Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2005 05:26:54 -0400
From: SSch191950@aol.com
Subject: The Lizard, part 4, chapter 2

THE LIZARD, part 4: Inverno
by Stefan


Comments are welcome

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Alessandro's trial was held separate from Marcello's and Dante's
trial. They were accused with dealing in drugs and pills at the Casino; and
in addition with the kidnapping and unlawful detention of their brother
Luca.

On the 3rd of November, a Tuesday, the families gathered in front of room
389 in Florence' court house. The press weren't allowed inside so they all
pushed themselves into the corridor to shoot the best photo of Alessandro
di Gondi-Lucertola. He demonstratively held Luca's hand - a fact Luca was
proud of. They could think what they wanted. Niccolo had come as well as
Giano and his boyfriend Tino, taking a break from their studies. Rosso was
there and Carolina as Tristano oddly realized. And Vito was at his side of
course. They would all have to give their statements. The trial was
expected to last for two days.

Someone tapped upon Tris' shoulder. "Ciao, bello. How are you?" Sergio. He
was looking as good as ever. And next to him Alfredo, a bit more slender
than he had been before. They had both called regularly to see how Tristano
was doing.

"Well...." Tristano pointed helplessly to the mass around them.

"Your new boyfriend?" Sergio asked, looking over to Vito, standing a bit to
the side, getting the people under control.

"My friend", Tristano answered. "Perhaps he will be more, some day."

"You should hurry, bello, before someone else takes that gorgeous thing
from you." Sergio winked and slapped Tristano's butt. Thankfully it didn't
hurt anymore. Alfredo grinned at him. Probably he hadn't had such big
problems as Tristano had. Good for him. His eyes searched for Vito. Their
eyes met. Gorgeous was the right word, Tristano had to admit to
himself. Pure man. Strong in body and mind. Before he could think he had
reached Vito and pulled him around the corner, away from the jumble of the
crowd. "What other things we can do?" he asked out of the blue.

Vito's face was a question mark. He held Tristano tight though and tried to
fight the urge to kiss him. But he hadn't expected Tristano's boldness. He
pressed his lips upon the all too red ones and sighed into Vito's mouth. A
flash of light illuminated the rather dark corridor. Vito looked up, then
he let go of Tristano and marched straight to the press photographer. "No
photos are allowed of the witnesses, buddy. Give me the film, please." He
stretched out his arm determinedly.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" The photographer, a young Fuzzi with
dreadlocks looked amused.

Vito pulled out his police id and held it under dreadlock's nose. "The film
is confiscated. Avanti."

Dreadlock muttered something like 'faggots among the police'. Vito took him
by the collar of his shabby cord jacket. "Another word and you can say
good-bye to your job, capisce?" He took the roll of film and put it into
his pocket. Then he shooed dreadlock away. Calmly he turned and asked "What
did you ask before?"

Tristano, impressed by Vito's self-assured behaviour, blurted, "I asked
when will you be ready to try out all the other things we can do. How about
tonight?"

Vito pulled Tristano to his side by his belt and kissed him. "It's about
time you asked."



It was a delicate matter. Alessandro had given Fergola the go-ahead to tell
the complete truth. Fergola started with the attack on Tristano d'Astangli
and Alfredo Domenica. The culprit had turned out to be the late victim
Raniero Riefoli. That the circle of young man, gathered around Alessandro
Gondi, did not immediately go to police with their information, was due to
their youth.

One after the other Tristano and Alfredo had to give evidence, then
Luca. Fergola stated the details of the close relationship between
Alessandro and Luca Montori and justified Alessandro's strong motive, to
help him out of his predicament.

Vito watched the reactions of the judge and public prosecutor. Surprise was
painted on both faces. Especially when after a break the door opened once
more and Leoni da Firenzuola di Gondi-Lucertola entered the hall. A slight
baby-belly stood out under her coat. She flitted to the last row and sat
next to Arrigo, Alessandro's uncle.

