****** Mark and Chris 13: Fight, Break, Makeup by teybl@hotmail.com ******
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Mark and Chris 13: Fight, Break, Makeup


To Mark, there were two ways to cook. The dumb, with a apron, and the smart,
which meant that you wore only shorts, and flip flops if you felt like it. Of
course, he refused to do anything but the smart. Standing in the kitchen of
their apartment, he surveyed the three pots before him, a critical eye moving
back and forth from them to the cookbook propped open next to the stove. It was
his first excursion into the world of Chinese cooking, and as always, he was
his own worst critic. According to his mother, the absolute gospel of cooking,
anybody that could read could cook. So there was no doubt in his mind that he
could cook, but that was not enough. Anybody could cook, not everybody could
create a culinary feast, which he thought he deserved on this very day. He had
had a good day so far, and he had no intention whatsoever of ruining it. It was
after all a beautiful Saturday, two months into his first full time semester at
college. He hated weeks now, since they spent three or so hours every day in
class, followed by six to ten hours of work, and then either working out and
teaching class at the Dojo, or volunteering at the cities battered women's
office. And somewhere he still found time for Cassie. It amazed him. Obviously
he had learned time management somewhere, which was another thing that
surprised him about himself. Even more surprising to him was the fact that
everything so far was working out. Neither of the boys had yet pulled out one
of the many guns they owned, and blown the other away, and since they got over
their little spat with Reba, they had not had a serious argument. One could
count the true fights they had ever had on one hand, but to them that was only
one more sign of how compatible they where. Each of them had strengths, and
weakness, and they complimented each other. He looked across the counter, and
could see Chris bent over the papers spread out around him. He was working on
their budget, a obsession of his, and Mark trusted him fully with it. Chris
ability with money was something that simply amazed him. One would think (at
least their families, friends, and girlfriends thought so ) that they would
take the weekend of. Few things where further from the truth. One weekend a
month they served with their Marine Reserve Unit. And regardless of what else,
every Saturday, they field-dayed the apartment. Which was how this day had
started. Just that they had not stopped there, instead moving on their cars
after making their house clean enough for surgery. Then had come the bikes,
just because they had built up momentum. Only then had the two looked at each
other, and decided it was time to do something different.

Coupled with Marks new passion for cooking (neither of them had any idea where
it came from ), it made for a good combination. Mark finally decided that he
was on track with his recipe, something he felt was worth announcing to his
best friend, as he headed into the dinning corner, and began to laugh again.
Chris just gave him the finger.

"Fuck you, and the horse you rode in on."

"I'm sorry bro, but you look hilarious in those things." Mark got a hold of
himself, but started to giggle again, before turning away. Chris had recently
decided to get glasses, to relieve eye strain while working at his computer or
laptop. Mark thought that the funniest thing around, which he pointed out every
chance he got.

Chris ignored his friend, and went back to work at the laptop, trying to figure
out their budget for the upcoming six months. He always planned ahead at least
six months. Mark rarely thought beyond the next six hours, which was why they
made such a good team.

"OK...this is it." He waited and watched, as Mark put out two plates, both
filled to the rim with steaming food, followed by two large glasses of ice tea.
Mark was still experimenting with the perfect recipe for sweet tea, so it had
become a staple drink in their home, until he figured it out, and could move on
to something else. They both dug in, and after several silent minutes of
eating, Chris saw it fit to pronounce this food good, and his friend maybe not
such a horrid person after all. "I thought you'd come around." A finger greeted
the response, followed by rice flicked off a fork. "Quit that dude, I spent
hours laboring over your food, and now you play with it! Man, that ain't
right." Mark threw it back, then put a stern look on his face. Chris laughed,
and stopped, then put on a serious look himself, something that put Mark on
guard.

"We need to talk about something." Chris reached down, and picked up a manila
folder from the floor, dropping it onto the table. Several sheets of paper
appeared, and he searched through them, before placing a single one before
Mark.

The youth glanced down at it, before picking it up, and holding it before
himself upside down. "Weeeeeeeell....I don't know...all these numbers..." He
dropped it back onto the table, and looked at it, seriously this time. He knew
what it was. Once a month, Chris would compile a individual list for each of
them, with how much they had made, how much they had spent, how much they had
invested and/or saved, as well as their assets, financial aid statements, and
other assorted financial information he thought was important. Mark never
understood how Chris did all this in the one Saturday morning he invested each
month, but he did it, and somehow managed to keep track of their money, their
scholarships, trust funds, and investments. Mark had no mathematical ability
whatsoever, and had passed the Calculus AP exam only by the grace of god, and
the hard preparation of Chris. "Just shut up and listen to me." Turning the
laptop computer sitting in the center of the table (the boys where toy fanatics
) so that both could see the screen. Mark ignored the balance sheet that took
up half the screen, and focused on the picture behind it, his sister, which was
set as the background.

"What's up? You putting up pornographic images of my sister now?"

Reaching out, he minimized the quicken program, revealing his sister in all her
glory, in a string bikini, on the beaches of Florida. "Mark, I swear, working
with you is like trying to teach kinder garden." Chris smacked Marks hands
away, and brought the sheet back up.

"Now look at this, listen to me, and wait until I'm done..." That was as far as
he got.

"You know...you are like a woman. If I interrupt you, you lose your train of
thought..."

Chris hand shot up, palm out, face scrunched up. "Stop. Stop right there. Just
shut up and listen."

The hand went down, and for the second time Chris started up, pulling up a
graph of some sort. "You seeing this? Good, the blue line is the property value
now, and in the outer city for the next 10 years. The green line is the
property value here in the south area, now and for the next 10 years. You still
with me? Good, you see how the green line is below the blue line at the start,
and rises above it in five years?" Chris was slowly tracing the line, as Mark
studied it intently. "You know...I'm not a total idiot. And that hand thing,
did you get that from Reba? I hope your had habits aren't rubbing of on you
like that."

"Your sister told me to go slow when explaining things, and now, please quiet
on the set. Besides, I have no bad habits, according to your mother, who told
me the other day that I'm her favorite son." He ignored the finger, and
continued. It was a old joke anyway. His mother had always claimed that Mark
was her favorite son, and vice versa. "Now, as you can see, the place to buy
land and homes is here in the south area, right now, right?" Mark saw that, and
nodded, slowly realizing where this was going. "Very well then." Chris pulled
out two more sheets, and placed them side by side. "This is how much money we
can project to make over the next seven years, until we graduate with a Juris
Doctorate." That was their plan after all, and on paper, it looked good. Both
sets of parents had degrees beyond the bachelors, and both boys had been raised
with high expectations in the educational area. And ever since they started
working at the law firm their junior year, they had set their minds on being
lawyers themselves. "Now, lets say we where to buy a home now, and sell it
then, after all the money we invested in it, we could come out ahead up to
$85'000 a piece, and I don't think any less then $25'000. I ran the numbers by
Roger, and he agrees with, but he thinks I'm being optimistic." He leaned back,
and let the numbers settle in, while Mark stared at the screen, the sheets, and
back to the screen. He could almost see the wheels turning. Mark had a fiery
side, passion and energy that allowed him to act and think with amazing speed
when he wanted to, and it took enormous discipline for him to think something
through from front to back, then over again, and look for flaws. And he knew
that while Chris was almost always optimistic, he was also almost always right.
Just one more thing about him that amazed Mark when it came to money and
numbers.

"Are you fucking me?" The face of the younger of the two of them (if only by 33
days) was incredulous. "You want us to buy a house?" Mark looked back to the
information before him, and tried to figure out if Chris was kidding him, or if
he had just finally had Reba suck his dick to hard. "No, as a matter of fact,
I'm dead serious." Chris pulled out another sheet, and pushed it across the
table. Out of the corner of his eyes, his friend recognized addresses, prizes,
and rates of value increase, as projected by his some company whose logo was in
the top corner. "You are serious about this, aren't you?" He leaned back, and
looked at Chris, who only nodded. Mark shook his head, before closing his eyes,
and leaning back. "I'll think about it."

