Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2003 14:59:42 EDT
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brothers Like Us Chapter 24

BROTHERS LIKE US
By Lawrence Michael Martell

Chapter 24


The day Jamal was released from the hospital; Mohammed had the entire house
cleaned and ready for him. He had made Jamal's room as comfortable as
possible. He went out and bought a new VCR and DVD player for his room as
well as a new 27in color TV. He also bought him a sound system for his
room. Nothing was too good for his son. The doctors had cautioned Mohammed
that Jamal's recovery was still in progress but they felt that he was well
enough to be at home. They did insist that he hire a nurse for Jamal for a
short while.

Mohammed wanted Jamal's return home to be special. He called up Eric and
asked him if he would decorate the house for Jamal's welcome home
party. Eric was happy to do that. Mohammed then called Sonny, who was
flying back from a match in Chicago. Then he talked to Teena.

"Mohammed," Teena said, "maybe I shouldn't be there."

"What are you saying?" Mohammed had asked.

"Mohammed..."

	"No Teena," Mohammed interrupted. "Jamal is your son and you should
be with me when we bring him home." Mohammed pulled her into his
arms. "After all we brought him home the first time together and I don't
want to change that."

Teena smiled and rested her head against his big chest.

	"Mohammed Moyenda, you are a special man." Teena kissed his cheek.

Mohammed smiled. He let Teena go as she wiped at her eyes. "I'm going to be
seeing a therapist."

Mohammed smiled. "Really?"

Teena chuckled. "Why do you sound so surprised. I told you I was going to
get my life right."

	"I know and I'm happy for you, really." Mohammed said. And he
was. He and Teena had had a tense relationship these last few years
especially when it came to the men in her life. He was happy that she
wanted to get her life right. All this with Jamal seemed to have opened her
eyes to that fact as well.

	Teena and Mohammed arrived at a hospital in a limousine that he had
rented. He knew it was a bit much but he couldn't help it. Jamal was
brought out in a wheelchair and loaded into the limo. When the Moyendas
arrived home everything was ready and everyone was there; Eric, Jermaine,
Shane, Sean, Andre, Sonny, and Jamal's other brothers and sisters and
friends. Everyone was glad to see Jamal and Jamal was glad to see everyone
but an hour and a half later he was tired and needed to rest. Teena left
with Jamal's friends and other siblings leaving Sonny and the rest of
Mohammed's friends there. It was about five minutes after Teena left that
there was a knock on the door and when Sonny answered it the last person he
expected to see was Brett. Brett stood there holding a big black teddy
bear; Sonny couldn't help but glower at this man.

	"Can I help you?" Sonny demanded.

Brett cleared his throat nervously. He knew he was not welcomed here and
suddenly he wished he were somewhere else. He wanted to melt right into the
ground.

	"I...I came to give this to...Jamal." Brett said holding up the
teddy bear.

Sonny looked at the bear and then at Brett. "You know what, it's not my
place to slam this door in your face."

	"I appreciate that." Brett answered.

	"It's also not my place to let you in either. Wait right here."

Brett waited nervously as Sonny went back inside. His first thought was
just to run away. Just to leave the damn bear and run off but before he
could the door opened again and Mohammed was standing there. Brett couldn't
believe how handsome Mohammed was, he couldn't believe that he'd forgotten
how handsome Mohammed was, how such a wonderful father and lover he was.

	"Hello Brett," Mohammed said with a faint smile. He looked at Brett
and the bear. "Ummm...new date?"

Brett couldn't help but smile. "Yeah...you know me, I always liked bears."

Mohammed smiled. "So Sonny said you had something for Jamal."

Brett held up the bear. "Okay, I know he's a bit old for stuffed teddy
bears."

Mohammed accepted the bear. "He'll like it."

Brett smiled. "He won't if you tell him it's from me."

There was a long awkward pause between them. Mohammed held onto the toy
bear. Brett turned to leave but he stopped and turned back to face
Mohammed.

	"I...I hope that you and..." Brett went silent.

	"Brett..."

	"Mohammed...I fucked up everything. You deserve to be happy and I'm
sorry for the pain that I caused you and Jamal."

	"Brett why don't you come inside and we can talk..."

	"No," Brett said, "No I can't, I won't. Mohammed...goodbye." Brett
turned and left heading straight for his car. He ignored Mohammed calling
out his name. He got in his car, started the engine and was gone.

	Mohammed watched as Brett roared off. Sonny joined him, putting a
hand on his shoulders.

	"Everything okay?" Sonny asked.

Mohammed turned to face Sonny and he smiled. It was a smile that grew from
his heart. Here he was with Sonny, the new man in his life, his son was
home and resting and getting better, his friends were inside his home. He
was blessed to have all this love in his home surrounding him. He turned
and faced Sonny squarely and pulled him gently into a deep passionate
kiss. When it ended Sonny was breathless and smiling.

	"I guess everything is okay." Sonny replied smiling.

