Brothers Like Us

Brothers Like Us By Lawrence Michael Martell

CHAPTER 19

There was so much going in the past few days for Mohammed and it amazed him how he was still sane. Teena was serious about him taking full custody of Jamal. She had visited an attorney and found out that process that needed to be put in motion and before Mohammed could object she put the wheels in motion. His attorney said that everything was a mere formality and that they could handle it and he could concentrate on Jamal. Teena would come visit Jamal when she knew Mohammed was not there and she refused to discuss the situation concerning Jamal's custody with him. His attorney's were right it was just a formality though there was a bump or two when the judge asked where Jamal was and found out that he was in the hospital in the coma. The judge was concerned about making a decision that would effect the boys life with him being in a coma but Teena's attorney, Teena and Mohammed's attorney all explained that it was a mutual decision by both parties and that Jamal would be more than pleased with the decision. Convinced, the Judge signed the decision and Mohammed, finally, had full and sole custody of Jamal. Teena was granted visitation rights.

The next thing was Brett's moving out. Mohammed had not spoken to Brett since the incident and he had no intention of speaking to him again. He checked into a hotel, the same one that Sonny was staying in but different rooms, and he sent a certified letter to Brett telling him that he had thirty days to leave his house or be evicted. Mohammed got a letter back in response stating that he would be moved out within the next few days and that eviction was unnecessary. He also said some stuff about wanting to talk to him but Mohammed was not in the mood to hear anymore lies from Brett. Mohammed was going to stay away from the house while Brett was there packing but it was Sonny that suggested that he go.

"If not to make sure he doesn't take anything that isn't his or destroy the place."

Mohammed agreed and he went to the house to watch Brett pack and leave. He had asked Sonny to come with him but he said that it was not his place to be in the mix of that again and it was something that he had to handle. Mohammed went to his house and there was Brett packing up the remainder of his things. Mohammed walked around the house and was pretty sure that Brett had not taken anything that didn't belong to him and there seemed to be no damage to the house. But as he walked around the house he realized that there was a lot of Brett in the house and that their history together could be told by certain things in the house. The walls that they painted and wallpapered together. The carpet they had selected together. The nick nacks and antiques, there was so much they had gotten together and now it was just memories, distant memories.

"I'm finished." Brett said to Mohammed, who had gone to his office to do some work.

Mohammed barely looked up.

Brett stood there looking at Mohammed. "Aren't you going to say goodbye?"

Mohammed didn't look up.

Brett sighed heavily. "So this is how it's going to end?"

Mohammed said nothing, though he wanted to. He wanted to say a lot of things to Brett.

Brett turned to leave. "Okay...well, I figured I deserved better."

Mohammed looked at Brett's retreating back and the anger in his eyes burned a hole there. "You deserve WHAT?"

Brett stopped and turned around. Mohammed was staring at him, hostility in his eyes.

"Did you just say that YOU deserved better? Let me tell you who deserved better? I DID! I gave you my heart and soul. I shared my life and dreams with you."

Brett lowered his head. "I know."

"YOU know? Well, I'm glad you know. I'm glad that you know this NOW but why didn't your ass remember that when you were fucking every nigga in the city?"

"I didn't fuck every nigga in the city." Brett said defensively.

"Well, I guess I'm supposed to believe that." Mohammed said rising to his feet. Brett stepped back when Mohammed rose. He had never seen him this angry.

"Can you tell me why? Why did you do it? It would have been easier for you to just say you wanted out instead of cheating."

"Mohammed you were always on the road and..."

Mohammed exploded. "BULLSHIT! BULLLLLL SHIT! I had been one the road when we met...and you are on the road as much as I am when you have modeling gigs so don't hand me that shit! I just want to know...when did you stop loving me?"

Brett sighed helplessly. "I never stopped loving you, Mohammed."

Mohammed smiled but it wasn't a pleasant smile. "Then I sure would hate to see what you would have done if you hated me."

