****** Mark and Chris VII: Explosive Love Making by teybl@hotmail.com ******
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Mark and Chris VII: Explosive Love Making


The street was light by the flashing gum ball machines of dozens of cop cars,
fire trucks, EMS vehicles, and ambulances, as well as the lights of the news
media, and those who simply came to watch. Mark pulled of his black fire
retardant hood, and pulled out the canteen clipped to the back of his right
hip, taking long pulls from the cold water, before offering it to Chris.

"That was fun." A evil grin was slowly spreading across Marks dirty face.

"Right from the part where I could see inside the motherfucker."

Chris shook himself, then took a long drink of water. "It" was now safely
inside a steel containment box, and was a 6 inch by 9 inch by 5 inch "device"
that had been found at the bottom of the Central Banking Elevator shafts. For
some reason, the five shafts connected, into one main electronic controller,
which is where the maintenance technician had found it. He had called the
police who had called the boys Marine Unit, which was responsible for the
handling of all EOD materials in the city, since neither the city nor county
had their own Bomb disposal teams.

And since Chris was on duty this week, it had fallen to the two of them to go
down, and dispose of "it."

"You should take more humor in this job."

"Jumping out of planes, that was fun. Diving under ships, that was fun. The
idea of losing fingers and eyes does not appeal to me."

"Ohhh come on." Mark stopped, and they both snapped to rigid Marine Corps.
attention as their Captain walked up, before he waved them at ease. "Good job
down their, and don't bark at me." They started to yell back the expected thank
you, but stopped.

"I saw the clothes in your car, where the hell where you two?"

"My sisters spring concert, sir."

"She'll be pissed...damn women, aren't you dating her? You let your sister out
the house with him? I always knew you where a idiot." He looked around, not
waiting for a answer, then pointed towards one of the TV trucks.

"Fields, I want you to talk to the woman running that crew, she did us a favor,
we do her one. Don't fuck this up either. She said she wants to talk to one of
you two, and I know Ranker here can't talk to women, so it's up to you."

Mark shrugged, and ran his fingers across his high-and-tight haircut. It had
been cut yesterday (by Chris, no less) in expectations of his sisters concert.
At least he looked presentable above the neck, he thought, since the rest of
him was clad in black EOD gear.

"Will do, sir."

Chris smiled, and patted his friend on the back.

"I'll catch a ride home, you go have fun. Not to much fun of course."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"That means that you and Ms Hallmacker have been a happy couple for 3 weeks
now, and wouldn't it be nice if one of your relationships made it past the one
month mark?"

"Fuck you! Besides, we aren't a couple. We are friends with really good
benefits."

"Ohhhh! Well, excuse me!" Chris smiled, shaking his head at the brother he
never had.

"Whatever you say, dog. But just remember...you've been lucky so far. We where
lucky down in that shaft. So please, don't go around using up all our good
karma, huh?"

Mark smiled a evil smile, deciding to not fuck his friend back now, and nodded.

"10-4, I've got you loud and clear. Now get out of here, and you better shower
before you present yourself to my sister." They locked eyes for a second, not
needing to say it, before heading in opposite directions.

Mark made his way to the media circus, avoiding several other crews, until he
got to the converted van that seemed to serve as a mobile TV studio/anchor-
room/office/breakroom/editing studio, from the look of it. Rather impressive,
in his mind. Unlike the other crews, this one looked at least semiprofessional,
and clean cut, always important to Marines.

All of them had on clean pants and shoes, and wore matching wind breakers, with
the exception, of course, of the woman-reporter, which made her a easy mark. He
looked into the van on his way past it, and saw that the interior was neat and
organized, the way he would expect a professional woman trying to prove
something to be. Ohhh well...

"Excuse me, I'm looking for whoever is in charge..."

"That would be me, hi, I'm Katherine Winders."

"Corporal Mark Fields, United States Marine Corps. Explosive Ordnance Disposal,
reporting as ordered."

She laughed, and waved him over to the van.

"Can you tell me what happened out here today?" He looked around, ensuring he
was not on candid camera, then told her about the "device" they had found, and
that it contained no explosives, only wires, and a primitive timing device
coupled to a smoke grenade. No details where skipped on how Chris had disarmed
the timer, and how Mark had opened it, to ensure it could be moved.

"Impressive work. Do you do this often?"

"First time that wasn't a practice exercise."

"Wow...can I get a statement on tape?" Mark shrugged, and 20 minutes later, it
was done. Followed by her giving a live report, which he refused to participate
in.

"If you don't mind, there are some other questions I would like to ask." Mark
shrugged his shoulders, then inclined his head towards his Camaro, parked
further up the street amongst several patrol cars.