	"Yeah, let's go inside." Mohammed said, taking Sonny's hand and
going back inside and closing the door. From a distance Brett watched. He
saw Mohammed kiss Sonny and when the door closed he wiped away the tears
from his eyes. Yeah, he fucked up the best thing in his life and now it was
time to move on and that was what he was going to do, exactly what he was
going to do. He looked at the plane ticket and nodded. He was doing the
right thing...finally.



Sean had noticed that Shane had been acting strangely recently. Okay there
had been a lot going on with Victor's death and funeral and he had been
working hard at getting himself back on track as well. He felt like he had
been ignoring Shane. There was a time when they knew what the other was
thinking. Had things changed that much that short of time? Perhaps they had
but he was going to change that.

	Shane had been preoccupied with what to do with all that money
Errol gave him. First thing he had to do was put it some place safe until
he could figure out what to do. He wanted to tell Sean but he wasn't sure
how he could bring it up much less explain how and where he got it
from. Sean would not be pleased if he knew where the money came from. Then
again maybe not.

	"Sup Shane," Sean said walking up to his twin brother. "Can we
talk?"

	"Sure," Shane said. "Whatsup?"

	"Nothing much, it just seems that we haven't talked much." Sean
began.

Shane nodded his head. "Yeah, I guess we have been doin our own thing even
though we are in the same house. How are things going with the group?"

Sean sighed. "Things are going good. I'm getting through this but it's
going to take time. Matthew says that it won't end over night and that it's
something I will live with for the rest of my life but I can't stop living
my life."

	"He's right about that." Shane replied.

	"What about you? How are things with you?" Sean asked.

Shane sighed. "Things are going good. There are times that I can't believe
he is gone and then there are times that it hurts so much..." Shane stopped
as his voice cracked. Sean wrapped his arms around Shane and hugged him.

	"You know I'm here for you." Sean said.

	"I know and I'm here for you." Shane replied.

They hugged tight. When they let go Shane was determined to tell Sean about
the money. "Sean...I have something to tell you."

	"Sure, what's going on?"

Shane took a deep breath. "This is gonna be hard to believe."

	"What?"

	"I had a visitor...and he left something for me from Victor." Shane
said.

Sean's eyebrow raised. "A visitor? Who was it? What did they leave?"

	"It was Errol."

	"What did he leave you?" Sean asked.

Shane took another deep breath before answering. "He left me seventy five
thousand dollars."

	"NIGGA SAY WHAT!?" Sean exploded causing everyone else to turn
around in their direction.

	"Damn Sean you gotta be all loud, I don't want everyone to know
right now." Shane said as he pulled his twin brother further away from
everyone else.

	"Where in the hell did Errol get that amount of money from to give
to you?" Sean asked.

	"He said it was money that Victor had and that it was what he
wanted me to have." Shane explained.

Sean's eyes grew wide with disbelief. "Drug money? Is that where the money
came from?"

	"I don't know? Why is it that it's got to be drug money. You know
he was working with a singing group." Shane explained.

	"You don't believe that shit, Shane. So you gonna give the money
back?"

	"Hell no!"

Sean snapped. "No? You better."

	"Even if I wanted to, which I don't, I don't know how to get in
touch with Errol."

	"Shane I can't believe this." Sean began pacing. "You are telling
me that you have seventy five thousand dollars in a bank somewhere that was
left to you by someone who is known to have been a drug dealer and you are
not going to give it back."

	"No I'm not giving it back and no it is not in a bank." Shane
answered.

Sean looked at Shane in confusion. "You said...well where is it?"

	"Right now it's in my room in my closet."

Sean exploded again. "NIGGA SAY WHAT?!"

Mohammed walked over to where the twins were talking. "What is going on
over here?"

	"Nothing Mo-Mo," Sean said, "Shane and I were just talking."

	"Aight, well I ain't gonna be hearing to many more 'niggas' up in
my house."

	"Sorry Mo-Mo." Shane said.

	"Yeah Mo-Mo...we apologize." Sean added.

	"Hey Mo-Mo!" Eric called from across the room, "Tell those twins to
come on here so we can get this card playing started."

	"Alright. You guys gonna join us?" Mohammed asked.

Sean nodded. "We'll be there in a minute."

Mohammed nodded and walked back to where the others were getting the card
table set up. Sean turned back to Shane.

	"Shane," Sean began, "The first thing we have to do is get that
money out of the house."

	"You act like it's a disease or something." Shane replied.

	"First off, it's probably drug money and second, why would you
leave that much money in the house...God Shane there are times when you are
just totally dumb!"

	"So what was I supposed to do? Walk into the bank and say I have 75
thousand dollars I'd like to deposit in my checking account?" Shane snapped
back.

	"The fact that you felt that you couldn't do that should be sign
enough for you that the money is dirty."

	"God! Here we go. Victor is dead and buried and you still have this
thing about what he did in the past and not giving him the benefit of the
doubt." Shane accused.

	"And there you go again, living in a fantasy world when the real
world is all up in your face." Sean shot back.

	"And what is the real world?" Shane challenged.

