Hello, my beautiful people, and I present thee with yet another chapter. Bare with me, I felt really uncomfortable writing it so, I'll apologize for any spelling and or grammer errors, again this chapter contains some... Graphicness in it that I'm sure you fans will come to enjoy at my expense. xD Laides and gentlmen, I present you with Chapter 5! From yours truly, "Mr. Krow" !

Chapter 5

People were hooting, passing drinks around and falling off their asses stoned. What reason was there to celibrate? Maero got away, but the Saints did cripple the brotherhood quite well.. Maybe that was worth partying. Or maybe the Saints didn't need a fucking excuse to have a good time. Whatever the case, the music was loud and deafening. The air intoxicated with must and sex. It was hard to breathe. Santiago had to keep away from the mass of bodies grinding into eachother. He still felt sore as fuck from the encounter with Maero.. But he wasn't going to admit that of course. Above all, his guilt was eating him up the most. He'd never forget the look Carlos had gave him last night. He looked.. Ashamed. Santiago had to work on his people skills.. But if he did admit to the kid his true feelings.. They'd never be close again.. Santiago was having trouble decided which was worse.

Where was Carlos anyway?

Santiago's brown eyes scanned the loud party of strippers and howling gang members but no sign of the young banger. A swell of defeat hoarded his heart. Maybe he quit.. He destroid that thought in a heartbeat. Quiting wasn't Carlos' style.. He was too stuborn; Determind was more like it.

Usher and Pitt Bull was blaring out the loud speakers. The song "DJ got us falling in love" Was pooling and spilling around the dancefloor, hiking up temperatures and the drunken haze that hung over the atmosphere. Santiago was about to get up to soak up a beer when a body forced him back down. In the darkness with only blinding flashing lights, he felt a body in his lap.

Stripper... Was his first thought, however when the person leaned into his ear, and a voice purred into said ear.. He was pleasently mistaken.

"Por que, amor?.. What's the rush?" Carlos breathed hot air against Santiago's neck. This shit Shaundi gave him was either working dangerously well or.. Carlos was drunk off his ass and didn't know what the fuck he was doing..

The ladder became more clear when he detected the drunken note in Carlos' accent.

"There's no rush, baby boy..~" Santiago kept his voice low and husky. He was only curious how far this would go.. But that little shoulder angel was nagging at him. This is taking advantage of him... Fuck that, can't take advantage of someone if they clearly want it! And by the judge of that hard.. thing poking him.. Carlos was practically begging.

Santiago could just feel that drunken grin against his neck, to test the waters, the male arched his hips upwards and between the youth's thighs, it was like electricity, the pleasure rippled and that sound that climbed up Carlos' throat was an added bonus.. Or boner so to speak. Santiago did it again, and sure enough, Carlos responded by clumsily latching his lips onto Santiago's neck.

It then just dawned on Santiago then.. Everyone was around.. It wasn't like a spotlight was on them but everyone was there. God forbid.. Santiago pushed up from the couch, taking Carlos by suprise as he began to carry him up the stairs in a staggered step. Up the stairs and across the hall where his bedroom was. He had only hoped they weren't noticed. Even if they were, people were so fucked up to probably remember their horny boss dragging Carlos up the stairs anyway. On their way there, Carlos had pushed now shying lips onto Santiago's mouth. He was sobering up much to Santiago's dismay, but would this be something the youth would regret?

The matris bounced, throwing the two out of lip lock and Carlos could only look up with a dazed expression. Honey optics hazed with lust and beer.

Those fucking puppy dog eyes..

What were they doing? Carlos is the first to act, he's always the first to act. Johnny was right, the kid had a pair. Carlos leans up, pressing his lips against Santiago's once. And the man is litterally in heaven. He doesn't think, he could only focus on those moving lips, the tongue shyly sliding past his lips, tangling with his. Again, Satiago doesn't think, He jerks up Carlos' shirt, pulling it off the youth's head and tossing it over his shoulder. He had to break the kiss in order to do the task, but in no time at all, his mouth is back on Carlos'. A little more hungry this time. Santiago was a lean, muscular kind of guy. Carlos was small, short sure, but he was also pretty well built for a little guy. Broad shouldered and toned muscles that tensed under the butterfly touches.

