straight. That was when mother appeared and shook her head at me.

"Timothy, showing off your set of skills already... If you would have told me earlier, I would have arranged an arena for you, darling," mother spoke loudly.

Now, her back was facing me, looking at Rick. And I took my chance. I jumped towards her, with my elbow high in the air, ready to crack her skull. She promptly dropped her puddle, and blocked my elbow with one arm. She shifted her position, spun to my right with 4-inch high heels on, and kicked me in my waist with the wedge of her shoe. But not before I yanked her leg, and she fell down with me. And before I could even get up, she was already on her feet and she kneed me at the temple. How embarrassing.

"Timothy, my child, don't you forget who you learned your arts from. Me!" Mother pointed her thumb at her chest. She fixed her fake wig back to position and adjusted her heels while I tried my best to regain my consciousness. She walked up to Damon, and everyone gasped when she slapped Damon the same way I slapped the face of that punk.

"I told you to watch him!" I doubt any of these new children of hers has ever seen their Mother upset before. 

I guess her menopause is finally kicking in.

Chapter 1.8: The Past

"How's your friend, Tim Tim?" Nate and I were cuddling on the couch.

"Huh? Oh, he's still... recovering."

He kissed me on the forehead and I nudged my head into his neck. I swallowed hard. It is getting increasingly difficult to lie to Nate now. I gulped again, this time, making sure Nate notices.

"What's wrong baby?" Nate kissed my faded scar.

"I don't know. I've been asking questions to myself lately."

"Ask me then, I might have answers!" He sat himself up facing me and I leaned my side against the cushion. I couldn't bring my eyes to meet his. But he's really sweet. He caressed my chin with his thumb and lifted my head.

"Look at me Tim Tim."

I puppy-eyed Nate, but his stare was too strong. I immediately threw myself at him, intensely hugging and crying. His tank-top was probably soaked by the time I spoke again.

"Why... why do you love me?" The mucus in my nose made it hard to speak.

"Do I need a reason to?" Nate asked quickly.

"Do you?"

"Do I?"

"You don't even know me, Nate. You don't know me."

"I won't until you tell me about yourself."

"I..." I sobbed and rubbed my nose. Nate took off his tank-top and used it to wipe my tears away. His smooth bare chest warmed my cheek, and his cologne filled my senses.

"You have all the time I have Tim."

I licked my dry lips and swallowed again.

"I... I was bad." Nate chuckled. "When I was 18, I was recruited into a gang. And... I... I was... raped... by... one of my peers." Nate's playful expression turned serious. I looked into his eyes to see if I should continue. "The gang was... bad. The woman in charge, she was... bad." I choked on a laugh of my poor vocabulary. Nate pulled me even closer, until I was sweating because of the heat he was giving off. "She came back for me recently, Nate. I don't want to go back."

"You don't need to. I'll protect you Tim Tim."

"No, don't. She'll do you harm if I don't go."

"Tim Tim, don't forget that I'm a cop. Don't worry about me. I worried about you leaving me than me being dead."

"No! Please. Don't die!" I begged him.

"Tim Tim, calm down. No one will hurt me, and I won't let anyone hurt you." He kissed the tip of my nose; his dreamy face glowed in front of me.

"Kiss me," I demanded.

Our foreheads touched for a little more while before he leaned in and pecked my lips. He pecked again, and then again. And then I opened up for him. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth as I leaned back and rested my head against the armrest. He got on top of me and slid his arms under my back and dropped his heavy body on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him and we laid there for at least 15 minutes before he carried me to our room.

"You haven't fucked me for a few days now, Nate."

"Only if you want me to."

"I want you to."

Nate could tell I was neglecting my wants and needs, but I'm ready to satisfy his.

"Baby, all I want right now is to cuddle with you. Is that okay with you?"

I could only nod.

We stripped and threw the covers over us. His raging boner poked mine but he laughed it off while I was still trying to keep my tears at bay.

"Tim Tim," his fingertips caressed my chest to sooth my sorrow, "I have an interesting past too that I haven't told anybody."

"Yeah?" I swallowed again. Damn, I've been swallowing so many times tonight.

"You want to tell me about it?" I offered. And I'm not even over with my dilemmas yet.

"I am an only child," he began, "And at the age of 7, my parents divorced." He looked into my soul through my watery eyes. "I went to live with my mother after. I thought I would be very happy with her."

I would have thought that he would start tearing up too, but he looks so dead with the memories resurfacing in his head.

"One day...," he sniffed, "my mom went out to get some grocery, and I was at home alone. I was probably... 12. My mom was out for an hour or so when someone rang the door bell. I obviously didn't open the door." He softly chuckled. I try to put a smile on my face as he continued to look at me. "The phone rang, and through the voicemail, my dad told me to open the door. Once I opened the door, my mom looked really nervous with my dad behind her."

I touched along Nate's jawline and leaned in until our lips touched. A drop of tears rolled down Nate's cheek, and I kissed it away.

"My dad was holding a revolver in his hand. My mom then told me to go into my room and lock the door. It wasn't before long until another woman came into the apartment. Tim Tim, I would remember her voice for the rest of my life. She said, 'Bitch, I'll blast your head off!' and then I heard two shots fired."

I gasped, and then of course, swallowed.

"Someone called the police, and when they finally found me hiding in the closet, they sent me to my aunt's place. They didn't even tell me what had happened, but I knew that my parents..."

"Nate..." I couldn't keep it in any longer. I was violently shaking my head, "I'm sorry Nate. I'm sorry."

He hugged me harder, "No, not your fault."

"I didn't mean to make you sad."

"No, stop. You didn't. Don't do this to yourself. It's not your fault."

I sobbed and sniffed, until I fell asleep in Nate's arms.

Chapter 1.9: The Reward

I was still in Nate's embrace when I woke up. It was Saturday, the day I was suppose to kill again.

"Hi," I greeted Nate.

He smiled and gave me a kiss.

"I'm going to head out to my friend's again. Just to make sure everything's okay for him," I announced as I put the plate of breakfast in front of Nate. Nate patted his lap. I grinned widely at him, my puffy eyes still sore. I sat on his lap and fed him.

"You want to take me first before I leave?" I whispered in his ear, putting an evil smile on his face.

He stripped me and acting roughly as he pushed me against the bathroom tiles.

"Ou!" I squealed when he rubbed his dickhead against mine. I panted. My balls ached.

"Nate! Do it!"

Nate kneeled before me and rubbed the underside of my mushroom head with his thumb until my feet burned from the sensation.

"Fuck! Ahhh, keep going!" My whole body tensed up as he slid my length in and out of his hot, moist mouth. I gently massaged his temples as he sucked and blew, licked and swallowed.

"Nate, fuck me. Fuck me! Ahhhh..."

I pushed him onto the toilet seat and I bounced on top of him.
"Where's the lube?" he demanded.

"What lube?" I responded, and I jabbed my asshole down his angry cock.

All that came out of my throat were broken moans and groans, and Nate grabbed my ass to slow down the raw sensation.

"Fuck me dry Nate, fuck me until cum lubes your hard-on!"

I rode him up and down, fast and vigorously until he couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Tim Tim, get ready to be blasted!"

"Cum in me." I squeezed his nipples and licked his nose.

That was one of the most intense cum shooting I've ever felt in my life. My toes were all tingly, and my stomach all hot. The ribbons of Nate's man juice flooded my rectum. His arms held on to my fidgeting body as he recovers from his orgasm.

"Now it's your turn."

"Huh?" I was confused from all the heat.

Nate smeared some of the cum that escaped from my ass crack and lubed my cock with it. And then he stood up and threw my legs around his hip and he thrusted up and down again, leaning me against the glass shower door.

"Fuck! It's gonna break!"

One last slam into my prostate and I watered Nate's chest down with my own juice.

"Give me," Nate panted. And I scooped my love juice and smeared it on his lips. He fucking licked it with all the sexiness he had and smooched me. The cum pulled into thick strings as we parted away from each other.

"You're the greatest, Tim Tim."

"I know, I know..." I chuckled.

He held me in the same position, with his softening dick still inside me until all his cum dripped out of me. I felt lifeless when the last drop of semen ran out.

We showered, and when I left the house, my knees were still weak from that intense sex.



The Dual of the Parallels Ch. 03



I'm becoming less busy now, and I am determined to finish this story too! Hope you guys enjoy these additions of the story, this one's longer. Don't forget to vote! Thanks!

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Chapter 1.10 Kenneth

"Nice." Damon flattered, fixing the position of the black tactical suit that I was wearing.

The whole outfit felt new to me, but this was how I always wear to do my mission anyways.

"Tell me about the woman again, Damon."

Mother walked into the room, "She is a bitch. That's all you really need to know."

"How's your hip, mother?" I chuckled at the thought of our chicken fight.

"Never been better." She glared at me.

"Her name is Hailey Renee Forbes. Been a slut since 18. When mother personally invited one of our members to Hell, Forbes, being his girlfriend found out," Damon informed me.


"She escaped before I could send her to chase after her boyfriend," mother continued, "I want her in a million pieces, Timothy. She is planning to escape already, so if you fail to eliminate her..."

"I'll be sacrificed instead of her, I know," I cut mother off.

"Good! You're still as good as before, darling." She patted my shoulder and left the room.

Damon and I watched as she trotted away. We stared at each other and then burst out in laughter. I looked at myself again in the full-body mirror. I liked my look. Black boots, tight black and gray cargo leggings, a black tactical vest over a dry-fit t-shirt of the same color. And my gloves, my fingerless gloves that fitted me so well.

"I look so thin, so ill," I commented.

"I like it," Damon's words slipped. My gentle eyes lifted to meet his. He looked right back at me, but I broke the eye contact.

"So, where's my guns? You don't expect me to kill her with my knife right?"

"Actually...," Damon paused, "You're going to kill her by stabbing her 4 times in the chest, and 8 times in the stomach. No more, no less."

My eyes widened, "You guys..." I don't know why I was surprised.

"You guys killed the other victims."

"Yes," he replied cooly.

"What did they do?! What did the mother of two do that she deserves to be stuffed in a septic tank?!" I was practically yelling at Damon by now.

"She witnessed her husband being killed. Her husband was a traitor to our family."

"So what happened to the kids, huh?! Did mother generously adopted them to our family too?"

"Uncle Damon." 

I quickly turned around.

"Hey little Kenneth!" Damon crouched and opened his arms for a hug.

The little boy walked slowly and dropped himself into Damon.

"Who is this man Uncle Damon? He looks scary." He buried half of his face in Damon's chest, one eye looking up at me.

"That's Uncle Timothy, Kenneth. Why are you here?"

"He was yelling and I couldn't go to sleep."

I kneeled in front of the two with a nice smile and apologized. He finally smiled at me.

"How old are you Kenneth?"

"Seven."

I looked at Damon in terror, and mouthed, "Mother of two?!" I remembered that the two kids were age 5 and 7.

Damon fell on his ass and laughed, but I was still troubled. He finally stopped and shouted, "Of course not!"

Mother was back into the room and she literally danced as she found Kenneth sandwiched between Damon and I.

"Where's Kenneth? Where's my little grandson?" Mother sounded so childish, but at the same time spine-chilling. It's my first time to hear her speak with such care and such genuine.

"Here! Here!" Kenneth jumped with both arms waving in the air.