"Sure thing, but I would like to get out of this gear, body armor gets heavy
after a while you know. And I haven't had dinner yet. I came from my sisters
concert, we where going to take her out, but that fell through, obviously. So
if you want to ask anything else, you'll have to accompany me to dinner."

"Ohhhh, I get to chaperone a handsome young marine!" She laughed again, as they
walked towards the car.

"So where are we going?"

"Wherever you like."

"There's a good Chinese place up the street." She pointed, and past the
barricades and onlookers one could see the outline of what Mark took to be a
miniature Chinese wall.

"Sure thing."

"You know...sometimes I'm not sure if you going to the Marines was a good
idea." Reba had a serious look on her face, as she put the finishing touches on
the supper she had cooked Chris upon their return to the apartment.

"And why might that be?"

"What if it had been real?"

"There has never been a incident with a real bomb in this city. The expertise
is not as widespread as you think. And even if, we where lucky that they found
it before somebody put a elevator on it. That would have been real fun." He
looked up, and smiled at his baby. "You been watching Speed again?"

"I'm just saying! What if!" She stood before him, hands on her hips, eyes on
fire. Chris loved her like this. Her big brown eyes looked like storm clouds,
with lighting just hovering inside, waiting to strike. Her brown hair was swept
behind one ear, and flowing freely in the wind coming through the open window.
Her curls where slowly working their way back to her face, and he could not
resist. His hands came up, and pulled her into his lap, their lips meeting,
slowly, gently, until she was spooned into his body.

"Don't worry...be happy...wooooohooooooo ohhhdoooooo..."

"You so can not sing..."

"I get no support."

"So then I graduated college, and decided to show 'em all!" The food had been
delicious, but Mark wasn't sure that Katherine (call me Kaiti) should have had
that third glass of wine. Everything was slowly becoming a joke. He waved for
the check, and slipped his check card into the appropriate slot, and handed the
leather pouch back.

"I'll drive you home. Where do you live?"

"Ohhhh, now I get a personal escort..." She giggled again, and inclined her
head to the side. Her tongue slowly snaked out, and she licked around her lips,
eyes closed, teasing him.

Mark inclined his head the same way, and took a good look at the woman before
him. She had strawberry blond hair, just past her shoulders in a cut that he
was certain required maintenance at least once a week. It framed a cute face,
which was dominated by sensuous full lips, and sparkling blue eyes. His eyes
trailed down, across her neck, and down to the swell of her breasts. Not to
large, and from the way her arms and legs looked, he knew they where firm.
Working out does that. Her curves continued down to her ass, which he could not
see now, but had admired earlier.

Her eyes opened again, and she smiled at him, before whispering. "Let's go."
They walked out of the restaurant, and down the ramp into the parking garage.
Mark had backed into the spot all the way in the back, aiming straight up the
ramp for easy exit. He unlocked it with the remote, and walked around to the
passenger side, opening the door for 'Kaiti.' She walked around, smiling.

"Ohhhh, what a gentleman." She leaned forward, and flicked her tongue across
his lips. Mark closed his eyes, and replied in kind. They separated, only their
tongues touching, playing back and forth, teasing and caressing, until she
started giggling again.

"You're a good kisser." She slid into the car, and straightened out her skirt,
still giggling.

"Women." He headed to his side, and barely got in the car before she leaned
across, and pushed her tongue into his mouth. His hands came up, holding her,
as he kissed her back, their tongues battling furiously now. Her hand trailed
across his chest, and found what she was searching for, sliding into his jeans,
and stroking his growing dick. He moaned into her kiss, and she increased her
efforts. Mark didn't want to be left out, so he replied by slipping one hand
down the back of her neck, gently massaging her, then moving across and down,
until he was cupping her left breast. Darting down, then up, he got into her
blouse, and began to pinch and flick her nipple.

"I feel like a horny teenager."

"That's not a all bad feeling." They where both out of breath, and looked at
each other. Kaiti slumped back into her seat, and giggled again. Slowly her
hands came up to the bottom button on her blouse, and she slowly began to
unbutton them, one by one. Mark watched, not moving, just enjoying. After the
blouse was open, she undid the front clasp on her bra. Mark pushed his door
open, just a inch, reached up, and undid the T-top on his side, pushing it into
the trunk, to which she only giggled again. Pulling up her skirt, she slid
across, and into his lap.

"Hey there..."

"Hello, fair lady." They kissed again, her hands taking his face, and holding
it, as her tongue savaged his mouth. She was a forceful kisser.

