Brothers Like Us

BROTHERS LIKE US By Lawrence Michael Martell

Chapter 24

The day Jamal was released from the hospital; Mohammed had the entire house cleaned and ready for him. He had made Jamal's room as comfortable as possible. He went out and bought a new VCR and DVD player for his room as well as a new 27in color TV. He also bought him a sound system for his room. Nothing was too good for his son. The doctors had cautioned Mohammed that Jamal's recovery was still in progress but they felt that he was well enough to be at home. They did insist that he hire a nurse for Jamal for a short while.

Mohammed wanted Jamal's return home to be special. He called up Eric and asked him if he would decorate the house for Jamal's welcome home party. Eric was happy to do that. Mohammed then called Sonny, who was flying back from a match in Chicago. Then he talked to Teena.

"Mohammed," Teena said, "maybe I shouldn't be there."

"What are you saying?" Mohammed had asked.

"Mohammed..."

"No Teena," Mohammed interrupted. "Jamal is your son and you should be with me when we bring him home." Mohammed pulled her into his arms. "After all we brought him home the first time together and I don't want to change that."

Teena smiled and rested her head against his big chest.

"Mohammed Moyenda, you are a special man." Teena kissed his cheek.

Mohammed smiled. He let Teena go as she wiped at her eyes. "I'm going to be seeing a therapist."

Mohammed smiled. "Really?"

Teena chuckled. "Why do you sound so surprised. I told you I was going to get my life right."

"I know and I'm happy for you, really." Mohammed said. And he was. He and Teena had had a tense relationship these last few years especially when it came to the men in her life. He was happy that she wanted to get her life right. All this with Jamal seemed to have opened her eyes to that fact as well.

Teena and Mohammed arrived at a hospital in a limousine that he had rented. He knew it was a bit much but he couldn't help it. Jamal was brought out in a wheelchair and loaded into the limo. When the Moyendas arrived home everything was ready and everyone was there; Eric, Jermaine, Shane, Sean, Andre, Sonny, and Jamal's other brothers and sisters and friends. Everyone was glad to see Jamal and Jamal was glad to see everyone but an hour and a half later he was tired and needed to rest. Teena left with Jamal's friends and other siblings leaving Sonny and the rest of Mohammed's friends there. It was about five minutes after Teena left that there was a knock on the door and when Sonny answered it the last person he expected to see was Brett. Brett stood there holding a big black teddy bear; Sonny couldn't help but glower at this man.

"Can I help you?" Sonny demanded.

Brett cleared his throat nervously. He knew he was not welcomed here and suddenly he wished he were somewhere else. He wanted to melt right into the ground.

"I...I came to give this to...Jamal." Brett said holding up the teddy bear.

Sonny looked at the bear and then at Brett. "You know what, it's not my place to slam this door in your face."

"I appreciate that." Brett answered.

"It's also not my place to let you in either. Wait right here."

Brett waited nervously as Sonny went back inside. His first thought was just to run away. Just to leave the damn bear and run off but before he could the door opened again and Mohammed was standing there. Brett couldn't believe how handsome Mohammed was, he couldn't believe that he'd forgotten how handsome Mohammed was, how such a wonderful father and lover he was.

"Hello Brett," Mohammed said with a faint smile. He looked at Brett and the bear. "Ummm...new date?"

Brett couldn't help but smile. "Yeah...you know me, I always liked bears."

Mohammed smiled. "So Sonny said you had something for Jamal."

Brett held up the bear. "Okay, I know he's a bit old for stuffed teddy bears."

Mohammed accepted the bear. "He'll like it."

Brett smiled. "He won't if you tell him it's from me."

There was a long awkward pause between them. Mohammed held onto the toy bear. Brett turned to leave but he stopped and turned back to face Mohammed.

"I...I hope that you and..." Brett went silent.

"Brett..."

"Mohammed...I fucked up everything. You deserve to be happy and I'm sorry for the pain that I caused you and Jamal."

"Brett why don't you come inside and we can talk..."

"No," Brett said, "No I can't, I won't. Mohammed...goodbye." Brett turned and left heading straight for his car. He ignored Mohammed calling out his name. He got in his car, started the engine and was gone.

Mohammed watched as Brett roared off. Sonny joined him, putting a hand on his shoulders.

"Everything okay?" Sonny asked.