Alessandro grew a shade paler, but immediately he lifted his head and
stared straight into nothing. At any other time he would have enjoyed this
trial and the attention it brought. But today all he wanted was for it to
end. He knew what was waiting for him and he had no illusions that he would
escape unharmed out of this predicament. For a long time he had gone
through the months that he would have to spend alone in youth custody,
separated from everything that had made his life liveable. But hadn't it
been always that way? Hadn't he always been alone? His eyes searched for
Luca, sitting bravely in the first row next to the other witnesses and
tried to smile at him.

"I think the strong ... let's call it by its name, signores e signori
... relationship between Alessandro Gondi and Luca Montori contends a
strong motive for Alessandro Gondi." The prosecutor started with controlled
and accentuated words. "Luca Montori's friend Tristano d'Astangli had been
hurt. He had been hurt badly. To be precise: he had been raped." He paused
for effect. "The public prosecutor's office has discovered that the
murdered Raniero Riefoli and two of his... " he lifted his shoulders, and
obviously searched for the right words, "friends?" he suggested, looking
around, "was the culprit, the DNA-test has convicted him post mortem. So
far so good." He paused and licked his lips.

"The motive for the rape was the hatred of homosexuals. When Alessandro
Gondi heard that his boyfriend Luca Montori had been held at the
aforementioned Casino he tried everything to liberate him and to take
revenge. Alessandro Gondi had learnt that this Casino was Riefoli's
favourite hide-out, after the police had searched for him to no avail. When
Alessandro Gondi did not go to the police department to report his
hypothesis, it is to be assumed that he intended to start a personal
retaliation campaign."

The prosecutor paused once more. He rose from his chair and looked directly
at the judge. "Alessandro di Gondi-Lucertola had the full intention of
starting a fight. He was full of scorn. Remember, his friend had been so
badly hurt that a hospital stay was necessary and his boyfriend Luca
Montori was in danger. He feared, Luca Montori would share the same fate as
Tristano d'Astangli. And therefore he was not bothered in the least how
hard he hurt Raniero Riefoli. Alessandro Gondi wanted revenge, no matter
what evil it would bring. And he got it. He took the stone and let it crash
mercilessly upon Raniero Riefol's skull. Alessandro Gondi is a clever guy,
he must have known what force a stone of that weight would carry."

Alessandro jumped up, his face red. "I never had any intention of killing
anyone. Those filthy swine just got what they deserved!" Fergola dragged
him down and hissed some words into his ear.

The judge ogled at Alessandro while the prosecutor sat down and looked up
to the judge who indicated to Stefano Fergola to begin his speech.


"Signore Giudice. Much was said today. I stress that it was the wish of my
client Alessandro Gondi to tell the complete truth without exception. It is
his wish that you learn his real intentions." His eyes briefly touched
Leoni. "It is no secret in this town that Alessandro Gondi - though married
- feels attracted to his own gender. In a modern, tolerant town like
Firenze it never was a problem. Until intolerance started to visit us,
creeping into our town, forced on by ignorance, brutality and
stupidity. The late Raniero Riefoli obviously belonged to this category of
human. He and his gang broke into the circle of young man who did not
pursue any other thing in their lives except to be happy."

A disapproving sound came from the prosecutor's side.

Fergola shot him a glance. "We contest Alessandro Gondi wanted to take
revenge. All he wanted was to prevent his boyfriend Luca Montori becoming
another victim of rape. This, and nothing else, was his sole intention when
he challenged Raniero Riefoli on the evening of the 15th October. It was
neither a cowardly ambush nor a surprise attack. The gang of Raniero
Riefoli had to have been prepared that Luca Montori's absence would not
remain unnoticed. Therefore they were prepared for a fight with any help
they could get."

