Hello everyone let me introduce myself. You can call me Nine (IX for short). And I'm a veteran fiction writer, just never on FF. Haha.
This is my first try at a Boondock fiction so please bare with me. This is my little twisted twist of a story. And I hope you all will stick around for the ride.

Muah!

(P.S. There is a small lemon in this first chapter. Just to zest it up. Enjoy!)

I do not own The Boondocks. This fanfiction is written purely for enjoyment only. No profit is being made.

My eyes trailed about, as I tried to remember where I was. *Thump-Thump* went my head. It was throbbing louder than my brother's obnoxious music. Or maybe it was his music. I had no idea. I could barely see where I was. I stirred about a bit where I laid. A bed? Okay, so I had to be home. But the silken sheets said otherwise. My heart panicked for a second, and I dreaded rolling over. But I did, and my suspicions proved right. A body laid next to me. Not dead however, but sleep. Covered in the silken sheets. With a shaky hand I prodded the sheet covered body and almost yelped when I heard a feminine groan come about as the body rolled to lay flat on its back. Bare breast and a head full of blonde hair showing. I grimaced. It all came flooding back to me...

A month before...

"HUEY!" A voice rang loud as ever from the other room. I simply ignored them as I continued to flip through my African American studies book. They, being my loud and overly obnoxious little brother, always found the dumbest and most irritating reasons to bug me when I had important things to do. I shook my head. I loved him dearly, but shit... Can't a nigga get some alone time?

"Nigga! I know you heard me!" He came bursting into my room as if he owned the place. This was common. Still didn't make it right.

"Yes Riley... I heard you. And so did half of white America." I remarked an unimpressed look upon my face. I went to turn back to my book before he flopped his BET-inspired dressed self on my bed.

"Whatever nigga, look..." He said as he picked my pillow up and squeezed it. "I know you didn't forget what day today is." He sucked his teeth when I didn't reply right away. "A nigga's birthday punk ass!" He threw the pillow my way which I easily dodged with a quick turn of my neck.

Of course I didn't forget that it was my only living relative's birthday. I may have been busy with my second year of college but hell, I remembered the important stuff. I was 22, and working towards my master's degree in African American studies. I only went to college because while my grandfather was alive I made a promise to him to get a degree in something. Since no one in our family truly had. Everyone has assumed that overly educated Huey Freeman was college bound anyways. But they didn't know my true agenda and what I had planned to make of myself. But here I was, in the University of Maryland studying African American studies to get a degree to teach in these same exact studies.

"A nigga turns 20 today! I can't yet pop bottles, but I can pop rubbers with some bad bitches ya feel me!" My brother continued on, sounding excited as usual. I wasn't much for parties. Hell - I rarely left my room except for my martial arts training and a visit or two to the library. Here and there I'd go grocery shopping, but they have this thing now where you can have groceries delivered right to your house. That's right America. Keep your obese, obese.

I flipped to a page in my book about the conspiracy behind the Underground Railroad. So, it wasn't a standard issued textbook for the class. But they had a WHITE male teaching the class of all people. I had nothing against white people, don't get me wrong but for a white man to be teaching a class like such was a crime within itself. Riley continued to ramble on about all the things he planned to do tonight, until one particular thing caught my complete attention.

"And tonight! You and I will be hosting LOTUS lounge!" Now I've heard of this place before. LOTUS lounge. Every hood-rat in the DMV area, that's Washington D.C, Maryland and Virginia area, for those unaware of hood terminology, would go there and "turn-up" every Thursday and Friday night. It just so happened to be a Friday night. And because it was a birthday event going on, it would be packed to the brim with scandalous women and wanna-be thugs.

"And when were you gonna ask me if I wanted to even go?" I said, shutting my book and spinning around in my chair to face my brother. He stared at me for a second before bursting into laughter.

"Nigga! You like an old ass lady. You never get out the house! Ever since granddad died..." His voice lost enthusiasm for a second and we both sat there in a awkward silence.