Brett moved closer to Mohammed. "Mohammed...I can't explain it all...I mean...I love you and what happened between me and Dalziel had nothing to do with love."

"Then what was it?" Mohammed demanded to know. "What was it, huh?"

"Mohammed..."

"You know Brett, I don't want to hear it. I have enough on my mind right now than to worry about you and your `tricks'. Jamal is in the hospital in a coma and I have to take care of him."

Brett looked at the floor then at Mohammed. "How is he?"

Mohammed chuckled coldly. "Like you really care."

"That's cold. I do care."

"If you cared then you would have been home watching my son. Taking care of my son instead of fucking your trick. Then maybe he would not have been driving around."

Brett fell silent. He was not about to let Mohammed know that he was home when Jamal left. That he was here fucking around with Dalziel. That he was tormenting Jamal. He turned and left the study and then made the walk to the front door down the hall. He never realized how long the hallway was from the door and it was a long walk. Once he reached the door he opened it and without looking back he left closing the door behind him and as he did he realized that for the first time in his life he actually had no place to go.

Mohammed was pacing like a wild lion in his study. Part of him wanted to run out and stop Brett, to grab him and demand that he tell him why he threw his love away? Demand to know why he treated him with such disrespect? He had loved Brett like no other. He had given his heart and soul and what did he get? Betrayal. He strode over to the wet bar and fixed himself a glass of Crown Royal straight and gulped it down and then another. He looked at the bar and remembered when Brett had it installed for him for his birthday. They made love that night in the study right next to the bar. Well, that was now in the past and it was now time to move on. Brett was out of his life and his life with Brett was over and it was now time to start a new life with a new man and he knew the man he wanted to start it with. He picked up his telephone and dialed Sonny's cellphone number. After three rings Sonny's sexy and sleepy sounding voice answered.

"Ello?"

Mohammed smiled. "Hello Sonny? You sleeping?"

"Just laid down to take a nap. Whatsup? How'd things go?"

Mohammed sighed heavily. "Brett is gone but he's still here."

"I understand that. So how are you?"

"I'm fine." Mohammed lied. Sonny heard the lie.

"You can tell me, Mo. You're sad about Brett." Sonny said.

"No I'm not sad about Brett."

Sonny made a tsk tsk sound over the phone. "You're lying Mohammed. I understand what you are feeling. You just ended a relationship that meant the world to you and you are feeling angry, sad, unloved, betrayed the whole thing. I understand that."

"Do you?" Mohammed asked.

"Yes, I do. I really do." Sonny said.

"You know this entire house is filled with memories, sounds, smells, tastes...everything in here reminds me of Brett and I."

"Remember the good memories, Mohammed. They are the lasting ones."

"I know but I would rather make some new memories."

"What do you mean?"

"How long would it take for you to check out of your hotel and come here?"

"Why Mohammed Moyenda, such talk!" Sonny replied in playful shock.

"I don't want to be here alone. Besides I want to share my house and memories with someone very special."

"And maybe make a few new memories?"

Mohammed smiled. "How about a lot of new memories."

"See you in an hour, boo."

"I'll be here." Mohammed said with a huge smile on his face. He hung up the phone and left the study. He stood in the center of his house and realized that his life was about to change and he was as excited as a little child waiting to go off on a fun trip and also as scared as a man going to the hospital for surgery. He was about to start over with a new life and it was nerve racking and scary and exciting. He realized that Sonny would be there in a hour and he had to tidy up a few things. Before he started he called the nurses station to check on Jamal. The nurse informed him that Teena was in the room with Jamal and when she asked if he wanted her to transfer the call to his room he declined. There was no need to interrupt their time together. Mohammed fixed himself another drink and then set about straightening a few things up before Sonny arrived.

Shane had been keeping himself busy with contacting Victor's family in New Orleans as well as making funeral arrangements, ofcourse they may change considering what the family wanted and he was prepared for that. The day after he found out the names and addresses and phone numbers of Victor's family he began calling. He began with Vidalia Du Bois. The woman that answered the phone had sweet, wonderful and warm voice and he could envision his voluptuous, full figured African Queen who attended church regularly wearing one of those big colorful hats and looking serene and happy. How could he tell this woman that her son was dead? Murdered in the street like a dog by the police.