He paused and glared at the prosecutor. "Everything you said before is in
Alessandro Gondi's favour. His boyfriend was in the clutches of a
rapist. Alessandro Gondi feared his boyfriend would endure the same brutal
attack and rape as Tristano d'Astangli had to endure. This was a strong
motive to start a fight to rescue him. Nothing more. Our witnesses have
given statements that Raniero Riefoli fought hard and threatened Alessandro
Gondi's life."

"Thank you Signore Fergola", said the judge. "The prosecutor has here some
informative photos." He handed them over to the court usher and he gave
them Fergola. "I take it you know of these photos?"

Stefano Fergola took them. "Yes, Signore Giudice." Alessandro bent over
them and then jerked back. They were photos taken shortly after Tristano's
arrival at the hospital.

"You see the injuries?" the judge asked.

"I see them", Fergola said.

"Don't you believe that this sight was reason enough to set free hatred
against the culprits?" the prosecutor asked. "Unbridled hate which had to
be satisfied? Alessandro Gondi wanted to hurt the offender as much as his
friend had been hurt. Even more so. He wanted to let them feel how it was
to be bashed. He even would have accepted death."

"I protest decidedly against that. Your statement is pure speculation. You
do not know the thoughts of my client."

The judge nodded. "We will close the session for today. We will continue
tomorrow 10 o'clock sharp."


Stefano Fergola sorted the papers into his folder and looked at
Alessandro. "It will be alright, Sandro. They won't sentence you for
manslaughter though I can't promise you an acquittal." His dark eyes with
the lachrymal sacks examined Alessandro carefully. "It will probably come
down to grievous bodily harm resulting in death." Alessandro reciprocated
Fergola's look. He was aware that the judge didn't seem to be very friendly
and therefore he hadn't any hope for a lenient sentence.

"I'm at my office, you can call me any time." Fergola rose. "See you
tomorrow."

"Thanks for all you've done. I know you're doing your best", Alessandro
said what he thought would be appropriate.  Fergola gave him a thin smile
and went out of the court room, Arrigo at his side, talking to him.

Luca wanted to hurry to Alessandro but Leoni stepped in his way. She placed
herself in front of Alessandro and hissed "You've made a fool of me in
front of all these people!"

"Who cares about that now, Leoni?" Alessandro said tiredly, trying to shove
her out of his way.

"You forget I carry your baby and my husband...", she lowered her
voice. "fucks with boys. What do you think you're doing here? Aren't you
ashamed?"

Suddenly Alessandro's face carried such an expression of hatred that Leoni
jerked back, startled. He brought his head close to Leoni's face and
snarled "This shit I'm sitting into happened because of narrow-minded
people like you, Leoni da Firenzuola. Accept what I am. You're paid well
for that. And now get out of my sight."

People stood and watched the scene; some with amusement some with
deprecation. Pitiful eyes touched Leoni who turned with a beet red face and
sailed out, searching for Arrigo. Alessandro's somewhat regretful stare
followed her. But he hadn't the desire to care for his wife. In his
thoughts he chewed at the word wife and spat it out. He had other problems
now.

Luca waited for him at one side. He took his arm and dragged him out into
the corridor. They were awaited by photographers who shot photos of the
couple which would make the headlines in the tomorrow's newspapers. Vito
went to stop them, but Alessandro didn't bother. His coming out was now
official and his marriage with Leoni has been outed as a complete
farce. Good. He wrapped his arm around Luca's waist and kissed his ear. He
hoped the photos would be great.

Vito grinned at him from behind, his arms folded in front of his
chest. "Good show, Alessandro. See you tomorrow then."

"No way, you're coming with us", Alessandro objected. "Let's celebrate the
first day of my trial."

"Celebrate?" they asked unison.

"Work is calling", Vito said, lifting Tristano's chin and giving him a
brief kiss. Tristano looked disappointed. Vito whispered into his ear "I
call you later, promise."

"Alright then ", Alessandro said, " let's go." He took Luca's hand.



