New beginnings
AN: I want to dedicate this story to Shel. Thanks for forcing me to write a sequel! I would laugh is lynx, honda or bunni ever read this... so I guess I should dedicate this to them as well! He he! Only because they keep me sooo amused! Whom else do I want to thank...? Hmmm... Kitty for being so supportive to me, Ape for, well, being an ape! (and you better read this one damnit!), Jenny hurting my right hand and generally being a bitch (we still love her though) and of course Tess for filling my mind with sick thoughts all the time and making me slap myself constantly! A special thanks to Hope for once again putting up with me! What would we do without you!? So thanks guys!
Disclaimer- However unfortunate it might be, these characters are not mine *sigh* though I do enjoy manipulating them to play out my twisted fantasies!
AN: This is as previously stated a sequel. Please read the previous one! Also, take a look at my other pieces... AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW ( Thanks.
Last time we saw them, Weiss was telling Vaughn about his new girlfriend. However, Weiss never told Vaughn that he is actually in a homosexual relationship... with Sark! And so the story begins...
"Hey Vaughn" Weiss called out to his best friend. It was good to see him looking happy again. After Sydney died, he went into such a depressed state and was finally coming good again. However, this was not so good for Weiss because now that Vaughn was feeling better he would begin to ask more and more questions about Weiss' girlfriend. "Hey Weiss. How are you?" "Mmmm... tired" Weiss mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "You?" "Really good." Vaughn laughed at his friend. "Someone was up late last night eh?" Weiss mumbled something and yawned. Truth was that in fact he had been up all night... fucking his 'girlfriend'. Not something he wanted to think too much about while he was at work let alone with his best friend! "How'd ya figure?" "Well, not only have you yawned five times since we started talking but you have had this grin plastered across your face all day... just how much did you get last night?" Weiss looked at his friend and slightly blushed. 'Shit!' he thought to himself. 'I've known Mike for nearly ten years and we have been through everything together. Why is it that this time I can't tell him what is really going on?' Seeing that Eric wasn't going to answer, Mike continued on. "So when am I going to meet her?" Weiss shifted around, avoiding eye contact with his friend. "Ehm... soon I guess. Why?" "Just wondering. How 'bout this weekend?" Weiss looked at Mike and rubbed the back of his neck, thinking. "I don't know Mike..." "Come on Weiss! You can't keep me away from her for forever! I would, after all, like to meet the girl who is making my best friend so damn happy!" Eric shuddered at the mention of 'girl'. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up (no pun intended!). He had a few options. Firstly, he could just tell Mike that they broke up and try to hide his smile. Or he could break up with Sark. Or he could try not to look too happy after a night of hot sex... that or stop having sex with Sark completely... 'NO!' Eric's mind shouted at him. 'No way is the last option going to work. You're going to have to face this one!' "Friday should be ok. I'll check with her tonight and if there are any problems I'll call you." Mike had a look of satisfaction as he walked away. 'Damn that man!' Weiss thought.
