From Boyhood to Manhood

Zack stood outside watching the rain falling down into the pool silently. It was done. His earlier downward spiral was now complete. If he was a smoker, he was sure he would be taking a puff of something at this particular moment. He had other bad habits that could be used right about now. His job had introduced him to the world of alcohol. Surprisingly, he was able to hold vast amounts at a time with little change to his demeanor. Not even alcohol would fix this feeling though. His eyes traveled up to the sky where the rain plopped on his face easily. He refused to cry, refused to acknowledge the relief that rushed over his body. Because he didn't feel things like that… or at least now he wouldn't feel things like that. Later when he was in bed it may pop up to be thought about but as for now it was to be pushed to the side and ignored. He washed his hands of her, washed his sins of her away. She was cut off forever. So why did his heart swell like it was sad? Was it the relief filling his soul? Was it for the fact that he was finally free of her? Or was it because he didn't kill her? She should have felt what it was like to be abandoned and left for dead yet he hadn't. He hadn't done anything but simply tell her that she was never going to be a part of him. So this was what growth was? Fuck, it wasn't for him. A deep sigh escaped him as he looked back at the pool. Every drop felt like pressure was being released from his shoulders. His eyes closed. He just wanted it to go away.

An arm wrapped around his shoulder. "Isaac,"

"Old man," his eyes opened slightly. "I'm in no mood to hear a damn speech."

There wasn't the usual bite his words had and Gray had noticed with ease. "I'm not here to give you a speech. Just here to simply comfort you." He whispered pulling him into a hug.

Zack rested his chin on his shoulder as Gray's hand held the back of his head. He was trying so hard not to cry but this little act of comfort was breaking his walls down. Gray's tight warm embrace had his lip quivering though he tried to stifle it from doing much of anything.

"We'll blame the rain for the tears." Gray spoke softly. "So go ahead and cry, son."

The usual indignation Zack would have had wasn't there. Instead, the tears flowed with ease. How long had it been since he had cried? He really couldn't remember a time when he had actually cried from a situation. But this one… he couldn't help it. They traced down his face only to disappear into the fabric of Gray's shirt. He wasn't sad. He wasn't mad. This felt good, so good. Before he could stop them, his arms came up and wrapped around Gray's body tightly. His head tucked into Gray's shoulder with ease. He had been deprived of loving touches for a long time. This was something he had secretly coveted after for a long time but there was no way to say this without sounding like a little bitch. But the people he was around seemed to know when he needed the affection.

"I'm so proud of you." Gray whispered into the air. "You've become your own peace."

Zack tightened his grip.

"Welcome to manhood Isaac,"

Zack chuckled lowly in his shoulder while sniffling. "I fucking hate it,"

It was Gray's turn to chuckle. "Me too."

Inside the house, both Ray and Sam watched the scene unfold. Sam turned only to lean on the new window.

"My son's a man now." She chuckled, closing her eyes to stop her tears.

Ray looked over to the older woman. "What do you mean?"

Sam shook her head. "You'll see." Then she was off up the stairs to her room.

Ray continued to stare after her for a moment before turning to look at the pair while sighing. He had become a man finally? She always thought he was a man. He had been able to taking care of her for a long time. But a matured man? Did she grow a little as well? She didn't attack that woman that had caused him so much pain. Would she have even felt better after it especially with her being sick? Shaking her head, she leaned on her hand still watching the pair. Who knows what was going through that man's brain. Tonight was the night he would officially make her a woman. That thought seemed to make her shiver. Everything they had done up until then was child's play compared to what was to come. She wondered what his eyes would look like as he stared down at her. Would he be rough? Or would it be loving? Would his arms wrap around her like they had in the past? And what about her? Could she be up to par with what he desired? They both had exposed themselves enough to each other as they had been with each for about a nickel in time. Her hand touched her neck. Things would be interesting tonight. She was grateful that she and Sam had gone shopping for such a time as this.

The door opened and closed. Her eyes turned to look at the older man slipping off his jacket.

"Gray-papa?"

"Be gentle with him Rachel. He's sensitive right now, even if he won't admit it." Gray smiled softly looking behind him at the male still standing there.

"Of course, Gray-papa."

"Where's Sam?"

Ray nodded up to the top of the stairs. "She is also sensitive right now as well."

Gray sighed turning back to the house. "I figured as much. They really are so much alike." He headed for the stairs before he paused. "Best of luck to you Rachel." A smile slithered across his face before he rushed up the stairs.