"Mrs. Du Bois?" Shane had begun.

"Yes, this is Viddie Du Bois. Who is this calling?"

"You don't know me ma'am but my name is Shane Jackson and I know your son."

"Vincent?" Viddie Du Bois asked.

"No ma'am. Your son Victor."

He could feel her smiling through the phone. "Vicky. How is he?"

"Mrs. Du Bois..."Shane felt his voice crack and he started to get weak and sick.

"What's wrong with my baby?" Viddie Du Bois was getting concerned.

Tears burned Shane's eyes as he fought to stay strong but he was losing it.

"Mrs. Du Bois...Victor is...He was..."Shane began to tremble. Sean, who had been watching, walked over but Shane stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"Mr. Jackson...is my baby dead?" Viddie asked.

Shane paused for a second, swallowed and spoke. "Yes ma'am. He is dead."

Viddie Du Bois wailed and moaned but it wasn't the wail and a moan of a woman who had just lost her son but of a woman who knew that her child was in a better place. She didn't ask for the details of his death and Shane felt no reason to explain all that right now. He told her that he was making funeral arrangements since he was unaware of Victor having any family. He explained how he got the information from the Department of Corrections and how he wanted to contact Victor's family and inform them of what happened. Viddie informed Shane that she was grateful for what he had done and for calling her. She said that she would let the rest of the family know. Then she asked Shane a question he had not expected to hear.

"Did you love my baby?"

"Ma'am?" Shane was surprised.

"Did you love my baby?"

"Y...Yes ma'am...I did. Very much." Shane replied.

"Good cause my baby loved you very much." Viddie revealed.

"How?..."

"My baby didn't keep no secrets from his momma. I knew what he was from the day he was born and I loved him for just being him. While he was in prison he would write to me and tell me how he had messed things up between you two and how he was going to make things right when he got out."

Shane felt the tears rolling down his cheeks. "He did." Shane replied.

"I'm glad." Viddie said. "I know my baby wasn't perfect and he did bad things but he always took care of the one's he loved."

"Thank you ma'am." Shane said.

"Okay...enough ma'am. You family, you call me Momma V like all my children do." Viddie said happily.

Shane smiled. "Okay Momma V."

"There you go. Okay, now you let Momma V go and call the rest of the family and then I will call you back to find out when the funeral will be and the arrangements."

"Yes Momma V."

"What funeral home you using, baby?"

"Alexander's. They are the best up here."

Viddie smiled. "My baby deserved the best."

"Mr. Alexander said that he can arrange for Victor to be sent home to be b...b...buried" Shane could hardly say the word.

"Why?" Viddie asked.

"Well, I figured you would want him buried near you and his family?"

"CHILD PLEASE!" Viddie broke out in laughter. "Victor hated New Orleans with a passion. That's why he moved away. I mean my baby kept in touch but he would not want to be buried here. He'd want to be buried near the one he loved and that's you."

Shane smiled and after a few more minutes of talking they hung up the phone with a promise to stay in touch. Sean came over and gave Shane a hug.

"Sounds like everything went okay." Sean said.

"It was nice. She said that she was going to contact the rest of Victor's famiy and then call me back."

"You need to call Alexander's and let them know what you have and they are going to need obituary information for Victor on his family." Sean pointed out.

"I know. We'll get all of that when Momma V calls back." Shane said.

"Momma V?" Sean asked. "Who's that?"

"That's what Victor's mother wanted me to call her. She is a very sweet woman." Shane said with a sad smile. "I wish I was meeting her under more enjoyable time."