Kenneth ran into mother's arms as I help Damon get back on his feet.

"Why are you still here, darling? She's leaving at 4." Her sudden change of tone shocked Kenneth and I.

"Grandma, where's Uncle Tim going?"

Mother smooched Kenneth on the cheek, "Uncle Tim is busy. He has to leave now." She directed that at me.

"I'll come back to play with you Kenneth," I nodded at the child.

"Come back soon!" He reminded me.

I pursed my lips, and I nodded.

He'll be my only reason to come back.

Chapter 1.11: The Prostitute

The door of Hailey Forbes' apartment was scribbled with boobs and penises.

"Hot ass!" The bottom corner of the door said, and next to it looked like someone's jizz stain.

I pull on an orange sweater to hide all my killer scent and rang the doorbell.

No one answered.

I rang it again.

Still no one.

I banged on the door, "Hey miss! You still doing business? Heard about you all the way from Canada!"

Someone behind the door unlocked it and Forbes cautiously stuck her head out, obviously relieved that I wasn't mother or anyone she recognized. Her strip of hair dyed red hang down her left eye; she was probably hiding her bruised face.

"Sorry pal, I caught a cold. Don't want to spread disease."

"I insist. I need it now!" Saying that made me felt so uncomfortable. It felt like I was cheating on Nate.

"Sorry dude, I am really sick."

She tried to close the door on me, but I slipped my boot in, and I put on a sorrowful smile.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, and kicked the door wide open. The door smacked against her forehead, knocking her to the carpet. I slammed the door shut and she screamed and crawled away from me on all fours into her room. There was no window, no escape, no one to hear her call for help. I cornered her and her face was washing with tears.

"Please," her pleading all broken and choked, "don't kill me. I don't mean to."

I pulled out my utility knife.

"Please!" She screamed at the sight of my dull weapon. "I'll do anything! You can fuck the hell out of me. Please, don't!"

"Sorry lady."

"No! Don't! Please!"

And I lunged at her.

Her screaming still echoed in my ears. At least she stopped screaming. Her body froze in place, and her eyes were still wide open. I looked right into her fear-soaked eyes.

Mother would not be happy about this.

Chapter 1.12 The Aftermath

Nate whistled as he drove us back home from a wine festival, and of course, I was the only one who wine-tasted. I hope kissing him after I drank won't get him in trouble.

About the public display of affection, I've became more open after what I did a few months back with Hailey Forbes. I might lose Nate anytime now, and if he ever finds out, I would have to break his heart.

"So you like white or red more?" Nate held my hand up to his face and kissed it.

"I like both. White is nice for just celebration. Red is nice with food, and especially with chicken."

"Chicken?" He acted offended, "Shouldn't it be steak?"

"Steak's good too."

He looked at me looking out the window, dreaming.

"The sky's so blue today. No clouds." I brushed my hair aside with my fingers.

Nate saw the pleasure glowing on my face, and then he suddenly cut into the right lane, and turned at the light.

"Where are we going?"

"It's such a nice day, I want to spend more time outdoors. Is that okay for you?"

I nodded.

We slowly paced down the walking path of the giant fountain park, holding hands. We sometimes caught each other staring and we would just giggle. 

The water mist came over us, just like the time when mother and I met a few months back. But this feeling is entirely different. I wasn't on my toes, and I wasn't vulnerable. I was in deep love. I thought to myself, do I deserve this? I've been on the dark side for so many years, and Nate treats me way too well, I definitely do not deserve this kind of treatment. Nate doesn't deserve me!

"What are you thinking about?" Nate shoved me playfully.

"You." I was being brutally honest.

"What about me?" He led us to an empty bench.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Those 'why' questions."

"You don't need to ask them," he tenderly pressed my head to his shoulder.

I only let out a sigh and closed my eyes.

The images immediately ran threw my head like a slideshow.

"Please!"

"Sorry lady!"

"Please! Don't kill me! I won't say a word! Tell her! I won't! Please!"

"What did you hear?"

"I heard nothing! Nothing! Really!"

"Last words?" I asked, ready to make my move.

She nodded and shook, truly confused and frightened.

And I lunged at her with my utility knife aimed at her chest. She screamed and then held her breath, her eyes closed.

It was a full minute before she spiritlessly opened her swollen eyes.

A pillow, stabbed between me and her, held in my other hand.

"Listen carefully." I grabbed her bare shoulder. 

"Get out of here as soon as you can after I leave. Do not pack, but wear something so people can't recognize you. Meaning, not slutty."

She couldn't believe she wasn't dead. I mean, I couldn't believe that she wasn't dead.

"Don't," I emphasized, "ever come back."

Mother even praised me as I described how I drew on her pretty face after I stabbed her. I said it would be hard for the cops to know identify her even if they find the body.

"Don't worry mother. They'll never find her body."

When I woke up, the sun was already set. Nate sat quietly, enjoying the kids running around in front of us.

"You like kids, Nate?"

"I do, a lot actually. But I enjoy the time with only the two of us."

"I think you'll be a great..." My phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Uncle Tim."

"Hey, Kenneth. What's up?"

"When are you going to play with me? I miss you."

"I miss you too Kenneth."

"Uncle Damon said that you should come over more often. He misses you too." I almost blushed.

I could hear Damon talking next to Kenneth.

"I'll try my best."

"Maybe tonight?"

"Tonight? I'm busy tonight." I eyed Nate, but he mouthed 'go'. "How about tomorrow night?"

"Okay." Kenneth dragged the word for a few seconds.

"See you tomorrow then!"

"Your little nephew?"

"Yeah. I have plans for tonight."

"Oh, really?" He looked surprised. "And what kind of plans do you have in mind?"

I almost jumped on top of him the moment the door closed. He acted like a wild beast too. First ripping my shirt off, second my belt, third my boxers. 

He was still fully dressed when I was all bare and beautiful to look at. We calmed down just a little before I pulled his tie and he dropped his weight on me. Our mouths almost touched as I teased him a little.

"You look wonderful tonight." Nate caressed my face.

"Stop it," I waved the compliment off playfully.

"You do. For real. When have I ever lied to you?"

I thought for a second, "The time when you said you would wait for me to fuck, but then you jacked yourself off watching porn."

"Oh come on. I was horny as fuck. Do I get a second chance?"

"You get one tonight. I won't ever talk about it again if you fuck me nice and hard tonight."

He didn't waste anytime. He slipped off his jeans, pulled off his shirt and tie in one move, and slammed his hard-on into me. I didn't even have time to scream; he was pumping fast and right to the spot with every thrust.

I yelped when he slapped one of my ass cheeks and thrusted and pumped.

"Yeah? You like it? You like it fast and rough? Fuck..." He started to talk dirty to me.

I moaned.

"Fuck... You're still so tight. Like the first time I flipped you on my bed and..." He grunted.

"You're gonna make me cum, Nate. Mmmmmmmm."

"Fuck! Aw shit. Come all over. Make the bedsheets smell like you. Spray all over the pillow so I smell you until I fall asleep every night."

He grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed while I rubbed my mushroom head off.

"Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, Nate, I'm... gonna..."

He let go of the cock. And my long-due cum plunged violently out of my piss hole, across my chest, my shoulder, and landed right into my opened mouth. Naturally, I swallowed it. 

And Nate lost it. His jizz shot out into my bowel like a cannon, making me squeeze out even more cum of my own. Load after load, his spunk clung deep in me.

He was sweating so much his sweat dripped down to the pool of cum on my tummy. And then he lowered his head like a deer and stuck his tongue out to lick my spunk into his mouth. 

Man, he was showing me how much he savors the taste of my jizz. It was hot. He let out a delicious cry before laying on top of me, my cum staining our chests. I wrapped my arms around him, loving his weight on me, his cock still in me.

We fell asleep with the musky scent surrounding us.

Chapter 1.13 The Story

Nate was setting the plates when I saw him in the morning. There was something unusual about him today, though. His cologne? His hair?

"Good morning Captain Young." I went behind and hugged him, my smooth chest rubbing against his muscular back.

He leaned in and kissed my cheek.

"You look a bit... unhappy today? Did I do something wrong?"

He almost dropped the plate he was holding, "No!" He turned to face me and combed my hair with his fingers. "You didn't do anything wrong."

He let out a deep, sorrowful sigh before looking at me right in the eye, "My parents died today 18 years ago."

My heart almost stopped. I tried to say something to comfort him, but, I didn't know what to say. Instead, I leaned in a planted a warm, dry kiss on his lips. 

The tips of our noses touched as my forehead touched his. He, on the other hand, didn't make a single move. Not a single tear dropped. Not a twitch on his face. We stood there silently until I asked to visit his parents.

The lawn is very grassy and breezy. When we found their tombstone, I carefully placed the flowers in front and stood silently next to Nate with my arm in his.

"Mom, dad, this is Tim Tim. He's a doctor. And my partner."

I nodded with tears in my eyes as I stared at the picture of the lovely couple.

"I'm taking a good care of him, mom, dad, and he's been doing a really good job cleaning the house and making food."

I choked a short laugh out and nudged him playfully. "Nate's mom and dad, your kid is a good kid. I love him very much. I hope you like the flowers."

"They'll love the stargazer lilies."

It'll take another 15 minutes to walk back to our car, so instead, Nate and I peacefully and slowly walked across the lawn. I know he wanted to talk about it.

"My parents, before they separated, used to be a very loving couple. I remember dad kissing mom everyday when he got back home. I would sit in the kitchen and dad would help me with my homework."

"I can tell your dad must be a huge role model for you."

"Mhmmm, he taught me how to swim, play piano..."

"You play piano?" I tried to neutralize the atmosphere.

"Yeah, I suck now," he paused, "And... my mom, she's a beautiful lady. Long jet black hair, curly at the ends. My dad and I loved to smell her hair."

"What are your parents' names?"

"Calvin and Diane."

"How about your parents, Tim Tim?"

"I... don't remember. I was probably 5 when they suddenly left me. My aunt allowed me to stay at her place, but she was killed in a car accident when I was 16. I had no where to go, so I joined the gang. I didn't do much though," I lied, "I ate and slept, maybe cleaned the hideout once in a while." 

I laughed at the laziness.

"Your story sounds worse than mine."

I stopped my walking and held onto Nate's hands, "Nate, my story is not worse than yours. In fact, no one's history should be compared to each other's. There are two types of people, either they suck it up and move on, or they can let themselves be stuck in the past. It's all about the attitude."

"Wow Tim Tim, you surprised me for a sec."

I lifted my chin at him with a grin, "I sound so mature, right?"

He held my chin back down with his fingers and kissed my nose.

"You mind me asking a question?" I asked when we got into our car.

"I'll answer if it's a dirty question," he flashed a horny grin at me.

"Did you find out who did it?" Everything around us turned dark; the sun hid behind the gray clouds.

"No. Not yet."

"Nate," I massaged his tensed shoulder, "You will. I promise."

Chapter 1.14 The Flashback

My vision blurred, and my head was spinning. Fuck, who slipped a pill in my drink?

"Tim Tim," I faintly heard, "fuck, you are hot. I want you so bad, you know that?" This guy was gripping my wrists so hard and strong; he pushed me against a wall and started violating me.

"No," I got really sleepy, "Please... Damon."