Sean was hot. "The real world is that Victor was a drug dealer and he
obviously didn't change."

Shane's eyes burned with tears and anger. "You have always been jealous of
me and Victor."

	"What? You are crazy? Why would I be jealous of a drug dealer?"
Sean answered back.

	"Because you don't have anyone in your life. All you did was sit by
that damn computer tricking online with those AOL tricks looking to get
your AOL kicks. Maybe if you had a man you wouldn't have gotten your ass
raped."

	The punch came out of no where and landed right on Shane's jaw
sending him crashing to the floor. Shane shook his head and cleared the
cobwebs just as Sean lunged at him. He rolled to his left and was up on his
feet. Sean missed him and when he did Shane kicked him in the side and Sean
smashed through one on Mohammed's end tables. Shane jumped on top of Sean
and they both began swinging and throwing blows. Mohammed, Sonny, Eric,
Andre and Jermaine came running in and tried separating the two twins but
Sean and Shane were in a tight clinch. When they were finally pulled apart
they both broke free and were at it again. They finally got the twins
pulled apart again and this time Mohammed stood between the two of them.

	"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON HERE?" Mohammed demanded.

Shane, who was being held by Andre, and Jermaine, was bleeding from the
side of his mouth and his jaw was bruised. "He started it."

	"BULLSHIT!" Sean roared, as he was held by Sonny and Eric, though
Sonny was doing more of the holding. "He started it."

	"I don't care who started what!" Mohammed rumbled. "What the hell
is going on around here?"

Shane pointed his finger at Sean. "He started it by talking about Victor."

	"All I did was tell the truth. Victor was a fucking drug dealer and
everyone in this room knows that...except you!"

	"You bitch!" Shane snapped back. "You jealous bitch!"

	"Stop it! Stop it!" Mohammed snapped. "Now I don't know what's
going on here but the last thing I need nor want is a bunch of turmoil up
in here."

Sean and Shane calmed down a bit and Mohammed continued. "Now if you two
can't act like you got some sense then you will have to get up out of
here."

	"Why are two fighting anyway?" Eric asked.

Shane began. "He keeps giving me grief about Victor."

Sean shook his head. "Tell them what you said to me. That if I had a man in
my life I wouldn't have been raped."

All eyes were on Shane now. Eric asked the question. "Why did you say
that?"

Shane raised his chin in defiance. "Cause it's true." Shane replied. When
he noticed the looks of his friends he knew he didn't mean what he said and
wished he hadn't said a thing about the money or anything else but it was
too late now to take it back.

	"I can't believe you said that." Eric replied in utter disbelief.

Shane glared at Eric. "Well I did. I'm saying what everyone in this room is
thinking and not saying."

	"That's enough, Shane." Mohammed warned.

	"No it's not Mo-Mo. We have all had conversations about how hot in
the ass Sean was and that one day he'd get in trouble. We all thought maybe
it would be AIDS not getting raped." Shane went on.

	"I said that's enough. Stop it." Mohammed repeated.

	"Let him finish." Sean said as tears burned at his eyes.

Shane went on. "If you had not been out there tricking around like a 'ho'
then none of this would have happened."

Sean shook his head with a sad smile on his face. "You finished now?"

Shane nodded his head. Sean looked around at everyone and by the looks on
some of their faces the things Shane had said were true. They did discuss
his life and what he was doing and disagreed with it. Who the fuck were
they to judge him?

	"So?" Sean began, "You all thought that I got what I had coming?"

No one replied at first. Mohammed stepped towards Sean.

	"You know better than that." He said.

Sean looked up at Mohammed. If there was anyone that he knew wouldn't have
said anything much less think anything like Shane had said, it was
Mohammed.

	"I don't. I mean my own brother was thinking it, why not everyone
else." Sean said. He turned and headed to the door.

	"Sean come back," Eric called out. "Where you going?"

Sean turned back around. "I'm going to go home and pack my brothers
things."

Shane's eyes grew large. "What you talking about?"

	"Ofcourse you are leaving," Sean said. "After all, I'm not the one
with seventy five Gs of drug money hidden in my closet." And with that Sean
turned and was gone as everyone looked at Shane disapprovingly and
accusingly.



Brett needed a drink. He needed to be out and about and around people and
where better to get a drink and be around people than Da City. When he
walked in he went straight to the bar. He ordered a Stoli vodka and orange
juice. He sipped it...no drained it down and then ordered another and then
a third. His plane to New York City didn't leave until the next day and he
was going to have a ball before he was off. When his agent had called about
a modeling gig in New York City he jumped at it and who even knew if he was
even going to come back. He had way too many bad memories around this city
to want to come back anyway.

