****** Mark and Chris X: Realizations and Re-affirmations by teybl@hotmail.com
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Mark and Chris X: Realizations and Re-affirmations


Chris thought that the scene being played out before him was something that
should be on tape. Several such scenes where, but in his opinion, they should
have a TV show. Something like Ally McNeal, or Beal, or whatever she was.
Except they had no office slut, and no anorexic partners. And they practiced
real law. He looked around. The "scene" was something that played out most
Fridays, and some other days of the week, at the club/bar/restaurant (the owner
had decided he wanted to fill as many market holes as possible with one venue)
located in the bottom of the office building where the law firm him and Mark
worked at was located. It was the favorite hangout of all the single, freshly
married, and yet childless members of the firm, be they lawyers, paralegals,
couriers (like the boys where), or whatever. The firm was rather large, at
about 130 employees, and usually one could find about 20 to 30 here on a
average night. Tonight about 60 where present, to celebrate the winning of some
real-estate case, the meaning of which neither Mark nor Chris understood,
except that it had brought tons of overtime, and mileage money.

Chris twisted on the bar stool he inhabited, and looked at Mark, who was
halfway through explained his tattoos, something he seemed to do at least once
a night when they came here. Sometimes, just sometimes, Chris was jealous of
Mark. He loved Reba dearly, but once in a while, when he saw Mark flirt with
whoever he wanted, and then still fuck Marva, or whoever he came across, it got
to Chris. And he knew that Mark knew, and was just waiting until the day he
hurt Reba, so he could kill him. He picked up his glass, but his deep thoughts
where disturbed by the vibrating of the pager on his hip.

He pulled it out of the holster, and squinted to read the alphanumeric display
in the twilight.

"9116969 - GETMENOW MARKKNOWS." He looked at it, thinking. 911 was the obvious.
6969 meant Reba. But where was she, and what did she want. Then it dawned on
him. She had gone to some "midsummer" party at one of her friends house, the
reason he wasn't with her right now. He had no desire to put himself through a
party of high schoolers. Something had gone wrong, and she needed him.

"Mark, lets go brother, we gotta fly dustoff!" The urgency in his voice said
everything, as he picked his jacket off the back of his stool, and threw money
on the counter.

"What's up?" Mark stood, buttoning his shirt, and ignoring the two blondes next
to him.

"Reba paged me, she said to come get her, something is wrong, you would know
where."

"Yeah, that guy named Hoppes." He inclined his head to the side, picking up his
jacket, and thinking. "Let's go, I don't even wanna know what's wrong."

It had been Chris turn to drive that day, and so they speed out of uptown in
his silver-gray Camaro, the top down on the convertible, because that was how
he always drove in the summer. Mark called it obsessive compulsive, but Chris
ignored him.

They could hear the house before they saw it. Sitting at the end of a cul-de-
sac, the houses around it seemed either dark, or still half finished, like a
lot of subdivisions around there. Chris drove straight up to the lawn, skidded
to a stop, and both jumped out. Reba was sitting on the front steps, her head
in her hands, and they could both her gentle sobs.

"Get her, I'll check it out!" Mark pointed to his sister, as he jumped up on
the porch, and kicked the barely closed door with the heel of his cowboy boot.
The door burst inward, and he was face to face with what he had expected...at
least 2 dozen drunk teenagers. He wondered if any of Reba's friends where in
this mess...he heard her voice, from the bathroom, a low moan. Tearing open the
door, he was face to face with his ex girlfriend, who from the look of things
had just emptied her stomach into the toilet bowl.

Regardless of how they broke up, Mark still cared for her, and she was Reba's
best friend. Moving fast, sliding his arms around her, he carried her out to
the car, and climbed in, as Chris floored it

Mark twisted in his seat, grabbing Reba's head, and looking into her eyes.

"LITTLE FOOT! REBA, CAN YOU HEAR ME? ARE YOU HURT, ARE YOU BLEEDING?"

Reba shook her head, pushing his hand away, tears still rolling down her face.
When she answered, Mark came up short of breath, the alcohol in her voice was
so strong.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so..," she was interrupted by her own sobbing.

Mark turned back to the front, shaking his head.

"Growing pain." Chris almost wanted to laugh.

"Somebody'll be in pain. She's going to have hangover from hell!"

Chris lowered Reba onto his bed, and closed the door. Ignoring her soft singing
(she sounded horrible, compared to her normal tone inflection), he pulled of
her shoes, then the skirt, and finally the denim jacket and blouse.