"Ahhhhhhhh!" I shot straight up on our bed. Nate quickly turned on the lights and touched me. I turned and buried my face in his chest, breathing heavily.

"It's okay Tim, just a nightmare."

"No, no it's not. No. Nate, don't ever leave me."

"Why would I leave you? You're mine, no one can take you away from me."

He stroked my cheek and brought me down to bed again, my head resting on top of his armpit. He placed his one leg across my hip and pulled me in even closer, until I could smell the dried cum on his broad shoulder. And I fell asleep again.

I moaned as he grinded his cock against my ass crack. I couldn't control my movements. I was very impaired. Suddenly, this sharp pain travelled across my body. 

"Fuck!" he yelled. He lowered his defined chest and laid it on top of my back and he thrusted and thrusted. I couldn't scream; his hands covered my crying mouth as he slammed into me hard and fast. He popped my cherry without my consensus. And all I could do was helplessly cried and suck up the burning pain.

"You're mine. You're mine. I'll fuck you until my cum drips out of your round ass." His sinister laughter ended when Nate woke me up.

"Tim? Tim Tim."

"Nate." I rubbed my eyes.

"You were screaming. I couldn't bear seeing you in pain anymore so I woke you up."

"Thanks."

We showered together. As usual, he made out with me, sandwiching me between him and the tiles. The warm water sprayed on us as our bodies touched and reacted. His sensual words and whispers relaxed me from my nightmare. I tilted my head and he sucked on my neck, marking me as his. 

My knees grew weak when he fingered me with his spit; he carefully watched my reaction on my face and licked his lips seductively at me. I gasped as he took my breath away. This man, I am his. I belong to him. Every kiss, every embrace, every touch, every breath of mine, it's all his... And I love it.

"I promised my nephew that I'm going to visit today."

"You were supposed to be playing with him and not having fun with me yesterday night."

"Weren't you glad?" I chuckled.

"My boner is very satisfied," he leaned in for a kiss, "I'll be at work. Call me when you eat lunch."

I rang the door bell, hoping Kenneth would be the one opening the door. Instead, mother stared straight into my soul when she stood in front of me.

"Mother."

"Timothy."

We stood for a few more seconds before Kenneth ran at me.

"Uncle Tim!" He screamed on top of his lungs, and jumped. I caught him midair and spun him around.

"Come in," mother commanded.

The house wasn't all trashed and smoky like last time. It was bright and beautiful, magnificent in all the ways.

"I'll call when lunch is ready." And mother walked out of the lobby.

Kenneth pulled my jacket, "Uncle Tim! Uncle Damon is upstairs. We can play family."

I burst out in laughter, "Family? I bought a box of Lego for you. We could build a castle."

"But I want to play family."

"Okay okay."

"I am the son, and Uncle Damon is daddy. Uncle Tim, you are the mommy."

What the fuck.

He led me to his room on the fourth floor, where Damon was half naked sitting with a Barbie doll in his hands. I raised my eyebrows when he saw me looking at him like he was retarded. He promptly chucked the doll across the room and Kenneth screamed.


"Uncle Damon! Barbie is hurt. Why did you throw her away? She's lonely. Like me."

That melted my heart.

"Sorry Kenneth." Damon got up and stood an inch away from my nose, "Hi."

His cologne was stronger than usual.

Kenneth poked me to get my attention again, "Uncle Tim, since you're the mommy, that means you'll have to kiss Uncle Damon!" And he giggled at the thought and ran out the room, shutting the door behind him.




The Dual of the Parallels Ch. 04



Hey guys,

Here are two short additions to the story, and I hope this will temporary satisfy the wait. Please comment and suggest how this story should continue on. I have ideas, but I was to see other perspectives as well. Don't forget to vote! Your support is my only source of motivation to continue on with this story!

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Chapter 2.2 The Explanation

I waited quietly across his house behind a tree until Nate drove into his garage. But he didn't turn on the lights; he's probably really tired of all the shit that's happening.

I rushed across the street and skillfully jumped over the fence without making a sound.

I waited, listening for movements.

This was so much harder to do than leaving Nate, having to confront him any moment now. I choked with fear as I exhaled. What if he doesn't trust me after all?

I slowly slid the glass door to enter; Nate always has his glass door unlocked.

And when I took a few steps into the house, Nate tackled me to the carpet.

"What are you doing here?!" He sounded calm, but rage inside of him burned my heart.

"I missed you," I confessed, still pinned on the ground.

He slammed my wrists to the carpet, and I opened my mouth to let out a painful whimper. He took this opportunity and seized my thoughts with a soul-sucking kiss. He let go of my arms and cupped my cheeks, and rubbed his trapped hard-on against mine. We had to break our kiss to catch our breath.

"Nate, I..."

"Shhhhh," he hushed, "I don't need explanations. I trust you. I want you to be safe, but my house... You have to leave now."

"Nate, please, at least let me stay for the night. I need you to be by my side."

"I need you too baby. You have no idea how cold it was sleeping without you."

I let out a relieving laugh.

He led me back to our room and closed the door.

"Kiss me," I begged.

He pushed me onto the bed, and pounced on top of me. His eyes were red from all the work; I thumbed the dark skin underneath his eyes.

He lowered his head and his lips hovered over mine, teasing me.

"Please, Nate. Please."

Nate gently pecked me on the lips. Again. And then again. Each time he pulls away, my heart thumped nervously.

I sucked in his scent, relieving me from all my worries. And I fell deep asleep.

The scent of Nate disappeared long ago when I woke up. It was replaced with the smell of rusting chains and air freshener. My eyes were barely openable and the lights flooded my eyes. Fuck, I was drugged. Was it Nate?

The door opened and Nate's boss walked in with his team. I was chained to the bed, shirtless. The grandpa smiled at me like a pedophile and sat next to me.

"Now be a good boy and tell me everything."

"Where's Nate?" I have calmed myself down.

"Why do you want to know? He's the one who brought you here."

I was caught off guard, even though I know that might have happened.

"He wouldn't do that," I lied to myself.

"He's a police officer, and he would do anything to catch a criminal. That includes sleeping with him."

I was enraged. I pulled the chains really hard and struggled, but I kicked the old bastard off the bed. One of them pointed his pistol at me while the other helped the old man up.

The old man just looked at me with a wicked grin and waved the others out of the room. When the door closed, he leaned really close to me.

"Mother would love to see your reaction when she tortures Nate in front of you."

I instantly froze inside out.

"Nate is such a nice looking fella. It would be a waste if she gives him a cut here," he drew a line on my face, "and here", and another line across my cheek, "and here..." and a final line down my faded scar.

My breath accelerated rapidly. I could barely hold myself up. I choked, "Tell mother," I gulped, "if she touches Nate, I'll fry her alive as I pluck her hair out one by one and make her eat it." My eyes were so wide and wild the old man scooted a little out of fear.

There was a series of loud bangs on the door. Through the squared window, Nate was eager to get in.

The old man chuckled and gave me a punch on my biceps. He opened the door and left as Nate rushed in and kneeled next to the bed.

"Tim Tim, I... I... I don't know what happened. I woke up in my room and I found out you were arrested."

I frowned and looked at the metal cuffs around my wrists.

"Tim Tim, talk to me. I didn't call or anything. I..."

"It's okay," I cut him off.

There was a long pause before he started speaking again. A gentle breeze filled my heart and soul; I feel very light and very relieved.

"Tim, I was setup."

"Nate, I think it's time for me to explain. It's time for you to know who I really am."

Nate looked completely upset. I have never seen him like this before. My hands slowly covered his and I gave them a squeeze, filling him with courage. And I told him my real story.

Every little detail. About the murders. About Mother. About Damon. And about Kenneth.

"I'm sorry, Nate."

He stared at me without twitching an eyelid.

"We are done, Nate. You and I. We don't belong to the same world. You're the cop, I'm the robber. We can't. We can't."

My words crashed into him like a bowling ball to his brain.

Our relationship will never be the same again.

Chapter 2.3 In Deep Trouble

The room was horribly dark and humid, and I could hear rats scratching inside the walls. I couldn't go to sleep. I just couldn't. Who would be able to anyways when you are restricted from seeing your boyfriend who might be outside, sitting against the cold door?

"Nate..." I whispered. I don't actually know if he's really outside or not.

And I cried myself to sleep.

"Tim," Damon covered his hands over mine and held up the gun in my hands, "you hold it like this, aim, and fire."

The heat of his body shot through my back each time he pulled the trigger, sending dozens of birds flying in the air. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of my face; Damon must have seen it and rubbed his face against mine. The water made our faces rub smoothly. That electrical current sparked a fever in me. He was too close. Too close.

He whispered in my ear, "You got it?" I could smell his breath, a fruity scent from his gum. I could only nod since words aren't coming out of my mouth.

"How are you boys doing?" mother stood behind us, a grin on her beautiful young face.

"I'm training Tim. He's doing great, mother." Damon replied, smiling from ear to ear.

"Yeah," I managed to spit out.

"Boys, you two are going to be the pillar of this family. I see potential in you two. You're gonna have bright futures, make lots of money, have all the girls you want."

Damon looked back at me when mother mentioned girls. And I gently lifted my eyes to his. Then mother realized something in us. And then she turned to leave us alone. It got really quiet, and I was breathing hard by each second. Damon's gaze was like Hell.

He walked closer... and closer... until a tree stopped me from stumbling back. His bulky chest pushed against my lean body.

"Tim."

I could feel his heartbeat, each one pounded harder and louder than the previous.

"I like you, Tim." He brushed my hair to the side and kissed my forehead.

I felt terribly dizzy by then, was it the heat?

"Say something, Tim. Please."

I bit my bottom lip, and let out a gentle moan.

"Fuck..."

His hands trailed down until he outlined my dick through my thin shorts.

"Don't break our eye contact, Tim."

He pulled the waistband of both my shorts and underwear, and a cold wind stirred up my rod. It's so hard to not close my eyes.

Damon clawed on my shorts as my dick grew hard and jumped to brush over his fingers. That hot and unexpected sensation made my knees buckle, but he caught me.

Two gunshots were fired from a distance.

"Lunchtime," Damon mumbled as he bit my ear softly.

Another two gunshots were fired from a distance.

Wait.

And another two.

And a loud explosion.

The metal door busted open. Smoke fogged the room as more gunshots were fired.

"Tim Tim." Damon rushed in with a set of keys in his hand, "Come on." He threw my handcuffs to the side and grabbed my wrist. He yanked me out of the room before I could say anything.

The police station was a mess. Cops were running around with their shotguns, but our family members were a lot quicker and skilled. Damon has shot down at least three cops; I wished he hadn't. The sprinklers went off and everyone was blinded for a second. And then the guns continued to blast.

"Help! Help!" Innocent people cried out and screamed, hiding under their seats. Damon pushed me behind a wall and covered my mouth with his wet hands.

"Go find Nate, Tim. Leave with him. Don't ever come back." I saw tears forming in his eyes. "Go!" He pushed me to the entrance of the station. Everyone was dead in the lobby. My head screamed.

This is all my fault.

The fluorescent tubes sparked as I headed out of the shattered glass doors. And if it weren't for the shards, I wouldn't have seen a red laser traveling on the cement, and then landed at my heart.

Fuck.

