Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2003 18:42:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Auby Haley <daxue12000@yahoo.com>
Subject: True Fond - Chapter 6

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offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in
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If you are looking for a story with lots of sex, tough luck! This is a
story of friendship, bonding, and love. Only time will tell which direction
it will take.

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I don't know any of the celebrities in this story. This story does not
imply anything about their sexualities, personalities, or anything
else. This is a work of pure fiction.  A fantasy. This story is not meant
to imply anything about Agim Kaba, Travis Fimmel or Jensen Ackles.

(Agim Kaba is associated with As The World Turns. As The World Turns
belongs to

Columbia Broadcasting System (Copyright MMII, CBS Worldwide Inc. All Rights
Reserved).

(Jensen Ackles Is associated with Days Of Our Lives belongs to National
Broadcasting Company and Tristar Pictures (Copyright MMII, NBC. All Rights
Reserved).

(Travis Fimmel is associated with New York Model Management.)

Main Characters (Major characters will be added as the story unfolds.):

Brendan Kohl: 21, 5'10", light brown hair, green eyes. Swimmers build all
American type.

Becky (Beck) Wrey: Typical hometown woman, 5'8. 25, blond hair, black
pooling eyes.

Agim (Jim) Kaba: Albanian, 20, 6', long brown hair, brown eyes, smooth
soccer player build.

Travis Fimmel: Australian, 21, 6',dark blond, blue-green eyes, with a
surfer's body.

Jensen Ackles: 19, 6', dirty blond, hazel eyes.


Minor Character (Minor characters will be added as the story unfolds.):

Mick Johnson: Owner of the bar called Mick's and the cafe The Place.

Hank Sowell: President, Clinton Federal Home and Farm


A True Fond

Chapter Six


***Jensen***


I had gotten back to the City late from The Hamptons where we were filming
on location.  After locking the door to my apartment I made my way to
bedroom.  There was no need to turn on the lights since the blinds on the
living room windows were open and the lights of the city provided ample
light.  I was tired, traffic had been terrible and I knew that Travis was
worried since he had left numerous messages on my voice mail.  While
driving back I had tried to call but the phone batteries went dead without
reaching him.  Besides Travis knew the producers of Days Of Our Lives would
call if anything had gone wrong.  There was little I could do accept scream
at my agent and the union rep.  Since the Network was given some leeway
when it came to shooting on location there wasn't much that could be done
except vent frustration.

I knew how to make it up to him and after entering the bedroom I noticed
that the drapes where open.  The view of Manhattan sparkled in the night.
I loved the city.  Growing up in the Texas it took awhile to get used to
the closeness that one had to put up with in New York.  Looking north,
Central Park was like a dark oasis in a jungle of concrete, asphalt and
steel.  As much as I loved it here there were times when I wanted to escape
its grip.

I let my eyes sweep across Travis sleeping.  He hated the City more than I
did.  He was more used to wide open spaces in Australia.  But we were
trapped.  He had fallen into modeling by accident as a way to in get into
acting.  There didn't seem to be a way out.  Unless.  No.  There was no way
out.  Contracts have to run.  But once they run out then the rules of game
can be changed.  It's just a matter of time and right now there is plenty
of that.  There is plenty of time to enjoy our life together.  Turning back
to the window I started to undress letting my cloths fall to the floor.  I
heard him shift in the bed behind me and when I looked he was now on his
back.  One leg angled so that the sole of his foot was nearly pressed
against the other leg.  His lightly veined cock hard against his stomach.
I just stared at him.  The moonlight coming through the window cast a
heavenly glow over the bed.  His golden brown tan a stark contrast against
the white sheets.  It looked like he was
 floating on a cloud.

I was slightly startled when he spoke, "Are you going stare at me all
night, mate.  Or are you going to join me here."  He patted the bed next to
him.