"Uhmmmm....ohhhhh..." He grabbed her, pushing, pulling, and dragging her into
the bathroom, where she threw up the second she cleared the toilet bowl,
emptying herself into the water. Chris held her hair back, gently scratching
the back of her neck, and holding her face up. "I feel sick."

"Don't worry abou it. Everything will be fine." Leaning down, he kissed the
back of her neck, wrapping one arm around her waist.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm getting tired of hearing you say that." Holding her up, he helped her with
another burst of vomit.

"Why are you so good to me?" She managed to finish the sentence, before he
flushed out her mouth with water, followed by a burst of Listerine.

"'cause I love you!"

"I'm glad."

"You OK?" Mark swallowed the rest of his tea, and looked across the rim of his
cup at his ex-girlfriend.

"I guess. Stomach is still kinda queasy, feel weird."

"First time ever get drunk?"

"Yeah." She looked around rather embarrassed. Mark reached across the table,
and took her hand, squeezing it.

"Look, if you want, you can take a shower." He smiled. "Some of that shit in
there is yours anyway. I'll lay you out a towel, make you a light dinner, and
then you can face the future."

Cassie tilted her head to the side, and looked at Mark in a way that he
remembered only to well from their relationship. She was about to ask a
question he could not evade.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Cassie, I've known you about a decade now. You are like a sister to my sister,
and my mother basically thinks of you as part of the family, if I date you or
not, simply because you have been around so long. Why would I not be? I might
not be in a relationship with you, but I still care about you." She looked into
his eyes, and knew that he meant it. Smiling, she got up, and walked into the
master bedroom. He still was cute...

Reba was laying on the bed, cradling her own cup of tea, ohhhing and ahhhing
over it as if it was a gold mine. Chris was sitting in the chair at his desk,
watching her. She had been doing that for about ten minutes now, and it was
starting to worry him. Maybe she was drunker then he thought. Finally, she put
the cup down, and laid back across the bed, sprawling out.

Walking over, Chris lay next to her, and gently traced his finger under the T-
shirt she had stolen out of his closet, caressing her skin.

"You feeling better?"

"Yeah...thank you baby." She smiled a shy smile, and buried her face in his
chest.

"Wanna tell me what happened?"

"Nothing, besides me getting drunk, and realizing what happened, and getting
scared. That was when I picked up the phone and paged you. I just wanted to get
out of there." Her voice sounded strangely muffled through his shirt.

Chris wrapped her up in his arms, and pulled the covers up over them, flipping
the light off next to his bed.

"Well...you'll have a hangover tomorrow, but everything else will be fine."

"Great!"

"I didn't know you where into cooking."

"It's a hobby I acquired after I got rid of you." Mark put away the rest of the
food, making use of the extensive collection of tupper ware he and Chris had
"borrowed" from their respective homes.

"Hey! Evilness!" Cassie threw a ice cube at him.

"Hey, I'm just kidding." He laughed as he took cover behind the bar. "Don't get
all hostile." Coming back around, he sat down at the table again, and watched
her eat.

"You can stay here tonight if you like. You can have my bed, I'll sleep on the
couch or the floor."

"You know...you have a big bed, you can share it with me, I promise to behave."

"Its not you I'm worried about." He smiled, and got up, trying to avoid looking
at her.

"Mark...after we broke up, you ever think about us?" She knew he would ignore
her, but she also knew that he had a distinct need to always have the last
word, so he would answer, in some way, shape, or form.

"Moi? Oui, Madame, trying to think of ways to get you to pay me for all the
wonderful things I did for you." He still would not look at her, and she took
his weak attempt at humor as trying to hide something.

"What about all your little flings? Reba told me you are not dating..."

"Listen Cassie. My life is my life. I don't know what you want, but I really do
not appreciate you digging in it." Mark had spun and covered the distance
between them in about a flat heartbeat, his breathing hard and flat, as he
leaned over the table.

"I'm sorry. But I still think about you."

"That's mutual." He sat back down, and relaxed slowly.

"Listen Cassie...when we broke up...things happened very fast. What
happened...with...with your mother, and the way things worked out, there was
never time to go back and apologize to you." He looked up, his eyes open and
honest.

"I want you to know that I am honestly sorry for the way I hurt you with that."

"Apology accepted." She smiled, and finished her plate.

"You comfy?"

"Yeah...considering it is my bed!"

"I like your bed."

"Thanks...I'll rent it to you at a special ex price of $50 a night."