"And the overall winner of this years American Choral Competition is...South
Forest...," the rest was lost, as the over one hundred members of the various
choirs that the school had brought to the competition erupted in applause,
screams, and cheers. They had won it all, again. Not really a surprise,
tradition now after seven years of doing so. The ceremony ended, and the stage
was rushed by the thousand or so high school students from schools all over the
United States and Canada, as the lights dimmed and the music rose. The
traditional dance that always followed was in full swing, right in the middle
of closed for the night Theme Park.

Cassie tossed her hair back, sending one look over the assembled crowd. She was
not impressed, and it had been a while since she had even considered wasting
her time with one of the guys in her school. It was mainly Marks fault, ever
since halfway through her junior year he had "volunteered" himself to take her
to prom. She had known of his crush on her, and she had one on him for about as
long back as she remembered having a interest in boys, but still, until Reba
asked, neither of them would had been able to do anything about it. Mark loved
and respected his little sister to much to ever break their rules, even if same
did not hold true for his sister. "I know, nobody to dance with. Lets make them
all jealous, and dance with each other." Reba stepped up behind her best
friend, and ran long, elegant fingers through the curly brown hair that was
slowly working its way down her back, having just reached past her shoulders,
as she switched from the short summer style, to the slightly longer autumn cut,
in preparation for full length winter hair. She was slightly taller then
Cassie, and as they where both wearing heels, so her brown eyes could see above
her friends blond hair to survey the crowd. No, not very impressive.

"Ohhh, to bad the boys aren't here to see that one." They walked out onto the
dance floor, before embracing deeply, and swaying to the slow song. Cassies
green eyes seemed to laugh as they sang with it, bodies grinding against one
another, their skirts slowly riding up their respective legs. Around them, they
noticed that more and more guys where slowly collecting, not only from their
school, but from some of the others that where in attendance. For just a second
Cassie worried, but it passed, as she remembered where she was, and how many
teachers where around them. And besides, all the guys from her school knew the
punishment if they touched her. And the much stiffer penalty if they allowed
anybody else to touch Reba or her.

The song stopped, and the two girls turned, going back to back, as a new beat
rose from the hidden speakers. They both smiled, as Ricky Martins voice rose
over the convulsing mass of high school students. For just a second, it
bothered Reba. Chris loved dancing with her to this song, but he was not here.
To bad, it was kind of hard sometimes to get him to dance, he was rather picky,
which was odd, since Mark loved to dance. She smiled, going down, bending at
the knees, supporting herself against Cassie, who was doing the same. Both
extended one arm up, wrapping it around the other, while sucking on one finger,
eyes closed, swaying to the music. Both suddenly felt hands on their bodies,
and smacked them away. Reba's eyes came alive with fire, as she shot up, before
somebody pulled the offending guy away.

Turning, she faced Cassie again. They embraced, grinding tightly against one
another. Grabbing each others asses, they went down, dancing faster and faster,
sweat now flying off each other. Neither of them noticed it, but the circle
closed in on them, as their friends struggled to reach the dancing girls.

The song raced towards it crashing climax, as they lost themselves in each
other, bodies pressing into each other, their tight silk blouses providing no
shield from hot skin pressing into one another. Cassie's longer hair wrapped
around her friend. They came back up, as bodies pressed into them. This time
nobody pulled them away, and they looked past one another, realizing they where
surrounded by guys neither of them knew.

The song ended, the notes collapsing above them, and crashing down into the
bodies of testosterone driven young men, as they reached for the girls. The
supposed ringleader had requested the next song, a loud, heavy rap beat that
would start any second, and he knew it would cover anything that might ensue.
He was from Tennessee, and his boys school choir was made up of twelve guys who
had not seen girls so hot in years. The music started, but it was not what he
had asked for. It was something else...something soft. Cassie recognized the
music, and for some reason it calmed her, as her eyes went wide, chest rising
and falling, skirt still hiked halfway up her thigh, searching for a way out of
the bodies surrounding them, to her friends behind them. They where still
entwined, but she knew that Reba was already thinking of how to fight out,
something she had no taste for. But what else could you expect from the sister
of what had to be the most aggressive man she ever knew? Suddenly a voice rose
out of the concealed speakers, filling the arena with a melodic voice, and
sensuous notes. They both recognized the voice, and everything would be all
right, as the bodies around them parted like the red sea, and their boys strode
forward, Mark holding a microphone, and singing the words to Guns 'N Roses
November Rain. The girls rushed forward, finding the arms of their man, and
letting them fall shut on them, the eyes of each Marine daring the boys around
them to come forward, and get the beating they so richly deserved. None of them
did.

Cassie pressed herself into Marks chest, listening to him sing, with one arm
wrapped around her, moving slowly to the beat of a song that for some reason he
worshipped. Everything would be all right, she knew as her eyes closed. ."..I
can rest my head, just knowing that you are mine..."

"How did you get here? How did you get in the park? What are you doing here?
Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?" They had expected that, and
Reba was good to form. After dancing as long as she could without bursting, she
had dragged Chris off to the first table she could find, had him buy her
something to drink, and then started the interrogation of her brother and her
boyfriend.

"Well...lets see." The boys looked at each other, and shrugged. Mark started.
"It was all my idea..." Chris jumped in, in the seamless switch over that only
tight friends are capable off. "But I planned it all..." Mark took up the
thread again, making his sister look back and forth in a way that he knew she
hated. "But I made him do it..."

"Shut up, both of you!" Her hands came up, causing immediate silence, as the
little vixen stood between them, eyes on fire. "Now, Chris, how did you get
here?" As a answer, her boyfriend held up the type of envelope given to
customer by airlines to hold tickets. "But how did you get to the park." It was
Marks turn, as he held up the keys to a rental car. "How did you get in the
park? You had to be the member of one of the choirs to get in!" She pointed to
the special passes that they where all required to wear. Both boys reached into
their shirts, and pulled out the badges that they where required to carry with
them at all times as members of the EOD squad. "Ahh, geeez ma'am, we where with
that big group up there, chaperones you know..." Marks voice was literally
oozing charm, as he put on the sweetest face he knew how to.

"You make me sick." But the smile on her face told another story, as she
dropped into Chris lap, and planted a huge kiss on his lips. "Well, I'm glad
you are here." Cassie readjusted herself in Marks lap, before nibbling on his
neck. "You know, you could have told us." Mark smiled at his baby, before
kissing her forehead. "And ruin the surprise? No way." He kissed her, wrapping
her up tight in his arms.

"Well, ya'll can hang out all you want, we are going back." Standing, he threw
Cassie over his shoulder, and carried her back towards the music, while she
beat on his back, squealing. "They make such a cute couple." Reba was
scratching Chris back, who was purring, not really wanting to talk about
somebody else's relationship right now. "If you say so." She stopped, smacking
his back. "You better not give me those one sentence answers when I'm trying to
have a serious conversation!" An upset look, pouted lips, and a finger stuck in
his face where the punishment. He looked stricken, before putting on his best
puppy dog face. "Me sorry." She smiled, kissing his nose, before nibbling on
it, and straddling him. "You shouldn't do that." He sounded like a puppet of
TV, nasal and low "Why not?" She stopped long enough to ask, before continuing
her 'meal.' Chris slid his hands down her legs, gently scratching and teasing,
until he finally reached the soft skin of her thighs under her skirt, reaching
around as he grabbed her ass. "Ohhhh, cowboy!" She leaned back into his grip,
letting him squeeze, as she ground her pelvic into his crotch. He moaned out,
closing his eyes, and trying hard not to just throw her on the table and give
her a good fucking. "Are you as horny as I am?" Her voice was hot and raspy
against his ear, her tongue flicking out and across the skin, conveying the
heat she felt.