Remember how I said I made a promise to my granddad when he was alive? Well, yeah, unfortunately a heart attack at a Roscoe's Chicken & Waffles decided to take my granddad out early. And it wasn't the nasty food that took him out, it was the busty waitress whom "accidently" spilled water on her white blouse with no bra underneath. Granddad never stood a chance. At least he died in a way he would have wanted to. Still we missed him sorely. And things just haven't been the same without him. I stood up and sat next to my brother on the bed, punching him hard on the arm.

"Don't get 'gay' on me." I said mocking him. He punched me back, harder than I had and stood up abruptly. He crossed his arms in a classic "thug" pose and went on to say, "Nigga if you're not there I'm gonna hate you forever." And proceeded to leave my room.

I sighed. This would be easier maybe if it were say, a poetry reading or some hardcore bloody kung-fu film. But no, it was a straight up ghetto party. All in favor of my little brother. If I didn't show up, that 'I'm gonna hate you forever' threat would be made serious. We were all we had.

I stood up myself and turned to my wall clock. It was 4pm. And the party was set to start at 8. I had little to no time to get ready, or even try and back out of the whole thing. Yes, that was still an option. Let me tell you a quick little story. It all started a year ago.. On my 21st birthday. Riley decided to throw a surprise birthday party here, at the apartment, in my honor. When I entered I expected a few people, some of the neighbors from our old hood. Thugnificent, possibly. (Though I had no idea what that fool was up to.) But no... it was scandalous women and posted up thugs. Everywhere. Women flocked to me as soon as everyone yelled surprise. Literal butt naked hoes everywhere. I shook my head knowing that, even though my brother had good intentions - this party had been thrown entirely for his own accord.

I closed my eyes in pure frustration and inhaled deeply. After that disastrous event a year ago Riley for one vowed never to throw me a surprise party again. And as well he swore he was gonna be nothing but a "classy nigga".

Opening my eyes again I went over and looked out my window. It was winter still in Maryland. But surprisingly it was still a good temperature. The sun was beginning to fade on the horizon. Because I attended UMD, I decided a apartment closer to the college would be logical and ethical on my part. Riley and I had gotten a large amount of money from life insurance after Granddad's death. But knowing how irresponsible Riley was, Granddad set it up so that I was in charge of Riley's half until he graduated from The Art Institute of Washington. But with the way Riley was cutting up in school lately that was a long shot.

I settled in College Park Maryland and took Riley with me. Even with his pestering to "Live it the fuck up", I settled for a 3 bedroom apt with 2 bathrooms instead of the penthouse in DC Riley insisted we live in. I wasn't even gonna get the 3-bedroom but as often as our friend Caesar comes over and crashes it was the wisest choice.

I moved away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world from my window view and walked over to my mirrored wall. I slid my shirt off of my toned torso and up over my face and massive Afro. I had kept the same Afro since I was about 5 years old and it's unruliness I figured distinguished me. I didn't believe in conforming and cutting off the hair that was bestowed upon me, and I never will.

Staring at myself in the mirror, my 22 year old maroon-eyed self stared back at me. I wasn't the greatest looking guy in the world but I noticed women couldn't help but stare at me glassy eyed. I've noticed it since high school. At about 12 years old (after years of whooping Riley's, some neighborhood kids and even some adults asses) my granddad insisted, or more so put the belt to my ass, I get discipline. I have been training with the same sensei for a good 10 years and I owed my toned disciplined body to Sensei Inoue.

I undid the belt to my dark jeans, unzipping them and slipped them off my muscular legs. I stood about 5'11. I wasn't super tall but luckily for me many of my friends were shorter than me.

I stared at the bulge of myself that was sheathed behind my dark blue boxer briefs. I was well endowed as well apparently. Something I found out in high school on the night of prom. I took my childhood friend and next door neighbor at the time, Jazmine DuBois. God was she pretty. A frown however had crossed my face as I thought about her.

See for some prom night at Woodcrest High class of '09 would be a blur, but I couldn't help but think about it.

Jazmine had insisted our coordinate color be pink. But I wore a black shirt anyways. Only my tie and kerchief were that dreaded color. And my socks too, come to think of it. All thanks to a loan from Granddad.

I looked like a typical African American male partaking in this white ritual of prepubescent nature. But Jazmine. I felt my manhood twitch as I relived her vision.