I jumped back into the lobby as the sniper blasted and cracked a ceramic floor tile. Shards cut through my forearm and I laid there, behind the desk.

That was not a cop, that was mother's people. She knew Damon would rescue me, and she wants me dead. The family was divided.

Another set of enforcement came in through the lobby. SWAT team.

"All snipers are down, sir."

"Good, shoot at will when we enter into the area."

"Yes sir!" They all said in unison.

No! Damon! Please don't die!

As soon as the team disappeared into the hallway. I rushed out and hid behind a plant box. News reporters were dead on the road. Parents were screaming for help, holding their bleeding children in their shaking arms. No, this shouldn't be how it's going to end.

This is all my fault. All my fault!

I couldn't stop myself from shaking. It was like having a seizure. I couldn't even stand up.

Something blew up inside the building.

A fire broke out.

A body flew out.

This is too much for me. Someone kill me!

This is the first time I was genuinely scared for my life. Everything is breaking apart!

My vision blurred, and I thought I had begun hallucinating. Someone was calling my name.

"Tim Tim! Tim Tim! Timothy!" It sounded like Nate.

I almost fainted from high blood pressure and low blood sugar.

"Tim! Where are you?!"

"Over here." I mouthed. The sound of Nate's voice strengthened me. I helped myself up, leaning heavily against plant box. Nate waved at me as soon as he spotted me.

I stumbled down the flights of stairs and he bear hugged me when we touched in the middle of the street.

"Tim, we're getting out of here. We're not coming back here ever again."

"Nate," I sobbed, "let's go."

I wasn't supposed to have the kind of strength needed to push Nate away, but when I saw, in the corner of my eye, a vehicle coming towards us in lightning speed, I gathered all my might and gave him a heart-ripping push.

He landed on the concrete, safe from harm.

The windshield cracked into spider webs when my skull smashed into it. I rolled sideways on top of the car and crushed my bones when my head hit my forearm instead of the hard asphalt.

And all things sounded quiet and wonderful as I took a final glimpse of Nate.

I love you, Nate...



The Dual of the Parallels Ch. 05



Chapter 2.4 The Wait

"Tim!"

I heard Nate collapse next to me and pulled my motionless body into his warm chest. I couldn't feel like fingers. It was all numb and paralyzed.

"Someone help! Call the ambulance!"

And then I totally slipped into a coma... 

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"Tim!" I shook violently as I witnessed my lover fly over the car and smash into the road. My legs shook as well as I jumped right next to Tim on my knees. I scooped him into my arms; his arm with tiny glass shards pierced through. Blood pumped out and stained my hands.

"Someone help! Call the ambulance!"

His body slowly turned cold in my arms; I could feel each drop of degree.

"Tim, there's so much I want to tell you. Don't die. Please."

Another explosion blasted through the lobby and I shielded Tim with my body.

There was a painful sting on my back, but I ignored it. Right now, it's all about Tim Tim.

More and more officers and paramedics arrived; why were they so delayed?

One of them placed an oxygen mask over Tim Tim's mouth and took care of him into the vehicle. And before the vehicle drove away, another blast from the inside of the building happened when I shut the doors.

"We need to operate on him immediately. Are you his family member? We need you to sign a contract."

"Yes yes yes. I'm his only relative, I'm his boyfriend," I was nervous as hell, "I'll sign it. Just save him!"

"We'll do our best."

I signed the paper and watched as the nurses pushed Tim Tim into the operating theater. I didn't want to let go of his hands. I never did. My eyes swelled with tears and anger as the red light turned on.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuckin' shit!" I yelled across the bright hall. I slammed my fists on the wall and weeped like I was a three-year-old. My body sunk and leaned against the corner with my knees to my face.

"Why Tim? Why?" I choked.

My team found me an hour later at the same exact position. They carried me to the bench and comforted me. Nothing will comfort me other than the news of Tim being alive.

"The station is no more. Gran and Rainen, they..." Officer Andrews shook his head, "they didn't make it."

"It was chaotic. It was Hell!"

"Those people, who are they?!" The rookie slammed and kicked the plastic chairs. 

Just then, a nurse walked out of the theater with blood-soaked gloves. I nearly attacked the nurse.

"The patient is experiencing a severe brain hemorrhage. We are getting blood supplies right now, but it doesn't look good as of now. We are doing everything we could, but please be prepared." And she hurried away.

There was a sudden lack of oxygen in the hallway. I couldn't believe what I've just heard. A hemorrhage... blood in the brain. Tim. No. No... They supported me with their arms, but I fainted like a cop first day on duty.

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"Nate, Nate wake up... Wake up, you lazy bum. When are you going to take me out for dinner?"

"Tim?"

"Nate! Come on!"

Tim Tim sat on the edge of the hospital bed in his hospital gown. It was the type that has his ass exposed to the cold air. He tilted his head and smirked at me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, but I didn't say a word.

He touched my forehead with the back of his hand, "You're not sick, are you?"

I couldn't help it. My tears released and I pounced at him. I hugged him and kissed him and touched him everywhere.

"I miss you Tim Tim. Don't leave me. Don't leave me ever again, you hear me?!" I demanded.

He groaned and jerked; I thought the bear hug bruised him and I looked at him. I cupped his soft rosy cheeks.

"Did I hurt you?"

He shook his head.

I smiled, relieved, and petted his hair.

Though when I looked at my hands, blood stained my hands again. Blood dripped down Tim Tim's face, but he was still smiling.

"What's wrong?" he even asked.

I shot up and the plastic chair tipped over. I looked at my blood-soaked hairs with my widened eyes. No. Tim Tim.

"NOOOOOOOO!" I jumped out of my seat. I panted for a while before I realized I was dreaming.

"No," I whispered softly, "no." I covered my face with my hands and crouched in front of the operating room. The red light was still on.

Andrews squeezed my shoulders and rubbed my back, "Ahhhh... my back." I reached for it.

"Dude! You have a piece of metal stuck to your back!"

"Must have been from the explosion. It's okay."

"I'll get you a nurse."

"Wait..."

And the red light turned off.

"Tim."

A pair of doctors came out first, "Who's the relative of Timothy Chang?"

"I am! I am!" I screamed on top of my lungs, "How is he?"

My team surrounded me, ready to either sigh with relieve or give condolences.

"He is alive."

"Yes!"

"But due to blood loss and the trauma, I cannot give an exact time that he will wake up."

My excitement faded away for a second, "You mean, he's in a coma?"

"Yes, he is very weak physically, but he was very strong-willed. His heart stopped a couple of times during the 16-hour operation, but he was revived every time when it seemed impossible."

"Thank you doctors."

"He'll be in Intensive Care. And once the nurse have finished their tasks, you'll be able to talk to him."

"Thank you. Thank you! Thank you so much!"

The doctors nodded and Tim Tim was pushed out of the room.

Tim. His lips were so pale. His face looked matte. He thinned out within 16 hours. I could see his jawline, my first time seeing it in a very sickening view. I took his hand into mine again.

"Sir, he'll be in room 64. Please give us 15 minutes and you'll be able to interact with the patient when you are suited with protective gears to prevent any infections."

I took a long and deep breath before letting go of Tim again.

Chapter 2.5 The Consequences

The car that hit Tim was not a coincidence. It was all planned. Someone wanted Tim Tim dead.

My boss disappeared after the attack, and 38 bodies were found in the building. Some were our people, others are still being identified.

"Captain, I think you should take a break. To take care of Doctor Chang."

"I will, but first, I need to clean up this mess. And find out who's behind all this!" I slammed my fist on my desk.

Whoever's left in my team was relocated again. This time, to the central headquarter. The head established a new division and he chose me to be the head to investigate the incident. It has been three months since Tim Tim was hit, and still no signs of him waking up. Every day, I would go and hold his hand and kiss him as the heart rate monitor beeps healthily.

"Tim Tim, when you regain your consciousness again, I'll take you around the world. We'll forget everything in the past. We'll be free together, just you and me. No one will want you dead. You will not have to do anything that's against your standards..." I sniffed and held in my tears. My nose turned sour just thinking about Tim sleeping peacefully in front of me.

There was a knock and the doctor stepped in, "Hi, Captain Young, just a regular check-up."

I got out of my chair and stood aside.

"Keep talking to him Captain. He's listening. I'm sure of it."

"I am."

"I have a feeling that he's gonna be up soon."

"You think so?"

"Yeah! Doctor Chang is a strong, and nice, and charismatic. Good guys like him will do fine." The doctor patted my shoulder, "I'll come back again at 5 to check on him again. He's doing very well as of now."

"Thank you," I mouthed.

Just as the doctor stepped out of the door, he turned to me again, "A guy visited earlier today when I was doing my morning check up on Doctor Chang today. He said he is Doctor Chang's older brother. His left cheek was covered with gauze, looked like some kind of a burn wound."

I nearly fell off my chair.

"Thanks for the notice doc."

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"Captain Young." A mysterious figure leaned against my bedroom door frame.

I immediately drew out my gun and pointed at the shadow. It was clearly not Tim Tim.

"I'm here to discuss about Tim Tim's situation. I'm his older brother. I'm Damon." He stuck out his hands.

I slowly withdrew my gun back into my holster, but I didn't return the shake, "What do you want?"

"I will get him out of there tomorrow. I need you to take him somewhere safe. I don't care where, just don't ever come back."

"You what?! You won't be able to get him out of there. You'll only get yourself killed and hurt Tim as well." I blitzed at him and pushed him into the bedroom.

"That's the only way out! There are people in the station that works for mother. The longer he stays there, the more dangerous it gets."

"Mother?"

"Our head. The woman who dragged him into this chaos. Tim didn't kill a target who was supposed to be killed, and as a consequence, he's getting killed."

"Forbes. The prostitute."

"It was either to take the mission, or to see his boyfriend tortured to death in front of him. He loved you, Captain Young. I even tried to rape him and he only called your name."

"You're the one who raped Tim Tim?!" I threw my fist across his face. He crashed into my closet door; and took him by his collar and threw another punch into his guts. He coughed and laughed.

"What's so funny?" my voice became husky and choked.

"I think I finally get why Tim chose you over me."

"Yeah? Why?" I released him from my grip.

"He likes it rough." I swear he winked at me.

"Fuck you," I inhaled, "he loves it when I screw him nice and easy."

Damon broke out a painful laughter. I placed my hands on my hips and watched him tough out the pain.

"Want some ice?"

"That'll be nice."

We sat across from each other at the table. I handed him a beer, and he gladly accepted it.

"Tomorrow. I need you to be ready to grab him near the front entrance of the station. It's gonna be messy alright, but I'm gonna do anything to save him."

"I still highly recommend you not to because we are heavily armed and secured."

"Captain Nate," he stared dead straight right into my eyes, "you have no idea what we are capable of."

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So he's still alive. That's... a good news, I guess.

"So Damon visited you this morning. You two must have a very deep relationship before you met me. Tim Tim, to be honest, I'm a bit jealous of Damon. I could see it in his eyes how deep he is in love with you. That sorrow in his eyes, you really hurt him there." I stroked Tim's soft hands.

"I stay for the night Tim. I have a day off tomorrow." I planted a kiss on his cracked lips, "I miss your passionate kisses, Tim. Wake up for me."

The doctors came by again, and then I got some hospital meal to fill my stomach. The food was horrible, but I wasn't in a really good mood for food anyways.

