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Shattered

Boys Just Wantta Have Fun

Clayton's Point of View

When I walk into Mike's office he drops his head on his desk. "I'm exhausted." He complains. "Zach is too successful for his own damn good."

"I've heard of worse problems." I smile. "Come on, I've got a surprise for you."

"Is it going home and going to bed?" He asks, raising ahis head up with pleading eyes.

"Nope." I smile. "Trust me. You're going to love it." He protests with a moan but gets up from his desk. I laugh as I wrap my arms around him and we walk out of his office.

When we get to the car, I stop him and he tries to open the door. "Where are we going?" he asks, curious.

"Somewhere fun." I smile, kissing him breathless. He moans as his hands roam. I drop my lips down his neck.

"You keep that up we are never going to make it."

"We have time." I assure him, opening the back door and pushing him in.

"Clay I haven't fucked in a car since I was a teenager." He complains, when I climb in and close the door behind us.

I give an evil grin. "Then let me remind you what it is like to be young."

I climb on top of him and quick tear open his clothes. My lips find his upper left rib and my teeth sink into him, marking what is mine. "Fuck Clay, please." He whimpers, trying to get my clothes off. Impatiently I leave my mark, sit up and we both strip to be with each other. "Lube?" He questions.

"Wallet." I answer, licking his skin. He reaches for it while I leave small marks all over his skin. I feel his hand come between us while he prepares himself and then I shiver when I feel the cold lube on my cock.

"Sorry." He whispers, understanding, kissing me breathless to make me forget the discomfort.

I spread his legs and push myself deep inside of him. "Never apologize for helping me be where I belong." I growl, giving him time to adjust. When he is ready he bucks his hips. I take the cue and start to ride him. The car starts to move beneath us while we hunger for each other's lips. It doesn't take much to start dripping in sweat, I should have started the car for the air conditioner but it is too late now. The windows soon fog up and our moans are gasps are so erotic I make sure to make the memory. I feel his nails dig down my skin and hiss as the sweat causes his marks to sting. I arrange us so I can stroke his cock while I ride him, bringing him with me to climax. "Clay!" he yells. "Clay!"

"Me first." I whisper in his ear, sucking on his lobe while I continue to stroke him. My lips fall to his neck and back to his eager kiss before I spill my seed, still not stopping tormenting his cock. He is trying so hard, it makes me never to want to stop. I give him a wicked smile before I drop out of him and swallow his unsuspecting cock all the way down my throat. My tongue teasing his balls. "Fuck! Clay!" he protests, trying to get away. But I don't let him. Instead I suck on him until he is forced to go limp in my mouth.

I lift up and kiss him breathless. He pulls me into him, accepting the fact that he isn't going to cum. We kiss for a long while before I search my pants, find my keys and turn on the air conditioning. He grabs his clothes but I pinch his nipples in protest. "Not yet love, you haven't cum."

"Fucking hell." He complains, laying his back on my chest. Slowly I start to stroke his cock.

"I have something for you." I whisper, reaching into the back of the driver's seat pouch and pulling out a tiny box. He brings his head back a little before he draws his attention back to it and opens it. There he finds a long bar with the initials "C" on the left and "R" on the right. "You are mine." I whisper, his unspoken question.

He takes it out of the box and paces it on top of his sac. "It's perfect Master." He praises. "Will you do it?"

"You want me to pierce you?" I question, stopping my stroking.

"Who else would?" he questions. "Please, I trust you."

"You risk infection outside a professional." I dismiss, stroking his cock again.

"If it gets infected I will deal with it, but if you want me to wear this, you have to put it on me."

"I'll think about it."

"What's there to think about?" he asks.

"I don't have any needles." I dismiss.

He sits up and grabs his wallet, surprising me with a set of them. "I'm into needle play." He shrugs. "I just haven't figured out how to talk to you about it." I look at his set and back at him. "It's only fitting the first time you bleed me is to make me yours." Determined he leans back and spreads his legs, giving me the perfect view of his sac.

"Have you ever had needles on your sac before?" I question.

"Nipples mostly, some on my cock, but never my sac. You will be the first."

