Date: Sun, 21 Feb 2016 16:11:42 -0500
From: eric jones <joneseral@gmail.com>
Subject: Dominion, Chapter 1

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Dominion, Chapter 1

"Boy, you betta watch where the fuck you goin," he said as he jumped
out of the way, damn near hitting the front window of the jewelry
store as he just made it by. "Mall full of muthafuckas and you so
interested in ya damn phone you bout to start some shit!" Tariq was
pissed. He and his boys came to the mall to stunt and be seen. Sure,
to look around too, but mainly it was to be looked at. It had been
years since he had been "polite" and even moved out of the way for
someone walking at him, and never in his life did he have to literally
jump out of the way for some little punk white dude.

Spotless Timbs, jeans saggin and the universal wifebeater made the
base of Tariq's and his boys' look. You could see damn near all of
Tariq's ass pokin out above his sagged jeans, but those boxer briefs
were clean as hell. Tariq has shoulder length dreads, not too perfect,
but far from raggedy. You gotta look like you didn't spend two hours a
day on yourself like a fuckin girl, but still you can't look homeless.
His three boys with him were wearing almost the exact same thing, just
change the colors around a bit. The young thug uniform didn't allow
much creativity when it came to the basics. Hair had to be braided or
rowed or dreaded-up - no plain old fades or bald heads for Carolina
playas. Timbs were a must even in the middle of the summer.

Add all the bling you can manage, just to set it off, and you've got a
good start. Tariq had more tats that his boys, but he was also two
years older than anyone else in his crew, at 23. Enough high or drunk
nights in the next few years and they would be as tatted-up as Tariq.

But he was better looking than his boys, there was no doubt. Standing
6 feet 3 inches he seemed to tower over his own crew and most everyone
else. He had dark, smooth skin, bright, light brown eyes and thick,
full lips. He was clean-shaven, but that was because his shit wouldn't
grow in the way Tariq wanted it.

Yeah he looked good, as always, and eyes were on him from the moment
he stepped out of his mom's house. At the mall he and his boys were
getting the stares that Tariq craved. He would rather be dead than
ignored. Fortunately being ignored or not-noticed was something that
just didn't happen to Tariq Alston. Always the center of attention.

And then on a busy Friday night, making rounds at the mall and
stunting as usual, comes this fuckin oblivious-ass white boy with his
phone glued to his face.

"Ay! Dude you bout to get fucked up if you don't watch where the fuck
you goin" Tariq yelled a little too loud, in a deep, booming voice
that would have carried up and down the mall no matter how loud he
tried to be. Heads turned in a flash, and for a brief second Tariq
regretted he had yelled like he did.

It only took another second for Tariq to get even more pissed when he
realized the one person whose attention he was trying to get hadn't
even heard him.

His boy Corey couldn't help but notice the whole scene, especially the
preppy white dude who was in his own little world, and had made
cocky-ass Tariq jump out of the way, instead of yielding like everyone
else in the world always did for him and the crew. Corey thought it
would be funny as shit if there was an escalator or some stairs coming
up, cause no doubt the white dude would fall right off the edge and
not even know it. What was on that damn phone that had him on lock
while he was walking through the mall?!?!

"Yo, Tariq, dat muthafucka damn-near walked ova yo ass and he don't
know a damn thing happened cause he's playin with his damn phone.
Dat's fucked up, bruh!" Corey was good and getting under Tariq's skin.
He didn't know what was more amazing to him, that he saw Tariq have to
jump out of the way like a second-class punk, or that the dude was
still ignoring Tariq as he was calling him out in front of half the
people in town! Corey knew this wasn't over. That kinda excited him
too. Been a boring night so far, but shit is about to pop-off.

"Imma fuck this dude up" Tariq said as he regained his composure and
started walking with a purpose toward the white dude who was trying to
fuck up his night.

Just like all the idiots who walk the streets texting or reading
emails on their phone when they should be paying attention to where
they are going, totally unaware of what's going on around them, Eric
was walking way too slow. Human nature makes you slow down a bit when
your instincts tell you that you're doing something that is bound to
cause you harm. Eric just didn't know how much harm was stomping its
way towards him at this moment. Instinct can only help you so much you
when you're blocking everything out to read the tiny words on a cell
phone screen.

WWHHHHAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP! Tariq slapped Eric hard on the back of the head
and he half-jumped and half-fell forward. His Blackberry was
catapulted out of his hands and into the crowd of people in front of
him, and as he tried to catch his balance he thought heard the awful
sound of expensive metal and plastic hitting the tile floor. Probably
a million pieces somewhere in that mix of people. He was about to fall
flat on his face, but that phone was still on his mind.

It never occurred to Eric that there was more to worry about right
behind him. He just wasn't afraid of anything, at least not anything
in the mall. His mind was elsewhere.

"Ay, yo! Man you just about knocked me the fuck over" Tariq bellowed again.

He caught up with Eric and grabbed him by the collar, pulling hard and
spinning him around. The look of surprise on Eric's face was
unmistakable, and the anger on Tariq's face was equally clear. But
they didn't get to exchange any words, and there was no more pushing
at this point.

The commotion of the whole crew bearing down on Eric, and the slap had
drawn even more attention than usual, and unfortunately for Tariq it
was more than rich soccer moms and casual shoppers who were now
focused on what was happening. A pathetic "mall cop" couple came
running up, walkie-talkies and clubs in hand. Within seconds everyone
scattered, even Corey and the other two members of Tariq's supposedly
loyal band of brothers. All that was left as the fake cops arrived was
Tariq and Eric, and a ring of onlookers numbering around 100 at a
respectful distance - close enough to see the fight but not close
enough to get in the action. It all happened so fast Tariq never even
noticed he was on his own, and Eric just realized he was in the middle
of what looked like a fight ring, all eyes on him and this thugged-out
black guy who wasn't taking his eyes of him. Friday was getting
strange really fast, for both of them.

Tariq had done some time in juvie, and a few stints in county for
minor crap that was just part of life on the streets. For Tariq it
would have been weird to not have at least a couple of blips on his
record, and for Eric anything more than a speeding ticket would have
been even weirder.

The mall cops started their over-the-top SWAT team interrogations of
Tariq, but he wasn't taking his eyes off Eric, not even when the cops
tried to push him to the ground. The look on his face was so intense,
and Eric was starting to realize he had really done something to get
this guy worked up. The plastic temporary handcuffs came out and went
on Tariq. It flashed through his mind was how quickly the cops assumed
the guy with dark skin and dreads was the instigator - regardless of
the fact he actually was! He broke eye contact with Eric long enough
to look around, still ignoring the worthless mall cops who he knew
wouldn't do anything. He realized his boys were gone. "Yellow
muthafuckas" he thought to himself. Everyone knew he liked attention,
but all alone, being gawked at by all these damn people, was getting
him more annoyed.

Tariq was by the wall now, as the fake cops made their rounds asking
anyone and everyone what happened. While no one who saw what happened
stuck around to talk, there were plenty of gossipy bitches who offered
testimony about something they could only guess about! That would work
to his advantage.

He looked back at Eric, who had never moved from his original
position. He got a good long unhurried look at him for the first time.
Eric stood 5'11" or shorter, he had short, business-like blond hair,
fair clean complexion and a more than decent body. He was no
bodybuilder, and didn't have the arms and upper body of Tariq, but it
was clear even with clothes on that Eric could have walked around with
his shirt off without embarrassing himself. He had a cute to average
face, and Tariq thought he had to be about his same age, or 25 at the
most. He had on the prep uniform, with a button-down shirt, khakis and
those grey New Balances that every white boy in college owned.

After he had looked him up from head to toe a couple of times, Tariq
looked Eric dead in the face. Their eyes were locked.

There was something about Eric's blank expression and the way he
stared right back that Tariq liked for some reason, although he
couldn't put his finger on it. He was the center of Eric's attention
now. He didn't seem to notice the ring of nosey onlookers who were
still waiting around for a fight or an arrest or something else to
make a night at the mall a little more exciting. Eric was focused just
on him. What was it about this dude?

One of the cops walked up to Eric and told him to get lost, and at the
same time announced "there's nothing to see here" and told the crowd
to move along. Eric paused a moment or two longer, and finally turned
and started walking away.