I gathered all the pillows and jammed them into a mattress on the window seat.

"Good night Tim. I'll see you in the morning." I covered myself with a thin blanket and closed my tired black eyes.

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A knock woke me up the next morning. The doctor came in and greeted me as I jumped off the pillows.

"We have more pillows if you need them."

"Ah, thanks for..." I thought I was dreaming.

As I glanced over Tim's face, his eyelids suddenly twitched. I yelled and pointed at him, "His eyes moved! His eyes moved!" The doctor immediately checked.

"Captain Young, I think he'll be awake within the next hour. Be prepared. I'll be right back."

"Tim Tim," I kneeled in front of the bed; I grasped his hand too hard.

Silently, I could hear him moan due to the pain, but I was too excited to aware of my grip on him. His eyes slowly opened to adjust to the brightness for several minutes. When he could finally open his eyes completely, he tilted his head to me, "Where am I?" I could barely hear him.

"Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital. Tim," I cried tears of joy, "you're finally back. I miss you so much."

"Who... who are you?"

I thought I heard wrong.

"Who," he gulped, "who are you?"

This time, although a whisper, was loud and clear to me.

"Tim... I'm Nate!"

Chapter 2.6 The Reintroduction

My head ached. My whole body ached. And my hand ached, especially when that stranger gripped my hand so tightly.

"Who are you?" I could barely make a sound.

"I'm Nate, Tim. Nate Young. Please don't scare me, Tim. It's not funny."

He was crying his eyes out as I watched his weird expressions on his face. He seemed really happy, but shocked.

Do I know him? He seemed really familiar, but I couldn't recall.

"Tim! Timothy Chang! I'm Nate. Captain. Nate Young!"

"I'm... Tim?" I took a deep breath.

"Yes!" he yelled at me.

A person in a white lab coat walked into the room, "Doctor Chang, Captain Young had waited for three months now. Welcome back."

I smiled, but it only added to the confusion.

"He's not remembering anything, doc. Is it gonna go away?" the handsome man asked the doctor.

"I can't guarantee anything, Captain Young. Keep talking to him, I'll be back soon."

The rest of the nurses walked out and closed the door after they helped me sit up and made sure everything's fine with me.

"What do you remember?" he asked me.

I stretched my neck as I thought about it, "I remember... nothing."

"Nothing? Do you remember anyone? Names?"

"I don't even remember my own name mister."

"I'm Nate, your boyfriend."

I held in my breath for a second. He's... my... boyfriend. Fuck, he's hot. No way in a million years could this have happened.

"You're... my boyfriend. So I'm gay?"

"I suppose."

"Are we married?"

"No we are not. But I hope to someday."

I laughed at the thought, but my lungs choked and I spat out a thread of blood out. He freaked out and immediately pushed the red button as he wiped away the blood.

"Tim, don't die now. You can't just leave me now," he yelled at me without knowing. This guy really likes to yell.

A team of nurses rushed into the room and checked me here and there.

"I feel fine."

"No you're not!" Nate demanded. Wow, he's aggressive.

The nurses calmed him down a little when they told him I was fine. It was better for me to cough out the blood out rather than it being in my lungs.

"You sure you're alright?" he poured a cup of water for me.

"I'm alright, really. Thanks." I reached out for the cup, but he pushed my hands away. He gently placed the cup right on my bottom lip and carefully tilted the cup. I quietly drank as I stared at him.

This man. I must have been madly in love with him before my accident.

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"So what happened to me?"

He hesitated.

"What did I do before the accident?"

"You... you were hit by a car. You were... you... wanted to visit me in the police station. But you crossed the street and you were hit."

"Did you catch the driver?"

"No, not yet."

I sat on a wheelchair next to him on the plastic bench. He held my hands the whole time we were sitting there. I observed the nurses walking around; each time they passed us, they had this jealous smile on their face.

"Who's Damon?"

"Damon? You remember Damon?"

"No. That name just popped out of my mind."

"He's your... older brother. Maybe a step-brother. I don't know."

"Is he around?"

"He's... He is..."

"Stop lying to me, Nate."

He flinched. His jaw clenched.

"Tell me the truth." I looked at him.

"Tim, I honestly do not know. We've been together. But I've never forced you to tell me about your past. But I know it was full of tragedy. Like mine."

"Tragedy." A sudden wave of memories electrocuted me. I screamed and held on to my hair as he tried to stop me from falling off the wheelchair.

"Tim Tim! No! No!"

My eyes watered and I stopped struggling. I couldn't stop sobbing. My nose became runny. My ears were hot to touch.

"My parents died... I... I was all alone," I quietly spoke, trying to remember all the details.

"And?" Nate kneeled in front of my on both knees.

I shook my head, "That is all."

But that wasn't all.



The Dual of the Parallels Ch. 06



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Chapter 2.7 The Recovery

I still had trouble walking around on my own, but this stranger, Nate, he even took his time off to take good care of me. He made meals for me, cuddle me to sleep, and even take a shower with me. He must be in a deep, loving relationship with me prior what had happened.

I still don't get it though.

"Someone wanted you dead, Tim. And I'm going to find out who did it," he hammered his fist on the table. The salt and pepper shakers jumped in fear.

I reached to straighten the shakers, "Why would anyone want me dead? What did I do before? Was I a bad businessman before? Or a corrupted accountant?"

Nate would stop talking every time I questioned my occupation. I could still detect that he's been lying a lot to me since my release from the hospital. And this Damon, if he's my brother, why hasn't he visited me?

I wheeled myself into the bedroom to fold Nate's laundry while he cooked dinner. He was whistling, but I couldn't figure what song it was. I straightened the bedsheets when I finished folding and placed everything neatly in the closet.

I looked out the room, to make sure Nate wasn't around. He'll be really mad if I try this again.

I used all my strength to push myself off the wheelchair and leaned against the mattress. My forearms were in massive pain with all the cuts and bruises, but it didn't matter. I wanted to walk again. My legs were numb by this point as I straightened them to the floor. Balancing myself was as hard as balancing an egg on top of my head.

Finally, with a lot of confidence, I pushed myself away from the bed frame. I looked forward to see that Nate had just set our dining table, and when he turned around, his happy face transformed into a frightened one. I smiled at him because I stood for a second or two, and then fell to the mirrored closet doors. Nate threw his spatula at the table and rushed in to help me up.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? You really want to break another bone, don't you?"

I waved him off, laughing.

"You think this is funny, Tim?" he stared into my eyes with pure anger.

I bit my bottom lip, a bit upset because he's upset.

He saw the fear in my eyes, but he kept his eye contact with me.

"Sorry," I whispered, barely audible. I looked away from him, and soullessly fixed my eyes on the wheelchair.

He set me back on the wheelchair and kneeled before me, holding my hands.

"Tim Tim," he kissed my hand, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."

I shook my head, trying to keep my tears from falling.

"Tim," he gently held on to my chin. And he leaned in closer, and closer. Our nose touched. Our eyes barely opened. I took a deep breath in, sucking all his sexy body odor as he covered my mouth with his.

I swallowed hard as he passionately pressed his lips against mine. His hands grabbed the side of the wheelchair, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to me.

It ripped my heart when I had to stop and rest, but I kept him only an inch away from my lips.

"Nate, how long have you not made love to me?"

"Four months."

"Do you mind making love to me tonight?"

"I'm afraid so."

I hesitated, not expecting the answer he has given.

"I don't want to hurt you. You're still recovering."

"I wasn't expecting you liking rough sex, Nate," I laughed.

"No... no, Tim. You. Liked rough sex."

"Oh." I was surprised. He chuckled at my innocence.

"I'll consider your suggestion, but right now, you have to eat."

He wheeled me out right in front of my food and he took a seat next to me.

Baked salmon with mashed potatoes with homemade gravy. He watched me as I picked up my fork and took a piece of the fish into my mouth. Mmmm. Delicious.

"I'm glad you liked it. You taught me how to make this, Tim Tim."

"I did? So I'm a great cook?"

"Yes you are," he began to dig in.

He was about to start a conversation when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Nate stood up, wiped his mouth, and walked to the door.

I turned to see him a little nervous. He looked at me with a grim face, and sighed before opening the door.

The man outside nodded at Nate, and Nate silently invited him in.

"Tim," he looked at me, and then the stranger, "this is your brother... Damon."

The man looked nothing similar to me, and the atmosphere darkened the moment he stepped into the house. This man is not a good man.

"Tim," this brother of mine greeted me. I looked to Nate with concern, but he nodded again.

"Hi," I greeted.

"How... how's your health? Are you feeling better?"

"I'm good. Nate's been taking great care of me. Not to worry."

Damon made a face, and faced Nate again, "I'm sure mother did it. I'm very sure of it. That bitch!"

He turned to me again, but directed his words to Nate, "Mother is on vacation with Kenneth. She knows Tim's still alive. This is the best time to move on. Nate, you have to leave with him."

I was confused as hell, but Nate understood every word.

Damon dragged my wheelchair forcefully to face him, which I almost prompted myself to slap him across his face. But this time, when I finally got to see clearly of his face, I gasped. His left cheek was red and layered, as if someone had took an ignited propane gas and sprayed him with it.

"What... what... ha... happened?" I was on the verge of crying, "Who did this to you?" Wait. How did I know it wasn't an accident? I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

Damon held my hands in his, but he didn't say a word.

"Nate, I want you to explain to me... now! Please... I beg you."

Damon promptly shook his head, "Tim, all you need to know now is that someone is after you. And you need to leave now, with Nate."

"No, Nate, tell me now. Who is this person? Who am I? Was I a spy? Is that why someone wants to kill me?"

"Tim!" Damon shook me violently; I froze in terror and stress.

"Tim, when you remember everything, I don't want you to come find me, because I'll be out of here as well, if I'm lucky. I'm..." he paused, and then suddenly teared up, "I want you to know... I'm sorry for what I have done to you. I love you, and I always will love you. I..."

Nate held a box of tissues next to him; he was crying silently too. I ran my finger down Damon's burnt cheek, feeling every ridge and bumps on his face. I died a little bit when he looked right at me again. His face was gorgeous, even with the injury.

"I will miss you. Damon."

It took him a second to knit his brows together, and then figured me out.

"Wait." Damon took a glance at Nate, and then at me.

"Damon, I... I don't remember everything. But I... remember our story. I think I forgave you already, didn't I?"

He was more than thrilled to hear me saying this, "Your memories are coming back." He stopped abrupt, and grabbed Nate's shoulder, "Take him far far away before all his memories return. He'll go slaughter mother if he does remember everything."

Damon panicked and pushed Nate towards our room, but I knew we needed to calm down more than anything else right now.

"Nate! It's too late," I lied, "I already remember everything."

Chapter 2.8 The Heat

Damon hurried away when he got a phone call from one of his friends, "You have to get out of here before this weekend, when mother returns."

His eyes seeped with sorrow and concern when he took his final glimpse at me.

"You lied." Nate said to me once he closed the door.

"No. I didn't lie. I... I was a killer, an assassin. And... I failed a mission. The boss wants to kill me now. Right?"

"You little fucker."

His wicked grin made me felt uneasy, until he picked me up bridal style off my wheelchair and took me to our room.

"You always refer to your "boss" as mother, Tim."

"So my boss is a she?"