Sean nodded and enveloped his twin brother into a deep, long hug. It had been tough for Shane since Victor's death but he was trying to be strong. But Sean knew his brother was hurting. At night he could hear him crying in his bedroom at night. Shane was not sleeping much these days nor eaten. There were times that he just sat and stared at the TV. He hadn't returned to work since the tragic events and it seemed that he was not anxious about returning anytime soon. Vidalia Du Bois did call back to inform Shane that she, Victor's grandfather, her daughter Vivienne and son Vincent would be coming for Victor's funeral. Shane seemed to brighten as he discussed plans and arrangements. The family would be coming one day before Victor's funeral. Alexander's had everything they needed to perform the funeral services.

Momma V and her family arrived and Shane and Sean went to the airport to meet them. Momma V was just like Shane had envisioned her to be. A voluptuous, full figured and very handsome woman. She was in her mid fifties with jet black hair with gray at the temples and she had a wide and beautiful smile and she had Victor's beautiful eyes or more accurately he had her eyes. When Shane introduced himself to Vidalia Du Bois, she hugged him tight and held him like he was one of her own. Shane felt himself about to cry and Momma V said that it was okay if he wanted to. Shane stepped back and looked at the group that had come. There was Victor Du Bois, Sr. He was a tall, weed thin man with silver hair. He was seventy five years old and walked with a cane. Shane smiled as he realized that he was looking at what Victor would have looked like had he had lived to be seventy five. Victor Sr was handsome as well. He shook Shane's hand but didn't speak much. Vivienne Du Bois Chevalier was a beautiful woman of twenty five. She was the spitting image of her mother and like her mother she was a mother of three children, Vernon, who was 6, Veronique, who was 5 and 4 year old, Vaden.

"This family loves the letter V." Sean had whispered to Shane. Shane jabbed his brother and smiled as he did a mental head count. Someone was missing.

"Momma V? Where is Vincent?" Shane asked.

Almost on cue Vincent appeared and it startled Sean and Shane. Vincent Du Bois looked exactly like Victor. Height, weight, appearance and even the way he walked. Shane gasped and Momma V realized that she had forgot to tell Shane that Vincent was Victor's twin brother.

"Mon dieu!" Momma V exclaimed. "I am sorry."

Shane couldn't stop staring at Vincent.

"I didn't know Victor had a twin." Sean said as he also stared at Vincent.

"Yes. Victor was born one minute earlier than Vincent. Victor was named after his daddy and Vincent was named after his uncle."

"Hello." Vincent said. He extended his hand to Sean and then Shane.

"He sounds like him too." Shane gasped as he fought the conflicting feelings within him.

"well," Sean said touching Shane's shoulder. "We better get these folks settled in."

Shane smiled. "Yes...yeah." Shane kept staring at Vincent and he just couldn't stop it.

Shane and Sean took the Du Bois family to their hotel and once everyone was settled they went to dinner where they talked and got to know each other and stories were told about a young Victor Du Bois growing up in New Orleans. A loving son, a wonderful brother, a caring soul with a heart of gold. It made Shane miss him even more. He realized that they spent so much time apart and that he didn't say all those things he had wanted to say to Victor. If he had it to do over again, if he knew what he knew now he would not have wasted so much time. He would have told him everything that he felt. Tears formed in his eyes and when he felt a firm hand grasp his under the table he just assumed it was Sean but it wasn't Sean. It was Vincent. Shane looked at Vincent with surprise and relief.

"You're missin' Vick?" It was not a question but a statement.

"Yes...but I guess you...all of you are missing him."

Vincent squeezed his hand and held it a little longer before letting it go. Shane rubbed his hand but not from pain.

After dinner they all went to Alexander's funeral home to view Victor. Alexander's was one of the best funeral homes in the city if not the state. It was run by an old money African American family. Sean was friends with a member of the Alexander family, Tremayne Alexander, and it was through Tremayne that Victor was being serviced by the best in town and it was going to cost them little of nothing. Tremayne greeted them as they came in. He was dressed in an expensive dark suit and which brought out his burnt almond complexion. He was slender and very pretty, a real pretty boy from a wealthy family. He embraced Sean and then Shane and when he saw Vincent he paled. Momma V explained that Vincent and Victor were twins and Tremayne sighed in relief. He showed them to the room where Victor was laid out and then he excused himself to leave the grieving family alone. Momma V looked around the room and smiled. The room was filled with pictures of Victor all smiles and laughter. Pictures of Victor with Shane, pictures of Victor chillin at the beach, hanging with his friends. Momma V smiled as tears twinkled in her eyes. Vincent hugged his mother.