******* Sark's penthouse *********
Eric walked in the front door of Sark's penthouse only to find him lying practically naked under the gentle hands of Gretel, his massage therapist. Weiss walked closer, trying not to wake him and enjoying the little, almost purring, sounds he was making. Gretel realised that things were about to get... weird... so she stepped away from Sark and let Weiss take over. "You know," Eric whispered sensually in Sark's ear. "you're very lucky that I don't get jealous easily!" Hearing Eric's voice, Sark rolled over and, dragging Weiss' body on top of his own, began to kiss him. He ran his hands up and down Weiss' body until they were both breathing heavily. Eric, using more determination than he thought he had, pulled himself off a very annoyed Sark. "Looks like you missed me." Weiss laughed and kissed him one more time. "Mmm yes I did. How was your day?" "Survivable. Yours?" Sark looked at Weiss who returned his stare. Of course he knew how his day was. The bastard was so rich he didn't have to work. Occasionally he was called upon for a hit or to scare the shit out of someone, but generally speaking he would lounge around all day is his mansion drinking expensive wine. "Oh. Another one of those days eh?" Sark just smiled as sweetly as someone like Sark can smile. Sometimes Weiss wondered why he with Sark. He was a cold heartless man who was not incapable of ever loving another human being. On the other hand, the sex was...well... fantastic! That upset Weiss most of all. That he had been reduced to a relationship based on hot sex. He sighed quietly and sat down on the bench next to Sark. "What's wrong?" Sark whispered into Eric's ear as he started to run his fingernails along the zipper of his pants. "Nothing. Just thinking. I have something to ask..." "What?" "Vaughn has wanted to meet... well... I haven't exactly been honest with him. He thinks I have..." "A girlfriend?" Sark interrupted. "Yeah. He wants to meet this Friday and I want to open with him but I don't want to loose a friend over this. Let alone a job!" Weiss turned away from Sark and walked over to the window. Sark went over and stood next to him. Weiss sighed. There was never intimacy between them unless they were fucking like rabbits... and that was never very intimate either. "Don't worry" Sark finally said, breaking the un-easy silence. "I can fix it." He then walked over to the phone, dialed a number and then waited for an answer. Eric stood in almost awe as Sark began to talk very quickly in what sounded something like Mexican. After a few moments, he put the phone down, walked over to Weiss and kissed him. "All fixed." He whispered.
THAT FRIDAY
Walking into the office, Eric remembered the night before. Sark had come home late (considering he barely left the house) and presented Eric with three tablets. He had told him that if he crushed them in put them in Vaughn's drink that evening it would knock him out so much that he wouldn't be able to remember much the next morning. Weiss was a little worried about this. He loved what he had with Sark and didn't want to give it up, but he also loved his job... and his friend. Sighing, knocked on Vaughn's office door. He was sitting behind his desk looking worried as usual. Weiss waved a silent hello as soon as his friend looked up. "Looking forward to tonight?" Vaughn said with a smile as he invited his friend to sit. "Yeah. Of course." "Is 8 still ok with you?" "Yes, but Sarah said that she's going to have to come at around 10 cause she has a dinner-do with her boss." "That's cool. Where do you wanna go? I heard about this new club Concrete Asylum. Sounds... different. What ya say?" Weiss just sort of shrugged. At that point, Jack walked into the room and told Vaughn that he was needed urgently. "Weiss, have to go. We'll talk later though ok. Lunch?" "Yep." Weiss called out to Vaughn as he ran after Jack.
That night
Weiss was shaking. Uncontrollably shaking. Almost like he was having a seizure. Never in his life had he been so afraid. Sure, this guy had been through many life-threatening experiences but this seemed to be the worst. Almost as if on cue, Mike came strolling into the club in his leather jacket. He looked hot and Weiss nearly slapped himself for having such a thought about his friend. "Hey." Mike said sitting next to Weiss who seemed to have stopped shaking long enough to wave hello. "Hey" Weiss replied quickly. 'Pull yourself together' he said to himself. "How are you?" "Alright, you?" "Fine. Want a drink?" "Yeah, that would be great thanks. I'll have whatever you think looks good." With that, Eric walked off. He approached the bar and ordered two cocktails that were an interesting purple colour. On his walk back to where Mike was sitting, he carefully sprinkled the pre-crushed drug into one of the glasses. He handed this one to Mike who nodded his appreciation and then sat down. Many hours passed and Eric was anxious. Not only did he want to know where Sark was, but also he wasn't sure if the drugs had effected him enough yet. Almost as if he could read his lovers mind, that same moment Sark walked in through the doors. He was wearing tight jeans, white button up shirt that was partially see-through and a leather jacket. Weiss couldn't help but almost drool over him. 'Here goes nothing' he whispered to himself before excusing himself and making his way through the crowd. Sark saw him coming closer and as soon as he was in reach, he grabbed his boyfriend pulling him into a passionate kiss that left them both breathless. "Hey" he whispered, grabbing Weiss' ass. Eric slapped his hand away and lead him to where Mike was waiting. As he saw the happy 'couple' approach, his mouth nearly hit the floor. "Mike... this is..." "You're a fag?" "No..." Eric began before Sark cut in. "No, he's not, he just likes the sex." Weiss breathed a sigh of relief. Mike was so out of it he had no clue who Sark was. This was good because the last time Sark and Vaughn had meet they tried to kill each other. Mike stuck out his hand to meet Sark's. "Nice to finally meet the wo...erh... person who is giving my friend so much pleasure." His words were slightly slurred but still comprehendible. "Anyone want drinks?" Sark offered standing up. After getting the orders correct over the loud music, Sark headed off to get the drinks. An awkward silence fell over Weiss and Vaughn, neither knowing what to say to the other... When the bartender put the drinks in front of him, he quickly pulled out a small plastic container from his pocket and emptied the contents into Weiss drink then proceeded back to the table.