"No.  I'm not going to join you there."  Standing naked at the foot of the
bed I gave him an evil glare, "Instead, I'm going to crawl between your
legs and join you there," I said pointing at his hard cock.  I removed my
briefs just as I moved between his legs.  With confidence, I grasped the
shaft and put my mouth around the cock head.  I felt the jolt of
electricity shoot between us.  I began to go further down the shaft.  All
the while my tongue massaged the underside of the head.  Once he was buried
in my throat I started back up.  With one hand I massaged his testicles.
Gently rolling them between my fingers.  He arched his back slightly and I
knew he was enjoying this.  He was moaning as his hips soon matched my up
and down glide on his cock.  Sweat started to form on both of us.

His hands held my head in place as he pushed deeper into my throat.  Each
thrust deeper than the last.  I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth
and knew that it wouldn't be much longer.  I gently ease a finger into his
hole.  Just three quick thrusts and a load of sweet cum was flowing down my
throat.  He left his cock there until the last bit squirted through the
cock slit as he settled back on the bed. I let his still hard cock out of
my mouth and slide up giving him a kiss to let him taste himself.

"Jens, I been wanting for that all day. Thanks, mate."

"No thanks needed. Wanted it just as bad."  I settled next to him as we
wrapped arms around each other.  "Sorry I'm late.  The traffic back from
The Hamptons was heavy and shooting took longer than expected.  I hate
these night location shoots.  Got to be back on location by 7 and it's
already after one in the morning."  I sighed with unbridled anger was just
below the surface.  I wanted to be an actor.  There was glamour.  But there
was a lot more hard work than glamour.  "So what time is your flight,
again?"

"8:30."

"So, you get two weeks in Mexico, first Villahermosa and then Acapulco.  I
get the Hamptons.  Hmm.  I like your location better."

"I'll bring back an Olmec mask for you."

"Make it the fertility goddess."

"Like you need to be more fertile?"  Travis started to laugh.

"Hey, I'm serious here. Its fertility or nothing."  I leaned up away from
him.  "Got that, bitch."

He pulled me back against him.  "Anything for you baby.  Anything mate.
Just don't get pregnant on me."  He was still laughing.  So was I.  "Agim
will be back the next day or two.  Why don't you have him stay here while
I'm in Mexico?"

"You know what happens when we get together."

"Yeh.  But were family.  We're mates and we're supposed to take care of
each other.  I just don't want you being alone.  And he is.  It's not like
I haven't slept with him too.  Hell, we three have slept with each
other. Separately.  Together.  So if it happens it happens, luv."

"I love only you."  I sighed giving him a quick kiss in his chest.

"I know you do.  I love you.  But Agim is not in love with either of us.
For him, it's the mystery man in the Mid West.  I only wish he'd get a grip
and act on it."

"Maybe that's what he's doing.  I hear that the production has pretty much
ground to a halt on his soap.  Their not very happy he's gone.  But for
some reason they aren't making waves.  He can pretty much do whatever he
wants.  I don't get it."

Maybe he'll explain while I'm gone."



***Agim***



Setting at a low table I waited for Mick to join me.  The table was well
worked with graffiti craved into the tabletop dark with age.  Looking
around there must be about a hundred similar ones in what looked like a
converted gymnasium.  Almost all had occupants.  Some laughing.  Others
crying, but there was always a short distant between each person.  No
touching.  To touch was to give comfort.  That was part of the punishment.
I wasn't here to give comfort.

It wasn't long before I saw him.  He had his shoulders slumped trying to
hug the wall while walking between the red strips on the floor.  When he
reached my isle he turned to his left between the tables filled with
inmates.  He slowed even more if that was possible.  He didn't raise his
head.  His eyes drifting along the floor reading the numbers marked between
each table.  When he reached mine he pulled back the chair sat but still
didn't look up.  His eyes were trying to bore a hole in the table looking
for an escape.  There was no escape.

"Mick."

"Mr. Kaba."

"Mick, not going to pass pleasantries with you.  This is business. You just
listen.  OK".

"Not much else I can do, is there?"

"There isn't.  You made a fine mess.  And you're paying for it.

"Remember the first time we met?  I was sent then to deliver a warning that
you had to follow the rules.  The organization expects all their employees
to follow the rules.  I have to follow them.  Did you think that you could
do whatever you wanted in Pockston?  Mick, the wrong people were starting
to take notice.  That's why the organization cut you loose.  It's all about
following the rules and doing what you're told.