Tristano stood in the kitchen of Palazzo Gondi and together with Tino
cooked Spaghetti Bolognese. Tino stirred the meat in a huge pan, chopping
tomatoes and mushrooms and wondered about the madness of having a banquet
on this actually sad day. Alessandro had plundered his wine cellar. When
everyone was seated around the large kitchen table Alessandro
toasted. "It's good to have friends", he said. "Although I'm not sure if I
deserve them." He screwed up one eye. "Or why." He looked into the
half-grinning faces and emptied his glass in one go. Then he threw the
glass over his shoulder where it smashed on the kitchen wall. "That's how
the Russians do, right?" he exclaimed. "Drink and forget and start once
more."

Luca stared confused at him. He was putting on his own fare-well party
although there was still one day of trial left. He must be convinced that
he would be sentenced for a long time. "Eat", Alessandro said after he had
taken another glass and had poured himself more of the wine. "Tris, you
outdid yourself", he grinned and winked at Tino. "And you should apply for
the position of his kitchen-boy when he opens his first ristorante."

"You have to go into prison tomorrow?" Luca asked, when the laughing had
subsided.

"Fergola says no. I have a few days left." He locked his eyes with Luca's;
a promise to use them well. "And now let's not talk about it, alright? Tell
me about Pisa instead", he said to Giano. "Have you been in the pathology
lab already?"

"Madonna, no. Not in this semester."

Tino grinned at him meaningfully.


                 *

A bit tipsy Tristano returned home and decided not to wait for Vittorio's
call. Probably a policeman was never off-duty. In that case he wouldn't be
disappointed. But he was about to pour himself a glass of water when the
doorbell rang. Of course it was Vito and Tristano's heart suddenly pounded
in his throat. Vito's sight always knocked him over; his physical presence
was overwhelming though not threatening in any way. From behind his back he
conjured a single white rose and grinned mischievously. "I found out you
like roses."

Tristano wished Vito couldn't see his blush. Why was he so damn shy with
this man? Vito peeled off his jeans jacket. Under it he wore a black
polo-neck jumper. He looked staggering handsome and Tristano hurried into
the kitchen to put the rose into a tall glass. "You want something to
drink?" he shouted into the room and immediately returned with his bottle
of water and another glass. "Oh, you surely won't want to drink water,
right?" Like a startled hen he scurried back into the kitchen and came back
with a bottle of wine.

Vito stood in the middle of the room with his arms folded in front of his
chest and arched brows. Suddenly he caught Tristano, wrenched the bottle
from his hand and held him tight. "Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to
do you harm." He lifted Tristano's head and placed a soft kiss upon his
lips. Tristano didn't struggle, but instead he wrapped his arms around
Vittorio's narrow waist. Naturally his body fell against Vito's. He felt
the long, fighting fit legs and the broad shoulders. "Water's fine", Vito
murmured at his ear. "If I drink alcohol I'd fall asleep instantly." His
lips were following a trail from Tristano's ear lobe along his neck to the
shoulder. "Say I should stop and I'll stop", he continued to murmur, but
Tristano wanted anything but to stop him. Although something deep within
him screamed a no, because his body wasn't ready for too much affection.

"Is that your TV in the bedroom?" Vito asked, suddenly listening. "There's
something about the trial." He stepped into the small bedroom and set
himself in front of the TV. Tristano sat upon his bed and stared at his own
face on the screen. "Do I look that shitty?" he mumbled when Vito let
himself fall next to him. "Huh?" Vito's eyes started to glisten but then he
listened to the man reporting from the courthouse. "I had a thing for
Alessandro Gondi", Vito admitted then. "His marriage was really
ridiculous. I wondered why he had to do it."

Tristano slid higher upon his bed and kicked off his shoes. "Did you have
him too?" he asked.

"Alessandro? No. You?"

Tristano shook his head.

"May I?" Vito had kicked off his shoes too and waited for Tristano's ok to
lay beside him. "But you had three-somes with the callboys, right? They are
famous for it", Vito said, leaning sighing against a pillow and yawned.