Rachel sweat dropped before turning to go out to the door when Zack appeared before her. She cocked her head to the side as he took slow steps toward her. It reminded her of the time when they had first met. A soft chuckle escaped her as he stopped before her. Water dripped onto the floor in a rhythmic beat. Her hand came up and wiped his face softly. Zack leaned into her hand while closing his eyes.

"Let's go home Zack." Ray nodded.

"Yeah, let's go home." He agreed.

…

He sat on the bed drying his hair off. It dripped in front of him onto the ground slowly. The shower was on in the background from Ray washing her body from the cold rain. It was hard to believe that now he would be making her a woman for real. She had always been just his brat that he would end anyone over. But in touching her, her touching him, and them touching each other, he found that he would want to touch no other but her. This moment though would define all moments from before. Those were merely touching and experimenting. This was the real deal. Swinging his legs over onto the bed, he got comfortable with his hands folding on his stomach. His eyes closed allowing him to focus on his beating heart. It was loud in his ears of what it was about to feel like actually inside of her. What if he did something wrong? What if she hated it? Or God forbid, he broke something in her? He frowned. No, he was sure that Sam had prepared Ray enough for what was to come and how to handle the situation should anything go wrong. Sam had drilled his brain about how to hold a woman and to stop if he felt like she was hurting. Gray had helped with the demonstration in making it known the proper techniques for safe sex.

A hand touched his face. His eyes shot open to see Ray standing there in just her skin. She was naked before him as she had been many times. Her pale skin seemed to gleam with the glowing candles she apparently had lit at some point. Those big blue eyes stared at him in trust but also with nervousness. He couldn't blame her as he was nervous too. Her dainty hand continued to caress his face as she climbed on top of his lap. He sat up with her as her smaller body rested against his. Her bright pink lips slid up into a smile as she sat on his waist fully. A naked woman before any man would get this anatomy reaction especially one that he trusted completely. As he had seen, many men had got this reaction from his brat. This was natural and normal for people. A mental scoff escaped him. There was nothing normal about either of them. Her hands gently slid down his face to his neck only to continue down his chest. He grabbed her hands to pause her once she made it to the appendage she was sitting on. She leaned down to his face, begging him to trust her. He did trust her. He always would. And if doing this would keep her around forever, then he was all for it. Ray wasn't going anywhere.

He let go of her hands.

She undid the towel allowing her hand to grab his manhood before she leaned in and kissed him sweetly. His lips moved on their own account. It was then when he noticed she had begun to jerk him slowly. She deepened the kiss by letting her tongue intrude into his mouth tasting everything she could. He allowed her to as he let his hands slide down her soft creamy body. She moaned softly when his hand rubbed her butt in soft circles. Pulling away, she tried to catch her breath. He sat up fully and kissed her passionately once more. Moans filled the space as he kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he sucked on them softly. She let her hands slide into his dark tresses softly. He decided this was going to be the best night of both of their lives. It would be so. This would be a night to remember. She removed herself from him only to push him back onto the bed. Sliding her way down his body, she quickly slid his towel out from under him. He stared while holding his breath as she held up his dick. Her eyes marveled at his size. He knew she had seen it a few times before but having her eyes stare at him always made him feel subconscious. She kissed his head sweetly. His breath hitched as her tongue licked his shaft in a long smooth stroke. Before he could comment on her technique she engulfed him in her mouth. Didn't it feel good to be back in her mouth? Yes, it did.

Zack tensed up at the feeling of her sucking him. She added her hands to make a twisting motion while sucking causing him to moan out to her. His eyes watched her pull away from his dick leaving a long spit trail between her bottom lip and his tip. If it was even possible, he got even more excited. Her lips trailed down his shaft sweetly. There was the presence of teeth and he couldn't say he disliked it. She allowed one of his balls to enter her mouth as she continued to twist his shaft. He tensed up at the feeling of her pleasing him. Somehow, she had gotten both balls into her mouth and was sucking away. Just as he was bout there, she pulled away from him entirely. He opened his eyes to see her back on top tip of his dick. Her hands squeezed him as she sucked the tip. He moaned out as the pressure built up till he came. In her hot mouth, he felt her throat muscles squeeze him till he was finished but even then she didn't stop sucking. His body trembled from the override of sensation. When she was satisfied with his writhing form, she released him. Drool hung from her chin as she sat back. His lidded eyes stared at her for a moment more before he tackled her in a kiss. There was no way he would be the only one to feel good.