Once more, Carlos is shy. He twists from under Santiago, uncomfortably moans into Santiago's mouth. This confused the Leader of the Saints. Why was Carlos acting so strange? Was he fully sober now? He pulled up from the kiss when he felt a little of a struggle.

"Por que, Carlos?" He was staring down at the youth. Carlos was pushing himself into the matris red face looking away. He's hiding... It then occured to Santiago.. His chest and torso rippled with scars and jaggid markings. Carlos may have survived the whole ordeal.. But the Brotherhood left their marks.. The torment and shame that must have branded Carlos.. Santiago wanted to make things right.. He wanted Maero's head on a fucking platter and he wanted Carlos to be the one to chop it off.

Santiago felt Carlos move, attempting to get away. But it was Santiago who pulled him back. This threw the teen off gaurd.

"B-Boss..?!"

"Carlos.. You're beautiful.." The words spilled from Santiago's lips and it was too late to take them back. Carlos is dumb founded, he looked as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. But the thought couldn't be contemplated, Santiago swooped in and traced a scar on Carlos' neck, tongue following the outline and squeezing a moan from him. Santiago wastes no time either, trailing kisses down the youth's chest. He wanted Carlos to feel pleasure, and he wanted to be the one to give it to him.

It was halfway down the youth's stomach when Santiago didn't realize how ticklish Carlos could be. Or the sensitivity of his skin. Each time he planted a tender kiss or nip the more of a wiggle he'd feel Carlos make. Santiago chuckled softly.

"Amor,(Love) hold still.." Another crippling thought occured to him. Gored into his thoughts and well being..-Was Carlos a virgin? The sensitivity.. It made sense. But it was Carlos who flipped the tables after seeing his boss' expression. Before Santiago could speak, he felt himself being turned and before he knew it, Carlos is sitting on his chest, that familure determination in his face. It was cute.

"Look.. I know what you're thinking, but I'm ready.." He almost gave a pout, but that would've been out of characrter, instead, Carlos gave a nod to punctuate himself. "I want this.."

"Then fucking come here!" Santiago grinned, lacing his hand behind Carlos' neck, he dragged the youth's face down into a heated, open mouthed kiss. That's when the heat sweltered inside of Santiago, feeling Carlos' fingers slip through his black choppy locks... Santiago nearly lost it. His hands found Carlos' hips, helping him move them. Yeah, he'd definatly show Carlos the ropes.

A soft smacking sound is made when their lips break apart, sharing eachother's heated breath Carlos looked dizzy and light headed. There was a little smugness in Santiago's movements when he guided Carlos to lay back down in the pillows but Carlos was breathlessly clawing at Santiago's shirt.

Taking the hint, Santiago pulled up to slide the shirt off his toned tattoed torso. Santiago's nakid chest was pushed against Carlos' the sweet friction was enough to pull him over the edge. But not yet..

"S-Santiago.." Hearing his name in Carlos' mouth was enough to spur him forward, he was clawing at Carlos' pants, easily snapping them open. Sure Santiago slept with loads of woman before. But needless to say, Carlos was not a woman. He was a man. So it was much like the blind leading the blind at this point.

Santiago acted on instincts, he leaned over Carlos and opened a drawr next to his bed. Digging around inside it. Carlos shifted against him, the movement was enough to make the man groan and quicken his movements in desperation. His fingers found the tube of lub and he retracted it from the drawr without closing it.

"What's that..?" Carlos' nose scrunched up after the lid was poped open. Was that cherry scented?.. Santiago shrugged to himself.

"It'll make the process more easier.." Carlos' face paled at the words. Confusion and uncertaintiy was in those goregous honey drops.

"Process?" He echoed, watching his boss lather his fingers with the gel. He wasn't sure where this was going. But he heard enough gay jokes to realize quick. "B..boss.."

"If it hurts too much, stop me.." Santiago plainly stated, though it wasn't careless when he hiked Carlos' leg over his shoulder. He felt Carlos' breath hitch. "Relax...~"

Carlos opened his mouth to retort, but he was chewing on his words as he felt a finger slip inside him. It wasn't painful.. But wasn't comfortable either. It was when the second finger was added was when he began to breath harder.. The third made him choke on his words. Santiago felt him wrythe under the fingers.

"E-Enough with the fingers already!" Carlos mannaged to hiss, fisting the sheets with a supressed sound inside his throat. Guilt stricken, Santiago complies, pulling out the digits to position himself.