Tristano didn't answer. His whole body was tensed up. And Vito smelled so
enticing. It was good to lay next to him. After a moment of silence he
realized that Vito had fallen asleep, his head had sunk upon his shoulder
and he looked peaceful like a little boy. Tristano grinned. On the TV the
German screen adaptation of Donna Leon's "Aqua Alta" started but he
couldn't be bothered to watch the unalluring, though most sensitive
commissario Guido Brunetti. Instead he leaned against Vito, closed his eyes
and cautiously stroked Vito's chest and his face. When his hand slipped
under his pullover Vito stirred and opened his eyes with a start. "Shit,
did I fall asleep? Damn." He rose to a sort of sitting position and looked
down on Tristano. "I'd better go."

Tristano rose likewise. "Then why did you come when you have to go now?"
Bolder he grasped Vito's arm and pulled him closer. He didn't know what
Vito read in his eyes, but he suddenly pulled his pullover over his head,
leaned over and pressed his lips upon Tristano's. Heat radiated from Vito's
body and his scent became stronger. Tristano's fingers slid lower and
stroked lightly over Vito's abdomen and caressed his thighs. He was sure he
felt a bulge that was larger than usual. Vito purred almost
inaudibly. "Shall I stay here?" he asked and felt Tristano's nod.

Undressing went almost by itself and it didn't take long until both were
naked except for their underwear. The flickering light of the TV-screen
illuminated Vito's olive coloured skin. A dark down, almost invisible,
spread over his chest. It felt so soft when he embraced Tristano to kiss
his neck, letting his hand wander down, pushing back Tristano's tight
underpants. Without looking he held Tristano's expanded organ lightly in
his palm and rubbed the skin slowly up and down with his thumb. Tristano
wanted to scream. But this time with pleasure.

After a deep look into Tristano's eyes, Vito's head disappeared, caressed
Tristano's upper body and stopped at his most sensitive part, that was hard
as it hadn't been in a long time. And all that Tristano could do was close
his eyes and enjoy the pleasure Vito's tongue, mouth and teeth was giving
him until he screamed incoherent words in reality.

Vito been stroking himself and as he lay his heavy body upon Tristano's he
felt both puddles of semen mingle together. "Was it alright?" he asked
quietly. "Shall I go now?"

Tristano opened his eyes. "Are you mad? When do you have to get up?" He
held Vittorio very tight and felt the body under his fingers relax. The
last thing he thought was that he could easily fall in love again.


              * * * * *

Alessandro's friends had given testimony on the second day of the
trial. They told how Alessandro had gathered them to help out a friend who
had been held in the clutches of some unfriendly, primitive hooligans. It
had been a real set-to but nothing else.

Rosso confirmed this statement by telling that Raniero Riefoli was about to
rape Luca Montori and before he could go to help Alessandro had flung
himself upon Riefoli's body and both had a dangerous fight. He stressed
that Riefoli had tried to strangle Alessandro who had taken up the stone in
self-defense.

The judge sat sleepily like an overfed frog and glared occasionally at
Alessandro. In opposition to his agonized appearance his brain worked
quickly and sharply. Point A) Gondi was gay and probably fucking all the
other queers in town. Point B) He was keen on Luca Montori and wanted him
for himself. Point C) Luca Montori was at the Casino with dozens of willing
girls, ready to increase his range of experience. Point D) Alessandro Gondi
wouldn't allow him to fuck with a girl. Point E) Was Luca Montori telling
the truth at all? Him being "kidnapped" by his own brothers? Point F)
That's ludicrous.


After the lunch break the hooligan's evidence was heard. From all of them
saliva had been taken on the same night of the 15th October. Tristano and
Alfredo had been confronted with the people present at the Casino. Alfredo
had recognized his rapist as well did Tristano his own. They had been
quickly found guilty because of the saliva-tests. The rest of the louts,
being witnesses to the fight, described Alessandro and his buddies as an
armed gang, ready to smash in their heads. In the same breath they assured
the judge that Luca Montori was at the Casino voluntarily.