Her moans were soft as he allowed his finger to slide in between her thighs. He was surprised to find that she was already dripping, dripping so much in fact, that she was creating a small puddle in his hand. Her smell was over powering. Breaking the kiss, he kissed his way down her neck. The kisses were wet all over her creamy body. His tongue slid across every inch of skin his mouth could touch. She hissed as he sunk his teeth into her inner thighs. The kisses made their way down to where she was leaking the most. Before he could sample her, her legs closed.

She was breathy as she called his name.

He looked up at her while pushing her legs back by her head. His tongue entered into her carefully. She moaned while relaxing. He dropped her legs and she let them spread as he continued to lick on her clit. He had thought about tasting her many times since the first time. This time, she was fully accepting him with ease. She pulled his head up to pause him. He stared at her in confusion. Her finger pointed to the left side of her clit. Taking the direction, he let his tongue lick and suck on the side of her clit. His fingers slipped in as he continued to lick. Her moans were loud even as she called his name. That was a delightful tune, she was singing. The closer she got, the higher his name came out. His free hand slid up her body to her breasts. Pinching a nipple, he wasn't prepared for the shot of hot liquid to exit her body. No matter how many times he knew that she could cum like this, that didn't mean he stayed ready. She lay under him trembling from her orgasm. His finger pulled out from her slowly as he got on top of her. Her lips connected with his in a passionate kiss.

"I want to put it inside." He growled against her lips.

"When you're ready, go for it." She moaned softly.

That was all he needed to hear before he slid into her wet space. She held onto his shoulders as her eyes closed tightly. He stilled in movement trying to get adjusted to her tight space. His jaw was clenched tightly while looking down at her pained face. Her eyes opened and she started to breathe. Nodding to him that she was okay, he slowly pulled out only to push back in. What started out as a slow and testing of space soon turned into a hardcore love session as he pounded her into the bed. Her legs wrapped around him as she tried to hold onto him. He bent his face down nears and kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled away to get to his knees. Once he was in a sitting up motion, he really gave it to her. Her hands traced down his chest as she accepted everything he was giving her. Her eyes were lidded as she watched him pleasure her.

"Do I feel good, Zack?"

He growled his response, not letting up his pressure.

She smirked as her orgasm started to spread over her.

Her walls clamped down around his throbbing dick till the space made him only want to cum. And cum he did, deep into her cervix. She moaned at the sensation of his seed filling her up while her body jilted from the bits of pleasure still lingering. He slid out of her slowly only to watch his seed slip out of her in a small puddle under her butt. She panted at the sensation as she opened her arms for him. Exhausted, and quite surprised that he was, he let himself lay upon her chest tiredly. Fingers slowly combed through his tresses once more but in a soothing fashion. He kissed her chest sweetly leaving love bites in his wake.

"We're not done. I need to catch my fucking breath." He growled feeling her trying to slip from under him.

"Rough this time okay?" She mused softly.

He could only grumble as she let out a chuckle.

…

Gray watched the woman that he had come to like immensely staring out the window. The door had closed long ago from when their son and daughter had left. She sat in her chair staring out at the rain falling to the ground. It amazed him how much the two of them were alike. Both would rather stare at nature than to talk about it. Her hand held her chin as a breath left her. His eyes scanned her body to see that she had gotten rid of her shoes and her pants. All that remained was the button up which was big enough to cover the things under it.

"Sam?" he called softly.

She looked over at him wordlessly.

"Our son is okay." He nodded.

Sam nodded back, a smile on her face. "Yes, I'm aware." A chuckle escaped her as she turned back to the window. "He's becoming a man right before my eyes." She stood up from the chair. "That's all I ever wanted."

Gray took to standing beside her. "Are you alright?"

She nodded slowly. "I am fine." The smile didn't leave her.

Gray wrapped his arm around her waist. "How long have you known she has had cancer?"

"Awhile."

"Why didn't you tell Isaac?"

"She asked me not too."

Gray frowned. Why didn't she want to tell her son that she was dying from brain cancer? "Did she really think she would win his favor?"

