You are now entering smutville – ok ok , so we've been here virtually since the beginning, but before we were renting a flat – now we're thinking of buying! If you're easily offended you can email me and i'll fill you in with the angst stuff minus the smut!
There is plotty stuff towards the end of this chapter though, and warning: quite angsty.
Chapter 13The look Rico was giving me was predatory, animalistic. And I couldn't stop the shiver that ran through my body. His smile widened, his eyes darkened and his cock hardened. I swallowed, hard. His hands gently pushed me back down onto the bed. He teased my neck with his breath – so close to me but not touching. Then his long tongue swept out of his mouth and slowly, lazily, across my collarbone. As if he had all the time in the world to taste me. He blew softly on the wet mark he had left and another shiver ran through me.
He moved down my body, teasing my breasts, my stomach and my thighs with his breath and his tongue. I was a quivering mass of nerve endings and every single one was screaming for more. He laid gentle kisses on my inner thigh and my breath shuddered out. And still he hadn't laid a finger on me.
His voice, when he spoke, was husky, commanding and very, very sexy 'Spread your legs for me querida.' Without hesitation I did so, instinctively drawing up my legs – heels to ass – so that he could have easier access.
'Good.' He said huskily, 'now spread your lips for me Baby.' I reached down my body and parted my labia, and held myself completely open to him – vulnerable.
'Good.' He said again. Then he manoeuvred himself so that his mouth was inches from my clit. His breath teased me again and I begged, 'please.' He laughed softly and reached out and licked around my clit. Not touching it, just licking around it – so close and yet so god damn far.
'Rico.' I managed to moan. He paused, 'no.' he said, sounding strained, 'not yet.' And then his tongue inched down my slick folds, licking every mm of me. Then his tongue plunged inside of me. I gasped his name and arched my back. I felt the quivers begin but before I could reach the finishing line, Ric stopped. He raised his head and looked me in the eye.
'Tell me that you're mine.' He growled.
'Yours,' I said, somewhere between begging and sobbing, 'always yours. Please Rico. I love you. I need you. Yours.'
With a noise between and a growl and a purr he pounced on me. His lips, his tongue, his teeth tormented my clit, and he didn't stop until I came – screaming his name for all the world to hear.
I came back down slowly, but my heart rate was still sky high – especially when I saw the panther prowling in his eyes.
His body moved with a grace I'd never manage and all those sexy muscles rippled and flexed as he pinned me to the bed. His hands grasped my wrists and tugged them over my head. He kept my wrists there with one hand, and the other snaked down my body, pausing at my hard nipples. His fingers pinched and twisted my nipples masterfully, just enough to make me moan. But I wanted to touch him, so I started trying to lift my wrists up, his grip on my hands tightened and with no apparent effort he held me there.
He was so strong, so gorgeous. And I couldn't help but want to put his strength to the test. I arched my back and writhed, trying to get from under him. But he held me down. I should feel scared that he could do anything to me, that he was so strong he could rape me if he wanted to. But all I felt was desire. Desire in spades. I moaned.
'You like this?' he asked in a deep voice.
I moaned again.
'You like that I can do anything I want to you and you can't stop me, that I'm stronger than you?' I was so wet, and his words had stolen my ability to speak. His eyes flashed and he bit my neck. I struggled harder against him and I was rewarded with a harsh growl. He released my neck and reached out with his spare hand, he fumbled with something, a condom, he pulled it on one handed and buried himself inside me.
The panther was unleashed. With an almost animal roar he fucked me, so hard that it hurt, but I would kill him if he stopped. I felt myself building up, ready to fly. I bit his neck and with one last thrust we flew together.
He was collapsed on top of me, his weight was almost crushing but before I could say anything he heaved himself up on his elbows.
'Did I hurt you?' he asked, sounding concerned.
'Yes, and I enjoyed every second of it.' He looked at me for a moment and then he started to laugh, 'Who would've guessed that 'Angel' likes it so rough?' With a quick kiss he eased himself out of me and staggered to the bathroom. I smiled smugly, glad he wasn't steady on his feet, I'm not even sure I can walk – let alone steadily. I used the bathroom after him and then slipped between the sheets.
Rico wrapped his arms around me, 'I love you Baby.' He murmured into my ear. 'I love you Rico.' I answered. We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then he kissed me and walked to the kitchen area. He picked something up and microwaved it. Then he returned to our bed.
'What's that?' I asked, pointing to the bowl he was carrying.
He smiled, slow and sexy, 'melted chocolate Babe. My dessert.' And his panther eyes made an appearance.
'God.' I said.
'Not quite,' Rico said with a smile, 'but I'll see what I can do.'