The judge lifted one of his heavy lids and glared again at Alessandro. It
was about time that this scum with a noble name came off the streets. And
those greasy louts with him. He allowed the woman from the youth welfare
office to speak, who described Alessandro as an adolescent who had never
needed to be responsible for anyone except himself. He lived for the
day. "Everything changed when he met Luca Montori. I got the impression
that he developed strong feelings for this young man. I believed that he
was caring for him and his welfare. Nonetheless I am convinced that
Alessandro Gondi's psychological structure is immature. He is led by
feelings and momentary moods, who force him into thoughtless and impulsive
actions. If it comes to a sentence, I strongly recommend using the juvenile
law."

"Thank you." The judge nodded to her. "We'll close the hearing of evidence
here. You have the final word." His heavy eyes looked at Alessandro.

"I have nothing more to say than I didn't intend to kill Riefoli"
Alessandro said with firm voice. "It was an accident. I was defending my
own life. He deserved a beating. Or is allowed that the bashing of faggots
goes unpunished?" Alessandro's eyes glared fierily at the judge. An angry
young man who showed no remorse.  Mumbling came from the audience.

The judge did not need too long to verbalize his judgement. From his paper
he read: "Alessandro di Gondi-Lucertola will be sentenced to three years
and eight months for grievous bodily harm resulting in death. I could not
find any sign or remorse in the young man.

Alessandro di Gondi-Lucertola is guilty of forming a mob with the intention
of selfjustice. The town of Florence can not tolerate this anarchist
behaviour. In the result of the brutal fight - it stood at nine versus five
- a young man has found his early death and only Alessandro di
Gondi-Lucertal is to be held responsible. He will be delivered to the youth
custody prison at Poggibonsi. I hope this will be helpful in taming his
rebellious being."

Luca flopped back upon his stool, searching for Alessandro whose face was
unmoved. Fergola patted his hand and talked quietly to him. Murmurs filled
the hall. Giano was taking Luca's hand and he felt Rosso's arm around his
shoulder. He shook them all off. He couldn't bear their pity nor their
compassion. With a hanging head he left the hall and was caught up by his
father. Niccolo had followed the trial until the end, but now he was
shocked, especially when he had to see his son. The prospect of the trial
of his eldest sons didn't make him happier. Niccolo had given up punishing
himself by thinking that it was solely the fault of the Gondi-boy with whom
everything had started. Luca was gay and so be it. With all the
consequences. He stroked his son's hair and then pulled him into an
embrace. It felt strange for Niccolo for he hadn't done it since his sons
had reached manhood. But it didn't feel wrong, quite the opposite.


"You motherfucker", hissed close to his ear. Niccolo held the struggling
Luca and saw the hooligans gathering as Alessandro exited the hall with his
lawyer. "You killed one of us. Look at them!" They pointed to a couple,
standing aside, the stout woman eyes brimming with tears, the short, bony
man with burning eyes.

Stefano Fergola took Alessandro's arm. "Riefoli's parents", he said with
low voice. Alessandro bent his head and passed without looking at
them. "Alessandro, you know that with the youth custody there's no chance
for an appeal. On Monday I'll pick you up. I advise you to behave well and
you'll be out in half of the sentence."

Alessandro nodded absentmindedly. He accepted the sentence anyway, although
he still thought it not fair since he had been defending his own
life. "Alright", he said gloomily. "But if they think they will break my
will, they are mistaken..."

And when he was out, all of them can get lost. With twenty million he could
do whatever he wanted. Even take revenge.


           *


"It's all my fault. If I hadn't sent that stupid SMS you'd never come
and..."

"... killed Raniero." Alessandro's movements ceased inside Luca. Instead he
lay his body down upon his boyfriend's and embraced him . "Say it. I killed
him. And I don't regret it. The judge was right."