	During the course of his stay at 'Da City' he was cruised by
several men...some were hot and sexy like the Island brotha with the
mini-dreads and obviously packing a big package. His name was Arthel and he
bought him a drink. They danced a couple of hot and sexy dances where Brett
grinded up against him and felt what the Island boy was packing. Then there
was the thug brotha, named Darryl...tall and lean with muscles in the right
places and that serious sexy thug look. Baggy jeans sagging off his ample
ass and wearing no underwear, a white wife beater that showed off a thick
muscled chest. He had tattoos, two fists full of rings and a big gold
necklace with an eagle at the end of it. Darryl walked up like he knew
Brett and owned him. They chatted briefly before they were on the dance
floor moving to an ol' school R. Kelly joint...'Bump N Grind' and Brett was
down for a bump and grind with Darryl.

	"So can I like taste whatcha got?" Darryl demanded more than asked.

Brett fixed him with a sexy smile. "Oh yeah." One for the road.

They were about to walk out when 'he' walked in. Brett stopped in his
tracks when he saw him. He had a few words for him and he was going to say
them.

	"Darryl could you wait just a second?" Brett was already gone
before Darryl could reply.

Dalziel didn't notice Brett when he walked in and he headed for the bar. He
was about to drink his bottle of beer when a hand grabbed it and pulled it
out of his hand. Dalziel turned around and he smiled when he recognized
Brett.

	"Well, it's the sexy freak model." Dalziel said with a laugh.

Brett pursed his lips and looked at Dalziel threw slitted eyes. "Well, it's
sleazy photographer."

Dalziel chuckled and reached for the beer but Brett pulled it out of his
reach.

	"Seems to be that you were enjoying my sleaziness and wanted more
of it." Dalziel answered back. He let his hand grip his dick which was
growing hard. Try as he might Brett could not help looking at it and he
remembered the feel of that big dick in his ass and his ass remembered it
all too well indeed. Dalziel stood up and stepped close to Brett until he
could smell Dalziel's cologne.

	"I bet you want some of my sleaziness now." Dalziel said.

Dalziel was right, Brett did want to experience him again but he wasn't
going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

	"Actually, I have a date." Brett said proudly. He waved for Darryl,
who came over.

Darryl joined Brett while giving Dalziel a hard look over. "Whatsappenin'?"
Darryl said.

	"Dalziel this is Darryl," Brett said. "And tonight Darryl is gonna
have a taste of me."

Dalziel looked Darryl up and down and smiled. "Aight...he's a sexy
mothafucka."

Darryl smiled, flashing a gold tooth smile. "Thanks."

Brett smiled. "Yes, he is."

	"Yeah and he likes to have his ass licked." Dalziel volunteered.

Brett couldn't believe his ears. "What?"

	"Oh yeah," Dalziel said. "I've tasted that ass before and would
love to taste it again." And with that Dalziel reached out and pulled
Darryl close to him and wiggled his finger into the crack of Darryl's
ass. Brett watched in amazed disbelief as Darryl, with his eyes half shut,
moaned. Brett watched as Dalziel pulled Darryl closer so that he was
standing between his legs. He turned him around so that he was facing
Brett, giving Dalziel better access to his hot ass. He began fingering
Darryl's ass through his baggy jeans. Brett could see Darryl's dick spring
to life and his nipples grow erect and hard.

	"Go ahead Brett." Dalziel said. "Touch him. Touch him anywhere."

To Brett's surprise he stepped closer and tweaked Darryl's erect nipples
and was rewarded by a low groan. Dalziel was smiling. "Yeeeah...he likes
that."

Brett could feel his dick getting hard. He played with Darryl's nipples
while he looked into Dalziel's eyes. Those sexy eyes.

	"So Brett have you ever been a top?"

Brett shook his head no. He couldn't speak. The blood was rushing through
his brain and with the alcohol and his horny condition he didn't want to
speak.

	"It's fun...Darryl here is a thug aight...a thug bottom."

Brett looked at Darryl and realized that what Dalziel was saying was true.

	"Would you like to try topping this tight ass." Dalziel said as he
spun Darryl around allowing him to see his ass. Brett stared at it and to
his own amazement his dick grew harder.

	"Yeah," Dalziel sighed. "You wanna top that ass. So let's go back
to my place so you can ride this."

Brett agreed and the three of them were out as the music thumped and the
playas bumped in Da City.



I have seen some shit and experienced some drama but the shit that happened
at Mo-Mo's took the cake. One minute everyone was chillin and the next all
kinds of shit was being said and coming out. As longs as I have known the
twins I have never seen them fight until now and then when Sean let it be
known that Shane had seventy five thousand dollars in the house, a gift
from Victor after his death, everyone wanted to know if he was crazy.



Mo-Mo: Shane have you lost your fucking mind? 75 thousand dollars of drug
money in your house? That is the stupidest thing you have ever done.



Sonny: WOW! That's a lot of cheddar to have laying around. You need to get
it out of there and soon.



Dre: DAYUM YO! That's crazy mad, man.



Jermaine: It's pretty dangerous and irresponsible to have that money in the
house like that, Shane.



It didn't take Shane long to jet out. I tried to call Sean on his cellphone
but got the voicemail. I left a message and hoped he would call me
back. Jermaine and I said our goodbyes to everyone. I checked in with Dre
to see what he was up to. He said he had something to do and would probably
be home in the morning, if Jermaine and I wanted to stay at the crib. I had
to smile, that must mean that Dre was going off to do his own thing with
his mystery brotha.