He chuckled, "Yes..." He closed the door and took off his tank top. His two nipples were hard and ready to be sucked.

I wished I could take off my jeans by myself. I would have done a show for him, but instead, he gently lifted my ass and slipped my jeans off. It was equally hot to see him licking his lips when he saw my boner through my tight boxers.

"I haven't fooled with you for fuckin' four months. You'll have a bottle of cum to fill your ass tonight."

I widened my eyes at his dirty words and nibbled on his neck playfully when he climbed on top of me.

"So are we leaving?" He positioned my legs to make me feel more comfy.

"Maybe tomorrow night, when I get all the cash out of my account." I buried my nose into his neck.

I panted when he humped me suddenly.

"When are we..." I couldn't finish because Nate devoured me. He pressed on all my sensitive spot, which made me moan and squirm uncontrollably.

"Just enjoy this, okay?"

I pursed my lips and nodded with puppy eyes.

He kissed my jawline, from my ear down to my chin. I closed my eyes to feel the love and energy with my senses. It was overwhelming. He combed my hair to the side and licked my nipple as I grabbed on his strong bicep.

Fuck. This is too much.

My cock is leaking like a fucking hose. Maybe due to the unresponsiveness of my lower body, all the sensations gathered into one point: my balls. They became soft and ridiculously sensitive when Nate popped them in his mouth, one at a time. My toes tingled. My dick shot up, accidentally staining his nose with pre-cum.

"Shit," I blurred out, flinching to the tingling feel.

He laughed like he was out of control, "It's really desperate to get sucked on."

I gulped when his lustful eyes burned my eyes. He carefully and softly pinched the base of my dick, stroke it, up, down, up down, and his mouth enveloped my purple mushroom head.

I involuntarily moaned. It was so natural for me to moan when Nate is making love to me.

"Suck me, Nate. Suck me until I cum," I directed my words to the ceiling.

The vacuum increased, and my head spun in pleasure and dizziness. I patted his hair while rubbing my nervous stomach as we sweat out a waterfall.

"Nate... Ahhhh...," I panted furiously, "I'm gonna... ahhh... cum. Cum."

But he kept going, and going.

Fuck! I'm gonna explode in his mouth! Shit!

I managed to arch my back, which slid my cock all the way down to his throat and shot my white ropes of semen. He held his breathe as he swallowed every single drop of it. He even licked the underside of my penis to make sure he completely swallowed it all. My foreskin was still rolled down as he slides his body back on top of me.

His lips were covered in semen as he licked it off, obviously showing off how delicious it tasted.

"Fuck, Nate."

"Yeah, fuck. It's my turn to fuck you."

He massaged my thighs before throwing them over his broad shoulders. My asshole contracted when a cold wind rushed into my colon.

"Are you ready, Tim? Are you ready to be filled?"

I shook my head playfully, and then nodded.

He took out the bottle of lube he hid at the end of the mattress and squeezed spunk-like lube onto his thick, fat cock.

"Tim, seriously though, if it hurts you too much tell me. I'll stop."

"I'll tell you to stop when you're about to shoot, how 'bout that?"

"You little fucker." He bitch-slapped my ass.

I had to bite on my lips again as he pushed the dragon into the cave.

Uh, uh, uh, uh... He slid in and out slowly as I moaned like I was suffocating.

He caressed my bubble butt as he pushed and pulled. Each time he pulled out, it was as if I was on the end of a lifeline. Don't stop, Nate. Fuck me hard and fast!

His head was tilted upwards, and his mouth opened with no words coming out as he pumped his hose.

"I'm gonna cum. Fuck. I'm gonna cum. Embrace yourself Tim Tim."

"Shoot it! Spray me! Fill me with your fuckin' sticky cum!"

He stopped pumping at the last moment, frozen with the orgasmic rush to his head. That second seemed to drag itself for too long. At last, his cock cannon ignited my guts with white ropes of confetti. I thought for a moment that I was shot in the heart from the inside. Wait, I was actually shot from the inside.

Nate was still shaking like he was high. The stars above my head came crashing down like meteors. He held on to my knees until he could finally control his body again.

"Fuck. You're too awesome."

"So is the old Tim better or am I better?"

"Of course you! Fuckin' Tim, I like that I can control more of you now." He laughed wickedly.

"I'll keep in mind of that when I recover all my memories."

"You bet."

Oh Nate. Your cum must be really a thing for the old me. When you shot your load deep in my bowels, I have recovered another set of memories...

...all the stories between you and I.



The Dual of the Parallels Ch. 07



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Chapter 2.9 The Search 

"Nate, we don't have to move if you don't want to." 

"It's for your safety Tim. I can't afford to lose you again." 

I blushed a little before I finished my omelet and tea. The sun was too bright for my eyes today. The rays flooded the room to a point where it feels like I'm in heaven. Everything is reflective and shiny. 

"I'm going to go back to the station for a few hours. You better behave while I'm out." 

He kneeled in front of me and massaged my inner thigh, "That means no trying to get up and walk." I made a face at him, but he chortled and caressed my lips with his as he flicked his tongue against my teeth. 

The moment he closed the door behind him, I immediately rolled myself into the room. I knew I hid a gun somewhere in here, but where is it? It was something random that popped into my head, but I had a feeling if I locate my gun, I'll remember something important. 

I was interrupted when someone rang the doorbell. Something made me very uncomfortable when I reached for the door. I hesitated for a moment. Who could it be? I couldn't get up and look through. Fine. 

I opened the door slowly with a smile on my face. 

There, a woman stood outside my door, holding her poodle in her hands. I would have thought it was Nate's mother, but according to my memory, his parents were dead long time. 

"Hi, um, Nate's not here. Can I help you?" 

She tried to hide her shock, "Actually, dear, I'm looking for you. Timothy." 

"You, you know me ma'am?" 

"Yes. In fact, I am your only relative on Earth, Timothy." 

"Oh, what's your name? I'm sorry. I... had a horrible accident." 

"Deborah. You address me as your mother, however. May I come in?" 

She doesn't seem like she would or could harm me. Why not? 

I led her to the couch, "Have a seat? Do you want something to drink?" 

"Yes, water, please. You don't mind if my dog runs around on the carpet, do you?" 

I shook my head as I turned towards the kitchen. 

My heart thumped harder than usual. Who is she? Did I just invited a stranger in? I took out a glass delicately and poured some water in slowly as I continued my thought process. Shit. Maybe she's the one Damon mentioned. 

"You have a very nice house," she shouted. I almost shattered the glass. 

"You have a very nice house," she said again when I handed her the glass. I nodded with acknowledgement, "It's my boyfriend's house actually." 

"I know. I know," her whispers terrified me. 

"So... who are you? I'm so sorry for asking. It's just..." 

"No... not at all," she politely cut me off, "I've watched you grow from this tall," she gestured, "till now!" She was very excited to tell my life story to me. 

"I only remember that my parents are dead. Can you explain... why you're "mother"?" 

She waved her hand at me, "Oh it's a long story. And I was only planning for a brief visit. I actually have to go now. I only wanted to see if you're still alive." 

Still... alive? 

"Yup, I must get going now. Come come doggie." She lifted the dog with one arm, and grabbed her fancy-branded purse. "It's nice to see you again, Timothy." 

I didn't even have a chance to say my good-bye as she casually walked out the house. 

For a few minutes, I just sat there, thinking of what had just happened. 

"Mother... Sounds quite formal." 

I turned myself from the table too quickly and smashed the wheel against the table legs. The glass sat too close to the edge and dropped to its death. 

A very crisp clang and then clinks as the shards shoot out in every direction... Oh shit... 

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"Tim Tim, look at me," Damon, drunk and red, rubbing the underside of my chin with his long fingers. 

I took another sip of my soda. Wow, what's in this? 

"Hey!" he demanded. 

I held on to his shoulder to stabilize myself from falling off the bar stool. He leaned in and gave me an aggressive kiss, the kind I grew to hate. I weakly pushed him away, but he insisted on making out with me. 

"What," I tried to pant out my body heat, "What are you doing? Why is it so hot here?" 

Damon pointed his index fingers at himself, and then snickered. 

"Am I too hot for you Tim Tim? I can be hotter if you want me to be." He sloppily took off his v-neck and caressed his own chest, "Fuck..." 

"Damon, stop, I... I'm going back to my room. Good night." 

I fell off my stool, but managed to land on my feet. The door was slightly ajar and I could see the staircase outside our bar room. My vision was very blurred, but I could see mother rushing everyone out of the room, including our bartender. She grinned at me, and the sound of the lock will haunt my life forever. 

Damon grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me into his chest. I fought, but my limbs were flimsy. 

Someone drugged me. Mother, it must have been her. 

I yelped when Damon groped my balls through my jeans. It was hard to breathe and the air was so thick and humid. 

"Admit it Tim, you want it. I know you do," he seductively blew against my ear. I shivered with fear of what was about to happen. 

Damon pushed me and I tripped and fell onto the long soft couch. He ripped his cargo shorts off himself and flashed his long, thick stick at me. Too dizzy now to do anything. 

Like a wild untamed beast, he grabbed my hip and undid my button and fly, and with one pull, he uncovered my naturally-smooth legs. He must have drooled over the beautiful view. 

"No, Damon, please." 

"No? You'll be saying 'yes' by the end of this, Tim Tim." 

His heavy body struggled on top of me, and the roofie kicked in completely. 

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I found it! I found the gun. It was cleverly placed underneath the end of the mattress on my side, where I presumably cut out a block of the mattress to hide this wooden box. Inside was my gun and a memory stick. 

I began to remember something. I was running away from Nate. Why? 

I inserted the USB into the monitor, and a video played immediately. 

"Nate, I'm probably gone by now. Dead maybe. In this box, there is a gun," Tim Tim on screen sobbed a little. "It's the only thing my father passed down to me. I want you to keep it, but it's not to remind you of my passing. It's to remind you to be a good cop. A cop that will serve true justice to those who deserve it." 

I gulped as I outlined the gun with my fingers. 

Tim Tim on screen sighed, "Nate, it's... I...," he gulped. The way he gulped was exactly identical to mine. "I really don't deserve your love. I really don't. We belong to a different universe. You're white-hearted, I'm black-souled. You're good, I'm evil. You save citizens, I kill them. Our paths should have never crossed, just like two parallel lines." 

The Tim Tim on screen cried uncontrollably; I wished that I could touch him, comfort him, but to realize that's me, I couldn't wrap my mind around it. 

I killed people. 

He took a deep inhale, "But nevertheless, I enjoyed being with you. I cherished every single moment I had with you, when we cuddle together, when you creeped up behind me while I showered." He giggled at the thought. "I will miss you when I'm gone, but don't miss me. Don't come searching for me, Nate. If, if I'm still alive, and if, if one day, our paths crosses again, a nod at me to acknowledge my existence is already enough for me." 

I licked my dry lips; the edges of my eyes reddened. 

"If... I am no longer..." he forced a smile, "can I be buried next to your parents? I hope they don't mind, just because I want you to visit me too every time you go visit your parents. It's my final request. I love you. I always did." 

He ended his speech with an innocent smile that Nate would have killed for. 

Abruptly, my monitor flashed as it turned off. I turned quickly to find Nate frozen in place, with the remote in his hands. 

We looked at each other, anger seeping out of his eyes. 