"But you came to my rescue. You were defending your own life. How can they
sentence you for that then?"

Alessandro shushed him with kisses. "A human's dead because of me. I need
to be punished."

"How noble." Luca almost sobbed, but instantly he took a grip of
himself. This final night should not be filled with tears and reproaches.

Alessandro moved gently within him, as deep as he could, considering his
position. "Deeper", Luca murmured after a while, forgetting time and place.

Fireworks exploded behind his closed lids. He let himself be driven
wherever Alessandro led him and at the end of the endless night neither
counted the couplings, the orgasms, the places where they loved each
other. All that counted was the closeness.

"Did you ever reconsider our relationship?", Alessandro asked. He looked up
into Luca's face, damp strands of blond hair hanging onto his forehead as
he sat, straddling Alessandro, clutching his shrivelling penis with all his
inner muscles.

"Why should I?"

"To ask yourself if you're happy with me." Alessandro tenderly stroked
Luca's drooling cock.

"I don't have to ask. I know I am."

"Happy?"

Luca nodded and sucked at Alessandro's underlip. "Will you jerk off every
night, thinking of me?"

Alessandro laughed. "I promise." Then he was serious again. "Listen,
carino. Poggibonsi isn't exactly around the corner. I'll give you the
Ferrari as gift if you promise to get your driver's licence. And you can
live here if your home is too dangerous for you."

"The Ferrari?" Luca asked with big eyes.

"And the bike if that's easier for you. The license has to be written in
your name. The car won't become any better by standing around all day long,
don't you think. And you can visit me as often as you can."

Luca rocked his upperbody thoughtfully, making Alessandro's cock hard
again. Luca must be sore as he himself was, but what was a little pain
compared with three years and eight months of parting? Three years and
eight months without sex. He pushed Luca upon his back, following his body
movement without letting his penis slip out. Luca's legs rested upon his
shoulders and as Alessandro didn't hear the familiar "deeper", he closed
his eyes, satisfied, and surrendered himself to the steady, increasing
rhythm he interrupted only by sheer willpower because he knew how much Luca
loved it when he alternated long, slow thrusts with gyrated little
pushes. He sat upright and bent deep enough down to reach Luca's cock,
although his back hurt. He licked the clear fluid flowing down the shaft
and nibbled at the rim of the glands. Luca moaned with closed eyes.

Alessandro would never forget his face so close to orgasm. Luca's penis
jerked in his mouth and he let it free. One final long thrust and Luca's
body tensed. From his chest a heat wave covered his neck and face and his
penis spurted; enough to send Alessandro into orbit.

Then they lay panting; happy and sad together. Morning was close. And with
the morning reality would enter their lives.

Dawn was seeping through the thick curtains as Alessandro rose from the
bed, pulling them aside. The sky was of a washed out blue. He leaned back
against Luca who had followed him, embracing his waist. "I think I can
hardly bear to let go", he whispered, and Alessandro grinned. He couldn't
either. "A pleasant souvenir from you", he whispered back and shivered.

Luca was glad Sandro had already said good bye to Tris and Rosso, to Giano
and Tino, so they had the remaining time for themselves. And Sandro had
even gone to Luca's parents to apologize and to thank them for their
understanding. Clarissa had surprisingly shed some tears and Niccolo had
patted his shoulder. Apparently they could forgive him for being a man who
had killed another no matter if it was deliberate or not. Perhaps they
would forgive him too for making their son unhappy.

They both extended the shower together and cared for each other as best as
they could.

At a quarter to ten a car honked in the yard. Arrigo and Stefano Fergola
had come to take Alessandro to Poggibonsi. Luca froze at first and then
automatically grabbed for Alessandro's bag.

"No", Alessandro said gently. "Stay here. I can't take it. We'll see each
other again. I'll write as soon as I can." He kissed Luca and held him
tight until the moment was gone and Luca felt cold and empty. The door had
closed.

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to be continued