She definitely had blossomed from the annoying 9 year old girl I had met when we first moved to Woodcrest She had filled out rather nicely. I noted. Her body taking after those beautiful bodies of the women of Africa. Her breast had grown in size from a A to a full C from our freshmen to senior year. Her waist stayed forever small and fanned out to perfectly curved hips. Her hair had grown long too, her frizzy curls tamed that night and were so eloquently cascading all around her. To grace that figure was a long pink form fitting dress with one high split on the right hip.

"Huuuueeey. Earth to Freeman, chhh Earth to Freeman!" She giggled when I had arrived to take her to the hotel where the prom was being held. I shook out of my state of awe and snorted with a wicked grin.

"Well you don't look awful. You finally got some color to your pale self." I sniffed defiantly only to receive a stiff punch in the arm. She had gained some color. Probably from her recent trip to Jamaica with her family.

"Huey Freeman!" She huffed and crossed her arms and lifted them under her bosom, lifting them. I could have sworn I heard a stifled scream go off in my head. "You promised me you'd be nice!" She pouted those gorgeous full lips of hers and I caved.

"Fine half breed. Let's get this over with." After taking a few photos for her mom and dad & Granddad of course, we were on our way. And get it over again.

I don't exactly remember how it escalated. Even the next day I couldn't recall. But I do remember me and Jazz heavily making out in a empty board room in the hotel. I had her dress hiked up as high as it could go. Jazmine stopped me as I went to stroke her rose and with a light sheen of sweat and flustered appearance stared at me with glistening eyes. A voice I had never heard from Jazmine before spoke words I had always dreaded, "Do you love me Huey?" I hadn't really ever considered my feelings for her. Until that very moment. Sure Jazmine was a great friend, a little annoying and dumb as a sack of puppies at time but she had stuck with me through some real shit. But did I love Jazmine outside of that family vibe? With a head clouded with lust and hormonal wants, I stared deep into her green eyes and answered with a empty yes. Tears but happy tears slid down her pretty face as she smashed our lips together. She broke only for a moment to unzip her dress and let it pool at her ankles. I began to hurriedly undo my own clothes but she stopped me. She kissed at each palm of my hands making me drop them to my sides like a ragdoll. She carefully undid my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, admiring my abs that peeked through. She blushed heavily and her hands shakily began to work at my belt and pants. I helped as she got me out of them and watched with amusement as she freed me of my underwear. Her eyes widened a bit and I saw the instant look of doubt on her face as she stood before me, stalling pulling down her own panties.

My own primal instincts took over as I swiftly scooped her up and laid her down on the empty glass board table. Rushing her out of the rest of her clothes so that she stood before me naked as the day she was born. Her eyes showed nothing but fear and embarrassment but I kissed and cooed her.

"Jazmine Antoinette DuBois." I kissed at a sweet spot on her neck, sucking a bit and earning a loud moan in return. "You will be my first as I will be yours and together..." I stared into her eyes for a moment. I had already positioned myself to penetrate her. The head of my dick barely brushing her moist outer walls. The tight barrier not showing any signs of letting me in. "...We'll be each other's last."

Her gasp was loud once I entered her as she tried to grip at the glass table but failed miserably. Her long nails clacking on the hard surface.

"H-H-Hu..ey. Ow. Stop. Please. Noooo. No." She cried, tears streamed down her face. Why would I do that? I hadn't even gotten to the sweet spot yet. Her walls did their best to try to protect the precious jewel that I was after.

"Shhh shh." I hissed as I leaned in to kiss at her neck. "I love you remember?" I slid all the way in with one rough gesture and her resounding scream rung loud in my ears. Her hands instantly flew to my back, her nails scraping roughly into the skin. I felt the blood trickle slightly underneath of us. And I was still only for a second to allow her to relax before I continued to thrust deep within her. My mind was only on one thing and that was her that night. She felt amazing to me. I grunted and moaned inaudibly to myself each time the walls of her rose would tighten.

"H-Huey..." I looked down into her face, some of her hair was slicked down to her forehead... Her face flushed completely. "I'm coming!" She cried. I continued thrusting like a mad man as I felt her wave crash down on me. Her screams turned into sexy whimpers and before I knew it... I too was spilling my seed in her.