Sam shrugged. "Who knows what that woman was thinking. She was foolish for allowing the thought that even he would forgive something like that. I fought the urge of wiping her off the face of the Earth but the cancer will take care of that." Her eyes closed. "I'll make her last days the best she's ever had so she dies knowing the boy she gave birth to is in the best hands possible."

"I see."

She turned smiling. "I don't want to talk about her anymore. Did Ray-Ray take our boy home?"

Gray smiled back. "Yes, they have gone home now."

"So he's becoming a man in more ways than one huh?" she shook her head.

"He is." Gray nodded.

"Ah well, I hope he remembers the techniques we went over for safe sex. I don't need either of them injured trying to be grownups."

"I think they'll be fine Sam. We went over it extensively."

"You need to take off those wet clothes before you catch a cold."

"You're just trying to get me naked aren't you?" he laughed.

"Believe me if I was after that, you would've already been naked love." She smirked leaning on the window seal.

"Is that so? You would have stripped me already?" he asked unbuttonig his shirt.

"Duh," she sighed walking over to his standing form.

"Prove it then." He spoke softly.

Sam shrugged and in a blink of an eye, his shirt was gone. His hands held hers tightly from going any lower. Their eyes met and soon so did their lips. She smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled away to stare into her sparkling dark eyes. He could get lost in them forever. Her hands moved to the belt. There was not a sound between the two of them as she continued to strip him. His hands unbuttoned her shirt slowly. Unlike her quick movements, he savored undressing her. Their son's name was visible the further he got in unbuttoning the shirt. He slid it off her shoulders only for his fingers to trace the now healed scars in her chest. She had gotten covered it in tattoo art so that they wouldn't be so hideous to look at. True to the Sam like fashion, there was no bra on so her chest was bare to him as it had been many times before.

"You think I should have gotten them removed?" she asked, letting the shirt fall off her arms.

"No, it's fitting for you." He answered as his hand came up to her face.

She looked off to the side. "When Roman carved it into my chest, he said the same thing."

Gray made her look at him. "What he did doesn't matter here. You took something ugly and made it something really... beautiful. Just as you did with our son. He needed us; Lord knows how he would have turned out if we didn't intercept him when we did."

"You know I think I might have started to actually care for you Gray-sama." She sighed turning to sit on her bed. "You always know what to say and how to say it to make me stop whatever I'm doing to understand you."

He followed her onto the bed. "I care about you too. I never thought another woman would mean so much to me like you do but here we are. I want nothing more than to protect you and our kids. This almost seems too good to be true." His hand grabbed hers. "Being with you has been freeing."

"Then stay with me," she whispered looking him in the eye. "Grow with me."

"For as long as you allow me to stay by your side, I'll be with you."

Sam wrapped her arms around him as she crawled into his lap to rest her head on his shoulder. "Hurry up and fall in love with me."

Gray wasted no time wrapping his arms around her tightly. His heart was warmth with the sensation of actually being wanted. Cathy was many things, but Cathy was never warm. Slowly, his fingers traced down her spine where bullet wounds and stabbings scars could be felt. Both had lived a hard life that required them to be like this. He could feel her fingers tracing his wounds as well and even the feeling of her kissing some of the ones on his neck and shoulder. There was no move to stop her as she continued to kiss up his neck to his face. She stared down at him sweetly pecking his lips.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked against his lips.

"Do you?"

"Absolutely not. But this is just as much about you as it is me."

A smile slithered onto his face. With ease, he switched their positions. "Do want me to stop?" he repeated to her.

"Do you?" she asked a smirk on her face.

"Hasn't even crossed my mind." He cheesed letting his thumb rub the apple of her cheek.

Her eyes closed as a soft scoff escaped her from his affections. "I'm ready. Make me yours, Gray."

"That's all I wanted to hear."

…

Zack was holding Ray tightly as he laid there watching the rain fall down the window silently. In this moment, he could think about all those feelings that threatened to swallow him from his mother. Her eyes, he hadn't seen them for years and yet they looked like they had seen their fair share of tragedy. She had always put them in risky situations due to desire for money. But the real tragedy was that she missed out on something great, missed out on him. He almost felt sorry for her. The way she had set up the rest of his life didn't seem so bad now. He had been adopted, taught life skills, given a family, and most of all had a woman that would do anything for him. He looked down at the petite woman sleeping soundly on his chest. If there was a God, he wanted to thank him fully for allowing things to become this way. His eyes closed as Ray snuggled in his chest at the sound of thunder only missing the shadow standing by the window