	"That was certainly something at Mohammed's." Jermaine said as he
drove.

I nodded. "Yeah, I still can't believe it."

	"Me either. 75 thousand dollars and kept in the house...wow."

I looked at Jermaine. He looked so handsome. "What would you do with 75
thousand dollars?"

Jermaine looked at me briefly then back to the road. He seemed to be
thinking and then he said. "I'd invest a lot of it, pay off some bills and
then spend the rest on you and my son."

I smiled.

	"What would you do with it?" He asked.

I smiled. "I'd lay it all out on a bed and make love with you on it."

Jermaine chuckled. "Can I change my answer? I like your idea better."

	"You can't change your answer but you can take me to my place and
we can make love."

	"What about the money?"

	"I have a monopoly money."

Jermaine smiled. "Hmmmm...let's do this."



Mohammed stood in the doorway of Jamal's room and watched him sleep. He use
to do that when he was a baby and now he was still doing it. Jamal looked
so peaceful and so fragile. He was glad to have him home. He was glad that
he was safe. God and Allah be praised for this blessing. He felt a pair of
arms wrap around his waist, the arms of Sonny. He felt Sonny press his
naked chest against his bareback and kissed the back of Mohammed's
neck. They stood there and Mohammed smiled. This was love. Love for his son
and love for Sonny. Mohammed turned to face Sonny and kissed him.

	"Did I tell you that I love you." Mohammed said.

Sonny smiled. "Not in the last five minutes."

	"I love you." Mohammed said.

Sonny kissed him. "I love you too." He looked at the sleeping Jamal and saw
the teddy bear that Brett had brought over at the foot of the bed. "It was
nice of Brett to bring that bear."

Mohammed nodded. "Yeah."

Sonny held Mohammed's hand. "Mohammed, it's okay for you to care about
Brett."

Mohammed closed his eyes. He did care. Not like before when they were in
love. He had to believe that Brett did love him once upon a time. He wished
only good things for Brett. When Mohammed opened his eyes he was looking at
Sonny. Sexy Sonny bare-chested and beautiful. Full of love and
caring. Sonny, the man that he cared more about, the man that he
loved. Mohammed smiled and with Sonny's hand in his they walked back to
their bedroom.



By the time Shane got home, Sean was in his room. He had no idea if he was
asleep or not. He also noticed that a lot of his stuff had been packed for
him. This was ridiculous. They were brothers, twins, and they were letting
money get between them. Yes, they said some hurtful things to each other,
about each other but this was too much. He didn't mean to hurt Sean, he
knew how the rape had effected him, it effected him as well. He did blame
Sean at first when it happened but it wasn't about sex, it was about
violence and someone trying to control another, taking...stealing from
another person. Sean saw the worst in Victor but there was a lot of
good. The fact that Victor killed Silk Mitchell for what he did proved
that. No, he was not going to go not without talking to Sean. Not without
telling him the truth.



Sean had heard the front door open and knew Shane was home. He was sitting
on his bed his heart heavy and sad. When he got home and began packing some
of Shane's stuff the phone had rung and to his surprise it was Matthew.

	"Is everything okay, Sean?" Matthew had asked.

	"Yeah, everything is fine, why do you ask?" Sean asked.

	"Nothing...it's just that for some reason...I don't know, I thought
maybe something was going on with you. My bad, sorry I disturbed you."

	"You didn't, I was just packing my brothers stuff."

	"Why?" Matthew asked and despite himself, Sean told him everything
and when he was done Matthew was silent before he spoke.

	"Sean, rape is not just hard on the victim but it's hard on the
family and friends who are close to the victim. They feel just as helpless,
just as violated and just like the victim there is nothing they can do
about it or could do about it. You two are twins so I'm not surprised at
his reaction and the things he said. I know they hurt, they hurt you bad
but considering what you both have been through some forgiveness and
healing needs to take place. Because here is the truth. If neither one of
you had the other during these times, I don't think either of you would be
here today."

	Sean was sitting on his bed thinking about Matthew's words when he
heard the knock at his door. He didn't answer it, he couldn't but he knew
who it was.

	"Sean, we have to talk." Shane said.

Sean looked at the door. He rose off the bed and opened it. Shane was
looking at him looking troubled, hurt, scared, and remorseful. Sean stepped
aside and let Shane come into his room.

Sean closed the door and Shane turned to face him. They stood there for a
long time and then suddenly they both said.

	"I'm sorry." They fell into each other's arms and began crying and
hugging and holding each other. They didn't let go and they cried for
hours. When the crying was done they talked. Sean told Shane how he felt
after the rape and what he was going through and feeling. Shane told Sean
how he felt after Victor's death and what he was going through and
feeling. Shane then told Sean what Errol had told him. Sean was silent for
a moment. He rose to his feet and looked out his bedroom window. He turned
back to look at Shane.