The memory faded off as I let the water of my shower run over my head and down my body. Often times I would reflect on that soul moment and regret every bit of it. The lies I told her. The person I was at that moment. And the fact I had cum so heavily inside of her. Luckily for me, Mrs. DuBois had Jazmine on birth control since her very first menstrual cycle.

Still didn't excuse what I did. After we cleaned up and snuck our way out of the hotel, since the prom had long since been over, Jazmine continued to insist I spend the night with her. She even tried to hold my hand during the drive back to our street. But my senses had returned and I hadn't allowed it.

I walked her to her door and she stared at me wide eyed all the while chewing her lip. I slid my hands in my pocket giving her a hooded look as she stared at me absentmindedly.

"Huey..." It seemed like she called my name a lot tonight. "I love you." She leaned to give me a kiss and I turned my head. She hesitated her face heated up before planting a half ass kiss on my cheek. "Good night I guess." She went inside and slammed the door.

"Jazmine I'm sorry..." I said to the closed door.

I had avoided her for the rest of our senior year and even after our graduation. She was going off to Florida to study and I didn't even stop by for her going away party. My actions even pissed Granddad off, but he had no idea what I had done. No one did. Her mother & father just assumed Jazmine dumped me. And she never told them any better. It wasn't like I wasn't sorry for what I did, just something in me couldn't face her after I did what I did.

So she was gone. For about 5 years now and I haven't seen her since. No letters, no text & no random Facebook messages. To be honest, I hadn't had much sex since then. Or...sex at all. My brother Riley has been getting more action than me. Damned be the thin ass walls in this expensive apartment.

I planned on keeping the sexless act up until I finished school. I had too much on my hands and head after all. It wasn't like I wasn't interested in women or that they weren't interested in me. I just found it much easier to say no to their advances this time than before. I had disciplined my mind to be able to act as if sex was out of the norm. Riley saw it as being "A gay nigga" but I saw it as being smart.

I got out of the shower grabbing a towel for my head and my body as I padded my damp self-back into my bedroom. I dried myself off, keeping the one towel wrapped around my head as my hair tended to hold a lot of moisture.

Once I was dry I went through my usual routine. I lotioned up with shea butter. And used African oils to scent my body. Because of the oils I didn't have to wear deodorant but I liked to. We were in America after all. I slipped on a pair of fresh black underwear and stepped into a pair of black slim fitted dress slacks. I threw a regular black crew neck t-shirt on and a belt with dark socks and my outfit was complete. I looked over. The clock read 6:32. It'd take us a whole hour from College Park to get to the side of DC we wanted to and guess who was driving. I stepped out in the living room to see surprisingly that Riley wasn't in there. But the loud bass coming from the direction of his room told me otherwise.

I flopped down on my couch leaning my slightly damp hair back and closed my eyes. Riley being my only relative living, I was obligated to do all I could for him. To make sure he knew he was not alone. I often times felt I raised Riley myself. Sure Granddad had been there to provide with basic guidelines to stuff, but when it came to real life rules. The real shit... I was all Riley had. I blew air out of my mouth. The things I did for that boy. My brows furrowed together as I thought about the shit I've gotten into for the sake of my younger sibling. I was surprised that I wasn't dead or in jail yet because of him and his lack of intelligent thinking.

*BLAM BLAM BLAM*

My thoughts were broken by the sound of heavy banging at the door.

"Niggas I know ya'll home and shit, B!" A voice rung out and I simply shook my head. I rose up off the couch and walked over to my door unlocking it only to be greeted by my longtime friend, Caesar. Michael Caesar came to Woodcrest when I was in my last year at Woodcrest Elementary. He moved from Brooklyn to Maryland. And never let anyone forget that. Caesar had the capacity to be as nigga as Riley but his intelligence was as close as to mine as it could get with a hood twist.

"Thee Freeman. Huey my nigga!" He dapped me up and stepped back taking in my appearance. He covered his mouth and leaned back before bursting in a chuckle. "Nigga got on the pussy getting outfit tonight! Awwwwwww shit."

