Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2006 04:40:32 EST
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brother 2 Brother Chapter 22

BROTHER 2 BROTHER
By Michael Martell

CHAPTER 22

-Shane & Sean-


Vincent's plane arrived 20 minutes late and in those twenty minutes I kept
telling myself that what I was about to do was the right thing to do. It
wasn't like I wasn't attracted to Vincent and we did have sex together and
he did say he was interested in me. What I was doing was the best way to
handle the situation. Once Matt realized that nothing could and would
happen between us then everything would work out. It had to in the last few
days since I called Vincent and asked him to fly up from New Orleans things
between Matt and me seemed to get more sexually tense. I did my dead level
best to stay away from him I would work late at the gym or go in very
early. A few times when I knew Matt was coming over I would get a hotel
room and tell Sean that I was out with friends, anything to keep Matt and I
out of the same proximity. I could not do this to Sean. He deserved to be
happy and I would do anything to make him happy.
        I heard someone call my name and when I turned around I saw Vincent
walking towards me. I couldn't help staring at him. My God, he looked
good. He had gotten rid of the cornrows for what looked like twists and
sported a nice goatee. He looked like he may have lost a little weight and
had put on some in some good places. I walked towards him and we
embraced. It felt good to be in his arms and his embrace was strong and
tight and comforting. When the hug ended he was smiling at me.

        "What?" I asked, smiling back.

        "I was happy that you called and wanted me to come up." Vincent
said.

        "Well...I had been doing some thinking Vincent and...I realized
something." I looked him in the eye and took a deep breath, "I realized
that I want to be with you and I hope that you want to be with me...that
maybe we could get our heads on straight and..." suddenly Vincent was
kissing me. I had not expected it and certainly not out in public for
everyone to see. When the kiss ended I was stunned and breathless.

        "Wow," I gasped, "I wasn't expecting that."

        "I just wanted to get that out of the way." Vincent said, "Momma
says hi and wants to know when you are coming back to visit."

I smiled as I thought about seeing Momma V. She would see me sooner than
she thought if all worked out as I had planned. On the drive home I talked
to Vincent about what had been on my mind. About how I had thought about
him since I left New Orleans. He just kept smiling and held my hand. This
was going to be just fine. This was going to work out perfectly.


When I got home from work I was dog dead tired. It had been a long hard day
and I just wanted to rest. As I was settling down in the living room,
kicking off my shoes, Shane walked in from the back of the house and told
me that he was going to pick up Vincent from the airport. I was floored, I
knew Shane stayed in touch with Victor's family but I had no idea that
things with Vincent had progressed to the point of him coming to
visit. When he had returned from New Orleans we had discussed his trip and
how things went and what went down between them. I had figured it was a
done deal between them. Then I thought to myself had anyone told me that I
would be falling in love with the man who helped me and was still helping
me through the rape I would have called them crazy. So maybe the unexpected
and the amazing happened and happens for a reason. I laid down on the couch
when the doorbell rang. I didn't want to get up but whoever was at the door
was not going away. So I went and answered the door to find Matthew
standing there with a smile on his face.

	"What's cooking good looking," Matthew said, his usual greeting to
me. He then gave me a kiss. Matthew knew how to turn me on with just a
kiss, a look or a touch. I was crazy about this man. Absolutely crazy. I
don't know what I did to deserve this man but I was glad I had him. I could
not imagine my life without him nor could I imagine not having him
around. Not since before the rape did I feel like I could trust someone
again with my heart.

	"Hey baby," I said kissing him back. Matthew had some juicy, sweet
lips. I walked Matthew into the house closing the door behind us, so the
neighbors wouldn't get a full viewing. I watched him walk into the living
room. Did this brotha have a fine ass or what? I suddenly felt incredibly
horny, some thing that always happened when I was around Matthew. He sat on
the couch and I joined him. It wasn't long before we were kissing again.

	"Damn baby," Matthew said, "what's up with that?"

	"It's you. You make me crazy horny," I said as I pulled at his
shirt. It was time to get him out of those clothes and do what we loved to
do. Make love til we couldn't move.

	"Hold up baby," Matthew said grabbing my hands, keeping me from
getting his shirt off. "what about your brother?"