The hours seemed to pass so quickly and the next time Weiss looked at his watch it was 2am. At the thought of it being so late/early he yawned. Picking up on his obvious tiredness, Sark put his hand on Weiss thigh and said "It's getting late. Maybe we should continue this back at my place?" Once everyone agreed, they piled into a cab and went off to Sark's penthouse. Once inside, Sark went into his kitchen to make coffee while Weiss showed Vaughn around. They sat in Sark's living room and spoke only briefly before the phone rang. Sark excused himself to take it. Weiss and Vaughn sat next to each other hating the tension that was present. However, rather oddly, from this unavoidable awkwardness came a conversation, which changed their views of each other dramatically. They spoke about how Mike had really been doing, what it was like to be in Eric's position... and work was never once mentioned which was a major relief to them both. Almost as randomly as this conversation had started, it all too soon ended and they were left sitting there alone staring at the wall. But what truly shocked Weiss was when Mike stood up, walked over to him and... kissed him.
As soon as he had realised what he had done, Mike pulled away and turned a funny shade of red. However, Weiss wasn't feeling so bad about the situation and soon he had his friend pressed against his lover's bedroom wall taking off his clothes. Breathing heavily they continued to strip each other and kiss madly. It was like some feeling, some hormone had just been released in them that had not been present before. Finally, Eric lay Michael down on the bed and moved his hands up and down his body. Mike was purring at the sensations his friend was creating and was eager to try anything that Eric suggested. They explored each others bodies, touching, feeling, learning...
... in a room at the other end of the penthouse, Sark sat there in almost orgasmic bliss watching the newly found fuck-buddies explore. Groaning, he put his hand down to run his fingers through the hair of the blonde who was giving him head. So amused he was of how the situation had turned out. This was exactly what he had hoped would happen when he first approached Weiss.
The next morning, Eric awoke expecting to see Sark lying next to him, but was shocked and amazed when it was in fact his best friend. The reaction was even worse from a recovering Vaughn when he woke to see Weiss sitting there with his jaw on the ground. They quickly parted to their separate homes and did not speak of what may or may not have happened. When they arrived, separately, to work later on, the receptionists said that there was a package for them. They went into Vaughn's office and opened it. It was a VCR tape with a note on the front; 'Enjoy ~S'
Weiss locked the office door and shut the blinds as Vaughn put the tape into his VCR player. As they sat there a familiar face appeared on the screen and delivered a message... 'Dearest friends, was so amused and shocked by your little display in my home last night that I couldn't help but film it. Just letting you know, this isn't the only copy but I thought it was only right to give you the courtesy of viewing your first night together since neither of you will remember it. If at any stage I ever need anything, and you are not willing to co-operate I will use this tape against you. Oh. And one more thing. Congratulations. You'll make a lovely couple...'