"Even more so." He leaned back, and pressed his crotch into hers, letting her
feel how hard he was. She reached down, and pulled her skirt out of the way.
The only thing separating their bodies now where his pants, and her panties.
She ground herself into him, eyes feverish, telling him how bad she wanted him.

"Why don't you two get a room?" The voice brought them back, as Reba spun
around to face Rachel. The girl was a close second behind Cassie in how close
they where, but she was rather...prudish. She had been dating Joe longer then
Reba had been with Chris, but she was certain that Chris kissed her more in a
day then the two of them had kissed in their entire relationship. To bad, from
what she heard Joe had a pretty good tongue, and Rachel was a nice girl, she
deserved a good guy.

"Because sex in public places is sooooooooooo much more fun, you should try
it." She winked at her friend, while spooning herself into Chris. She was
getting hotter, as he would bounce his hips up into her, literally stabbing her
with his hard cock, which was tenting his pants up under her skirt. God, she
wanted him!

"Thank you, but no thank you. I still think I'll save myself for marriage." Joe
made a face behind her back, and Reba began to giggle, which lead to Rachel
turning around, and punching her boyfriend in the gut. He doubled over, mocking
horrendous pains. "You two are soooo cute." Chris sounded like he meant it,
really. They watched as the two headed over to the rides that where being kept
open for the students prowling the park. "I think you and I need to take a
little stroll!" Reba had a specific spot in mind, grabbing his hand, and
literally dragging him towards the artificial lake, and some of the shops she
had seen there earlier.

It was dark at the waters edge, with large trees, and the "cowboy town"
providing shadows. They walked between two of the buildings, all the way down
to the shore, where a rustic wood fence saved them from falling in. Reba walked
all the way to the fence, leaning over it, and watching the reflection of the
slowly rising moon in the water. Chris walked back up, and picked a flower off
from the bed before the "general store," before standing behind her, and slowly
running it from her hand up her arm, across her neck, and then sliding it
behind her ear. His crotch pressed into her ass, and she made a point of
bending over, and pressing it back into him. She could feel his hands sliding
up her tummy, and cupping her breasts. She moaned, as he slowly massaged them,
one retreating, and sliding up under the shirt and her bra, pinching her
nipple, and rolling it. The other hand joined it, and he continued to
manipulate her breasts, touching the soft flesh, and caressing it.

"Uhmmm...and to think, I'd have to be without this for a whole weekend." She
moaned, leaning back, trying to bite him, but he evaded her. "Stop, this is my
show." His voice was a low, raspy whisper. He bit into her neck, holding her in
place, while his left hand reached down, and pulled her skirt up, bunching it
up around her waist. His hand slid into her underwear, fingers tracing across
her ass, teasing her sensitive anus. Moans echoed across the water, as his
fingers found her cunt lips, caressing them, before attacking her clit. One
finger went after the labia, one her clit, while the others opened her up,
flipping, squeezing, pinching, and rubbing her lips. She bit her lip, trying to
squeeze her legs together, trying to keep the feeling inside as long as
possible. The other hand continued to work on her left breasts, pulling the
nipple, his teeth working on her neck.

"Baby, baby, baby! Please...ohhhhhh!" She was trying to form a sentence, not
really knowing what she wanted to say, but needing to speak. One more thing
Chris loved about her, he loved vocal lovers, and Reba definitely was one.

"You don't know what you DO TO ME!" His fingers squeezed her clit, rolling it
between his tight fingers. She was moaning now, and suddenly he retreated his
fingers, wrapping his arm around her waist instead. Lifting her up, he placed
her feet on the bottom rung of the fence. She bent over, grabbing the fence,
and opening herself to him. He took one step back, his hands now grabbing her
waist, and tracing his tongue from the top of her ass to her pussy. Slowly,
slowly, slowly, slowly, the wetness worked its way from the flesh to her cunt,
lapping at her lips, tasting them, sucking on them, nibbling them, flicking
them. His teeth came out, holding them, biting carefully, as his tongue slid in
and out of her. He pushed in as far as it would go, then slowly pulled back,
dragging it across her clit. Reba was biting her lips now, so hard it hurt, but
there was no way she was going to scream as loud as she wanted to. Suddenly he
pulled back, then darted it into her ass, pushing it in, then pulling back,
flicking across her lips, then pushing back into her ass, his fingers flicking
her clit. Finally she could not hold it anymore, and cried out, shrieking
across the open water. He pushed his tongue all the way into her pussy, two
fingers spreading out her ass, sucking on her clit and biting it. The orgasm
washed across the girl, lights flashing behind her screwed shut eyes. She
squeezed the railing as tight as she could, sucking in air. Her juices flooded
his mouth, and he slobbered them up, licking all across her cunt. She moaned,
her body slackening, as he slowed down, and stood up behind her, slowly
lowering her back to the ground, while holding her up with one arm. The other
wrapped around her, gently caressing her face.

"Uhmmm, you are so good to me." Reba laid her head back, and they kissed, lips
meeting, sharing their love and passion for each other without words. "Can I
have the main course now?" Her voice told him how bad she wanted it, how could
he turn that down?

Reaching down with one hand, he quickly opened his pants, , reaching in and
freeing his raging cock. It was hard, and the second it came close to her
dripping wet snatch, it seemed to grow even more so. They kissed again, and he
pushed forward, entering her from behind. His hips pressed into her ass, until
he was all the way in. She moaned, rolling her hips, teasing him. He pulled
back, pushing in and out of her with slow, strong strokes. Their rhythms where
perfectly matched, and she could almost feel the blood pumping in and out of
the engorged member, as it thrust into her stimulating her higher and higher.
She bent over, pressing back against him, spreading her legs out further,
placing more weight on his hips, pushing him further up into her. A growl rose
from within her throat, and she breathed heavily, as sweat from him dripped
onto her back, his dick now pounding in and out of her, one hand on her hips,
guiding her, the other gripping her shoulder, controlling her, while his teeth
bit into her neck, devouring her. She arched her back, wanting to swallow the
pleasure that she felt, and keep it inside as long as she could. Her hands
gripped the fence, as her neck twisted from side to side. She knew she would
scream, but she wanted it to last.

"Scream for me baby...scream for your man." His hand struck the exposed flesh
of her ass, spanking her with one quick, fast motion, before grabbing her hips
again. That was all she needed to push her over the edge. "CHRIS, OHHHH
GODDDDDDDDD! AAAAHHHHHHH UHHHHMMMMMM..." Her voice tapered off, as she ran out
of air and energy, almost collapsing, as the orgasm raced through her. Her eyes
closed, heart beating frantically, almost hyperventilating, as he continued to
pound into her, then suddenly rearing back, and slamming it all the way home,
bouncing her forward, and pressing her stomach into the wood. She saw stars
from the force of the impact, as if being pushed over a abyss, as he exploded
into her, cum shooting into her, filling her tightness. It drove her into that
twilight zone between consciousness and bliss again, as another orgasm radiated
from her clit through her veins, pulling her back from the fall, and thrusting
her higher then she dared dream when she was not with him. A loud, incoherent
noise rose from her lips, as she gave voice to things she could never say, like
a animal announcing its mating, before sinking into his arms. Chris held her,
slowly turning his body and withdrawing, until he was leaning against the
fence, and holding her tight. She reached down, gently caressing his now limp
cock, covered with his cum and her juices. She felt drained from the
experience, but nonetheless, there was something she wanted to do. Sinking to
her knees before him, she took it in her hands, rubbing it over her face before
he could protest. The feeling of his sensitive cock tracing across her soft
skin made him gasp, as she slowly sucked into her mouth, tongue twirling around
it, as it grew hard again. It was Chris turn to hold on tight, as she began to
play with his balls, scratching them lightly, and rolling them in her fingers.
The dick slid in and out of her lips, leaving traces of saliva drooling down
her chin, as his hand found her hair, and she allowed him to fuck her mouth.
The back of her throat opened up, accepting him, and swallowing him whole.
Closing down, she squeezed it. He moaned out again, running his fingers through
her hair, touching her. Reba knew that after Chris came, it did not really take
that long before he would shoot again. Sucking harder, she worked it in and out
of her mouth, jacking him with her free hand, stroking the hard cock up and
down the shaft, as Chris tried to keep up breathing, instead of just sinking
into dreamy semi-consciousness.