Tariq kept his eyes on his ass as he slowly walked away, and he felt
the hairs on his arms prick up a little. About ten feet away Eric
stopped and slowly turned back to look at Tariq. Those hairs pricked
up a little more. "What da fuck" Tariq thought to himself? But he
couldn't take his eyes away, and he couldn't even try to look mean.

The mall cops took off the plastic cuffs and sent Tariq away, telling
him to stay away from the mall for three years. He walked off,
wondering where his punk-ass boys had got to. He was gonna bust some
ass when he found his cowardly crew. You don't leave you boy when the
fight is on, especially not because of some fake ass mall cops.
"Fucked up nite, man" Tariq fumed to himself as he plowed through the
mall lookin for his friends.

He must have wandered around for half an hour, and made two loops
through the mall. He remembered the phone on his hip and started to
call his friends. Damn, battery almost dead and not signal for shit.
"I'm gonna fuckin kill somebody" was going through Tariq's head,
getting louder and more insist with each step and each moment.

As he was about to start his third round he thought "I gotta get some
air" and settle down, but away from all these damn people laughing and
shopping. He walked to the closest exit and slammed through the doors,
almost hitting a mom and daughter who were coming in the other way. He
pulled out a cigarette and fired up, inhaling deeply. He paced around
and realized he had been walking for a long time and needed to sit his
ass down for a minute. With all these ashtrays he knew there had to be
some damn benches out here somewhere for the shoppers to use on their
smoke breaks. This was North Carolina after all, and smokers do get
some consideration! Rounding the corner he spotted a bench and was
about to squat for a minute. It was kinda dark and as he sat he
noticed a figure sitting on the bench just opposite. As his eyes
quickly adjusted to the dim lighting he recognized Eric, sitting there
with his face cradled in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. He
looked like he was totally lost in thought, as unaware of his
surroundings as he was with that phone in his hands.

Fire started up deep inside him almost instantly. With his friends
having apparently dissed him, and after stomping around for an hour
alone he had plenty of frustration pent up inside him. His street
smarts and a quick review of his surroundings told him immediately he
could beat the ever-living-shit out of this muthafucka right now and
odds are no one would ever know. He leaped to his feet and started
towards Eric. Bout to be on!!

Eric suddenly picked his head up and looked directly at Tariq, that
same blank look and total lack of fear. It was as if he was looking
right through Tariq.

He had no idea why, but Tariq never took another step towards him.
Instead he turned and took a few steps away. "Dammit" he thought to
himself. "Fuck!" He never said a word though, and although his mind
was racing his body seemed totally calm. It was like the Twilight
Zone. Tariq had lived 23 years and thought he knew himself as well as
any man, but he didn't know what was happening at that moment. He
turned around, walked back to the bench opposite Eric and slowly sat
down. They stared at each other, but not a word. Tariq pulled the pack
of smokes from his pocket and fired one up. He took two deep drags,
blowing his smoke straight across to the bench where Eric was sitting.
He reached deep in to his jeans pocket, and quickly retrieved the
contents. Anyone in Eric's position could have easily thought Tariq
had pulled out a gun or a knife, but Eric never budged, never took his
eyes of Tariq's face.

Tariq had pulled out his cigs and lighter again. He took out another
cig. He tossed it the 5 or 6 feet to where Eric was sitting and then
tossed his lighter. They landed in Eric's lap. Eric looked down and
then picked up the cigarette and lighter, lit it up like he smoked
every day, took one deep drag, and then coughed and damn near gagged
like any first-time smoker would. He had a head-rush from one drag,
but he took another pull and then blew the smoke back across to where
Tariq was sitting, watching him.

"Thanks" Eric said.

A few minutes passed with more silence, but the stares continued. They
finished their cigarettes just as the first rain drops started to
fall.

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Tariq had much pussy in his 23 years. He lost his virginity at 15,
later than most of his boys, but he made up for the delay with sheer
numbers in a very short period of time. He got brain for the first
time in the school bathroom, from a fly girl that was a hell of a lot
better looking than she was good at taking dick. He used his 10.5
inches to make dozens of bitches go to school the next day without
their voice, and with a limp half the time.