Mohammed turned to face Sonny and he smiled. It was a smile that grew from his heart. Here he was with Sonny, the new man in his life, his son was home and resting and getting better, his friends were inside his home. He was blessed to have all this love in his home surrounding him. He turned and faced Sonny squarely and pulled him gently into a deep passionate kiss. When it ended Sonny was breathless and smiling.

"I guess everything is okay." Sonny replied smiling.

"Yeah, let's go inside." Mohammed said, taking Sonny's hand and going back inside and closing the door. From a distance Brett watched. He saw Mohammed kiss Sonny and when the door closed he wiped away the tears from his eyes. Yeah, he fucked up the best thing in his life and now it was time to move on and that was what he was going to do, exactly what he was going to do. He looked at the plane ticket and nodded. He was doing the right thing...finally.

Sean had noticed that Shane had been acting strangely recently. Okay there had been a lot going on with Victor's death and funeral and he had been working hard at getting himself back on track as well. He felt like he had been ignoring Shane. There was a time when they knew what the other was thinking. Had things changed that much that short of time? Perhaps they had but he was going to change that.

Shane had been preoccupied with what to do with all that money Errol gave him. First thing he had to do was put it some place safe until he could figure out what to do. He wanted to tell Sean but he wasn't sure how he could bring it up much less explain how and where he got it from. Sean would not be pleased if he knew where the money came from. Then again maybe not.

"Sup Shane," Sean said walking up to his twin brother. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," Shane said. "Whatsup?"

"Nothing much, it just seems that we haven't talked much." Sean began.

Shane nodded his head. "Yeah, I guess we have been doin our own thing even though we are in the same house. How are things going with the group?"

Sean sighed. "Things are going good. I'm getting through this but it's going to take time. Matthew says that it won't end over night and that it's something I will live with for the rest of my life but I can't stop living my life."

"He's right about that." Shane replied.

"What about you? How are things with you?" Sean asked.

Shane sighed. "Things are going good. There are times that I can't believe he is gone and then there are times that it hurts so much..." Shane stopped as his voice cracked. Sean wrapped his arms around Shane and hugged him.

"You know I'm here for you." Sean said.

"I know and I'm here for you." Shane replied.

They hugged tight. When they let go Shane was determined to tell Sean about the money. "Sean...I have something to tell you."

"Sure, what's going on?"

Shane took a deep breath. "This is gonna be hard to believe."

"What?"

"I had a visitor...and he left something for me from Victor." Shane said.

Sean's eyebrow raised. "A visitor? Who was it? What did they leave?"

"It was Errol."

"What did he leave you?" Sean asked.

Shane took another deep breath before answering. "He left me seventy five thousand dollars."

"NIGGA SAY WHAT!?" Sean exploded causing everyone else to turn around in their direction.

"Damn Sean you gotta be all loud, I don't want everyone to know right now." Shane said as he pulled his twin brother further away from everyone else.

"Where in the hell did Errol get that amount of money from to give to you?" Sean asked.

"He said it was money that Victor had and that it was what he wanted me to have." Shane explained.

Sean's eyes grew wide with disbelief. "Drug money? Is that where the money came from?"

"I don't know? Why is it that it's got to be drug money. You know he was working with a singing group." Shane explained.

"You don't believe that shit, Shane. So you gonna give the money back?"

"Hell no!"

Sean snapped. "No? You better."

"Even if I wanted to, which I don't, I don't know how to get in touch with Errol."

"Shane I can't believe this." Sean began pacing. "You are telling me that you have seventy five thousand dollars in a bank somewhere that was left to you by someone who is known to have been a drug dealer and you are not going to give it back."

"No I'm not giving it back and no it is not in a bank." Shane answered.

Sean looked at Shane in confusion. "You said...well where is it?"

"Right now it's in my room in my closet."

Sean exploded again. "NIGGA SAY WHAT?!"

Mohammed walked over to where the twins were talking. "What is going on over here?"

"Nothing Mo-Mo," Sean said, "Shane and I were just talking."

"Aight, well I ain't gonna be hearing to many more 'niggas' up in my house."

"Sorry Mo-Mo." Shane said.

"Yeah Mo-Mo...we apologize." Sean added.

"Hey Mo-Mo!" Eric called from across the room, "Tell those twins to come on here so we can get this card playing started."

"Alright. You guys gonna join us?" Mohammed asked.

Sean nodded. "We'll be there in a minute."

Mohammed nodded and walked back to where the others were getting the card table set up. Sean turned back to Shane.