It happened suddenly, more a surprise to him then her, as his cock twitched in
her mouth, then flooded her mouth with her second serving of cum. It spasmed,
spitting the salty liquid into her mouth, where she greedily swallowed it. Not
a drop was allowed to escape. Chris leaned back against the fence, putting his
entire weight on it, tilting his head back to the stars, and silently thanked
them for the little vixen he called his girlfriend. Reba stood up, leaning on
him, and his arms closed around her. They just stood there, breathing heavy,
feeling each others body. "You are the greatest." The voice was muffled as she
spoke into his shoulder. "Surpassed only by you." It was a game they played
almost every time after they had sex, trying to match each other in
compliments. "Fuck off. After all, I bet I had more orgasms the you." Chris
smiled into the darkness, kissing her softly. They could taste each other in
their kisses, something both found oddly erotic. "That is not a measure of
greatness. Quality, not quantity is what counts. And the ones I have are few,
but awesome." They kissed again, as she thought of a retort. She decided
against it, letting him have the last word, as he kissed her neck, and nibbled
the tip of her breasts.

Both turned when they heard somebody approaching from between the two buildings
that shielded them. Chris only saw the shadow, but just from the way it moved,
he knew it was Mark, and that made the other pair steps coming towards them
Cassie. "I knew you would be down here." The blond looked like she wanted to be
in a better mood, but was not yet ready for that. Mark looked down right
pissed.

"What's wrong?" Chris would have asked, but few people have faster lips then
Reba. She turned, and Chris used the shield of her body to retrieve his
flailing penis, and stick it back into his pants, zipping them as quietly as he
could.

"Your brother attempted to commit mass murder..."

"Did not! Some yahoo grabbed Cassie, and when I was about to lay him the fuck
out, she grabbed me, and dragged me away. So him and his buddies followed us,
and when I asked her what the fuck, he got between us, giving me all this shit
about how to talk to ladies, and blah, blah, blah, so he got smacked down after
all." Reba held up her hand, silencing her older brother. It was a gesture that
both of them respected, since the mouths in the Fields family could run like
race horses. "So then you proceeded to beat up all his little friends, who
rushed to his aid, right?" She was actually pleasantly surprised when he shook
his head.

"No. I was not allowed to do so, as Cassie got between us, again, and prevent
the exchange of pleasantries." That was a no-no, Reba knew that. Both of the
boys could get testy when somebody got in the way of them doing things their
way, but it was absolutely unacceptable to them for anybody to interfere with
their "physical security" as they both called it. She could feel Chris shift
uncomfortably behind her. He probably wanted to take Marks side, but would hold
his tongue until Reba was done.

"So you came down here?"

"Yeah." Cassie seemed to be getting more upset, so Reba took her hand, and they
walked off down to where the fence ended, and a beach had been made. "Can't
take you nowhere." Chris was actually smiling now. Mark could go zero to sixty
faster then a fighter jet, and was always ready to fight, at the drop of a
dime. It was one of the many differences between the boys. Chris would think
everything through, from back to front, and front to back, considering every
angle. It was not that he was opposed to fighting, he relished it, and was
actually better at it then Mark, at least when it came to unarmed combat, but
he would chose his battles with more consideration. "Fuck you." Mark sniffed
the air, and made a disgusted face. "Don't tell me. I want no details. But you
do have a rather interesting wet spot in your pants." Chris looked down, to
where a spot had formed in his crotch. He looked away, hoping that the darkness
would hide any possible embarrassing facial flushing. "You are one nasty
fucker. At least I try to restrain my sexual escapades to kosher environments."

"Hey come on, she..."

"Stop right there! I don't wanna know. But in the future, you know...bed? Back
seat of a car? A room, something?" Chris raised his hands, before trying again.
"I'm just saying, we where..."

"I told you, don't tell me." Mark was grinning now, and Chris realized where
this was going. "No fair, you can sit here with all this shit, and I can't even
defend myself. Fuck you, compadre."

"I can see you already did that tonight." Chris just gave him the finger, as
they started to slowly walk after the girls.

Some weeks are worse then others, and this one feel into the "worse" category.
Three tests came barreling at the boys, which required intensive studying. The
law firm where they worked seemed determined to out-litigate every other firm
in the city, seemingly suing everybody and everything at the same time, making
them race around town, delivering subpoenas, picking up witnesses, delivering
this, moving that, going here, being there, laced with overtime, and testy
lawyers, who where just as stressed as they where. Neither of them drank during
times like this (not that they really ever drank on other times), and neither
of them smoked, depriving them of any readily available stress relief. It was
their custom to start the day off by running five miles at a thirty five minute
pace, and to work out in the evening, or between classes and work, which only
kept the lid on it, not really taking away the pressure beneath. Tournament
season was about to start, and the Dojo where they trained was going to get
started at a peewee competition, so they helped out with the little ones,
something that was oddly a combination of frustration and elation. The
finishing blow for Chris was the battered women's organization they volunteered
with, with the men of the city seemingly trying to beat as many women as
possible, in within as short a time period as possible.

It was worse for Mark. The stress between him and Cassie did not disappear with
their return home, and she had told him that she was "reexamining the core of
their relationship," something that to him sounded rather un-Cassie like, and
he wondered who was feeding her that line. He countered by throwing himself
into whatever came at him, running himself dry by evening, and collapsing into
his bed for four or five hours of sleep, enough to let him function at peek
efficiency, but not enough to give him the energy to think about deep things
like his relationship with her. He stayed out of the way of Chris and Reba when
they bummed around the apartment at night, seeing Cassie only twice, both times
ending with strained conversation, and her storming out, slamming the door.

Friday hit, and the boys took the evening off, cleaning the apartment early,
since this weekend was their monthly ritual of the Marine Corps. Reserve. They
both loved what they did, and figured it would actually be a relief, something
that was true, as Saturday brought the entertainment of jumping from a plane,
working on fake bombs, and shooting handguns, three things they dearly loved.
They where done by five thirty, and decided to follow customs, sitting in the
noveau-fake-German-deli in the mall by six, showered, shaven, and clean after a
sweaty, but satisfying day.

"Ohhh, it makes it all worth it." They where sitting by what should be the
wall, but instead was glass, allowing them to see the to level below, where
people where strolling in the usual Saturday afternoon mall stroll, some
shopping, some not. Chris leaned back, closing his eyes for a second, and
breathing deep. He wanted to talk to Mark about Cassie, because he was worried
about his friend, but by unspoken agreement, they never talked about girls,
school, or work during their post duty endeavors. Reba would just have to
understand, even though she did not, why she was not allowed during these
excursions.

"Shit." The four letter word brought the almost dozing Marine back to reality,
and he followed Marks pointed finger to the floor of the mall, where a four
girls where standing around a young mother and her son, who could not be any
older then two or three. Their laughter drifted up towards them, and it took a
second for Chris to realize what he was looking at. Amongst them stood Lynn
Wheeler, one of their best friends in High School. He did not understand why
that was so bad, when it hit him suddenly. Her birthday was coming up this
week! The card inviting them to a "get together" on Tuesday had come in the
mail sometime last week, but in their hectic they had ignored it.

"You handled that business yet?" Mark was the unofficial buyer of gifts for all
their female friends, since Chris claimed he had a better understanding of
them, something he often doubted, but said anyway. The only response was a
shaking head. "What's the budget look like?" That was his standard dodge, and
implied way of asking how much he could spend, since the management of their
money was Chris domain.