THE END
AN: I want to dedicate this story to Shel. Thanks for forcing me to write a sequel! I would laugh is lynx, honda or bunni ever read this... so I guess I should dedicate this to them as well! He he! Only because they keep me sooo amused! Whom else do I want to thank...? Hmmm... Kitty for being so supportive to me, Ape for, well, being an ape! (and you better read this one damnit!), Jenny hurting my right hand and generally being a bitch (we still love her though) and of course Tess for filling my mind with sick thoughts all the time and making me slap myself constantly! A special thanks to Hope for once again putting up with me! What would we do without you!? So thanks guys!
Disclaimer- However unfortunate it might be, these characters are not mine *sigh* though I do enjoy manipulating them to play out my twisted fantasies!
AN: This is as previously stated a sequel. Please read the previous one! Also, take a look at my other pieces... AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW ( Thanks.
Last time we saw them, Weiss was telling Vaughn about his new girlfriend. However, Weiss never told Vaughn that he is actually in a homosexual relationship... with Sark! And so the story begins...
"Hey Vaughn" Weiss called out to his best friend. It was good to see him looking happy again. After Sydney died, he went into such a depressed state and was finally coming good again. However, this was not so good for Weiss because now that Vaughn was feeling better he would begin to ask more and more questions about Weiss' girlfriend. "Hey Weiss. How are you?" "Mmmm... tired" Weiss mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "You?" "Really good." Vaughn laughed at his friend. "Someone was up late last night eh?" Weiss mumbled something and yawned. Truth was that in fact he had been up all night... fucking his 'girlfriend'. Not something he wanted to think too much about while he was at work let alone with his best friend! "How'd ya figure?" "Well, not only have you yawned five times since we started talking but you have had this grin plastered across your face all day... just how much did you get last night?" Weiss looked at his friend and slightly blushed. 'Shit!' he thought to himself. 'I've known Mike for nearly ten years and we have been through everything together. Why is it that this time I can't tell him what is really going on?' Seeing that Eric wasn't going to answer, Mike continued on. "So when am I going to meet her?" Weiss shifted around, avoiding eye contact with his friend. "Ehm... soon I guess. Why?" "Just wondering. How 'bout this weekend?" Weiss looked at Mike and rubbed the back of his neck, thinking. "I don't know Mike..." "Come on Weiss! You can't keep me away from her for forever! I would, after all, like to meet the girl who is making my best friend so damn happy!" Eric shuddered at the mention of 'girl'. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up (no pun intended!). He had a few options. Firstly, he could just tell Mike that they broke up and try to hide his smile. Or he could break up with Sark. Or he could try not to look too happy after a night of hot sex... that or stop having sex with Sark completely... 'NO!' Eric's mind shouted at him. 'No way is the last option going to work. You're going to have to face this one!' "Friday should be ok. I'll check with her tonight and if there are any problems I'll call you." Mike had a look of satisfaction as he walked away. 'Damn that man!' Weiss thought.