"Shane," Sean began, "The first thing we have to do is get that money out of the house."

"You act like it's a disease or something." Shane replied.

"First off, it's probably drug money and second, why would you leave that much money in the house...God Shane there are times when you are just totally dumb!"

"So what was I supposed to do? Walk into the bank and say I have 75 thousand dollars I'd like to deposit in my checking account?" Shane snapped back.

"The fact that you felt that you couldn't do that should be sign enough for you that the money is dirty."

"God! Here we go. Victor is dead and buried and you still have this thing about what he did in the past and not giving him the benefit of the doubt." Shane accused.

"And there you go again, living in a fantasy world when the real world is all up in your face." Sean shot back.

"And what is the real world?" Shane challenged.

Sean was hot. "The real world is that Victor was a drug dealer and he obviously didn't change."

Shane's eyes burned with tears and anger. "You have always been jealous of me and Victor."

"What? You are crazy? Why would I be jealous of a drug dealer?" Sean answered back.

"Because you don't have anyone in your life. All you did was sit by that damn computer tricking online with those AOL tricks looking to get your AOL kicks. Maybe if you had a man you wouldn't have gotten your ass raped."

The punch came out of no where and landed right on Shane's jaw sending him crashing to the floor. Shane shook his head and cleared the cobwebs just as Sean lunged at him. He rolled to his left and was up on his feet. Sean missed him and when he did Shane kicked him in the side and Sean smashed through one on Mohammed's end tables. Shane jumped on top of Sean and they both began swinging and throwing blows. Mohammed, Sonny, Eric, Andre and Jermaine came running in and tried separating the two twins but Sean and Shane were in a tight clinch. When they were finally pulled apart they both broke free and were at it again. They finally got the twins pulled apart again and this time Mohammed stood between the two of them.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON HERE?" Mohammed demanded.

Shane, who was being held by Andre, and Jermaine, was bleeding from the side of his mouth and his jaw was bruised. "He started it."

"BULLSHIT!" Sean roared, as he was held by Sonny and Eric, though Sonny was doing more of the holding. "He started it."

"I don't care who started what!" Mohammed rumbled. "What the hell is going on around here?"

Shane pointed his finger at Sean. "He started it by talking about Victor."

"All I did was tell the truth. Victor was a fucking drug dealer and everyone in this room knows that...except you!"

"You bitch!" Shane snapped back. "You jealous bitch!"

"Stop it! Stop it!" Mohammed snapped. "Now I don't know what's going on here but the last thing I need nor want is a bunch of turmoil up in here."

Sean and Shane calmed down a bit and Mohammed continued. "Now if you two can't act like you got some sense then you will have to get up out of here."

"Why are two fighting anyway?" Eric asked.

Shane began. "He keeps giving me grief about Victor."

Sean shook his head. "Tell them what you said to me. That if I had a man in my life I wouldn't have been raped."

All eyes were on Shane now. Eric asked the question. "Why did you say that?"

Shane raised his chin in defiance. "Cause it's true." Shane replied. When he noticed the looks of his friends he knew he didn't mean what he said and wished he hadn't said a thing about the money or anything else but it was too late now to take it back.

"I can't believe you said that." Eric replied in utter disbelief.

Shane glared at Eric. "Well I did. I'm saying what everyone in this room is thinking and not saying."

"That's enough, Shane." Mohammed warned.

"No it's not Mo-Mo. We have all had conversations about how hot in the ass Sean was and that one day he'd get in trouble. We all thought maybe it would be AIDS not getting raped." Shane went on.

"I said that's enough. Stop it." Mohammed repeated.

"Let him finish." Sean said as tears burned at his eyes.

Shane went on. "If you had not been out there tricking around like a 'ho' then none of this would have happened."

Sean shook his head with a sad smile on his face. "You finished now?"

Shane nodded his head. Sean looked around at everyone and by the looks on some of their faces the things Shane had said were true. They did discuss his life and what he was doing and disagreed with it. Who the fuck were they to judge him?

"So?" Sean began, "You all thought that I got what I had coming?"

No one replied at first. Mohammed stepped towards Sean.

"You know better than that." He said.

Sean looked up at Mohammed. If there was anyone that he knew wouldn't have said anything much less think anything like Shane had said, it was Mohammed.

"I don't. I mean my own brother was thinking it, why not everyone else." Sean said. He turned and headed to the door.