I rolled my eyes and smirked at my goofy friend. I took in his appearance. He wore True Religion jeans with a long sleeved black fitted shirt with leather trim. Black timberlands covered his feet and a large Africa silver jeweled chain hung around his neck sparkling like a new diamond. His dreads were freshly re-twisted and were tucked into a matching black Rastafarian hat. He kept the Afro-centric look with a twist of DC nigga. I shook my head.

"And you look..." I tilted my head and smirked only to hear Caesar suck his teeth and mutter a 'Hatin' ass.' "Shoes..."

He walked over to my couch, after removing his shoes, as I closed and relocked the door joining him.

"Did I ever tell you this is a nice ass place for the price you paid?" So my place wasn't the penthouse like Riley wanted but it still was a decent apartment.

When you entered you were greeted with a shiny white tile foyer, divided by a fog glass half-wall that gave a little separation from the front door to the rest of the place. I usually had people take their shoes off to keep the plush white carpeting in the rest of the house clean and well, plush. The apartment was designed with a modern feel. I had dark gray furniture with glass adornments like my dining room table and end table. I even had a mini grand piano. On the wall all through the house were black and white paintings all done by Riley himself. All of famous black rights leaders. You stepped down one step to enter the living room and our kitchen was open with a bar set up and all modern silver appliances. Our bathroom was what to be expected of a modern style apartment. A step in shower with a separate tub and large mirror and sink set up. Then there were the bedrooms. The guest room was the smallest of course but still a decent size with a small walk in closet. Riley got the room with the balcony that connected to the living room. His was smaller than mine but had a pretty large walk in closet. Then there was mine, the master bedroom. The biggest room of course. I had flooring people come in and switch the carpeting to a plush black carpeting. The walls were sponge brushed a soft gray. Many katanas and antique swords were mounted on the wall, on display, closest to the wall. A painting of a naked African woman hung above on the wall of my low Japanese style bed. A platform with two steps were the way to get up to my bed. And on opposite of either side of the wall behind my bed were large glass windows looking out on the cityscape below. I had a large walk-in closet, with rotating wardrobe and built in mirrors. I never got much use out of it though. My bathroom was what to be expected of a master bathroom - walk-in shower, Jacuzzi tub, and two His and Her sinks with large decadent mirror.

So, I guess we were living a little fancier than most.

"Please, Ceaz.." I started. "This is humble compared to your place." It was true though. Which gained me a large triumphant grin from my friend.

Almost as if someone cued him, Riley emerged from his room and sauntered over to where we sat. Posing in many different thug poses. I did my best not to crack a smile but Caesar burst immediately into laughter.

"Nigga look like he just came out of a P-Diddy music video!" He cracked. And again more truth. Riley was dressed in head to toe white. White jeans, white timbs (which I was gonna whoop his ass about wearing later), white polo v-neck sweater with a white fitted over his fresh braids. He also was iced out from the overly sparkly chain hanging from his neck, the diamond incrusted watch that was around his wrist. Well, I can see where his birthday loan went.

"Fuck you niggas! Ya'll niggas jus fuckin' jealous that a nigga know how ta fuckin' dress and all!" He flipped us the double bird before staring us over.

"I guess ya'll niggas look alright." He popped over into our kitchen and pulled out a large bottle of Skyy vodka. Something I didn't even know we had.

"Riley, doesn't your party start at 8?" I glanced at the clock. It was 7 now.

"Huey..lemme 'splain sumn to joo." He started, popping the top and filling a glass from our cabinet a little ways. "We don't show up early, Bitches don't even show up early!"

Caesar timed in with Riley and I just rolled my eyes. I watched as my brother took 2 shots to the head. I didn't plan on drinking tonight, if any. My plan was to make myself known enough that Riley could say I was there and return back home. After all I had a final to study for.

After a couple more shot exchanges and one peer pressured one by me, I drove a slightly inebriated Caesar and Riley to D.C.

SOOOO - That ends this first chapter. Just to fill you in a bit of what the characters have been up to. And to give me a feel for writing them. As I have NEVER written a Boondock's fanfic before this. So how'd I do? Please RxR and Fave! Peace loves.

Signed, IX