"I told you that the syndicate was watching you.  All you had to do was
follow instructions.  They wanted simple transactions, with the right
paperwork, so anyone looking wouldn't notice anything unusual.  But you had
to branch out on your own.

"You also messed with the wrong people.

"To be honest their were some who knew you would make mistakes and burning
down the cafe was the last mistake they were going to let you make.

"I'll tell you again.  You are no better than anyone else.  Not even me.
But the difference is how you go about things.  You're a bully throwing
your weight around.  You were shoving and threatening the wrong people.
You weren't acting within the law.  The organization likes to play inside
the law but always pushing the line."  I waited for Mick to say something
in his defense.  Anything, all he did was look up from the table and meet
my eyes for the first time.  I could see no regret in them.  That made me
angrier.  Even though I hated doing it I was going to enjoy taking the rest
of Mick's life from him.  Everything that he worked for everything he took
for granted.  I had no choice.  In fact I wasn't given a choice.

"You remember our last conversation?"  He nodded his head and I continued.
"You messed with Brendan.  You messed with Brendan and tried to make this
place his home.

"I met Hank Sowell today.  Remember that old saying, `There's no honor
among thieves.'  He sold you out.  Lucy, she's got nothing.  You remember
all those papers you entrusted me with.  Hoping she would be protected.
They're on the way to the Justice Department.  She's going to get so much
time in prison she may never get out.  As for you, don't think your going
to get out in three years on good behavior.  Don't plan on ever getting
out.

"Pick you jaw off the table, Mick.  Look me in the eyes."  He did.

"This time you listen.  Listen real hard and understand me.  You messed
with the wrong people.  Once wasn't enough.  When I put Brendan under
protection you were to see to it that he didn't get hurt.  Knowing he was
gay you used him.  You set him up. You tried to throw his life away like it
was so much trash.  Sorry to tell you, but he's worth more than a thousand
of you, Mick.

"Who do you think kept the insurance company investigating your dealings?
Feeding them information.  Do you want to ask?"  Mick said nothing.  "No.
I didn't think so but I'll tell you anyway.  Me.  Brendan was an innocent.
You used him like he was so much trash.  A plaything.  Something that could
be tossed out and not noticed.  I told you, I would find out if something
happened to him.

"Just like I'll know if something happens to you."

He had turn totally white and was shaking so violently the people setting
at the next table were watching us.  Understanding and fear and taken
control of him.  I stayed calm and my voice never rising above an icy
whisper, I continued.

"All those projects you still had underway.  They ended about an hour ago.
Sowell can be very resourceful.  It's to bad those papers you gave me are
going to rip open his rear end, too, if he doesn't follow directions.
You're sloppy.  He's another loose end to be closed up.  He might have been
useful at some point.  Not that he'll have to worry.  He'll not being
staying in a place like this very long.  He may not make it home tonight.
I might not make it back to Brendan's.  But I have a better chance because
I follow the rules.

"There's no more protection, Mick.  It's gone, too.  You are on your own.
I don't know what the future will bring.  But for most of us it isn't going
to be pretty.  I don't really care.  Do you have a companion in this
place?"  He shook his head no.  "Good.  I sure would hate someone crying
over you.

"Let me tell you.  Lucy hasn't been as faithful as you would think.  She's
been having her fun.  Boy, your son is some stud.  Kept momma very happy, I
understand.  He's going to make a lot of money working the circuit.  Gonna
have an expensive habit."  He said nothing.  I was taking everything away
him.

"You could make it easier.  You know what to do."  His life was already
draining from him.

"I'll be going now.  Remember, this is just business."  Pushing the chair
back I stood turned and calmly walked out of the room.  Leaving Mick at the
table.  Knowing that it was going to take a guard to help him back to his
cell.  But they weren't going to be of any real help.

Back at my car I retrieved my cell and dialed a number letting it ring four
times.  Deactivated it and threw it on the floor of the rental.  Brendan.
I started to cry.  How was I going to help Brendan and protect him at the
same time?"


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