He had a 1 year old daughter, who he spent as much time with as he
could, but things weren't easy with his baby momma or her momma either
for that matter. It was amazing he didn't have more kids roaming
around, and maybe he had some he didn't know about.

There had been a couple of broads he cared about, but he was too
interested in his own life and his own interests to really commit and
stay with one girl for too long. They always wanted too much of his
time, or got on his nerves with needy shit or drama. It was easy to
just walk away. The bitches were used to the game, so it's not like
anyone was surprised when he just didn't call back and stopped coming
by.

Right now he had three pieces of ass that were on permanent standby,
ready to get dug out whenever Tariq decided he had the need. He loved
getting head more than just about anything, but so often the pressures
of being a man and the desires of these horny bitches meant he was
banging their backs out too, and he didn't really mind. But that head
game! He had only run across a couple of bitches who seemed to have
any skill at blowing him, and even the ones who sucked at sucking
didn't seem interested in it at all. But Tariq had a devious, kinked
up sexual side, and often what he wanted he just couldn't get from any
hoe, even his regulars. These hoe would let him skeet all up in their
guts, but they acted too precious to take his nutts in their mouth, or
to let him bust a load down their throats. Shit just didn't make no
sense.

Tariq probably wasn't any more aggressive or rough when it came to
fucking a face or a pussy, but he had a nasty mouth and talked mad
shit to any and every bitch. A broad might be horny or high enough to
cave in and to lick his ass in the heat of the moment, but as soon as
Tariq made it clear with his shit-talking how low and subservient a
bitch was to be doing what he told her to do, then the moment just
ended and the proud bitches pulled back and Tariq didn't really get
what he wanted. He liked to possess shit, sexually. Claim it, and call
it for what it is. Bitches just think they are too damn special...

He had played around with his boys a few times, even had a real
fucked-up dude that was a known fag to suck him off, but that was a
rare, rare thing, and just an opportunity to get a nutt. Tariq was a
man, and titties and ass was what caught his eye.

Now Eric was no virgin either. He had a steady girlfriend since high
school, and had his share of pussy. He was a decent looking dude, and
like all the other soccer players and cross-country runners he had a
body that girls found attractive. He was outgoing and friendly,
popular with most everyone. He came from a good family, had a new
Honda, and was on his way to graduate from Duke with honors. He would
certainly end up a doctor just like his daddy, or at least a lawyer or
businessman.
Eric liked having a girlfriend. It seemed like the natural thing to
him as it does to so many others. Not only the sex, but going out to
dinner and to the movies and home with the family on holiday and
special occasions. Eric didn't like to be alone, and with a girlfriend
you were only alone when you wanted to be.

He had split from his college girlfriend right before the summer
break, and for the first time he was alone. He had never touched
another dude until this summer, just a week ago, although he had the
wet dreams and occasional fantasies that he assumed all his buds had
too. Eric may have been 180 degrees from a thug, but he was also 180
degrees from being gay. He had no doubt of that in his mind. Until
last week he had no reason to doubt it.

What happened last week with that dude was weird enough, but tonight,
tonight made all of that look like nothing. And the night wasn't even
close to being over...

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"I gotta go."

Eric spoke those words, breaking the silence between him and this
thuggish looking guy who apparently almost beat him down in the mall
earlier, and who was now was sitting across from him on a bench right
outside.

Eric didn't know why he said that. It was almost like he needed to let
this guy know what was happening, like he needed him to be okay with
what he was going to do. He had never met this dude, but still the
words just came out, and although he didn't understand it
intellectually, it felt like the right thing to do. He really did need
to get up and take care of some business - the mall was going to be
closing in less than an hour.

Tariq never said a word. His mind was still kinda numb. Everything in
him told him he should have beat down the little punk who had sent his
Friday night spinning out of control, and let him all alone in the
mall, feeling and looking stupid. He could still do it. But there he
sat. He couldn't take his eyes of Eric, even though he didn't even
know his name. The kid had just told him he had to go. Tariq didn't
mind if he left, he wasn't gonna touch him. He knew that - he just
didn't know why. The way he said it, it was almost like he was getting
Tariq's approval to walk away. Silence is compliance. By saying
nothing he was letting the dude know he had a free pass to get up and
leave.