"I promise it'll only hurt for a little while.." He assured softly. When Carlos nodded for him to go, Santiago carefully eased himself in. Watching Carlos' face with caution.

Now Carlos knew what the fingers were for. It litterally felt like he was being ripped in two by something stiff and hot. Technically that was the case, but it didn't ease any pain. Carlos resorted to sitting up and clutching onto Santiago's back. He felt his nails sink into Santiago's skin. But the man didn't flinch. It wasn't until he was fully inside did the two stop to breathe. Panting heavily in hot union.

"M-Move.." Carlos breathed. He was ready.

Santiago didn't need to be told twice. He began to move. Carefully. But that didn't mean it was technically easy. The heat that swallowed him whole was unbearable and the pleasure held him in a strong vice. It wasn't until he hit something that made Carlos' body jolt suddently.

"A-AH!" The sudden cry of pleasure encouraged Santiago to hit that same spot. A little harder this time. The end result was the same. Carlos threw his head back, face in a breathless gasp.

"More?"

"M..More!"

Santiago was pleased to comply, rocking against Carlos' heated body swiftly. Slick torsos sliding together with the movement, heat was building up where their bodies met and Santiago felt like he was getting closer to the edge. But he wanted to hold out. Carlos needed this.

The bed creaked under their frantic pace, the headboard hitting the wall creating a steady heartbeat of it's own. Carlos was the first to release with a loud cry that was left resinating into the walls and soaking into the floors.

Santiago stood no chance, he followed his lover in suit, releasing inside the warmth of Carlos to collaps onto the smaller of the two. Carlos was panting, staring at the ceiling in disbelief. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words broke up in his mouth as the sex high choked him.

Sleep clouded his eyes and before he could muster the energy to say anything at all.. Carlos fell asleep, spent.

Daylight creaked in and broke apart the darkened sky. Leaking into Santiago's bedroom through the window shades.

Santiago was the first to wake. He moved to find himself unable to.. Carlos had draped himself on his chest, much like a child clutching onto a pillow. Sleeping face breathing small puffs of hot air on his bare chest. Santiago licked his dry lips and wiped the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand. Carlos moved, coughing against Santiago's skin. The two were silent for a while..

What could they say?..

Another fling or was it something more?

"Carlos...I.." Santiago wanted to be the first to break the silence this time.. But Carlos was quick to cut off, sitting up stiffly.

"I-I know.. It never happened.." Santiago felt his face contort in confusion. He tilted his face to meet Carlos' stare. But the teen looked away.

"Carlos.." The Saints Leader spoke up, a little louder this time. More so in disbelief than anger. He was pretty sure he made his point across last night.. But Carlos didn't seem to get that.. That was going to change and fast.. He tried his name again.

"Carlos!" He echoed with gentle agitiation this time, he used his fingers to hold Carlos' chin and turn his face to meet his stare. There were tears in Carlos' eyes... What did Santiago do..? "Carlos.. You don't get it do you?"

"Clarifiy.."

Santiago could do that.. He leaned over, pressing his lips against Carlos'.. Perfect fit.. Santiago kissed Carlos slowly. Savoring the taste and reaction he was presented with. When they parted, Carlos was obviously speechless..

"S-Santiago..."

"I want us to be together, Carlos.." And as explained before.. He always got what he wanted.. Always.. And what he wanted was Carlos.

"I can make due with that.." Carlos was smiling. God, Santiago missed that smile.. "But what about the crew..?"

"What about them?.."

"Us..!" Carlos snorted, he wasn't exactly stupid.. He knew the risk of having a gay lover in any gang.. It raised questions.

"Who said they had to know?" Santiago shrugged. Secret love... Forbidden lust... He found it kinda sexy.. Carlos was considering it with a grin. He settled against Santiago's chest once again, curling there.

".. Santiago..?"

"Mmm..? I don't do that pillow talk, Amor.."

"Te' amo, you asshole..~"

"I could learn to like pillow talk.. love you too.."

~END

Wooo! To be continued on this puppy. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. So there you have it. I might make a second story to this couple. I am really feeling it. But I want to take a small break first and start on another fiction right away. xD Hmm... Possiblities, possiblities..

Anyway! Much thanks to my readers and reviewers, without ya' there wouldn't be any of this good shit!... I feel like having tacos for dinner... hm...

- Mr. Krow