"Sean come back," Eric called out. "Where you going?"

Sean turned back around. "I'm going to go home and pack my brothers things."

Shane's eyes grew large. "What you talking about?"

"Ofcourse you are leaving," Sean said. "After all, I'm not the one with seventy five Gs of drug money hidden in my closet." And with that Sean turned and was gone as everyone looked at Shane disapprovingly and accusingly.

Brett needed a drink. He needed to be out and about and around people and where better to get a drink and be around people than Da City. When he walked in he went straight to the bar. He ordered a Stoli vodka and orange juice. He sipped it...no drained it down and then ordered another and then a third. His plane to New York City didn't leave until the next day and he was going to have a ball before he was off. When his agent had called about a modeling gig in New York City he jumped at it and who even knew if he was even going to come back. He had way too many bad memories around this city to want to come back anyway.

During the course of his stay at 'Da City' he was cruised by several men...some were hot and sexy like the Island brotha with the mini-dreads and obviously packing a big package. His name was Arthel and he bought him a drink. They danced a couple of hot and sexy dances where Brett grinded up against him and felt what the Island boy was packing. Then there was the thug brotha, named Darryl...tall and lean with muscles in the right places and that serious sexy thug look. Baggy jeans sagging off his ample ass and wearing no underwear, a white wife beater that showed off a thick muscled chest. He had tattoos, two fists full of rings and a big gold necklace with an eagle at the end of it. Darryl walked up like he knew Brett and owned him. They chatted briefly before they were on the dance floor moving to an ol' school R. Kelly joint...'Bump N Grind' and Brett was down for a bump and grind with Darryl.

"So can I like taste whatcha got?" Darryl demanded more than asked.

Brett fixed him with a sexy smile. "Oh yeah." One for the road.

They were about to walk out when 'he' walked in. Brett stopped in his tracks when he saw him. He had a few words for him and he was going to say them.

"Darryl could you wait just a second?" Brett was already gone before Darryl could reply.

Dalziel didn't notice Brett when he walked in and he headed for the bar. He was about to drink his bottle of beer when a hand grabbed it and pulled it out of his hand. Dalziel turned around and he smiled when he recognized Brett.

"Well, it's the sexy freak model." Dalziel said with a laugh.

Brett pursed his lips and looked at Dalziel threw slitted eyes. "Well, it's sleazy photographer."

Dalziel chuckled and reached for the beer but Brett pulled it out of his reach.

"Seems to be that you were enjoying my sleaziness and wanted more of it." Dalziel answered back. He let his hand grip his dick which was growing hard. Try as he might Brett could not help looking at it and he remembered the feel of that big dick in his ass and his ass remembered it all too well indeed. Dalziel stood up and stepped close to Brett until he could smell Dalziel's cologne.

"I bet you want some of my sleaziness now." Dalziel said.

Dalziel was right, Brett did want to experience him again but he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

"Actually, I have a date." Brett said proudly. He waved for Darryl, who came over.

Darryl joined Brett while giving Dalziel a hard look over. "Whatsappenin'?" Darryl said.

"Dalziel this is Darryl," Brett said. "And tonight Darryl is gonna have a taste of me."

Dalziel looked Darryl up and down and smiled. "Aight...he's a sexy mothafucka."

Darryl smiled, flashing a gold tooth smile. "Thanks."

Brett smiled. "Yes, he is."

"Yeah and he likes to have his ass licked." Dalziel volunteered.

Brett couldn't believe his ears. "What?"

"Oh yeah," Dalziel said. "I've tasted that ass before and would love to taste it again." And with that Dalziel reached out and pulled Darryl close to him and wiggled his finger into the crack of Darryl's ass. Brett watched in amazed disbelief as Darryl, with his eyes half shut, moaned. Brett watched as Dalziel pulled Darryl closer so that he was standing between his legs. He turned him around so that he was facing Brett, giving Dalziel better access to his hot ass. He began fingering Darryl's ass through his baggy jeans. Brett could see Darryl's dick spring to life and his nipples grow erect and hard.

"Go ahead Brett." Dalziel said. "Touch him. Touch him anywhere."

To Brett's surprise he stepped closer and tweaked Darryl's erect nipples and was rewarded by a low groan. Dalziel was smiling. "Yeeeah...he likes that."

Brett could feel his dick getting hard. He played with Darryl's nipples while he looked into Dalziel's eyes. Those sexy eyes.