"You are way to greedy. I'll trade you though."

"What do you have to offer?" He propped himself up on one elbow, as she curled
up, looking at him in the light falling through the window.

Cassie darted forward, placing a kiss on his lips, and moving back.

"If that is all I get, you don't get but about 15 minutes of my bed!" He tried
to sound as upset as he could, which was hard, as he wanted to kiss her back.

"You are so demanding..." She rolled over, and kissed him again, slower this
time. His arm slowly wrapped around her, and pulled her down, their lips gently
meeting and parting, over and over, in the way they had not kissed in months.

"You are still a good kisser."

"Am I now?"

"You're OK, for a insensitive prick."

"That hurt...but I guess I deserved it." He kissed her again, and their tongues
gently danced.

"Uhmmm, you are to good to me." She pressed herself into him.

"You do get special treatment," he whispered as he wrapped her up in his arms,
and they fell asleep.

"Where are you going?" It was a forgone conclusion for Reba that her brother
was going somewhere, as he had began to sort through the food located in the
boys kitchen the second he was done eating breakfast, and had a empty backpack
sitting on the counter.

"To the lake. I fixed my bike last weekend, and I want to finally spin it out
again." He sounded about as excited as he had been in a while. She only rolled
her eyes. The Ninja sports bike that Mark had received at the end of his junior
year from his grand parents was something of a oddity. Mark had never shown any
interest in motorcycles, until receiving that one. Something had been wrong
with the engine, and after learning everything there was about motorcycle
engines, he had rebuilt it himself, finishing (it was a rather expensive
process with all the modifications he made) exactly 3 days before he went to
boot camp. However, upon his return, he decided to change several things around
AGAIN, so this would be first chance to finally ride in about a year.

She personally had never even gotten onto it. All her brother had to say was
that it was capable of speeds of up to 145 mph out of the box...she didn't want
to risk her life with that.

"Can I come?" Cassie's eyes were way to hopeful, in Reba's opinion, but she was
pleasantly surprised when her brother answered.

"I hope so."

"Ohhh, what fun!" She watched him pack, then they where off.

"What did I just see?"

"The future of what might be your brothers new girlfriend."

"They make me sick!"

The drive to the lake was about 45 minutes in a car, Cassie knew. And she
learned that day that Mark was able to cut it down to 22 on his bike, zipping
through traffic like a demon. He did not wear a helmet, only sunglasses, a
hooded black sweatshirt, jeans, and cowboy boots, but he made her wear one. She
thought she looked ridiculous. She had realized that a bunch of her clothes
where still in his closet, amongst them the sun dress she was now wearing,
which did not go with the black helmet, with the huge viper on the back, the
eyes providing reflection to the rear, he had explained.

She loved the feeling, the engine vibrating between her legs, her arms wrapped
around him, her body pressed into his back. She had to wear the backpack, and
sometimes the air drag over it would pull her down, but she did not mind.

The road curved around the lake, where it had cut into the countryside, the
road coming and going in bends, and it was exciting to her as they zipped in
and out of traffic, leaning into the curves, until finally he turned of the
main highway, and rolled down to the shore line. He parked underneath the
trees, and pulled of his sweatshirt. Her helmet went ontop of the pad, and they
sat on the picnic benches provided.

"Why is nobody else here?"

"Secluded." He pointed. "The major marinas are 3, 4, 5 miles that way." He
pointed the other way. "All the major shops, rental places, and public beaches,
if you call them that, are 5 miles that way. The parks are 10, 11 miles same
direction. Nobody comes here."

She sat on the table, looking down at him.

"Thanks for taking me."

"Thou art welcome." He looked up at her. "I did it out of a selfish reason,
though."

"And what are those?"

"To get alone with you somewhere, where we can talk."

"About..." Her eyes sparkled, and she looked at him with a angelic smile.

"Us."

"Keep talking." She was leaning forward now, their faces separated by no more
then 2 feet.

"I...I...really...dammit!" He shot up, then sat back down, scaring her for a
second, before he was calm. His breathing was shallow, and she hoped he would
say what she wanted him to say.

Finally he ripped off his sunglasses, and set them atop the green pack. He shot
a long look across the lake, then turned back to her, his brown eyes squinted.

"I want...would like...another chance with you!"

"There, was that so hard?"

"Screw you."

"That's not nice." She leaned down, and they kissed. Sliding across the table,
she slipped into his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms around
his neck, their lips locked in the passion they both missed.