	"Shane?" I asked, leaning and giving him a kiss, "Shane isn't
here. The house is ours and it's time for us to do the damn thing." I said
as I got my hands free and up his shirt. His body was warm and felt good. I
could feel him trembling from my touch. God, I was horny. I wanted Matthew
more than anyone. We began kissing and removing clothes. We were caught up
in the moment and the rush. I couldn't wait to get naked and get busy. I
was sucking on his nipples as my fingers worked to unbutton and unzip his
pants.

	"Oh damn baby...shit...you are fuckin' me up," Matthew moaned, he
loved have his nipples licked and touched. Soon he was helping me to free
him from his pants. I gasped in surprise as I realized that he wasn't
wearing any underwear.

	"You going commando these days?" I asked as I gripped his thick
throbbing dick. He smiled at me.

	"I knew I was coming to see my baby," he replied and then pulled me
into a deep kiss. Before long we were on the couch kissing and caressing. I
wasn't thinking about anything except being with Matthew. Matthew laid on
top of me and began kissing a trail down my body. I was rubbing his hard
dick with my right foot, which drove him crazy too. Then he reached my dick
and began licking and kissing it before he opened wide and gobbled it up.

	"OOOOOOH...AHHHHHH!" I moaned as he went to work, slowly at
first. I loved how he sucked my dick. I loved how he did everything to
me. My legs were shaking, my toes were wiggling. "Oh shit...that feels
good." He moved down to my balls and licked them while he jacked my dick. I
was losing my mind. I spread my legs wide and up in the air giving him full
access to what he wanted. I closed my eyes tight as I felt his fingers
tickle my ass followed by his tongue. I covered my face with my hands. I
didn't want him to see the tears in my eyes and think that I was upset. I
wasn't upset the tears in my eyes were from joy, pleasure, ecstasy and
love. After looking for the Mr. Right in all the wrong places. After heart
break, sadness and rape I had what I was looking for, love. What is ironic
is that had I not been raped I would not have ever met this man, at least I
didn't think I would have met him. Matthew had come into my life and eased
the pain that Silk Mitchell had done to my soul. I would never be free of
him but Matthew made it less of a focus in my life. He loved me. I knew he
did. I remembered the day he thought that Chip, my boss, was an attacker
and he came over here ready for battle. He has been there for me like no
one, except my brother. Shane and Matthew were the two men in my life I
could trust without a shadow of a doubt. Matthew was licking and eating my
ass like a champ. I was stroking my dick so hard that I was ready to nutt
but I didn't want to. I wanted it to last and never end. He rolled me onto
my stomach and continued with my ass. I was slapping the couch and moaning
into the couch padding.

	"Make love to me. Fuck me." I moaned. I felt him spread my ass
cheeks further a part and his tongue went in deeper. I was so glad that I
had great hygiene back there. I then felt his dick slapping on my ass and I
knew he was ready for action. I braced for him to enter me and I couldn't
wait. This was it. Yes, yes, YES!


When I pulled up to the house I noticed Matthew's car in the drive. This
was perfect. The entire drive from the airport I kept thinking of what
Sean's reaction would be when I told him that I was interested in Vincent
and that I would be going to New Orleans with him when he left. It was the
right thing to do. I would be out of the way and Matthew and Sean could be
happy together. And it wasn't like Vincent wasn't bad to look at. He was
sexy, in that rough and rugged way. And I loved Momma V and the
family. Victor and I never got a chance to be a family like that. I had
always wanted that and now it seemed that I would have it with his brother
and in the process my brother would finally be happy.

	"This is a nice house. It's just you and your brother?" Vincent
asked.

	"Yeah, it was left to us by our aunt." I said. I realized that
Vincent knew very little about me while I knew some things but not too much
about him. I was surprised by that and then remembered that Victor knew all
about the house and the history behind how Shane and I got it. I would have
to fill Vincent in on all this.

	"What's wrong?" Vincent asked.

	"Huh?" I had went off to la la land, "nothing, everything is fine I
was just thinking."

	"About what?"

I looked at him and smiled, "Just how life works things. If anyone would
have told me that I would be standing here with the brother of my..." what
was Victor? He was my ex but then he wasn't. We weren't married so he
wasn't my spouse. Boyfriend and lover didn't sound correct when you were
talking about some one who was dead. I settled on "Victor and talking about
becoming a couple I would have called them crazy."