"Oh...mon dieu...my baby. Oh he is so handsome."

"Yes, Momma V." Shane added. "This was what he wanted. He wanted a room with pictures of him. He wanted everyone to smile and be happy. He didn't want anyone to cry over him."

"Oui! That's my baby." Momma V said. She looked at the casket, which was a beautiful bronze and brass with a crème interior. She walked towards it but Vincent stopped her. Momma V looked back at him. "I can do this Vincent."

Vincent let her go and she walked over to the casket and looked in. She didn't cry out, she didn't wail nor did she moan. She leaned over and kissed his cheek and then she turned and looked at Shane, who was crying again.

"No, no, no my cheri!" Momma V said waving Shane over. "Victor didn't want tears. Come to Momma V."

Shane went to her and let her wrap her arms around him. "Momma V...I miss him...I miss him so much."

"SSSSH...you hush now. Victor loved you and he wanted you to be happy."

"I know but..."

"No but, you have to do this, cher. Come with me and look at him."

Shane stepped back. "OH Momma V...I can't...I can't..."

"No Shane! You can and you must. He is your man and you must see him. You must say what you must say. You must do this before you can move on."

Shane knew she was right but he was afraid that he would not be as strong as Momma V. That he may fall out or something. He took a deep breath as Momma V held his hand and they walked forward. As he looked into the casket he was surprised at how peaceful Victor looked. He looked like he was sleeping. Victor looked at Momma V, who was lost in her own thoughts and memories. He looked down at Victor. He was wearing a white suit and Shane could actually hear Victor complaining about it. `Dayum! A white suit!.'

"Damn! A white suit."

Shane turned around to see Victor standing behind him looking over his shoulder. He gasped and Victor smiled. Shane began to smile and then realized that it was Vincent and not Victor.

"Momma's baby looks good." Momma V said as she leaned over and kissed her son as he lay in the casket. She gently wiped the smudge that her lipstick made on his cheek and then gently wiped away a single tear that rolled down her cheek. She stood up, determined that she was going to be strong. She faced Shane, Sean and her family and spread open her arms and they all, including Sean and Shane went to her and held her. Shane looked over her shoulder and could see Victor laying there and though he knew Victor's body was gone, he felt his spirit and his soul. Victor would always live on in the memories of his family and in Shane, he only wished that he could have told Victor, one more time, that he loved him.

The black SUV had been parked on the side of the road next to the funeral home. He had watched Victor's family and friends walk inside and he decided that it was probably for the best that he not go right in. As he sat in the driver's seat he waited and remembered and missed Victor. He opened the glove box and pulled out a bottle of Hennessey, which he and Victor had always drank. He rolled down the window and poured some out onto the ground.

"This one is for you, baby brotha." Errol said as he took a big gulp for himself. He saw the family come out and he watched as they all got into the awaiting car and drove off. He then got out of the SUV and went inside. He was met by a young brother, who asked if he was a member of the family or a friend. Errol told him that he was a close friend and the brother led him to where Victor's casket was. Errol walked over to it and looked inside. There was Victor, his brother, his friend, his partner. He felt tears burn his eyes and anger flame in his heart. The bastard that did this was going to pay and he was going to see to it, personally. Errol was about to leave when he heard voices talking and then a few seconds later the brother that had showed him in walked in followed by another brother. Errol glanced back and recognized the other brother. He was a cop, the partner of the motherfucker that had killed Victor. They had never met face to face but Errol had seen him with Det. Montgomery. He couldn't help but wonder what he was doing here? Maybe to gloat over what his partner had done? The sonofabitch! The brother nodded at Errol and then stood next to the casket and looked inside.