"Looking good. You are close to the hard top, but we get paid three times this
week, so you'll be all right. Nothing out of the ordinary, no more then $50,
normal shit." Mark nodded, thinking where his money had gone this time. His
checking account was set not to allow him to go below $500, and when Chris said
"he was close to the hard top," he meant that he was within one hundred dollars
of that. If it was not for his friend, Mark knew that he would live pay check
to pay check. His ability to track money was about as developed as his golf
game. He had never gotten past putt-putt. "Ok...Bath & Bodywork's, or Victoria,
I'll find something." Those where his standard stores for females that he
really did not have the energy to think about, thrown in with a random gift to
keep them on their toes, like their favorite type of ice cream, tickets to some
concert, stuffed animals, flowers of a odd variety, something to let them know
that, "hey, this is still us."

"Your call." Chris smiled at the waitress as their food was served, Mark just
leaned back, groaning, and covering his face with his hands. The stress was not
over yet. And they where going diving in that muddy as river tomorrow. Go
figure his luck.

"Can I come?" Cassie was sitting on the bed, finishing her calculus homework in
what could only be called a thaw in their cold war, while Mark was finishing up
studying for his Criminal Justice Research class, and starting to getting ready
for Lynn's 'get-together.' He only shrugged, then rolled over so that his face
was under her foot hanging off the bed. "Sure. If you want to. Don't you have
school tomorrow?"

"Don't you have class tomorrow? And besides, the soph's are taking their
writing test, we don't have to go until third period." She leaned down,
watching him, as he flicked his tongue out, licking her toes, teasing in-
between them, and nibbled on the ends. She had to bite her pencil to keep from
giggling. Tilting his head to the side, he smiled up at her. "You better finish
your homework, or you ain't going."

"Then why don't you stop harassing me?" She pulled her foot up onto the bed,
and finished the last problem. She hated math, something else they had in
common. Rolling onto her back, she let her head hang of the bed, so that it was
level with his. They both turned their heads, so that their noses where rubbing
against each other, nuzzling their lover, while his hands reached out, and
caressed her neck and chest. She meowed into his chin, biting it, before she
sat back up, and walked over to the closet. Ever since they had gotten back
together, she had not only reclaimed the clothes she had left in his closet
from the first time, but made several additions to her "wardrobe-away-from-her-
wardrobe," something that he was totally opposed to, and would say in a
heartbeat. He did not want her exporting her chaos to his home.

"That's not nice...leave me hanging." Shaking his head, he stood up, and headed
into the bathroom that attached to his room, trying to decide if he needed to
shower or not. Cassie made the decision easy when she walked by him, dropping
clothes as she went. To him, there was something instinctively sexy about a
woman's clothes spread over the carpet. The water was hot, she had this weird
obsession with always showering under scalding water, as they held each other
tight, lathering the skin of their opposite with the gentle smelling liquid
soap. "Are you coming tomorrow?"

He really did not feel like talking right now, but since she brought it up...he
distantly remembered that the next day was the opening of the school play, in
which both Reba and Cassie had starting roles. And he could distantly remember
promising he would be there. "Yes, I shall be there, unless anything out of the
ordinary happens. Now, shhhhh." Cassie moaned, as his hand slipped between her
legs, soaping her inner thighs, fingers flicking across her lips, and teasing
her labia. Reaching up, she grasped the shower head, allowing him to continue
his ministrations. Mark stepped forward, kissing her neck, down to her nipples,
inhaling them, gently nibbling, sucking, and flicking. One leg came up,
wrapping around him, as the water washed across her skin, mixing the taste of
her, as he slid his hands around her waist to her ass, picking her up. Her back
slid up the cold glass, causing a sharp contrast, their eyes meeting.

Cassie leaned down, kissing her lover deeply and gently. Their tongues danced
back and forth, from mouth to mouth, until they had to come up for air.
Suddenly Mark stepped up, and pushed himself all the way into her, causing her
to gasp out loud, as the weight of her body pressed her down onto him, his hips
serving as final resting point for her ass. She moaned, as he began to press up
into her, using his legs to piston in and out, holding her with his arms.

Moans and screams filled the bathroom, as she bit his neck, his cock pounding
into her, her breasts crushed into his chest, nipples dragging across his wet
skin. "OHHHH GOD, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUUUUUUCK ME!" Her voice was high pitched,
providing encouragement he really did not need. His legs bounced her on his
hips, her hair splashing against the wall like so many snakes, providing a
vivid pattern of moisture and dryness. Suddenly her body seized up, tightening
around him, her legs seemingly pulling him into her, as her first orgasm raced
from her cunt through her body. Mark slowed down, slipping one hand around her
ass, and slowly pushing it up into her from behind, joining his cock in her
pussy. She moaned out loud, trying to push herself up, to get away, but there
was nowhere to go, as he began to rub her clit, flicking and caress it, his
cock now going in further, stronger and harder, in slow, steady strokes. Breath
came labored and hard to her, as she tried not to just let go and scream. Their
lips locked onto each other, eyes meeting, both blazing. He pulled his head
back slightly, mouthing the words she needed to hear to her, as he exploded in
her with violent fury. She threw her head back, a resounding twock against the
glass echoing, as another orgasm seized her, shaking her, mixing with his.

They where both breathing hard, as he slowly lowered them to the floor of the
shower, where they finished washing each other. "Hmmmm, what did I owe that
pleasure to?" She placed her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, content with
the world. "Why not?" Kissing her neck, he smiled at his baby. "Good question."

The term 'get-together' implied a small group to Chris. He should have known
better. If anybody was more of a social animal then Mark, it was Lynn. People
still talked about the graduation blowout they had had at her house, and the
grass outside still showed the burn-spots where the fire had gotten out of
control. They had dropped of their gift at the appropriate table, and then done
what Mark called "blending in." The statement was accompanied by his imitation
of Sister Act, which was pitiful. There was a reason Mark had never had the
lead in any school plays. Or supporting roles.

He looked around, watching as Cassie detached herself from her boyfriend, and
walked across the grass to the back of a blond woman on the other side. He
recognized her before she turned. "What a interesting addition to the guest
list." He smiled, and went of in search of his own girlfriend. Cassie was not
happy. Despite the apparent 'make-up' in the shower, Mark seemed to still be
holding somewhat of a grudge. Which presented a problem. Neither of them was
willing to admit that the other was probably somewhat right, and since neither
was willing to give in, they where not getting anywhere. She tapped Marva on
the shoulder, and when she turned, was surprised to get a hug from her. She had
always been worried when Mark and her had gotten back together, especially
because Ms Hallmacker taught her Senior English Class.

"Hey Cassie, what are you doing here? You aren't going to skip tomorrow, are
you?" There was a mischievousness in her voice, and Cassie wondered if that
drink in her hand was her first. "No, but I have to be there the same time you
do." They both laughed, before taking several steps over, to where they could
talk in private.

"I need to ask you something about Mark."

"Sure, what is it?" Marva smiled. She had encouraged Mark to get back together
with Cassie, the entire time she had been screwing him (or he screwing her), it
had been fairly apparent that he missed her. He would never have admitted it,
but she knew him to well for that. But she also knew of the trouble in their
relationship. There are few rumor mills like a high school, and since she
advised the school newspaper, she heard most of them. As Reba had put it,
"there are sharks in the water, and they smelled the blood Cassie had spilled
from what Mark had done." It was a interesting analogy from somebody who wanted
to be a doctor.

"It is just that he...is being odd. I mean, you heard about what happened,
right?" The older woman nodded, and Cassie continued. "And he can't seem to get
over it." She shrugged. Marva did the same, before sitting on a the green bench
by the pond.

"You know...just to look at this from his point of view...Mark feels very
strongly about safety, and control of the space around him." Cassie nodded. Few
things where as important to him, or Chris for that matter, as "lateral space
dominance," a term he had taken from one of the books he always seemed to be
reading about the Marine Corps., and history in general, to explain why he did
not like people coming close to him, or invading his private space.