	"Me too," Vincent said with a sad smile. I stroked his cheek.

	"I don't have any regrets Vincent. When I was in New Orleans I was
scared. I was thinking about Victor and what he would think. I was
concerned about Sean and how he was. But when I got here I realized that
Victor wanted me to be happy and Sean was doing well. I realized that it
was time for me to do me." Vincent took my hand in his and smiled. He then
gave me a kiss on the cheek. Another public display by Vincent.

	"Are you sure you want to do this?" Vincent asked.

	"What? Be with you? Yes." I replied.

	"Not just that. I mean relocate to New Orleans. Leave your friends
and brother behind."

	"Vincent it's time for me to move on. Sean and I have lived
ourselves in each other's orbit since we were little kids. We have never
been separated until I went to New Orleans. It's past due for me...for us
to move on with out lives." I pointed to Matthew's care, "Matthew is the
reason why I am able to do this." The look Vincent gave me was one of
surprise and I feared I had said too much. "Matthew has come into Sean's
life and he has done wonders. If it was anyone else I would not be doing
this but Matthew makes Sean happy and I know he will never hurt him. He has
shown me it's my time to be happy."

	"Well damn, let's go inside and meet this man who has made everyone
happy," Vincent said. I went to put the key in the door when I realized it
was unlocked. I didn't think much of it and when the door opened and I let
Vincent in first with his bags I didn't think that he would see more of my
brother and Matthew than the doctor had.

	"WHAT THE FUCK!??" I heard Matthew say as he scrambled off the
couch, grabbing his clothes and running off to the back of the house where
Sean's bedroom was. Sean was trying to grab his clothes as well while
Vincent stood there mouth wide opened. Once again Matthew and Sean were
fucking in the living room. I couldn't believe my eyes.

	"Sean...?"

	"Don't start Shane. Why didn't you call and tell me you were on the
way back?" Sean demanded.

	"If I knew it was going to be fuckfest in the living room I would
have made other plans." Sean was getting into his pants and I decided there
was no time like now to make the introductions. I introduced him to Sean,
or rather re-introduced them. When Matthew returned, looking embarrassed
and damn sexy, I turned to him and introduced him to Vincent.

	"Pleased to meet you all," Vincent said, acting as if he did not
see my brother and Matthew humping like sex crazed rabbits.


I had never been so embarrassed in all my life. Matthew and I were going at
it, hard and fast. I was loving every minute of it and had forgotten that
Shane was on the way home with Vincent. When I looked up, a split second
after Matthew gasped as he jumped off me, I was looking at Vincent and my
brother. I could not believe this had happened. After everyone was
introduced or re-introduced I excused myself to go get presentable and
Matthew came with me. We showered and changed clothes, Matthew had left
some clothes at my house and he slip into those. When we came out Vincent
and Shane were enjoying a glass of wine while they watched `Sanford and
Son," on TV Land. It felt like the right time to talk to them and put my
plan in action.

	"Hey guys, I need to tell you something," I said, interrupting one
of Aunt Esthers' biting combacks to Fred G. Sanford. Matthew and Sean
looked at me. Vincent was beside me. It was time to do this.

	"What's going on?" Sean asked.

	"Well, you remember when I went to New Orleans for the funeral and
I told you that Vincent and I had begun talking and discussing
things. Well, since I have been back I have been thinking a lot about him,"
I turned to look at him and took a hold of his hand. "and it hit me that I
was falling in love with him. It scared me at first because it was Victor's
brother and I felt like I was betraying Victor."

	"You weren't the only one," Vincent said. I smiled and went on.

	"It was then that I told myself that Victor would want me to be
happy and if it was with his brother then it was with his brother." Sean
stopped me.

	"Are you about to tell us that you two are running off to get
married?" Sean was joking, kind of. Matt's expression was unreadable which
was fine I was going to continue.

	"We aren't getting married, yet, that is. But I will be going back
with Vincent." I said. Sean looked surprised and stunned. Matt also looked
surprised.

I was surprised and stunned. Shane had just told us that he was going back
with Vincent.

	"To New Orleans?" I asked.