"Are you a member of the family?" He'd asked Errol.

Errol just nodded. No need to let him think any different for now.

"I'm sorry for your family's loss."

"Who are you, man?" Errol asked.

"I'm...I'm Detective Julien Linton."

Errol frowned. "You the on that killed him?" He knew he wasn't.

"No."

"So why are you here?" Errol asked.

Detective shrugged his shoulders. "I really don't know. I guess...I don't know."

Errol watched as he turned and left. Curious, Errol followed him. As they stepped outside Errol stopped him.

"Excuse me but can I ask you something?" Errol asked.

Det. Linton stopped. "Sure."

"The cop that did this, you know him?"

Linton nodded his head.

"I see. You think he was right killin' Victor?"

"He had a gun. An officer was shot..."

Errol shook his head. "I didn't ask you that. I asked you if you thought he was right killin' Victor."

"I can't answer that." Linton replied.

Errol smiled. "Don't worry man, you already did."

Detective Linton stared at him and then got into his car and left. Errol patted his shoulder holster where his gun was secured. Detective Montgomery was going to pay. "This one's for you, homie!" Errol said with a grim smile.

"You have a very nice house, Mohammed." Sonny said as he and Mohammed returned to the living room. When Sonny had arrived at Mohammed's house they talked for what seemed like hours and then afterwards he made them dinner and talked some more. Mohammed was nervous about having Sonny in the house especially now that things between himself and Brett had finally ended. There was nothing stopping him and Sonny from pursuing something together and though he wanted that, he was also a nervous about it. He was wild about Sonny and there was nothing he didn't want to do more than to be with him but he didn't want to rush into anything.

Damnit Mohammed!' he thought to himself. Stop thinking about this. Trust yourself and your heart for a change.'

"Thanks Sonny." Mohammed said. He took a seat on the sofa and he was joined by Sonny and that made Mohammed nervous.

Sonny smiled and looked into Mohammed's eyes. "You're nervous, aren't you?"

Mohammed smiled. "Yes, I am. I'm sorry...I guess..."

Sonny took Mohammed's hand in his. "SSSSH! It's okay. I understand."

"Sonny, it's just that I have been wanting this to happen and now that there is nothing in the way I'm..."

Sonny pulled Mohammed into a deep and passionate kiss. It surprised Mohammed and he fought it for just a second but then gave in to the power of the kiss and the passion of it. When the kiss ended they were both breathless.

"Mohammed, I told you that I could wait and I can." Sonny said.

Mohammed smiled, his face was hot and flushed and he had an erection that would not quit. He pulled Sonny close to him and they kissed again and this time Mohammed gave into the hunger and desire that he was feeling and wanted to share and feel with Sonny. His hands worked to free Sonny of his clothing and before long they were both bare-chested, panting and excited.

"I want us to go upstairs and make love all night long." Mohammed said his breath and voice heavy with desire.

"I can live with that." Sonny said.

When they reached Mohammed's bedroom, Mohammed put on his `Slow Groove' CD and they danced together bare chest to bare chest, kissing and stroking and holding each other until the passion between them had grown so hot that they had to do something about it. They removed the remainder of their clothes and then they laid upon the bed, kissing and stroking and touching. As Sonny lay under him, Mohammed examined his beautiful body, touching, teasing and tasting him. Sonny moaned lightly as he enjoyed the touch of the man he had been desiring for a long time. Mohammed kissed one of Sonny's nipples and was rewarded by a deep sigh and masculine moan. Mohammed kissed another nipple and sucked on it a bit longer than the last. Sonny squirmed and his dick twitched to life and leaked.

"OOOH." Sonny said as he placed his hands on the top of Mohammed's head as he sucked his nipples with his lips and teased them with his tongue. He was loving the feel and the feeling.