"Mark...?"

"Yeah?"

"Never mind. Kiss me!" He did, with a vigor. Their tongues danced back and
forth, teasing each other, eliciting long moans from her. "I want you."

Mark slid his hands up her legs, feeling her smooth skin, and wondering why he
ever did anything to lose her. He came up under her dress and felt bare skin.

"Wasn't that uncomfortable on the bike?" He managed to ask somewhere between
kisses.

"No, it was exciting. I'm sure somebody got a show from it when it was blowing
in the wind!" They both laughed, as he cupped her ass, and gently squeezed.

Their lips separated, and she reached up, pulling the string at the top of her
dress. It separated down the middle, about halfway, exposing her breasts, as
she pulled his shirt off his body. Their head both dipped, as they tried to
reach their partners chest. She gave in first, leaning back, and allowing his
hands to roam across her ass and between her legs, while his lips inhaled her
nipples. Teeth found the tender skin, pulling, while he sucked like a new born.

She moaned again, as his fingers found her clit, and he slowly, gently went to
work on it. Squeezing and rubbing it, he pushed her higher and higher, his lips
switching between nipples. Her fingers ran through his hair, soft moans and
shallow breaths passing her lips, eyes screwed shut. Finally, she regained
control of her fingers, and managed to open the fly on his jeans. Her hands
darted in, and found the treasure she sought. Stroking his growing hardness,
she giggled as he flicked his tongue across her nipple, and started a slow trek
up, keeping contact with her skin only with the tip of his tongue, from her
cleavage, all the way to her lips, where they kissed again.

"I plead temporary insanity when I broke up with you."

"I accept, and enter a plea of no contest when you did so, as well as
submitting evidence that I was stupid when I let you walk away."

"Great! Your punishment is hours of oral sex, to be served at the leisure of
moi."

"Well...your sentence is hours of watching chick flicks with me!" They laughed
again, as their lips meet, and his fingers again started work on her clit.
Squeezing harder and faster this time. She moaned out again, and before long,
she orgasmed over his hand. She was still breathing hard, as he lifted her up.

She knew what he wanted, and reached down, holding his shaft tight in her hand,
as he almost dropped her down onto him. She lifted her legs up, almost impaling
herself. A loud cry rose up, and she was driven back up, and fell down again,
by the action of his hips. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she held on
tight for the ride. Their lips locked, her breast dragging across his chest, as
they fucked with slow, strong, long strokes.

Cassie's squeezer her cunt down around Marks hard shaft, causing him to moan
into her lips, his pace increasing. Her one hand went back, pressing on the
table, trying to take control of the pace. They battled back and forth, with
him in clear control, but allowing her to try anyway. Slowly, slowly, slowly,
he could feel it build. She felt it to, and slowed him down slightly, their
lips parting, and his teeth once again teasing her neck, breasts, and nipples.
She cried out as he went faster, faster, bouncing her on his lap, and pounding
into her.

Neither of them could stop it, as first Cassie came in a crashing orgasm,
followed by Mark exploding in her. They both screamed, as Mark arched his back,
and pushed up into her like a piston in a high performance engine. Neither
stopped, as they fucked each other with abandon, their bodies crashing, and
Cassie crying out again, again, each time her clit spasmed under the assault of
his hard cock, driving her over the border again, again, again.

Finally she could take it no more, and collapsed on his lap. Mark wrapped her
up in his arms, and kissed her forehead, cradling her like a little baby.

"Uhmmm... I told you, you're a hard act to follow."

"I do try."

"Oh, that you do." She laid her head on his chest, as he opened the pack, and
pulled out some of the food he had brought.

"Ohhh, what fun!" She leaned back, as he opened the first container, and began
to feed her.

"What did I tell you!" Reba was happy as she had been in a long time. Chris
simply nodded, figuring that this time the relationship would be even shorter.
Reba had begged, pleaded, cajoled, and sucked his dick until he agreed to
follow his best friend. They both knew where Mark would go, and since Chris own
Sporter could never keep up with the Ninja, that was a good thing.

"You think it'll last this time?" His skepticism showed in his voice. Reba
walked over, her "Daisy Duke" shorts riding up into her ass.

"It don't really matter. I win the bet!" She had a triumphant look on her face,
something he had been afraid off. Standing before him, she slid down her
shorts, then laid down on the blanket they had spread out behind the bushes
that hid them from the her brother and Cassie.

"You know what I want..."

"Ohhh, the things I do for love!"

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