I jumped when he chucked the remote towards the mirror doors, "Damn it, Tim!" Then he rushed out of the room and slammed the door as he headed out again. 

I didn't know how to feel. He was totally angry at Tim Tim on screen, but that's after all, me. 

The house door opened again, slammed closed, and a deranged Nate walked into the room again. He picked me up by my sides and threw me onto the bed. 

"What... what are you doing?!" 

"Why the shit would you want to leave me, Tim?!" he yelled at the monitor, "Why the shit!" 

I couldn't speak. I didn't want to stimulate him anymore. He looked as hurt as Tim Tim on screen. 

He dropped to his knees, and covered his face with his hands. His cries muffled. I couldn't see his body, as I was too weak to prop myself up, but the tears of his heart seeped through each corners of the house. 

A deadly silent corrupted the bedroom. I shuddered, trying not to make a sound, but the whimpering escaped my mouth. That was when he pounced on top of me, "Why are you doing this to me?!" he roared at me. 

I screamed in terror and despair. He gripped my shoulders and shook me. 

"Why do all of you have to leave me one by one? I'm no strong man! I'm a human!" he cried, "If you leave, what's the point of living anymore?" He pushed himself off of me and rushed to the kitchen. I immediately pivoted myself and fell to the floor. 

"No!" I screamed. I clutched to the bed frame as I stood on my feet. "Nate!" And I fell down again. 

When I crawled out of the room, Nate was already cutting his wrist with a french knife. 

"No! Nate! Stop!" I cried in agony. The blood stained more and more of the carpet each second. 

"No... no..." My nerves fired up full strength, right to my brain. 

"Nate!" I mumbled, "Mother... mother... today! Damon," I struggled to put the words together, "he raped me! Mother..." 

The blade clashed against the tile floor and Nate slid across the carpet to pick me up to his arms, "Tim! Tim! You... remember!" 

"Mother..." 

"What about her?" 

"She visited... today... And..." 

"And what? What? Did she hurt you?" 

I panicked, "She... she killed your parents..." 

As he tried to piece together the story, I blacked out. 

Chapter 2.10 Complete Recovery 

"How are you feeling today?" the doctor greeted. 

"Better today, thanks." Nate handed me a piece of apple. 

He did his routine check up and then signed the clipboard, "Nate, don't stress him too much." 

Nate nodded and the doctor took off to the next room. 

My glance clashed with Nate's, then I looked away, remembering what I have said to him yesterday. 

"Were you telling the truth?" 

"What?" I was fully aware what he was trying to address. 

"She killed my parents. You weren't lying. You couldn't have." 

I pursed my lips. 

"She's that bitch. She's that woman who had an affair with my dad." 

I listened attentively. 

"Her name is Daphne. I remember her name." 

"Deborah, Deborah Narwin," I corrected him. 

"Whatever her shit is called!" 

He calmed a little before he held my hand, "When did you find out?" 

"I've been investigating after you told me about your parents. One thing linked to another, and then your boss... that gramp." 

"He... he was involved?!" 

I affirmed silently, "He was an undercover, Nate." 

He took a very long sigh to structure his thoughts. Nate, I'm sorry. 

Barely audible, someone knocked on the door. "Come in." 

Damon took off his cap and quietly closed the door, "Thanks for letting me know." Nate nodded at him. 

"How are you Tim? Feeling much better?"
"Yeah," I mouthed, too dry to voice out for a moment. I coughed and cleared my itchy throat, "Mother visited me yesterday. I know she was the one who hit-and-run me, but she didn't kill me so I guess we are even now. By the way, your information sucks." 

"I assume mother was desperate to know if you're still alive or not." 

I waved at a plastic chair and Damon took a seat. Nate handed me another piece of apple as I took dainty bites off of the piece in hand. 

"So I'm off the hook?" 

"I think so," Damon scratched his head. 

Damon couldn't continue on the conversation when he noticed how angry Nate looked. I felt his rage burning everything around us. He must be plotting how to kill mother. 

"Nate," I began without turning around, "we are going to get mother for you." I finally turned to see sullen expression with tears at bay. I reached for him on my bed, and I leaned too far. He swiftly held me as I was about to plop to the cold tiles. Inevitably, I held onto his injured arm. Even though I accidentally rubbed against the wound, Nate didn't show any signs of discomfort. That made me even more concerned for him. Our gaze clashed, mine holding strongly against his. I have never seen him this tired before. This is all because of me. 

Damon faked a cough, "I got to go. Great to see you two still alive." He tapped his plastic chair twice to signal that he left a letter for us. He barely smiled at me when he shut the door. 

Nate looked at me, and I tilted my head to the chair, "It's for you." 

He opened the letter and read it silently. 

When he finished, the letter was more wrinkled than his old shitty boss. His fists, all red and swollen from squeezing, finally ripped the letter into two. 

He blitzed out of the room as I yelled his name. I leaned too far again and this time, I fell head first, pulling the IV and blankets along with me. I groaned with immense pain as I crawled across out the hallway. 

Nate curled up into a ball at the end of the hallway. The doctors helped me up to my useless pair of legs. 

"Hold on to the side," the doctor urged. 

"I got this." 

The doctors let go of my arms, still hovering over me though. I tried my very best to keep my balance, both of my hands death gripping the wooden rails. I bit my lips as pain pumped into my hands with every heartbeat. 

Halfway there. 

Three fourths of the way. 

And I fell to my knees. 

I waved the staffs off when they tried to approach me again. 

A wave of anger stormed through me, "Nate! Captain Nate Young!" My scream pierced through his eardrums like pins through fabric. 

"Look at me!" 

His head was trembling violently, unnaturally when he glared at me. His whole face was crimson red, his eyelashes all damp. 

"Look at me... Look at me, Nate. Please." 

I stood back up with one pull of the rail. 

"We'll go through this together. Just like how you got me through this." 

I gently pushed against the rail with my legs a little more than shoulder width apart. He was still staring at me, but more blankly this time. Pivoting my feet an inch at a time, I managed to stand in front of him around a minute of this. 

Bending over, I reached for his damp hair and soothingly combed it, which made him shake even more rigorously. 

But before I could do anymore, I suddenly lost my balance and leaned forward. 

Nate, with his trained reflexes, caught me in his arms before I hit the ground once more. 

My head rested against his chest and his chin rubbed against my jet black hair. 

"I miss your big strong arms, Nate."



The Dual of the Parallels Ch. 08



Hey y'all, 

Thanks for the votes and comments from previous entries. Please enjoy this entry of the story, because I don't know when I will have time to continue writing about Tim and Nate. This may be a temporary ending, but I already know this won't be the final ending. 

Please vote and comment! Enjoy! 

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Chapter 2.11 The Follow-Up 

With moderate physical therapy, I was able to walk without any aid by my fifth week. It was a very irritating process, but seeing Nate being able to calm his emotions was all I need to energize myself. 

"You'll be able to have great sex in no time," Nate blew into my ears. 

I tilted my head for his pleasure, "Someone's really horny," I massaged my stiff neck, "and it would be nice to get my rocks off. You know, I haven't blew my load since the last time you..." 

"Shhhhh," he hushed me, "that's between you and the other Tim Tim." 

I gave him my best glare, and he pretended he didn't see it. 

"Timothy Chang," the nurse called. Nate gave me a hand and I stood up more or less without losing balance. 

"Here are your medications. Do you need to be instructed?" 

"No, thank you." 

"You have a great day." 

Nate and I nodded back simultaneously back at her. 

We rode the elevator down to the garage. It was the two of us, so Nate leaned in closer, and closer, until he was practically humping me. 

"Camera, Nate." 

"I don't care." 

He stole a quick peck and smiled widely. 

The door slid open and we went out into the structure. The sun hammered in its light against each car, as it reflected the light back at us. 

"You stay here, I'll pull the car up." And he took off, whirling his keys around his fingers. 

I stood there, tired and weary, leaning against the cement column. My bloodshot eyes would have given it away that I haven't sleep well for the past week. Finally, I could close my eyes and rest without stress. 

The engine sound approached me, echoing louder every second. Wait. It's a motorcycle though. Not Nate. Keep resting. 

But the sound was getting closer at me. That's not right. 

Shit! 

I rolled against the column as the front wheel of the motorcycle sanded off where my head was leaning. 

"Nate! Nate!" I yelped. 

The bike rolled back down and the biker flung the tail of the bike to where I'm standing, which prompted me to roll again. I stepped out to the open space and lost my balance when the biker pulled out a suppressed pistol at me. I pressed hard on the rough asphalt, my palms sweating uncontrollably. 

This is the end. Bye, Nate. 

I closed my eyes. 

Boom! Crunch! 

My eyelids twitched as it lifted; Nate smashed his car right to the front of his motorbike. The killer flew across several parking spaces, losing his grip to his weapon midway. He wasn't done though. He got back up in an instant and we ran for the gun. He got it first, but I gripped his forearm and twisted his bulging muscle. I bent under his arm and kicked his armpit with the tip of my shoe, disarming him. But he shoved me hard and I smashed my hip against the bumper of an SUV. 

I clenched my teeth together to lessen the pain. Nate entered into the bubble and kicked the pistol towards me as the killer reached for it. The killer elbowed Nate's stomach, but he hammer-fisted the killer's helmet. The killer backed off, but then lunged at Nate again. He kneed Nate at his hip and head butted him with his helmet. 

The pistol wasn't in a very nice place for me; it was underneath the van next to me. Ahhh, shit. I crawled on my belly, holding my cries in every time my hip stabbed itself with pain. I could clearly see the killer repeatedly punching my lover, but Nate uppercut his chin, staggering him a few steps back. He took the opportunity to sweep him off of his feet and choked the killer. 

I reached under, near the tires. My fingers touched the bottom of the grip slightly. 

They were both back onto their feet. Nate's jab missed but he blocked the killer's uppercut right on time. Still, the killer was able to push Nate into the same cement column and strangled him. At the same time, Nate ripped his helmet off his head. 

I finally picked up the pistol and crawled back out. My hand shook when I lifted my whole arm for the aim, but was unable to do so nicely at the fuckin' killer. Shit. So I placed the grip on the asphalt and tilted it a little to the sky and... 

Poomb. 

"Shiiiiit!" the killer cried in agony. 

I shot him in the inner thigh, an inch or two right of his genitals. 

His trembling and weak hands covered and squeezed his bleeding thigh, dropping to the ground, sobbing and grunting hopelessly. 

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Ahhhh!" his high-pitched voice pierced through the hot air. 

Nate hurried to me, "Let me see." He peeled my hand from my injured hip. I took in a sharp breath. 

"It's bruised." 

"Yeah, I know," I grunted. 

When the security guards showed up, Nate flashed his police badge and more cops surrounded the area in minutes. 

When the paramedic wiped my hip with alcohol, I over-straightened my back to an arch against the back door of the ambulance. 

"Relax," he said; his tone was comfortless. 

"Shit! Ahhh! Shit-fuck!" the poor dude was still screaming from embarrassing injury. He was put onto those yellow stretchers, pushing away the doctors who was only trying to help ease his pain. 

"Did you shoot him?" the paramedic asked curiously. 

"Oh hell yeah. That's what he gets for messing with a temporarily disabled person." 

He chuckled at my words. "Is that guy your man?" He pointed at Nate. 