"And when you did what you did, he probably felt just a little threatened. And
now he wonders what else there is." The teacher took a sip from her drink, and
wondered why the two of them worried about such complex issues. As long as Mark
and Cassie where screwing, they where fine. It seemed that every time they
stopped, something seemed to happen. "We both know that Mark has a rather large
ego, and that if he feels threatened, he reacts in weird ways. This is one of
them." Cassie sat next to her, stretching out. Her skirt rode up, and before
she noticed it, somebody was tapping her on the shoulder.

"Nice view." It was Max, who would play the lead in the play, and who was
generally considered to be the cutest guy at her school. No real match for
Mark, but she was biased, and they had dated when she was in tenth grade. His
kissing wasn't up to par, but she had heard he had corrected that since then.

"Hey Max." She straightened out her skirt, embarrassed, and slid over, making
room for him. "Why aren't you out there enjoying yourself?" He waved across the
pond, to where lights had been hung in several trees, providing a lighted,
almost perfectly circular area, where a mass of bodies was dancing now. Cassie
looked up, and she could see Reba dancing with Mark. The two made a perfect
pairing. There had been many people who mistook them for boyfriend/girlfriend,
since they looked nothing alike, and where both rather physical towards each
other, even if it tended to be punching and smacking. "I was counseling her."
Marva's voice chimed in, and Max said hello to her as well, before turning his
attention back to Cassie.

"Yeah...is there anything I can do?" He seemed genuinely concerned, and Cassie
wondered if he was. She had been wondering that ever since last week. It had
been Max that told her that maybe she needed to reexamine her relationship, a
topic Reba was silent on. The last time either of the Fields siblings had
intervened in the relationship of the other, Mark and Chris had ended up
beating the crap out of each other.

"Not really...I mean." Cassie put her face in her hands, and started talking,
incoherent sentences at first, then reliving her entire relationship with Mark
from the day he took her out to prom. It seemed like ages, what was not even a
year yet.

"Well...it I mean, I don't really know him that well, but maybe he is just not
your type." He shrugged. Two years younger then her boyfriend, when Mark still
attended South Forest, the boys had moved in opposite circles. Mark was a
athlete, Prom King, loud mouth, and a bully who ruthlessly hunted those who
might consider dating his sister, and that he considered unworthy. Max was a
actor, a choir member, not really a nerd, but he represented the more laid back
side of the extroverted spectrum, where Mark showed of the high-intensity end.
Where Mark was a tsunami, Max was a slow rising tide. She laughed. "I don't
think so. I love him. Mark is what I've always dreamed off. It is just...him. I
have what I want. But what I want...is not what I want. Am I making sense?" She
noticed that Marva had walked away, and she was alone with Max. He took her
hands, looking into her eyes. "Yes. All I'm saying is that you need to think
about your future here."

"You should think about yours, and what it will look like when I break your
hands off, and you have to live the rest of your life with stumps." The line
was deployed with the ice that only one person was capable of, at least in
Cassies opinion. Mark stepped out of the shadows, eyes on fire, body hunched in
the aggressive posture he only assumed when he was ready to fight. Max withdrew
his hands, standing up. "Ain't no need for that. We where just talking." He
walked around the bench, putting himself between Mark and Cassie. "Do continue.
I'm not interrupting, am I?" Mark stood more erect now, which was not
necessarily a good sign. He advanced, until only inches separated him from the
shorter boy. "All I was telling her is what I think."

"Do tell." Marks hands where flexing, and finally Cassie had enough. "Mark,
stop it. Just leave us alone for a second, I need to talk to Max." There was a
look in his eyes that she had not seen before. A coldness, a viciousness that
she could not understand. Suddenly he just spun on his heel, and stalked off
towards the main house, just as Reba appeared out of the darkness.

"Well! I bet that went well." She did not seem happy either, pulling her friend
away from Max. "What are you doing?" Cassie yanked her arm free, and looked at
her.

"Do you know how Mark judges people?" She did. He had a innate gift to read
body language, and what people where communicating without talking. "And do you
know what your body was languaging?" Reba-speak for something really dumb.
Cassie leaned back, then shook her head. "We where just talking..." She was cut
off, when Max walked up, putting his arm around her. "Reba, can you excuse us
for a second, we just needed to talk about something." The look in Reba's eyes
rivaled her brothers.

"Max, when my brother kicks your ass like you so richly deserve, I hope I'm
there to watch." She turned, and took the same path her older sibling had, but
much faster. Cassie shook her head. Now she realized what Reba meant. Mark had
often said that "perception is reality," something he seemed able to relate to
everything. She pushed Maxs arm away, walking towards the house. "I have to go
see if I still have a ride home, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I'll give you a ride." Cassie did not know if that was a good idea, but she
accepted anyway. Home was home, after all.

And the ride was pleasantly short, only ten minutes, which they spent talking
about the play. It wasn't until they got there, and he got out, walking her to
the door that she became uncomfortable. "I'll see you tomorrow?" There was
something in this smile she did not want to be there. "Bright and early." She
smiled, as he suddenly stepped forward, and kissed her lips. It was a short
peck, before he stepped back, a embarrassed look on his face, but before it was
even over, Cassie sensed that something was wrong. Her worst fears where
confirmed, when she heard a heavy car door slam shut.

She looked across the cul-de-sac, and from between the two houses across the
street, the jet black Camaro with the gold jump wings on the front came
shooting, racing down the street, and disappearing around the corner. "You
better be going." She turned, walking inside, where her mother was sitting on
the couch, reading.

"You leave with Mark, and come back with Max?" Cassie did not have the energy
for that right now, and just ran up the stairs to her room. She would have
called Reba, but she was pretty certain Mark had beat her to the punch. Now
what?

"This is turning out to be another bad week!" If the phone had not been
cordless, he would have slammed it down, so instead, he just threw it on his
bed, as he raced down the hallway, banging on Chris door. The same instant, his
pager went off, but he already knew what the message was. His friend appeared
in the door, dressed only in shorts, and not opening it far enough to allow
Mark to see Reba slipping into the bathroom.

"Yeah?"

"Get dressed, possible device at Northeastern High, Jamie is stuck in traffic
somewhere, and nobody knows where the fuck Randy is." Chris threw the door
open, as Mark ran back to his own room, and threw on his uniform. They meet in
the hallway several minutes later. "REBA, IF I MAKE IT BACK IN TIME, I'LL SEE
YOU LATER!" Both ran to their cars, both popping the trunk. Quickly, they
hefted Chris duffel bag into the back of Marks, before jumping in. In times
like these, Mark was the default driver, because he was considered the faster,
safer one. "Man, this sucks." It was just three hours until the play was
supposed to start.

Cassie was mad. Not only had Mark missed the opening, but the show on Thursday
as well. She could understand the opening, as she had seen him on the news
afterwards, joking with several cops and other EOD personnel. It had not been a
bomb, just one of the many threats that where nowadays being leveled at
schools, except that this one was accompanied by a propane tank with some sort
of box with lots of wires attached. On Thursday, he had been gone again, but
Chris had been there, and told her that he had to go brief people from the
state law enforcement authority on what had happened, because he was good at
stuff like that. That was very nice and neat, but was she ever going to get her
boyfriend back? Zipping up the dress that represented her first of three
outfits in the play, she watched as Reba walked around the dressing room,
helping the members of the cast, who where not as experienced at the plays as
the Seniors where. It was Friday, and she did not know if he was here or not.
Chris was, she knew that, and it made her jealous. Why did Reba get the one who
showed all the consideration, all the concern? It was not that he was perfect,
the two of them fought more then her and Mark did, but they also made up more.
There was a chime, the signal to get into places, and no more time to think
about it. Reba smiled at her, and before Cassie could walk out of the room, she
went, 'psssst!'

Cassie looked over. Reba blew her a kiss, winked again, and went back to work.
She was not on for another ten minutes.