"So Brett have you ever been a top?"

Brett shook his head no. He couldn't speak. The blood was rushing through his brain and with the alcohol and his horny condition he didn't want to speak.

"It's fun...Darryl here is a thug aight...a thug bottom."

Brett looked at Darryl and realized that what Dalziel was saying was true.

"Would you like to try topping this tight ass." Dalziel said as he spun Darryl around allowing him to see his ass. Brett stared at it and to his own amazement his dick grew harder.

"Yeah," Dalziel sighed. "You wanna top that ass. So let's go back to my place so you can ride this."

Brett agreed and the three of them were out as the music thumped and the playas bumped in Da City.

I have seen some shit and experienced some drama but the shit that happened at Mo-Mo's took the cake. One minute everyone was chillin and the next all kinds of shit was being said and coming out. As longs as I have known the twins I have never seen them fight until now and then when Sean let it be known that Shane had seventy five thousand dollars in the house, a gift from Victor after his death, everyone wanted to know if he was crazy.

Mo-Mo: Shane have you lost your fucking mind? 75 thousand dollars of drug money in your house? That is the stupidest thing you have ever done.

Sonny: WOW! That's a lot of cheddar to have laying around. You need to get it out of there and soon.

Dre: DAYUM YO! That's crazy mad, man.

Jermaine: It's pretty dangerous and irresponsible to have that money in the house like that, Shane.

It didn't take Shane long to jet out. I tried to call Sean on his cellphone but got the voicemail. I left a message and hoped he would call me back. Jermaine and I said our goodbyes to everyone. I checked in with Dre to see what he was up to. He said he had something to do and would probably be home in the morning, if Jermaine and I wanted to stay at the crib. I had to smile, that must mean that Dre was going off to do his own thing with his mystery brotha.

"That was certainly something at Mohammed's." Jermaine said as he drove.

I nodded. "Yeah, I still can't believe it."

"Me either. 75 thousand dollars and kept in the house...wow."

I looked at Jermaine. He looked so handsome. "What would you do with 75 thousand dollars?"

Jermaine looked at me briefly then back to the road. He seemed to be thinking and then he said. "I'd invest a lot of it, pay off some bills and then spend the rest on you and my son."

I smiled.

"What would you do with it?" He asked.

I smiled. "I'd lay it all out on a bed and make love with you on it."

Jermaine chuckled. "Can I change my answer? I like your idea better."

"You can't change your answer but you can take me to my place and we can make love."

"What about the money?"

"I have a monopoly money."

Jermaine smiled. "Hmmmm...let's do this."

Mohammed stood in the doorway of Jamal's room and watched him sleep. He use to do that when he was a baby and now he was still doing it. Jamal looked so peaceful and so fragile. He was glad to have him home. He was glad that he was safe. God and Allah be praised for this blessing. He felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist, the arms of Sonny. He felt Sonny press his naked chest against his bareback and kissed the back of Mohammed's neck. They stood there and Mohammed smiled. This was love. Love for his son and love for Sonny. Mohammed turned to face Sonny and kissed him.

"Did I tell you that I love you." Mohammed said.

Sonny smiled. "Not in the last five minutes."

"I love you." Mohammed said.

Sonny kissed him. "I love you too." He looked at the sleeping Jamal and saw the teddy bear that Brett had brought over at the foot of the bed. "It was nice of Brett to bring that bear."

Mohammed nodded. "Yeah."

Sonny held Mohammed's hand. "Mohammed, it's okay for you to care about Brett."

Mohammed closed his eyes. He did care. Not like before when they were in love. He had to believe that Brett did love him once upon a time. He wished only good things for Brett. When Mohammed opened his eyes he was looking at Sonny. Sexy Sonny bare-chested and beautiful. Full of love and caring. Sonny, the man that he cared more about, the man that he loved. Mohammed smiled and with Sonny's hand in his they walked back to their bedroom.

By the time Shane got home, Sean was in his room. He had no idea if he was asleep or not. He also noticed that a lot of his stuff had been packed for him. This was ridiculous. They were brothers, twins, and they were letting money get between them. Yes, they said some hurtful things to each other, about each other but this was too much. He didn't mean to hurt Sean, he knew how the rape had effected him, it effected him as well. He did blame Sean at first when it happened but it wasn't about sex, it was about violence and someone trying to control another, taking...stealing from another person. Sean saw the worst in Victor but there was a lot of good. The fact that Victor killed Silk Mitchell for what he did proved that. No, he was not going to go not without talking to Sean. Not without telling him the truth.