Mohammed continued to tease and tantilize Sonny's body. He knew that with each touch of his fingers to Sonny's burning flesh made them both shiver. Mohammed wanted Sonny so much and he knew Sonny felt the same. He gently caressed Sonny's body and then let it grow with more fervor. He pressed his body on top of Sonny's and let their throbbing dicks touch and grind against each other. It was wild and electric and Mohammed didn't know if he could or would be able to last much longer. They bumped and grinded to the beat of the slow grooves of R. Kelly's "Bump-n-Grind" and by the time the CD track had gotten to LL Cool J's "Hey Lover" they were into the full action of making love. Sonny gasped and whimpered and moaned as he thrust his hips to meet Mohammed's own thrusting passion. Sonny moaned as a tremendous rush of lust coursed through his body. His ass throbbed more by the second.

Mohammed pushed Sonny's legs up further apart and Sonny screamed in pleasure never felt that startled and thrilled Mohammed.

Sonny closed his eyes, his ass now throbbing with desire. He reached and pulled even more of Mohammed's dick inside of himself. He wanted to feel all of Mohammed banging against him.

Mohammed's hands grew rougher on Sonny's nipples, his dick repeatedly pounding, touching and hitting that spot that was driving him wild and crazy. Sonny wrapped his legs around Mohammed's body and urged him to go deeper and harder and not to stop. He wasn't going to stop. Not now, he didn't want to. He kissed Sonny hard on the mouth, his tongue invading and conquering and Sonny was ready and willing and put up no resistance.

With each thrust, Sonny was being brought closer to the point of no return and he wanted to go there but he wanted to take Mohammed with him. They rolled and rollicked, bucked and fucked, their bodies on fire and ready to explode.

Mohammed heard the grunting sound and was surprised that it was coming from him. Soon Sonny was with him making the same sound. They were covered in sweat and they're bodies were on fire and ready to release the pent up passion and together they made a loud moan followed by a mind numbing, body thrilling orgasm that rocked their bodies and left them twitching and spent when it was over.

They laid there in each others arms kissing, caressing and cuddling each other in the darkness of the bedroom. They were both smiling and felt great.

"That was something." Mohammed said smiling.

"I know but the next time it will be better. This time was all that pent up sexual tension that had to come out. Next time it's going to be much, much better." Sonny said as he kissed Mohammed deeply.

Mohammed moaned and sighed as he reached around and stroked Sonny's growing dick. "And when is next time?"

Sonny smiled and moaned. He loved the way Mohammed touched his body. He loved the way Mohammed made love to his body. He reached over and tickled Mohammed's balls and dick. "How about right now?"

Mohammed smiled and kissed Sonny as they began to make love one more time and this time it wasn't as rushed but the passion was just as thrilling and exciting as the first time.

I hate funerals, especially when it's the funeral of someone I knew. I was home pulling out the suit I was going to be wearing at Victor's funeral the next day when I actually wanted to be with Jermaine making love and having him hold me tight. But he felt that it would be best that I went home and got myself ready. Jermaine had agreed to come to the funeral with me, even though he didn't know Victor that well but he was going to be there for me and I loved him for that. When I came home I went to check up on Andre and to see what time he wanted to jet out to the funeral but he wasn't home, I guess he was out with one of his many women. I called and talked with Sean and Shane. Shane had already gone to bed but Sean and I talked. He told me about Victor's family especially his mother, who he called Momma V, and Victor's twin brother, Vincent.

"I didn't know he had a twin brother." I had said.

"Neither did we and let me tell you he is the image of Victor. It's freaky as shit." Sean had said.

"How is Shane?" I asked.

"He's hanging in there. I think meeting Victor's family has helped him and he will need them tomorrow at the funeral."

"How are you?" I asked.

"I'm doing okay."

"You still going to the group?" I asked.

"Yeah...I haven't gone since all this happened but I will be going back."

"Good, I worry about you." I said.

"I know you do. But I'm gonna be okay."

I smiled. "I know."

"How are you and Jermaine doing?" Sean asked.

"We are doing great. I love him."

"I'm glad. You deserve it." Sean replied.

"WE ALL deserve it." I answered him.

"Amen to that. Amen to that." Sean said.