Mark had never liked the high school auditorium. During his senior year, he had
been on Student Government, running on the platform of "all activities
outside," while his friends spread the rumor that he would make it easy for
people to skip at the outdoors events. It had obviously worked, as the football
team had elevated its star quarterback to president of the student body, and
taking over almost the entire executive cabinet. Popularity at its finest. Him
and Chris had served as event coordinators for Jackson, who really did not care
about the whole president thing, he just wanted it on his college application.

But he still did not like the carnivorous structure, sitting on the right side
halfway down, next to his best friend, who was trying to eat dinner as silently
as possible. Mark figured it better policy to wait until the music started,
after all, the sub bread was nice and crunchy. Turns out, it wasn't a play
after all, but a musical, more then less. He settled back, looking down at the
flowers he had brought for Cassie. Marva had called him last night, telling him
he was acting juvenile, and that she knew how much he loved her. "So why not
just get over yourself, and make up with her?"

The bows where over, the lights came on, and the cast looked around. One more
show to go, and this one had gone great! No problems, standing ovation (which
was expected from their families and friends, which made up the majority of the
audience), but they where happy nonetheless. Cassie and Reba hugged, laughing
the laugh of the happy, as they always did. They could both see their parents
coming through the crowd, when Cassie felt a arm wrap around her waist, and hot
breath on her neck.

"You do know that dress went out of style years ago, right?" Her boyfriend
planted a soft kiss on her neck, presenting the three roses, one red, one
white, one yellow, in the same motion. She did not know what to say, taking
them, spinning, and jumping into his arms. "Ohhh my god! I though you weren't
coming!" She grabbed his face, kissing him, long and deep. "And miss seeing you
sing and dance? Almost as good as a strip club." They held each other,
squeezing the other tight.

"Which seems like the right venue, don't it." Chris kicked himself. He had seen
Max approach his best friend, but not thought anything of it. He let go of
Reba's hand, trying to make it across the stage before Mark did anything
stupid. He had not heard the words that Max had spoken, but he was a pretty
decent lip readers, and the sarcastic look spelled instant overdrive, at least
it would for Mark.

"Can I help you?" It was a snarl, not a real statement, and did not really want
a answer. "I'm just saying. You are absent for a week, and show up like this."
Mark was stunned. Who did this joker think he was, criticizing his relationship
like this, and talking to him like he actually cared. Marks body separated from
Cassies, moving faster then her hands could hold him back, covering the
distance in two steps. The cast spread out, and Mark was dimly aware out of the
corner of his eye of Chris racing towards him from one side, and Marva and
several other teachers from the other. "Do you have a fucking problem?"

"I think you have a..."fucking" problem. At least when I was with her, I did
not fuck around on her with her own..." He never got to finish. Marks hands
where moving. Chris saw the pattern, knew that Mark was going to go for the
neck and eyes, and really did not blame him. But he got there first, pushing
Mark behind the props still decorating the stage, and taking the blows.

Mark was stronger, and the second his best friend stopped moving, he pushed him
away, but Chris held on. He took the flailing elbow to his head, and dragged
Mark out of the fire escape, pushing hard, and thrusting him down the stairs,
his entire body behind the attack. They both fell, rolling on the grass,
separating like wounded animals, and coming up. Chris was first, hands
outstretched, breathing hard. "Mark, listen, clam down, he's not worth it,
think about what you stand to lose, calm down, clam down!" They where circling
each other, and Mark wanted to hit SOMETHING, SOMEBODY, ANYBODY! It took
several seconds, but he took a deep breath, and stopped.

"Fuck THIS!" He looked across the parking lot, and walked to his car, Chris
following him. "Where you going?" Mark was not really sure, but made a snap
decision. "Uptown." The hand gesture asked if he was coming, so Chris complied,
sliding into the passenger seat of the black Camaro.

Cassie was sitting on the floor of the living room of their apartment, not
really sure if she should scream or cry. She had wanted to hit Max herself, but
Reba had prevented that, telling her to calm down, everything would be all
right, Chris would talk to Mark, she just needed to relax. She never even heard
the words that the boy said, just all of a sudden Reba whirled around, and
punched him smack in the face. That would cause a black eye. He had been so
stunned, he had landed on his ass, and it took four girls to hold the raging
Reba back from inflicting more permanent damage. Now she was pacing the room,
ranting and raving, while drinking her third Doctor Pepper. She claimed they
calmed her down, something Cassie doubted with all the caffeine it contained.

"Where are the boys now?" Reba stopped, shrugging. "Chris called me on his
cellular. They went to visit some friends downtown." The look on her face said
that was all she wanted to say, which was why Cassie sat up. "Who? Where?" Reba
sighed, shrugged again, and told her friend. "You remember Mary Siegler? The
girl Mark dated his senior year? Yes, good, she and her best friend are
strippers at the Gentleman's club now, so they went to see what was going on
down there." She shrugged. They had both heard most of the boys stories of
strip clubs they had visited while with the Marines (their stories of tattoos
seemed to almost always be linked with stories of strip clubs), and Cassie had
learned early that Mark had a odd fascination with sitting in one of those
places, and just watching guys go crazy over women that they could not have. He
thought it funny. Suddenly, she sat up, her eyes gleaming, and a evil smile
spreading across her face. If the mountain would not come to her...well, she
could always go to the mountain. "Reba, I have a idea." Her best friend
listened, the disbelief in her eyes growing larger and larger.

The boys loved height. The house they where looking at possibly buying ( Chris
was as convinced of this idea as of any he had ever had, but Mark was about as
skeptical as he had ever been of his might-as-well-brother) sat on a small
hill. And their favorite strip club allowed one to look down the hill, and see
the lights of the city below. It made a beautiful backdrop to the very
exquisite atmosphere. Unlike the strip clubs they had first experienced. It had
started when they started turning eighteen, the entire football team always
heading to the local strip clubs downtown, which where only a step above the
dives they had later experienced outside of the military bases where they
completed their training with the Marines. So Mark had come up with the theory
that, the further away from a military base, the higher quality the club. The
Gentleman's club was clear evidence of that, even though it was run (of course)
by a man who had retired from the Marines, and then retired again, from the
state police. They sat at a table only several feet away from the main stage,
both with a glass of their favorite poison before them, and a bottle of wine in
a bucket of ice in the middle of the table. It was courtesy of a group of guys
in suits in the corner, who had heard from several of the strippers that the
boys had been on the team that searched the high school for bombs. Mark turned,
as Platinum (her real name was April, but her hair had been colored "platinum"
for so long, that everybody called her that now, even the two of them, who had
graduated high school one year after her) approached the table, down to Chris
ear, and whispered for several seconds, before walking off.

"What was that all about?" He turned again, as another one of their friends
placed another basket of hot wings (they only got the ones rated "nuclear") in
the middle of the table. "Somebody bought us food, nothing." Mark did not
believe his friend, but he was still to steamed to think about trivial shit. He
had actually toyed with the idea of car bombing Max.'s Jeep, a idea that Chris
had shot down ("come on, what if he shares a car with his sister?"). The next
thought had been to simply hunt him down, and beat the fuck out of him, which
had been ruled out on the grounds that "the time involved was to large." Ambush
to and from school was out, as Chris pointed out the amount of traffic, so now
Mark simply sat there, and stewed in his own anger at the fact that he would
not be allowed to exercise the rage within him. Well, he had a Peewee
Tournament to coach tomorrow, maybe that would help.

The lights dimmed, as one stripper left the stage, collecting up the money,
smiling and waving as she kicked her clothes to the back, and the announcer
came back on.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen. I would like to introduce a special presentation for one
of our guests...uhmmm, introducing the lovely...Miss Kitty." Marks head shot
up. He called Cassie that, every time she talked about getting a cat, which she
could not, because her step father was allergic to them. The lights went out,
and there was the hiss of the jets shooting out the artificial fog, which began
to float across the stage. He heard somebody approach from behind, but his eyes
where locked on the stage entrance, cloaked in darkness. Chris leaned forward
next to him, holding his breath.