Several hours later and I was thinking that I probably didn't need sex for another millennia or so. I was also thinking that I really loved the way Ric ate dessert. Hmm, maybe I should try it sometime. I might have pursued that line of thought, but my body decided that sleep was a good idea, so my mind shut up and shut down and within minutes I was off to la la land.
I was dreaming, dreaming of Rico inside me, filling me. I woke up fully as I came, and stared into Ric's startled eyes.
'Were you awake?' Ric asked.
'No. You?'
'No.'
'Omigod! We sleep fucked? I thought that was an urban myth!'
'Apparently not.' Rico said, sounding a combination of shocked and amused.
My eyes widened in panic as a thought crossed my mind, 'Condom!'
He blinked, and pulled his still hard dick out of me. We both let out small breaths of relief when we saw the full, still intact, condom.
Then he grinned, 'That's so cool, I even put a condom on in my sleep!'
'How do you know I didn't put it on?' I said, feeling indignant. He looked at me and raised his eyebrow, his lips twitching. And then we started laughing.
'Oh God.' I gasped, 'sleep fucking.'
'Yeah, I guess we really can't get enough of each other!'
A few hours, two condoms and a bath later, we were naked, lying languidly on the fur rug on the hotel floor. Our arms were wrapped around each other, my legs wrapped around his waist. We were facing each other, and I could see that he wanted to tell me something. I waited, if he wanted to tell me, he would.
'I used to come here when I was very young.' Ric said softly.
'Yeah?' I said softly, wanting to know more but not wanting to ask. His eyes searched mine for a moment.
'Before I was five.' He sighed, 'this isn't going to be easy for me. I haven't talked about this properly in a long time, well, never really. So just listen ok?' I nodded silently. 'I said my parents, Carlos and Maria, were alive. It's a bit more complicated than that. Carlos and Maria are really my uncle and my aunt. But for a very long time, since I was eight, they've been my parents – I call them Mama and Papa. Papa – Carlos – he's really my actual father's identical twin. So, my brothers and sisters look a lot like me, because we're really like half-brother/sister than cousins genetically.' Ric paused and took a few deep breaths. I squeezed his thigh and his arms tightened around me.
'My real mother was called Serena, like my sister – cousin – whatever. My father was called Damien. When I was five my mom and I were playing in the basement, it was a toy room with everything a five year old could want. We heard a noise, like a door crashing open and then there was lots of shouting. I didn't understand, I –' Ric paused, swallowing hard and closing his eyes. He took a long shuddering breath and continued.
'My mom told me to get into the toy cupboard. She told me to 'be a good boy Rico, stay here, no matter what.' And she told me –' He broke off, his jaw clenching and his eyes watering. I reached up and laid my hand on his cheek. A solitary tear ran down and I leaned forward and kissed it away. He buried his head in my shoulder, and we stayed like that for several minutes. Then Rico raised his head and carried on.
'She told me she loved me, very much. She told me that my dad did too. She told me, 'hush now Rico', she kissed me and she closed the doors, but there was still a small crack that I could see through. Four men came down the basement, dragging my Dad between them. He had blood running down his face and his clothes were torn – the attackers were in a similar state, and obviously very pissed off about it.' Ric paused again, tension rippling along his jaw.
'My Dad glanced round the room and then looked at my mom and she nodded. I think that he was looking for me, and she was telling him it was ok, that I was ok. I don't think the bastards knew about me, they didn't look for me. Two of them held my father while the other two beat him. I could hear his ribs breaking, and so could mom. She was sobbing, begging, pleading – offering them money, anything, to just stop. But they didn't. They let my dad go and he dropped to the floor. They kicked him. Then they heaved him up to standing and held his head forward, so he had to look at his wife while they cut her throat.' Another tear ran down his cheek and his voice broke at the last line.
'Her blood,' he choked out, 'was everywhere. My dad was screaming her name, crying. The fuckers laughed. They let him go but kicked his legs from under him so he had to crawl to my mom's body. Then, when he gathered her into his arms, they shot him - in the back. Repeatedly. After making sure they were dead, they left. I stayed in the cupboard for five hours before I moved. I still don't like confined spaces. I was so scared. What if they came after me? But first I went to the kitchen and drew a knife, I went back to the basement and I cut my hand like I'd seen my dad do once. I cut my hand and I swore by my blood that I would avenge my parents. I took my father's hair thong and ran. I was five.' He stopped talking and pulled the leather thong out of his hair, it had an intricate pattern sewn into the soft leather - it was beautiful.
'My mom made it for him.' He said softly. I handed it back and as he took it I lifted his palm and looked. Sure enough, there was a faint line running across his left palm, a scar that had remained there for nearly 30 years.