"Yup, that's him." 

"A very hot man," he grinned, "for a very hot traitor." 

I didn't react quick enough, but he already have a mini pistol pointed at my hip. 

"Mother really, really wants to see you," he emphasized. He pushed me onto the seats and closed the back doors as the driver abruptly turns and speeds down the ramp. 

Everyone outside waved at the ambulance, and when we crashed the police cars away from the exit. We were fired upon. A decoy ambulance soon took a turn onto the intersection as we pulled away into smaller streets. We stopped when we arrived near a lake park. 

"Hurry," the paramedic pointed his gun at me, "mother is waiting." 

"I can't... ahhh..." The ache was eating me away, but then he jerked me off the vehicle with no fucks given. 

The breeze cooled my wound, but it added even more pain to it. 

"Timothy, my dear," mother cooed. 

I bit my pale lips, my eyes rolling back from the immense discomfort. 

"Just kill me alright," I shuddered out. 

The driver and the paramedic stood several feet away from me, both equipped with a gun. They pointed it at my brain. 

"No. Not now, Timothy. You always do things wrong. You time things wrong. You fuck your missions wrong. You, are an utter disappointment. You and Damon." 

I swallowed hard and bent a little over to ease my breathing, "What... what did you do to Damon?" 

"Oh," she began pacing around me, "I saw his pretty face. And Kenneth wanted to see him everyday. So... what do you think I did?" 

"Kenneth would be proudly surprised by the gift. But don't you think he's a bit too young for this?" I winced at her; my words dripped with sarcasm. 

She burst out a corrupted laughter, "I'm a generous person, Timothy. So I stuffed Damon like a stuffed animal. I drained out his blood, and took out his organs..." 

I grinned, with pictures of the situation in my mind. 

"And now, Kenneth sleeps with him every night." 

"He's a bit too old for a body pillow, mother," I snickered, "So he's not working for you anymore, huh?" 

Mother hates it when someone pops her lies in front of other. She kicked the back of my knee right at the center. And I kneeled like I was begging her, with both hands on the dirt. She pulled out her own gun from her skirt and tapped the barrel on my shoulder. 

"This is only the beginning of my game, Timothy. And you're already about to be disqualified. But no worry. As long as I'm the judge, you can die as many times as you want. And I'll respawn you as I please." Her lips brushed against my ear, "You can't quit." 

She waved off her boys and was about to leave. I got back up, holding on my knee and hip. 

"Mother, one question about the game rule." 

She turned elegantly, her hand at her hip, "And that is?" 

"Why did you kill Nate's parents?" 

She hesitated. 

Then playfully said that it was an invalid question. 

"Why? Why did you kill them really? Was it because..." 

"Shut up Timothy!" she aimed her gun at me, her palms sweating from her tight grip. 

"He is your..." 

Mother walked up to me and jabbed me in the guts. 

"Shit," I groaned, "People need to stop punching me there." 

She pulled my hair up until I was face to face with her, "If he ever finds out my identity, I'll make sure you'll be gang-raped by all my other favorites in front of..." 

"Your son," I smirked wickedly, "Nate is your..." 

And she backhanded my face silly. I fell to the ground, laughing as she left. 

I've never felt more relieved than now because, I realized one thing: she would never ever intentionally... hurt Nate. 

Chapter 2.12 The Vacation 

Too many uneventful things happened to us both, so instead of shitting our pants in our kitchen, waiting for the next trouble to arrive, we decided to go on a cruise. 

But I knew at least for now, no more trouble will be dawned upon us. 

Nate kissed my neck lovingly when I was unloading my clothes. The room is huge, and we have a full ocean view as we are on the upper decks. 

"You're still bruised," Nate frowned at my hip, "we won't be able to play rough tonight." 

"Who would want to play rough with you, mister? There are so many hotter guys out there." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You know what I mean," I caressed the top of his butt crack, "There are bigger, rougher, and sexier men out there waiting to fuck my little ass." 

"You dare?" he squeezed my hip. 

Ahhhh! And he went ballistic at my mouth. Darting his tongue everywhere, he soaked my hungry mouth with his slick drool. I pretended to push him away, but he grabbed my hands and placed them on his proud chest. 

"I get jealous really easy," he spat out, still attacking me. 

All I could do was moan. 

I pinched his big, manly nipples, "It's only 6. The sun hasn't even set yet." 

"You hungry?" he asked with puppy eyes. 

"Yes. I'm hungry." 

"Hungry for sex you mean?" 

"Stop it," I couldn't hide my big smile. 

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The dining hall was huge, completed with long tables of seafood, steak, and desserts. Sushi and sashimi were on another long table, where Tim rushed immediately with a ivory plate in front of his chest. 

"Don't injure yourself, you'll need to save all your energy for tonight," Nate reminded him. 

"Yeah, yeah... Could you get some soy sauce for me?" 

Nate reluctantly went to grab it, and I took the chance to take all the tuna and salmon before he comes back to stop me. 

"Wow, you really love raw fish," the person in front of me commented. 

"Yeah, I do," I looked up to see a beautiful man, about the same height as Nate. He sports a 5 o'clock shadow that girls, and guys would kill for. 

I gave him my friendliest smile, "Hi, my name is Tim." 

"Robert. Is that your brother?" he pointed at Nate. 

I couldn't keep my laughter in control, but Robert stood there, clearly enjoying my childish giggles. 

"No no, he's my boyfriend." 

"Ahhh, he's hot, just like you." 

When Nate came back with the soy sauce in his hand and saw me blushing like a cherry blossom tree, he thumbed my cheeks with amusement. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Nothing. Nate, this is Robert." They shook each other's hand. 

Robert continued his flattery about our hotness until he headed back to his table of friends. 

"He was so obvious." Nate told me. 

"What is it?" 

"He was lusting for you." 

"Oh, was he?" I pretended. 

"And you were lusting for him too. That blush." 

"Stop it Nate. Stop trying to make me feel guilty." 

"Are you?" He secretly squeezed my ass as he looked over my plate of food, "What the fuck?" 

We took a seat not far away from our newly met stranger, and when Nate pulled the seat out for me so that my back face Robert, I know he was really envious. So I played along. 

"Why don't we join them?" I tilted my head, and nodded towards Robert. 

"Why don't we not." he replied coolly. 

He glared at me when I playfully avoided his eye contact, poking my raw fish with a knife. The heat he was sending to me through his eyes was hell. He might as well cook my plate of food. 

While glaring at me still, he slowly, but aggressively held onto his fork, and stabbed it into his bowl of soup. I swallowed, and accidentally let out a giggle that is only audible to Nate. 

"Just stop." I gently kicked his shin with the tip of my toes, and then brushed my calf against his. It was nice to have table clothes that go all the way down to the carpet, so no one could see what I was doing. 

Nate clasped my leg between his knees, "You. Are going to be fucked so hard tonight, that you will need me to carry you everywhere for the rest of this trip." 

Out of the intercom, the MC started his speech, "Again, we welcome and thank you all for joining us on this journey. We will be out at the sea for the next two days before stopping by some big cities for you guys to tour. If you have purchased a raffle ticket, we are very proud to announce that we will be donating all the money to a local children's hospital." 

"Did you buy?" I asked, and Nate flashed two red raffle tickets to me. 

"We will be raffling on the last day of this one-week trip. And for now, please enjoy your stay! We have plenty of events planned for you all!" 

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We watched as the sun set below the ocean line. The red, orange, and purple shades of cloud reflected itself against the currents, like a canvas picture in a museum. 

Nate, hugging me from behind, gently rubbed his stubbles against my bruised neck as we sat and watched. 

"It's so peaceful," I whispered, "it's so beautiful." 

He kissed and sucked on my hickey again without saying a word. I bent my arms behind me around his head and pushed him more in. 

Oh fuck, that felt so nice. Don't stop. 

My heart stopped for a second when I finally relaxed completely into his arms. He melts me, when he does what he's doing. 

"You wanna get fucked?" his voice was barely audible. 

I nodded. 

"Can't hear you." 

I nodded again. 

"You wanna get fucked in the tub? I bought a bottle of waterproof lube just for this." 

Fuckin' Nate, talking shit dirty to me. 

"Imagine my rod sliding in, and out, in, and out of your boy hole, the sound of my cum lubing up your shit canal... slobbering out and staining your tight asscheeks. Mmmmmmm..." 

I grinded my ass into his leaking pipe. 

He scooped me up in one move and we entered the massive bathroom. It was a Jacuzzi instead of a standard bathtub. 

"I didn't know this was here." 

"I made sure we got a room that has one. Just making sure that we'll have plenty of space for our waterplay." 

I still got my hands around his neck when he set me down. 

He looked at me, and I looked at him. The mirror reflected a pair of hot, daring, and horny couple on itself. I was sure it almost cracked when we violently made out. Nate took off my pants first; my white v-neck covered half of my smooth, firm ass cheeks. When I finally took off his leather belt, he was suppressing himself not to rip my ass in half already. 

"Wait," I stopped stripping him, "let me get the water running." I let the leather belt hang over my shoulders and left Nate hanging. I provocatively danced to the tap, making sure Nate has each step of my little shake burned into his brain. He was holding himself so hard he was shaking from anticipation. 

"Fuckin' Tim!" I ripped his jeans off of his legs and blitzed to me. I bent over to turn on the faucet when he screwed his fucking hose into my unprepared hole. I quickly arched my back to compensate the pain, but Nate bear hugged me and slid his gun completely into the barrel. 

"Nate!" I yelled his name in fake agony and pleasure. 

"I know you want it." 

My boner was bouncing up and down now, craving for the attention it deserves. Nate wrapped his fingers around my willy and rolled down my foreskin. I squeezed my eyes shut when he thumbed my ultra sensitive mushroom head. The intensity of his touched increased when every one of his pumps crushed my prostate. 

"That's a lot of pre-cum you're leaking there Tim Tim." 

"Don't stop." 

"I wasn't planning to." 

My breathing patterns became irregular with all the sensations. 

The tub nearly spilled because Nate was fucking me senseless. I promptly closed the tap and we jumped in without breaking out connections. 

The water is just right. I could still feel the heat of Nate's angry cock. 

"Ride me," Nate ordered, "Turn around and face me." 

He sat on the integral seat while I adjusted. 

"Nate," I slipped his cock back into my ass, "can you... just hold me?" 

We suddenly turned serious with our fuck. 

"Just... hold on to me. Let me just feel you in me." 

He nodded, understanding why I wanted it. 

It was the very first time that we were two souls in one body. We felt each beat our hearts gave, each breath our lungs took. Our cocks, even though they are not stimulated in anyway, were still hard, and harder than before. A tear of joy rolled down my cheek. This... this was the ultimate peace and joy we longed for so long. 

"Tim Tim," he thumbed away my tears, "I love you. I love you. I only want to be with you." 

That made me release even more tears. 

"Don't cry, Tim Tim. It's alright. I love you the way you are." 

"I fuckin' love you too, Nate. I love you. I would give up my life just to keep you safe and sound. I love you." 

I smooched him smack on the lips and he lunged his tongue into my mouth, exploring and understanding this new level of relationship that we have found ourselves in. 

We aren't just sex partners. We aren't just lovers. We aren't just cock and boy hole. 

We are each other. 

We are one.