	"Yes," Shane replied.

	"But why? I mean I don't understand. You have your job here."

	"And they can transfer me to one of the gyms they have in New
Orleans." Shane answered.

	"Your friends are here," I said. Eric, Mo-Mo, they would miss
him. I would miss him.

	"They can come to New Orleans and visit and I will be back."

	"What about me?" I all but cried, "what am I supposed to do?"

Shane smiled and nodded at Matthew, "You won't be alone. Matt is here with
you. You two are happy and I want the same thing."

I didn't know what to say to that. Shane had not been involved with anyone
since Victor died. Hell, I don't think he has even had sex with anyone
except Vincent and then Victor before that. What was it about those Du Bois
boys? I reached for and held Matthew's hand. He looked as surprised and
shocked as I did.

	"Sean, I want to be happy and being in New Orleans with Vincent
will make me happy."

I didn't know what to say. The idea of him not being with me scared me but
it also excited me. I would miss my brother but it would also mean that I
would no longer be the twin. I would be an individual. It's hard to be seen
as an individual when you have a twin walking beside you. We had always
been together. So maybe it was finally time for us to be individuals with
our own lives and loves instead of an inseperable duo. I got up and gave
Shane a hug. I held him tight feeling every inch of him.

	"I want you to be happy." I told him, "I love you Shane."

	"I love you too," he said.

I then hugged Vincent. "You take care of my brother."

	"I will," Vincent said.

	"You better or I will come to New Orleans like a hurricane and wipe
you out."

We all laughed at that. I suggested that we all go out for dinner. Everyone
agreed. While Shane got Vincent settled in and sat on the couch wrapped in
Matthew's arms. I was losing my brother, my soul, but at least I still had
Matthew, my heart.


-MOHAMMED-


The doctor's pumped Jamal's stomach of all the contents inside. I had given
the paramedics the bottle the pills he had taken were in and that was when
they called in about pumping his stomach. My son was still unconscious and
as I sat by his bed holding his hand, I wondered what I did wrong for Allah
to do this to me? Was this my punishment for being homosexual? Was this my
lot? All my relationships ended badly. First there was Tina, Jamal's
mother. Then there was Brett, his betrayal had almost cost me my son and
now Kei, Sonny's son, had put my son here again. Was it my life as a
wrestler, as a gay man that was bringing this onto my son? I looked at him
hooked up to monitors as Sonny's words came crashing back. Was Jamal gay?
And if so was that why he took all those pills? Was that why he was hanging
out with Kei and throwing wild parties? Why didn't he come to me? Surely he
wasn't concerned that I would put him out of my life. Then again, I had to
be honest. The idea of Jamal being gay scared me. There were so many things
out there. Men, who would use him, play with his emotions. Break his
heart. Then there were those who would persecute him for being gay. They
would ridicule and deny him basic human rights. They would emotionally and
physically attack and abuse him. Then there were the diseases, HIV and
AIDS. I didn't want my son to live that kind of life. Where he had to fight
and struggle. It was tough enough being practicing Muslims. It was though
enough being African American men in a country that says all mean are
created equal but deny you the equality that they claim you have. It was
tough enough being all those things and to add gay to the mix, it was too
much. I had walked the walk so that my son would not have to. A doctor, a
white woman with a nice face and a warm smile walked in. Her name badge
spelled out Steward. She checked Jamal's vitals and the monitors. The frown
on her face concerned me.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, concern in my voice.

"I will be honest with you Mr. Moyenda." She said, "I would feel much
better if your son regained consciousness. We pumped his stomach and did
everything we know to purge the pills he took from his system. There is no
medical reason why he isn't awake."

I looked at Jamal, his eyes closed and looking peaceful. Where ever he was
he wanted to stay there.

"By the way, I spoke to his mother."

"Yes, I called her in the ambulance." I said.

"Yes, she is concerned. She wanted to come and be with him but her doctor's
felt that it may be best that she not come until there is some thing to
report either way."

I nodded my head. This was tough on Tina, very tough. When Jamal was
admitted after the roofie incident Tina had a very rough time with it. I
had dreaded telling her about the overdose but I couldn't keep it from
her. When I told her she apparently dropped the phone or some thing. The
next thing I knew I was talking to one of the doctors at the rehab center
she was at. I admired her for trying to get her life back on track. I
wished I could do that.  "Dr. Steward, is there anything that can be done
to bring him out of this?" I asked.