	"Victor did that for me?" Sean asked in disbelief.

Shane rose to his feet and stood in front of his brother. "He did it for
us."

Tears rolled down Sean's face as he and Shane embraced again.

	"I love you, Shane." Sean said.

	"I love you, Sean." Shane replied.



Julien was sitting in front of his computer screen at home, his notes on
what had happened to his partner. He knew it all and it was all one big and
very convenient coincidence that Montgomery exploited to his advantage. Had
Sean Jackson not have been raped then Silk Mitchell would still be alive
but would Victor? Would Errol? Would Montgomery? The bottom line was that a
cop, yes, a bad cop had been killed and he knew who the killer was and the
reasons why. So what do you do? Do you go out and arrest the parties
involved? They deserved it but surely the connection between the Mitchell
murder and the Jackson rape would be drawn and it would involve both Shane
and Sean Jackson and hadn't they suffered enough? If Bund turned himself in
and he was able to lead him to Errol, the man who killed Montgomery maybe
something could be worked out to protect Sean and Shane Jackson but so far
Bund had not come in and Julien was considering having him picked up but
did he really want to bring in Errol, a man who for all intents and
purposes dealt out justice to two men who deserved. But it wasn't his place
to meet out that justice and it wasn't Julien's place to decided on who
should and should not be brought in to face their crimes. He had a job to
do and it had to be done. Julien picked up the phone and called the on duty
desk sergeant. He told him to have uniforms pick up one Tony Cornell Bundy
AKA Bund. He instructed the desk sergeant that once Bundy was located and
brought in that he wanted to be called immediately. Three hours later he
got the call that when the uniformed officers arrived at the address they
had on Bundy that he was gone and according to neighbors he had moved out
days earlier. Julien listened and rubbed his aching head. Sending anyone
out to find Errol, which was the only name he had on the suspect, would be
fruitless as well. With Bund gone he had no real way to find Errol and
without Errol...Julien sighed heavily as he picked up the phone and dialed
the number of Lt. Dennis, who had been sleeping up until his phone rang. He
told him what he had and the information he was able to gather.

	"Well," Lt. Dennis said pulling himself up in his bed. "Seems like
we are at an impasse. Unless this Bund character or this Errol character
shows up there isn't much we can do."

	"Sorry Lieut." Julien said.

	"Don't worry about it. I'll call the Captain, at a distant hour,
and let her know. This will go to cold cases."

	"Yes sir." Julien said.

	"Okay, well sergeant, get some rest."

	"Yes sir." Julien said hanging up the phone. He shut off his
computer and put away his notes. Here he had the answer to two murders and
without Bund and Errol there wasn't much more he could do...actually there
was a lot he could do, if he wanted to the fact was that Montgomery and
Mitchell got what they deserved and perhaps the was the real justice and
the only justice that mattered here. Julien got up from his desk, he put in
his 'Smooth Groove' CD in and then went and poured himself a glass of
wine. He was going to chill out and rest.

	The knocking on his door aroused Julien. He rubbed his eyes as he
got to his feet. He must have drifted off. He went to the door and opened
it. A smile spread across his face as he saw Andre standing there.

	"Whatsup?" Andre said.

	"Hello." Julien said still wiping his eyes.

	"Did I disturb you?"

	"No..oh no, come in." Julien said stepping aside. Andre walked in
and Julien closed the door behind him. He watched as Andre took a seat on
the couch. Julien was glad Andre was there. Andre looked at Julien, who was
still standing by the door.

	"You gonna stand over there all night or what?" Andre asked. Julien
walked over and joined Andre on the couch.

	"How was the party?" Julien asked.

Andre rolled his eyes. "Man, it was good until the drama began."

	"Drama?" Julien asked. "What drama?"

	"Just family drama. Shane and Sean got into it and said some things
but you know what, I didn't come here to talk about the party."

Julien couldn't help smiling. "Really? So what did you come over here for?"

Andre leaned over and kissed Julien, their tongues teasing and
dancing. Andre's breathing was racing, his pulse pounding and his dick
raging and hard. Julien seemed to have sensed that and reached over and
began to unzip and undo Andre's pants. Andre feverishly removed his shirt.

	"Ahhhh Shit..." Andre moaned. "Damn Julien touch my shit before I
die."

Julien smiled as he gripped Andre's thick nine inch dick and with the tip
of his tongue he licked it. Andre arched his back and groaned. Julien
repeated it again and again and each time Andre responded. Julien then took
it into his mouth and Andre tensed up.

	"AHHHHHHH FUCK!...Suck that dick...suck that dick!" Andre groaned
and moaned, his body quivering. "Let's get naked and get in the bed before
I cum right here."

	"No," Julien said. "we can't have that."

They got up from the couch. Julien went to turn the music off but Andre
wanted him to leave it on. They went into the bedroom and removed the
remainder of their clothes. Andre crawled across the bed and laid on his
back, his massive nine inch smooth, chocolate, cut dick hard and ready for
action.