******* Sark's penthouse *********
Eric walked in the front door of Sark's penthouse only to find him lying practically naked under the gentle hands of Gretel, his massage therapist. Weiss walked closer, trying not to wake him and enjoying the little, almost purring, sounds he was making. Gretel realised that things were about to get... weird... so she stepped away from Sark and let Weiss take over. "You know," Eric whispered sensually in Sark's ear. "you're very lucky that I don't get jealous easily!" Hearing Eric's voice, Sark rolled over and, dragging Weiss' body on top of his own, began to kiss him. He ran his hands up and down Weiss' body until they were both breathing heavily. Eric, using more determination than he thought he had, pulled himself off a very annoyed Sark. "Looks like you missed me." Weiss laughed and kissed him one more time. "Mmm yes I did. How was your day?" "Survivable. Yours?" Sark looked at Weiss who returned his stare. Of course he knew how his day was. The bastard was so rich he didn't have to work. Occasionally he was called upon for a hit or to scare the shit out of someone, but generally speaking he would lounge around all day is his mansion drinking expensive wine. "Oh. Another one of those days eh?" Sark just smiled as sweetly as someone like Sark can smile. Sometimes Weiss wondered why he with Sark. He was a cold heartless man who was not incapable of ever loving another human being. On the other hand, the sex was...well... fantastic! That upset Weiss most of all. That he had been reduced to a relationship based on hot sex. He sighed quietly and sat down on the bench next to Sark. "What's wrong?" Sark whispered into Eric's ear as he started to run his fingernails along the zipper of his pants. "Nothing. Just thinking. I have something to ask..." "What?" "Vaughn has wanted to meet... well... I haven't exactly been honest with him. He thinks I have..." "A girlfriend?" Sark interrupted. "Yeah. He wants to meet this Friday and I want to open with him but I don't want to loose a friend over this. Let alone a job!" Weiss turned away from Sark and walked over to the window. Sark went over and stood next to him. Weiss sighed. There was never intimacy between them unless they were fucking like rabbits... and that was never very intimate either. "Don't worry" Sark finally said, breaking the un-easy silence. "I can fix it." He then walked over to the phone, dialed a number and then waited for an answer. Eric stood in almost awe as Sark began to talk very quickly in what sounded something like Mexican. After a few moments, he put the phone down, walked over to Weiss and kissed him. "All fixed." He whispered.
THAT FRIDAY
Walking into the office, Eric remembered the night before. Sark had come home late (considering he barely left the house) and presented Eric with three tablets. He had told him that if he crushed them in put them in Vaughn's drink that evening it would knock him out so much that he wouldn't be able to remember much the next morning. Weiss was a little worried about this. He loved what he had with Sark and didn't want to give it up, but he also loved his job... and his friend. Sighing, knocked on Vaughn's office door. He was sitting behind his desk looking worried as usual. Weiss waved a silent hello as soon as his friend looked up. "Looking forward to tonight?" Vaughn said with a smile as he invited his friend to sit. "Yeah. Of course." "Is 8 still ok with you?" "Yes, but Sarah said that she's going to have to come at around 10 cause she has a dinner-do with her boss." "That's cool. Where do you wanna go? I heard about this new club Concrete Asylum. Sounds... different. What ya say?" Weiss just sort of shrugged. At that point, Jack walked into the room and told Vaughn that he was needed urgently. "Weiss, have to go. We'll talk later though ok. Lunch?" "Yep." Weiss called out to Vaughn as he ran after Jack.
That night
Weiss was shaking. Uncontrollably shaking. Almost like he was having a seizure. Never in his life had he been so afraid. Sure, this guy had been through many life-threatening experiences but this seemed to be the worst. Almost as if on cue, Mike came strolling into the club in his leather jacket. He looked hot and Weiss nearly slapped himself for having such a thought about his friend. "Hey." Mike said sitting next to Weiss who seemed to have stopped shaking long enough to wave hello. "Hey" Weiss replied quickly. 'Pull yourself together' he said to himself. "How are you?" "Alright, you?" "Fine. Want a drink?" "Yeah, that would be great thanks. I'll have whatever you think looks good." With that, Eric walked off. He approached the bar and ordered two cocktails that were an interesting purple colour. On his walk back to where Mike was sitting, he carefully sprinkled the pre-crushed drug into one of the glasses. He handed this one to Mike who nodded his appreciation and then sat down. Many hours passed and Eric was anxious. Not only did he want to know where Sark was, but also he wasn't sure if the drugs had effected him enough yet. Almost as if he could read his lovers mind, that same moment Sark walked in through the doors. He was wearing tight jeans, white button up shirt that was partially see-through and a leather jacket. Weiss couldn't help but almost drool over him. 'Here goes nothing' he whispered to himself before excusing himself and making his way through the crowd. Sark saw him coming closer and as soon as he was in reach, he grabbed his boyfriend pulling him into a passionate kiss that left them both breathless. "Hey" he whispered, grabbing Weiss' ass. Eric slapped his hand away and lead him to where Mike was waiting. As he saw the happy 'couple' approach, his mouth nearly hit the floor. "Mike... this is..." "You're a fag?" "No..." Eric began before Sark cut in. "No, he's not, he just likes the sex." Weiss breathed a sigh of relief. Mike was so out of it he had no clue who Sark was. This was good because the last time Sark and Vaughn had meet they tried to kill each other. Mike stuck out his hand to meet Sark's. "Nice to finally meet the wo...erh... person who is giving my friend so much pleasure." His words were slightly slurred but still comprehendible. "Anyone want drinks?" Sark offered standing up. After getting the orders correct over the loud music, Sark headed off to get the drinks. An awkward silence fell over Weiss and Vaughn, neither knowing what to say to the other... When the bartender put the drinks in front of him, he quickly pulled out a small plastic container from his pocket and emptied the contents into Weiss drink then proceeded back to the table.