"Mr. Moyenda, right now he should be awake complaining about a very sore
throat. All I can say is that he has been through a lot and maybe his mind
is coping with it all. Perhaps when that is done he will come back to us."
Dr. Steward departed and I held Jamal's hand as tears streamed down my
face. I dropped to my knees and prayed for my son. I wanted my son to come
back to me. If he was gay it would be alright. I walked the road ahead of
him and I will walk it with him. My mouth, face and jaw were still sore
from my fight with Sonny. I still couldn't believe all the things I said to
Sonny about Kei. I blamed him for all this. I lashed out and struck the son
of my lover. What had I done?

"Mohammed?"

I heard the voice and was startled because I didn't hear anyone walk in
plus the fact that it was Sonny. I had called Det. Linton and told him what
had happened. I didn't feel Sonny should have been arrested and I asked him
if there was anything he could do to get him. Apparently he did. I didn't
have a chance to get off my knees when he came to me and knelt beside
me. He held me tight and we both cried and sobbed and held onto each other
and to Jamal's hand.

"I'm so sorry." I said between racking sobs, "I should have never..."

"No, we both said things we should not have said," Sonny said as he wiped
my face. He looked at Jamal and more tears fell from his eyes. "you know I
love him like he was my own."

"I know Sonny. I know. And I love Kei like my own. I...I...just can't
believe I hit him. It was...is inexcusable." Sonny just hugged me. We got
floor and stood looking at Jamal, our son. "Where's Kei?" I asked Sonny.

"I called the house. When there was no answer I figured he was either here
or sleeping." Sonny said.

"You came straight here?" I asked, touched by that.

"Yes."

"Sonny, go home. Check on Kei, he is probably worried sick about you."

"Will you be okay?" Sonny asked.

"I will be fine,"

Sonny gave me a kiss and then he kissed Jamal on the forehead and left. I
sat beside Jamal still holding his hand. The vibrating of my cell phone
startled me and it was then that I realized that I had nodded off. I looked
at the caller ID. It was Sonny's number. He must have been calling to tell
me everything was okay at home. But when I answered that was not even the
case. Kei was gone. All his things were gone. Kei had left and Sonny was
beside himself with worry. I told him to call the police. When he told me
he did and that they said he would have to been missing for 48 hours before
they could do anything, I told him to call Det. Linton and tell him who he
was and why he was calling and who suggested it. I told him that we would
find Kei and put our family back together again. It was then that I felt
Jamal's hand squeeze mine. I turned to see his eyes half open.

"D...Daddy," his voice croaked and he winced like he was in pain.

"Mahl?" I called for the doctor and told Sonny that Jamal was awake. He
said he was on his way over. When Dr. Steward arrived she checked him
again. This time she had a smile on her face.

"Mr. Moyenda, that is a good sign. I still want to keep him here for
observation and to run some tests."

"Yes, Doctor, anything." I agreed.

"I also want to have him speak to a rape counselor," she said.

"A rape counselor?"

"Yes. Mr. Moyenda your son was been through a very traumatic
situation. Rape is a terrible crime of violence usually inflicted on women,
who have a tough time coping. Can you imagine what a young man is going
through?"

"I tried talking to rape counselors and rape hotlines and they were no
help."

"Because you talked to the wrong one. I have the name and number of a rape
counselor who deals with male to male sexual assaults and rapes. I will be
happy to call in a referral for Jamal."

I nodded my head. I know how terrible rape could be. I remember what Shane
and Sean went through after Sean was raped. He saw a counselor and he was
doing better. I looked at Jamal and saw that his eyes were closed. I looked
at the doctor, who smiled.

"He's sleeping Mr. Moyenda. Right now that is what he needs. There is not
much left for you to do."

"I know. I just want to sit here until Sonny gets here." I said.

Dr. Steward nodded and then left the room. I still held onto Jamal's
hand. We had a lot to work on and to work out. But we would do it as a
family. Speaking of family, I had another son out there that needed to be
found. I owned Kei an apology, a very large one.



To Be Continued


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