	"Go for it, detective." Andre said. Julien crawled between Andre's
legs and began sucking his dick again as the music from the living room
drifted into the room and mixed with the sounds of Andre's moans and the
sounds of Julien sucking his dick.

	"Oh damn...shit...baby you gonna make me cum...ahhhh fuck
yeah...yeah..."

Julien tickled Andre's balls with his finger tips while he let his dick
slide in and out of his mouth.

	"Oh yeah...your mouth feels so damn good...Yeah...yeah...suck it
baby."

Andre's dick seemed to get bigger and bigger in Julien's mouth but he
didn't stop knowing that soon Andre would explode.

	"Awwww...Awwww...I'm
gonna...Ahhhhhh...Jul...Julien...You...OOOOH...I'M GONNA..."

	"Give it to me." Julien said.

Andre looked down at Julien in disbelief but it was replaced with a
different look when he felt his dick give way and he exploded in Julien's
mouth and all over his face.

	"Oh shit!" Andre sighed, looking at Julien.

	"I better go and clean myself up." Julien said.

Andre stopped him. "No, I'll do it." Andre got up and went into the
bathroom. Julien laid on the bed listening as Andre ran water in the
sink. He walked back out with a towel in his hands. He sat on the bed next
to Julien and began to clean his face with the warm face towel. He then
flipped the towel over and began to wash his neck and moved it down and
across his chest. Julien shivered.

	"You like that?" Andre giggled doing it again.

	"Yeah, it feels good." Julien replied.

Andre smiled. He put the face towel down and began licking Julien's chest
with his tongue, running it across his hard nipples.

	"OOOOOOOH!" Julien moaned. That felt too fucking good. He felt
Andre's tongue moving down his body and his own hard dick was twitching
crazily.  Andre turned his body so that they both were in the '69' position
and began fingering Julien's ass. "OH GOD...OH GOD...AWWWWW!"

Julien opened his eyes and saw Andre's fine, tight ass within licking
range. He couldn't resist it. He stuck his tongue out and touched Andre's
ass.

	"MMMM...do that shit again." Andre moaned.

Julien did and Andre moaned again as he stuck more of his ass closer to
Julien's mouth and tongue so that he could better lick it. Julien's tongue
found his asshole and wet it good and stuck his tongue in as far as it
could go and then began licking it like a lollipop. Andre continued
fingering Julien's ass while both men moaned and groaned.  Andre rolled off
Julien's body.

	"I gotta make love to you. I gotta have that ass." He said as he
spread Julien's thighs.

Julien reached into the draw of his bedside table and handed Andre a
condom. "Do it baby."

Andre slipped the Magnum condom on his dick and then slipped his covered
dick into Julien's tight ass. Andre slowly began to thrust into Julien's
ass as he wrapped his legs around Andre.

	"God...yeah...yeah...that ass is good."

	"Yeah...God...yeah...work that ass."

They were covered in sweat as they made love. Bodies tangle and twisted
together. Julien held onto to Andre's body as he fucked his ass, as he made
love to him. He began jacking his own dick as Andre plowed into his ass.

	"OOOOH...YES..." Andre panted. "Squeeze my dick with that
ass. Squeeze it!"

Julien did as he was told and Andre thrusted and pumped harder and
faster. Andre's dick felt like heaven inside of Julien's tight ass and he
didn't want it to end. He reached up and grabbed Andre and kissed him long
and deep and that was all it took as Andre exploded.

	"DAAAAAAAAYUM!" Andre let out.

	"OHMYGOD...OHMYGOD...OHMYGOD..." Julien moaned as his own dick
exploded spitting hot cum all over his stomach and chest.

Andre kissed Julien lightly on the lips as they snuggled together in the
bed and drifted off to sleep as the music on the CD player continued to
play.



The arrived at Dalziel's place, Brett left his car at Da City and rode in
the car with Dalziel and Darryl. In the car there was plenty of touching
and teasing. Brett had his dick sucked by Darryl as they drove back to
Dalziel's place. By the time they had arrived everyone was super fucking
horny and ready to explode. Once they were inside behind closed doors it
all began. Dalziel grabbed Darryl and laid him on the couch. He then turned
to Brett, who was horny and sporting a serious hard dick.

	"You wanna fuck that thug ass over there?"

Brett nodded his head. He had never been a top before. Had never wanted to
until now.

	"Cool...well, you stand over here and don't move til I tell ya."
Dalziel said as he walked over to Darryl. He knelt next to him on the couch
and began to slowly remove his clothes. He started with his timbs and
socks. As he removed them he began to lick and suck the toes. Darryl moaned
and giggled and as Brett watched he began to touch himself. Dalziel
unzipped Darryl's pants and pulled out his dick. It was 8 inches, cut and
ready to spit. Dalziel looked at Darryl, who was lost in the pleasure of it
all. Dalziel began to slowly jack Darryl's big dick as he looked back at
Brett, who had pulled his own dick out and was jacking it.