The hours seemed to pass so quickly and the next time Weiss looked at his watch it was 2am. At the thought of it being so late/early he yawned. Picking up on his obvious tiredness, Sark put his hand on Weiss thigh and said "It's getting late. Maybe we should continue this back at my place?" Once everyone agreed, they piled into a cab and went off to Sark's penthouse. Once inside, Sark went into his kitchen to make coffee while Weiss showed Vaughn around. They sat in Sark's living room and spoke only briefly before the phone rang. Sark excused himself to take it. Weiss and Vaughn sat next to each other hating the tension that was present. However, rather oddly, from this unavoidable awkwardness came a conversation, which changed their views of each other dramatically. They spoke about how Mike had really been doing, what it was like to be in Eric's position... and work was never once mentioned which was a major relief to them both. Almost as randomly as this conversation had started, it all too soon ended and they were left sitting there alone staring at the wall. But what truly shocked Weiss was when Mike stood up, walked over to him and... kissed him.
As soon as he had realised what he had done, Mike pulled away and turned a funny shade of red. However, Weiss wasn't feeling so bad about the situation and soon he had his friend pressed against his lover's bedroom wall taking off his clothes. Breathing heavily they continued to strip each other and kiss madly. It was like some feeling, some hormone had just been released in them that had not been present before. Finally, Eric lay Michael down on the bed and moved his hands up and down his body. Mike was purring at the sensations his friend was creating and was eager to try anything that Eric suggested. They explored each others bodies, touching, feeling, learning...
... in a room at the other end of the penthouse, Sark sat there in almost orgasmic bliss watching the newly found fuck-buddies explore. Groaning, he put his hand down to run his fingers through the hair of the blonde who was giving him head. So amused he was of how the situation had turned out. This was exactly what he had hoped would happen when he first approached Weiss.
The next morning, Eric awoke expecting to see Sark lying next to him, but was shocked and amazed when it was in fact his best friend. The reaction was even worse from a recovering Vaughn when he woke to see Weiss sitting there with his jaw on the ground. They quickly parted to their separate homes and did not speak of what may or may not have happened. When they arrived, separately, to work later on, the receptionists said that there was a package for them. They went into Vaughn's office and opened it. It was a VCR tape with a note on the front; 'Enjoy ~S'
Weiss locked the office door and shut the blinds as Vaughn put the tape into his VCR player. As they sat there a familiar face appeared on the screen and delivered a message... 'Dearest friends, was so amused and shocked by your little display in my home last night that I couldn't help but film it. Just letting you know, this isn't the only copy but I thought it was only right to give you the courtesy of viewing your first night together since neither of you will remember it. If at any stage I ever need anything, and you are not willing to co-operate I will use this tape against you. Oh. And one more thing. Congratulations. You'll make a lovely couple...'
THE END