The entrance was stunning, lights flashing, blinding both of them for a second,
then pyrotechnics exploded next to the entrance, smoke shooting out, as the
heavy, hard and fast beat of Whitney Houston's "Queen of the Night" started
out.

Cassie stalked out onto the stage, dressed in high heels, a long, black robe,
and who knew what beneath it? Her movement was fluid and aggressive, coming to
the edge, grasping the two poles that went to the ceiling, her eyes finding
Mark.

In the same instant, he managed to blink away the dazzle, his sheer
determination burning through the blinking spots. His eyes locked with Cassie,
as she dipped between the steel bars, licking her lips at him. His legs where
first, shooting him straight up out of the chair, but somebody behind him
pushed him back down. His head shot around, and Reba smiled down at him,
nodding towards the stage.

He twisted his neck again, wondering about whiplash, as Cassie danced for him.
Everybody in the room could see her, but he knew it was for him. The robe fell
away, revealing a lacy teddy, with the dark shadows of something else beneath.
He wondered how far she would go, but it did not matter. Her movement was more
sensual then anything he had ever seen before. She had stripped for him before,
but not like this, and his mind was to stunned to even register where all the
blood in his body was fighting to be. The song was not very long, and as the
last seconds started, the jets hissed again, cloaking the stage in smoke again.
The lights flashed again, blinding everybody for another second, and she was
gone, like a wraith, a dream they had all just had.

Mark wanted to jump on stage, and race after her, but he knew Reba would not
let him. "Can I get up?" He looked at his younger sister, wondering how they
had pulled this one off. "Just to let you know, this was not my idea. And wait
for a second." She turned, dropping into Chris lap, while looking around. This
was her first strip club. She picked up one of the wings, smelled it, and made
a face. Next she smelled Chris glass, which got the same treatment. Finally,
she took a sip of Marks, knowing full well that he would probably have a fit,
but that what he was drinking was also not likely to invoke a gagging reflex.

"Hey, don't do that. Somebody's gotta be able to drive tonight." He looked up
again, as Platinum walked up to the table. "Wanna come with me?" She took his
hand, leading him first towards the front, the ducking through a hidden door,
up a small flight up stairs, and into the hallway that lead to the several
smaller rooms. She opened one of the doors, and he walked into what he figured
was a dressing room. There was a couch, a vanity table, two chairs, and a small
fridge. "Wait here, and don't go anywhere, OK?" She winked at him, and he sat
on the couch, energy cruising through him. For the first time he realized that
he was hard as a rock. That was good for a small smile.

The door opened, and Cassie walked in, the robe draped over her again. He
stood, clapping as she entered. A embarrassed smile crossed her face, but he
opened his arms, and she came into them, knocking him back down onto the couch.
Their lips meet, long and passionately, as he pulled off the robe, gently
exploring her soft, warm skin. She straddle him, button for button opening his
shirt, hands running across his hard chest underneath, moaning as he inhaled
her nipple through the teddy. Her back arched up towards him, pressing her
breasts into his face, as the other was gently caressed by his hands. The other
hand slipped under her ass, squeezing and holding it, sliding her forward, and
until her crotch was pressed into his. His hands moved around the, stripping
her slowly. She leaned down, biting his nibble. A groan came out of his lips,
followed by a growl. She raised up her hips, allowing him to pull of her
panties. Her naked body slipped into his hands, and he touched her everywhere,
moving slowly. His lips touched her, her lips, her forehead, her eyes, ears,
neck, shoulders, kissing every inch of her skin. Down her chest, sucking on her
nipples, nibbling on them. Licking underneath her breasts, he moved around her
ribs, under her arms, down her back. His tongue reached out, licking her ass,
teasing her anus, down between her legs, up to her lips, into her pussy,
finding her clit. Putting her down on the couch, he kissed down her thighs,
slowly, biting the soft flesh of her thighs, until he reached her toes. Cassie
had her hands over her face, moaning into them, as he reached her toes, sucking
them, nibbling each toe individually, and licking in between them. His tongue
reached out, flicking them sole of her foot. She giggled, as he began the slow
trek back up. Tracing up and down, round her knees, and between her legs.
Slowly, slowly, slowly, he got closer to her musky cunt. The smell was
overpowering, something he loved. It was distinctly her, and he could never get
enough of it.

His tongue found her clit, licking it, flicking it gently, one hand placing her
legs over his shoulders, the other toying with her breasts. Her hands came
down, one covering his, as they both rolled her nipple, pulling and squeezing
it. She moaned, her other hand running through his hair, telling him what she
wanted.

His teeth took her lips, holding them, while his tongue flicked them. Slowly,
he traced up and down, moving in slowly, until he found her clit, sucking it
gently, and holding it. Wrapping it up, he squeezed, then rolled it back and
forth, his tongue pushing in as far as it would go. Dragging it back, he
pressed it across her clit, slowly, slowly, making her squeal. Her legs
squeezed his head, pulling him in.

Mark increased his pace, dipping his tongue in like a probe, back and forth,
moving faster and faster, nibbling on her, his hand moving down, and joining in
the fun, teasing her ass. She arched her back, as two fingers slipped inside
her ass, spreading it out slowly.

He increased the pace again, sucking her clit, holding it with his teeth, and
flicking just the tip with his tongue. His lips rubbed across the base, the
teeth squeezed the center, and the tongue worked on the tip. There was a low
moan, filling the room in a way that drove him crazy. He sucked harder, making
her scream again. Cassie pushed her crotch into his face, as a orgasm flooded
her. He lapped away, sucking up her juices, moving faster. His fingers plunged
in and out of her, driving her higher and higher. Another one ran through her,
racing from the back of her brain, down her spine, and exploding out her clit.
She shook, his tongue retracting, shooting into her ass, licking her, fucking
her ass with his tongue, then returning to her clit, first blowing cold air
over it, then suddenly inhaling it, and biting down.

She screamed, as her last orgasm had a after quake, shaking her again,
collapsing her into the couch. She was sweating, breathing heavy, as he slowed
down. His tongue gently lapped at her cunt, teasing and caressing. There was a
purring noise, as she beckoned him up towards her. Mark came, slowly, kissing
up across her tummy, sucking on her nipples, nibbling them. Finally, he reached
her neck, bit it playfully, and looked into her eyes. Leaning down, her lips
caressed his, tongues dancing back and forth, saying things that words could
never express.

Sliding down, she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock.
"What are you gonna do with all that?" She was giggling, as she reached down,
stroking him, velvet hands on his hard shaft. "I'm gonna stab you with it."
They kissed again, as he stood up, sitting on the couch. She straddled him, her
back facing him, hand grasping his cock. Slowly, slowly, slowly, she lowered
herself onto it. Mark held her hips, watching his cock disappear into the
sweetest pussy he had ever enjoyed.

Finally, he was buried in her to the hilt. Slowly, she controlled the rhythm,
sliding up and down. Her pussy squeezed him, increasing the friction of him
pushing up into her. His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, playing
with them while she fucked him.

Their breathing was hard and ragged, as she went faster, faster, faster. He
couldn't take it anymore, his hips bucking up into her, bouncing her own his
lap. Her cries filled the room, and he could fill the familiar tightness of his
balls ready to shoot. She felt it, too, as she reached down, scratching his
balls, rolling them, squeezing them gently. Mark moaned out, pinching her
nipples. She arched her back, calling his name, as they both orgasmed at the
same time, cum mixing in her body, driving her crazy. The feeling of his cum in
her womb was something that always excited her, and this time was no different.
Her body seemed to squirm in his hands, mouth open, but no noise coming out,
until she finally collapsed into his arms.

He wrapped her up in his arms, cuddling her tight. Their lips meet again,
slowly, tenderly, until she broke the kiss, looking into his eyes. The anger
that had been there earlier in the night and the week was gone. He smiled,
kissing the tip of her nose, and she giggled, closing her eyes, letting him
kiss her again.

"I love you Cassie. Despite anything else, no matter what, I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I know."

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