	"Yeah..."Dalziel said, "Jack that dick." He turned his attention
back to Darryl and began stroking his dick faster while Darryl's own hand
snaked up his shirt and played with his hard nipples.

	"Shit yo..." Darryl panted. "Damn...jack that dick...jack it."
Dalziel continued with long smooth strokes.

	"Take your shirt off." Dalziel ordered Darryl. The young hot thug
removed his shirt exposing his thick, tattooed muscled chest.

	"Goddamn!"  Brett exclaimed when he saw Darryl's chest. He stroked
his dick harder and faster. He wanted to touch him so bad now. He made a
step towards them but Dalziel stopped him.

	"I didn't tell you to come over here. Stay there."

Brett stopped but he wanted so bad to feel Darryl's body. To suck his
dick. To fuck that ass. He watched as Dalziel pulled off Darryl's pants and
Brett gasped as he looked at the sweet, chocolate stud body laying on the
couch hot and horny. Dalziel then rolled Darryl over on his belly and while
he pulled on his dick he spread his ass cheeks with his free hand.

	"You see that hot hole?" Dalziel asked not looking at Brett but he
was talking to him.

	"Yeah." Brett answered close to cumming.

Dalziel blew into Darryl's ass and the the young thug moaned.

	"Shit...damnit!" Darryl said.

	"This is a hot ass. You want some?" Dalziel asked.

Brett could only nod. He watched as Dalziel sucked on his finger and once
it was dripping with saliva he inserted it into Darryl's young ass.

	"AWW FUCK!" Darryl slapped the couch with his hands. "GODDAMNIT
YO!"

Dalziel worked the finger in and out of Darryl's ass causing the young thug
to moan, wiggle, squeal and scream. "OOOH OOOH OOOH...SHIT YEAH...SHIT
YEAH..."

	"Yeah Brett," Dalziel said. "You like this ass? Do you want this
ass?"

	"Ahhh shit...fuck me...fuck me." Darryl moaned.

	"You want to fuck this?" Dalziel said as he worked his finger up to
the second knuckle of his middle finger.

	"Yes...I want to fuck that." Brett said.

	"Damn...someone fuck me, damn!" Darryl called out.

Dalziel smiled and waved Brett over. When Brett came over Dalziel began
removing his clothes until Brett was completely naked. He then gave Brett's
hard dick a few tight pulls. He then stood behind Brett and spoke into his
ear.

	"That ass is yours...go fuck it." Dalziel said.

	"Fuck this ass." Darryl moaned.

Brett stepped took his dick and entered it into Darryl's ass. He placed his
hands on Darryl's ass cheeks and slowly pushed himself inside. His eyes
grew wide as he felt the unfamiliar and wonderful feeling of Darryl's tight
ass around his dick.

	"Oh god!" Brett groaned out as he began moving and thrusting into
Darryl's ass. It was an incredible feeling that he had never had before.

	"Fuck that ass you mothafucker!" Darryl said. "Fuck that ass."

Brett thrusted and drove his dick in deep. Dalziel walked behind Brett and
knelt down and began fingering his ass with the same finger he had used on
Darryl. Brett closed his eyes as he felt the familiar feeling in his ass
and the new feeling around his dick.

	"Shit...DAMN!" Brett was losing his mind. He wanted to cum but he
didn't want it to end.

	"How you like that ass?" Dalziel asked Brett with his finger still
in his ass.

	"Yeah...it's good...it's good." Brett answered.

	"You like that dick?" Dalziel asked Darryl.

	"Awww fuck yeah!"

Dalziel smiled and began removing his pants. He spread Brett's ass cheeks
and then thrust his own dick deep inside Brett.

	"OOOOOOOH DAMN!" Brett let out as he felt Dalziel's dick invade him
and penetrate his ass.

Brett squeezed Darryl's ass as Dalziel fucked Brett. Dalziel reached around
and grabbed Brett's nipples and twisted them. Brett squealed out and
thrusted deeper into Darryl's ass. The three of them thrusted and bucked,
moaned and groaned, squealed and screwed.

	"OOH AHHH...YEAH YEAH..." Darryl moaned

	"AWW SHIT...AWW SHIT...OOOOH SHIT." Brett groaned

Dalziel slapped Brett hard on the ass as he drive in hard and deep. He
smacked Brett's ass again and again and with each slap Brett wiggled and
thrusted his ass back and then drove his dick deep into Darryl. It was
Dalziel who popped first. As he exploded in his ass, Brett let out a howl
and he erupted into Darryl's ass. Darryl popped last as his dick exploded
and pumped out all over the couch.

	Brett awoke to find himself sleeping next to Dalziel and Darryl on
the floor. They were all naked. Brett got up, found his clothes and began
getting dressed. He was at the door when Dalziel sat up.

	"You tipping out?"

Brett turned around. "Yeah, I have a plane to New York to catch."

Dalziel nodded. "You comin' back?"

Brett looked at Dalziel and the sleeping Darryl and shook his head. "No."
And with that Brett walked out. Dalziel smiled after him. He knew Brett
would be back.

To be Continued.

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