'You must have cut pretty deep.'
'Yeah. It bled loads, so much so that the police thought that I was dead too. But I didn't know that at the time. As I said, I ran away and I joined the streets, joined a gang. Met Tank, Chameleon and Guns. We ran errands for the older members. Took drugs, smoked, drank. Christ we were kids. A gun was standard issue with a gang membership, and one of the older guys, Snake, took a shine to me. Showed me how to shoot, how to pick locks, how to hot wire cars.' He sighed.
'I didn't – I didn't speak Babe. Not a word. I didn't want to. So I was silent and stealthy, the gang quickly realised that I could be useful. I was on an errand with the Snake when I saw them. The bastards. They were in a pub. Boasting, telling stories of what good mercenaries they were. They started talking about when they killed the 'stinking rich Manoso's.' My hand went to my gun. Snake stopped me, he looked at me and said, 'You gotta be aware of your surroundings Panther.' That was my nickname, Panther. Snake tugged me out the pub. Then he asked me if I was the Manoso kid, the one everyone thought was dead, but that the bastards inside were swearing not to have killed. I pulled my gun on him, before he could turn me in. He looked at me, then he nodded. 'Ok, Panther.''
'Then he dragged me out behind a car. We waited for three hours. Then the fuckers struggled outa the pub. 'Take the two on the left Panther.' And I knew what he meant. I raised my gun, clicked off the safety and killed the two on the left. Snake killed the two on the right.'
Ric closed his eyes. 'I killed my first two men when I was eight.' My heart ached for him and I held him close to me. 'They would have died anyway,' I said, 'if they'd been caught, it would've been death row. You just saved the state all that money and trouble.'
Ric's lips twitched. 'God Babe. I was prepared for you to say a lot of things, but 'ah well' wasn't really one of them. I thought you were gonna be upset. I thought –' his breathing hitched, 'I thought you might leave me.'
'Never.' I said simply. And he looked in my eyes and knew that it was true.
Rico leaned forward and kissed me, slow and tender, 'I don't deserve you,' he murmured.
'No, you deserve better, but I'm not gonna complain.'
'No one's better than you. You're perfect to me, perfect for me. So special. I love you so much.'
'I love you more,' I said, sticking out my tongue.
He looked at me for a moment and he started to laugh. When he recovered, he said 'You're my light. It doesn't matter how dark it is, you make it light, you make it so I can see.' Then he kissed me softly again. He pulled back and took a deep breath; he wasn't done telling me everything yet.
'Snake searched for two months, and I never knew. He took me to a doctors so they could take blood, I didn't know why, but he sent my blood off to be analysed – to prove that I was Ricardo Carlos Manoso. Eventually he found my uncles address. He took me to a hotel, where I had a bath and he gave me some new clothes to wear: a pair of black combats, boots and a black t-shirt. Miniature versions of what he was wearing. They were my first brand new clothes in three years. Then he brushed my hair and tied it back with my Dad's leather thong. He took me to the front of a huge house with a wrought iron gate – I thought we were going to rob it, that the clothes were a disguise or something.'
Those clothes, they were his 'uniform', his way of honouring Snake I guess.
'Snake gave me a load of papers and told me to give them to the person that came. Then he buzzed the security box by the gate. He told me that he'd look after the other three and then he left me there, and drove away. The security man came and stared at me. He let me in without even looking at the papers. He took me in to a huge room. 'Sir.' He said to my papa, to my uncle. He turned round and I gasped, I backed away because suddenly I could see the image of my father dying overlaid.'
'Papa came and knelt beside me, 'Ricardo?' he asked. I handed him the papers. He read them and smiled at me. 'Would you like to live here Ricardo?' I looked around at all these things, wow – I could live here? Better not let them see how much I want to be here or they might throw me out. So I shrugged as nonchalantly as I could. 'Do you speak Ric?' he asked. I looked at him for a while then I shook my head. 'Can you speak Ric?' I nodded slowly. 'Ok.' He said. Then he held out his hand and said, 'Want to see your room?' I was eight, Dom was six, Jacko and Rena were three. They took me in, cared for me, loved me. Helped me. When I was eleven I spoke for the first time in six years; some bully's at school were trying to hurt Dom, I told them to 'get the hell off my brother'. And that was it.'
I held him tightly, 'You've been through so much. Thank you for telling me, you didn't have to.'
'I've never told anyone that. No one, not even Tank, knows the full story. My parents never ask me about what happened, or how I lived for those three years in between. But I wanted you to know. To know the truth. I don't want any secrets between us Baby.'
'No secrets.' I agreed and held him tightly to me, as if he was all that kept me alive. In a way, he was.