Eric got up from his bench and walked back in to the mall. Tariq sat
there. The rain was still falling lightly. He was starting to get wet.
Finally he got up and walked back in to the mall himself. The mall was
still crowded, but he saw Eric walking ahead in the crowd, and without
thinking much about it, he followed.

Within minutes Eric slowed and you could tell he was searching the
floor of the mall for something. He was looking at the ground, ducking
around customers who were finishing up their shopping. Tariq knew what
he was looking for. His phone. They were back in the spot where the
slapdown had happened. Eric was so intent on looking around that he
nearly ran in to a few shoppers who didn't seem to appreciate him
slowly moving and looking at the floor instead of where he was going.

"Muthafucka gonna trip up somebody else, all cause of dat damn phone
again" he thought to himself. Tariq walked over to a bench near the
wall and sat down. He was gonna keep an eye on this dude. Eric was
walking around some of those huge planters with the towering trees and
flowering plants that made the mall look like a jungle most of the
year. He was watching Eric's movements, noticing how intently he
scanned the floor, and continuing to notice how he wasn't paying a
damn bit of attention to the people who he kept bumping in to.

Then he saw it. That small glint of something shiny, right under the
edge of one of the planters, right there beside were Eric was
searching. From this angle Tariq could tell that Eric wouldn't be able
to see it, unless he got down on his hands and knees and looked
underneath. Eric kept moving, and by the time Tariq got up and walked
over there he was 10 or 15 feet away. Tariq reached down and pulled
out Eric's Blackberry.

The screen was all scratched up and the battery cover and battery were
gone, but remarkably the phone looked intact. Even after that smashup
earlier this phone had fewer dings than the one Tariq had on his waist
now. He slipped it in to his pocket and turned around. He took two
steps and walked right in to his boys Corey and Jamal.

"Man, wat da hell, you not answerin yo phone, you ok?" Jamal asked,
looking more concerned and alert than he normally would be. "No signal
and battery fuckin dead," said Tariq walking past them. "Yo, you ok,"
asked Corey following behind. "Get me da fuck outta here, been in this
bitch all night," Tariq sneered. He would get back at them all for
leaving him tonight, but right now he wanted to be gone and with no
phone battery and no car these two knuckleheads were his only way
home. "Let's roll, parked out front," Jamal said. Jamal and Corey
looked at each other as they walked towards the exit, and both seemed
relieved that they didn't get bitched out by Tariq, although they
seemed to know that fate was only delayed.

Eric kept retracing his steps, and finally resorted to getting on his
knees and looking under benches and planters and anything that might
be hiding his phone. In his heart he knew it was in someone's pocket
right now. The mall was starting to really thin out, and only a few
folks were left. Eric didn't notice the store clerks rolling the
security screens down, ready to close their stores for the night.
Finally he looked up and realized he was almost alone, and that he was
going to have to go home without his phone.

He started up his car and the only thought that kept flashing through
his mind was why he didn't activate the password protection. He had
work information on that phone, but the stuff that appeared on there
today was what he really wanted to keep confidential. Hopefully the
phone was in pieces, swept up by cleaning crews and gone forever. If
not... "Nah, don't worry about it, man," he told himself. He backed
out and pulled away from the mall. He looked in his rearview mirror as
he was pulling out on to the main road, and thought he saw the guy
with dreds walking through the parking lot with some other guys. He
thought about those dreds, and the Timbs and the thuggish look of the
dude. He could see his face just as clearly as if he was right there
in front of him. It seemed like he had been staring at him for hours.
It dawned on him finally that he was lucky not to have bruises after
what went down tonight. But he didn't think that dude would really
hurt him, he just didn't get that feeling.

What he did know was that he liked smoking that cigarette with the
dude, sitting there with him outside, in the rain, not saying a thing,
just staring at each other. There was something about him, his look,
his attitude. His dick started to get hard, and Eric caught himself.
"Huh?" Then he flashed back to his missing phone, and to the events of
earlier in the evening, and to what he was reading when that phone was
still in his hands. His dick immediately got soft again. "Never
again," he said out loud, punching the pedal and speeding on down the
highway.