"I'm nervous." I admit, putting a needle in my mouth while I tug on his sac.

"Just don't nick my balls you will be fine." He encourages.

Realizing I am going to have to thread this needle through and have the bar chase it I turn on the dome light for a better view. "Are you sure you don't want to wait until we get home?"

"Please Master." He begs, trying to hide his own nerves. Working cautiously but quickly I hear him hiss and instantly he goes limp. Encouraged that I am not hurting him in a way he doesn't want I manage to complete the task with a minimal amount of fumbling. When the bar is secure I massage his sac, causing him to moan. I am honestly surprised at how little blood there was from all of this. "Please Master, my nipples." He begs, grabbing the set of needles. Understanding I quickly work one free and thread it through a nipple before following suit on the other, leaving both in there. I look down and see his needy cock rock fucking hard and dripping. Turned on beyond belief I drop my mouth back down to him, greedily licking up all of his taste. He pulls on my hair while he enjoys the feeling. "Clay." He whispers.

"Cum." I reply sucking on his dick and taking every last drop he gives. He falls limp and I smile while I lick him clean. I then carefully reach up and take the needles out of his nipples causing him to gasp.

"That was hot." I smile, kissing him lightly. "Are you sure you are okay?"

"Never better." He whispers with a smile.

"Did I spend you? Should we go home?" I question.

"Nope, just give me a minute, I will be more than okay." He assures me, taking me into his arms. I kiss him softly for a few moments. Eventually he grabs the sides of my cheeks and asks, "Seriously, where are we going?"

"You have surprises, don't you." I grin widely, climbing off of him. He rolls his eyes at me in a huff, grabbing his clothes. "Keep the dress shirt off darlin'." I smile, reaching for a bag and tossing him some casual clothes. He raises an eyebrow, rips the tags off and we both dress comfortably. I give him a quick kiss before I climb into the driver's seat and start the engine while he climbs up front as well. I give him a wicked grin as we pull out and I drive to the strangest date I have ever been on.

"A carnival." Mike catches on while I am pulling up.

"Equipped with cotton candy, funnel cakes and impossible challenges." I smile.

"And you find it cute because it's corny." Mike laughs.

"Exactly." I smile, kissing him.

The carnival is everything it is supposed to be. Silly fun, lots of laughter and good junk food. The rides were silly the games were goffy.

"That by far was the corniest thing I have ever done as an adult." Mike laughs carrying on oversized bear I had won for him.

"So you enjoyed?" I ask, opening the car door.

"Very much" he smiles, sticking the bear in the back seat before climbing in. "So much I am going to thank you now. . ."

When we get home we climb out of the car but we don't make it into the house. We are too busy, making out to get in the house. "I love you." Mike whispers between kisses.

"I love you." I whisper back. The moment the words slip my lips his eyes widen and he goes limp in my arms. "Mike?" I question and then I see the blood. "Mike!" I scream, lying him down on the ground. I go to apply pressure on the wound but I feel a sharp pain in my back. I look down and realize I've been shoot too. I teach for my phone. I dial 911 but I feel another sharp pain and it hurts to breathe. I fall to the ground and take Mike's hand. A man who looks like Bobby stands before me while I cough up blood.

"You can thank Alec for taking away my Pricilla."

"What?"

"He wants to rule the Quattro. There is a price." Xzavier growls. He lifts his gun at me but sirens scare him off before he shoots.

I take Mike's hand and stare into his vacant eyes. Tears slip out of mine while I try to breathe but I am drowning. Every push of my lungs hurts more and more my vision starts to blur. I lift my free bloody hand and draw and "X" on the driveway, hoping someone would get the message. I cough hard, causing blood to flood my mouth. I'm dying and I know it. Tears slip out of my eyes memories flash before me. Daniel. Alec. Mike.

I hear a voice promising help, telling me to hand on. They force me to let go of Mike's lifeless body. I try to protest. I cough. Then suddenly the world falls away. My ma'ma is there smiling. "Hello Clayton." I want to protest but she steps aside and Mike is there. "It's time." They both reach out their hands I take one last look at my body before I turn back to them. Taking them with a smile, yet knowing I am leaving half my soul behind.