Mark slid his hands down her back, one scratching her slowly, the other cupping
her ass, squeezing and playing with it. She moaned again, and continued her
assault on his lips. Her legs spread, and she crushed herself into him. One
hand left his face, and she fairly ripped his belt open, tearing at his zipper,
and pulling it down as fast as she could, and going after what she wanted.
Meanwhile, his roving hands had found their own treasure. Sliding up into her
from underneath, he put one finger in her cunt, and one up her ass, in one
smooth thrust. She cried out, and arched her back, moaning out loud, and trying
to wiggle away from it. No chance. Pushing in and out of her in a slow, gentle
rhythm, he flicked her clit, and teased her ass.

"Ohhhh, you're one of those."

"I'm me..." Their lips meet again, and this time she did not let go. Reaching
down, she took a hold of his cock, and raised herself up just enough. Pushing
down, she sat on his cock, impaling herself on his hardness and finger. Another
cry filled the garage, as she started to fuck herself on the hard Marine.

Mark put one hand on her hip, and began to fuck himself up into her. Using his
hips, he bounced her on his lap like a rag-doll, fucking her harder and harder.
Each scream was a little louder, and each thrust a little harder. Their lips
came together once more, and he was just as forceful as she was with her
kissing. Their bodies clashed, over, over, in what seemed more like a fight for
dominance, then love making.

Mark never pulled out his finger, and while his cock was pounding into her, he
began to feverishly frig her clit, rubbing, squeezing, and flicking it with his
finger, pushing her higher and higher. She squeezed her cunt as tight as she
could, and it drove Mark crazy. They both knew they could not take much, and
she felt it first. Releasing his lips, she bit into his shoulder, breaking skin
even through the t-shirt, as she chomped down. Then reared up, and screamed out
loud. A evil look came over Marks face, as she jammed himself up into her. She
screamed again, her body wracked with orgasm, and he shoot his load of cum up
into her, filling her tight cunt. She moaned, as he kept fucking her. His dick
was still hard, and she still felt it, as she came again. It was to much, and
she collapsed atop the young black man, wrapping her arms around him.

Mark kissed her, then realized how much noise they must have made. He worked
downtown, and he knew all garages where patrolled at night...time to go! He
dropped her off 15 minutes later, and raced home.

"You know...why don't you just move this table into your room?" Reba had her
legs wrapped around Chris waist, her back once again pressed into the table,
which was becoming their favorite spot to make love when they where alone.

"Sounds like a plan...but I don't think your brother would approve."

"New rule Chris...don't mention Mark while we are fucking."

"No problem." He accompanied the answer by thrusting himself into her again,
driving her over the edge once more. His lips went down, inhaling her left
nipple, and flicking it with his tongue. His cock drove into her again, again,
again, just as it had for the last half hour, bringing her all the way to
orgasm, then backing off, and holding back. But this time she wouldn't let him.
Her feet pressed into his ass, and years of dancing and gymnastics had left her
legs stronger then he thought! Not that he wanted to stop this time. He pounded
into her, as she screamed encouragement's and obscenities at him.

"FUCK ME, OHH GOD, FUCK ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

"YEAH BITCH, YOU LIKE THAT...OAHHHHHH!"

He couldn't hold back anymore, and simply exploded into her, each burst
accompanied by another hard thrust into her. She screamed out his name, and
then simply spread out on the table, a big smile on her face.

"Uhmmmm, you are so much fun!" They kissed, and he laid atop his baby, catching
his breath. They both jumped as the door opened.

"Hey...WHAT THE FUCK!" Mark immediately spun around, covering his eyes, and
began reciting the lords prayer. Chris was slightly faster, managing to cover
himself and Reba somewhat with the table cloth. He jumped up, and pushed
everything on the table to the floor, making a huge mess, but he didn't care.
Wrapping Reba up in the sheet, he pointed her to his room. "Go, go, go, go,
go!" She did, running into his room, as he threw her clothes after her, then
pulled up his pants.

"Can I enter the temple of Eros now?" He did so backwards, hand still over his
eyes.

"Very funny. You can open your eyes now." Mark did so, and began to look up,
blinking and wailing.

"I think I've gone blind. Ohhhh, god, please, save my soul..."

"OK, that's enough, don't you think."

"I can't believe you where having sex with my little foot on the table. And
look at the mess you made. Tsk Tsk Tsk." They both walked over, and began to
clean up.

"Listen, Mark..."

"Don't say anything. I don't want to know any details of your sex life with my
sister. In the future we will try for better communication." He turned around,
still shaking his head, and turned on the TV, going to a local news station.

"Hey look, that's me." Chris looked up, just as Reba walked back in, dressed in
a pair of his sweats now.

"Reba, we have to talk. You can't keep wearing my clothes!"

"Why not?"

"SHUT UP!" Mark focused on himself, then turned, and smiled at the couple.

"I look damn good on TV!"

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