Sean had heard the front door open and knew Shane was home. He was sitting on his bed his heart heavy and sad. When he got home and began packing some of Shane's stuff the phone had rung and to his surprise it was Matthew.

"Is everything okay, Sean?" Matthew had asked.

"Yeah, everything is fine, why do you ask?" Sean asked.

"Nothing...it's just that for some reason...I don't know, I thought maybe something was going on with you. My bad, sorry I disturbed you."

"You didn't, I was just packing my brothers stuff."

"Why?" Matthew asked and despite himself, Sean told him everything and when he was done Matthew was silent before he spoke.

"Sean, rape is not just hard on the victim but it's hard on the family and friends who are close to the victim. They feel just as helpless, just as violated and just like the victim there is nothing they can do about it or could do about it. You two are twins so I'm not surprised at his reaction and the things he said. I know they hurt, they hurt you bad but considering what you both have been through some forgiveness and healing needs to take place. Because here is the truth. If neither one of you had the other during these times, I don't think either of you would be here today."

Sean was sitting on his bed thinking about Matthew's words when he heard the knock at his door. He didn't answer it, he couldn't but he knew who it was.

"Sean, we have to talk." Shane said.

Sean looked at the door. He rose off the bed and opened it. Shane was looking at him looking troubled, hurt, scared, and remorseful. Sean stepped aside and let Shane come into his room.

Sean closed the door and Shane turned to face him. They stood there for a long time and then suddenly they both said.

"I'm sorry." They fell into each other's arms and began crying and hugging and holding each other. They didn't let go and they cried for hours. When the crying was done they talked. Sean told Shane how he felt after the rape and what he was going through and feeling. Shane told Sean how he felt after Victor's death and what he was going through and feeling. Shane then told Sean what Errol had told him. Sean was silent for a moment. He rose to his feet and looked out his bedroom window. He turned back to look at Shane.

"Victor did that for me?" Sean asked in disbelief.

Shane rose to his feet and stood in front of his brother. "He did it for us."

Tears rolled down Sean's face as he and Shane embraced again.

"I love you, Shane." Sean said.

"I love you, Sean." Shane replied.

Julien was sitting in front of his computer screen at home, his notes on what had happened to his partner. He knew it all and it was all one big and very convenient coincidence that Montgomery exploited to his advantage. Had Sean Jackson not have been raped then Silk Mitchell would still be alive but would Victor? Would Errol? Would Montgomery? The bottom line was that a cop, yes, a bad cop had been killed and he knew who the killer was and the reasons why. So what do you do? Do you go out and arrest the parties involved? They deserved it but surely the connection between the Mitchell murder and the Jackson rape would be drawn and it would involve both Shane and Sean Jackson and hadn't they suffered enough? If Bund turned himself in and he was able to lead him to Errol, the man who killed Montgomery maybe something could be worked out to protect Sean and Shane Jackson but so far Bund had not come in and Julien was considering having him picked up but did he really want to bring in Errol, a man who for all intents and purposes dealt out justice to two men who deserved. But it wasn't his place to meet out that justice and it wasn't Julien's place to decided on who should and should not be brought in to face their crimes. He had a job to do and it had to be done. Julien picked up the phone and called the on duty desk sergeant. He told him to have uniforms pick up one Tony Cornell Bundy AKA Bund. He instructed the desk sergeant that once Bundy was located and brought in that he wanted to be called immediately. Three hours later he got the call that when the uniformed officers arrived at the address they had on Bundy that he was gone and according to neighbors he had moved out days earlier. Julien listened and rubbed his aching head. Sending anyone out to find Errol, which was the only name he had on the suspect, would be fruitless as well. With Bund gone he had no real way to find Errol and without Errol...Julien sighed heavily as he picked up the phone and dialed the number of Lt. Dennis, who had been sleeping up until his phone rang. He told him what he had and the information he was able to gather.

"Well," Lt. Dennis said pulling himself up in his bed. "Seems like we are at an impasse. Unless this Bund character or this Errol character shows up there isn't much we can do."

"Sorry Lieut." Julien said.

"Don't worry about it. I'll call the Captain, at a distant hour, and let her know. This will go to cold cases."

"Yes sir." Julien said.

"Okay, well sergeant, get some rest."

"Yes sir." Julien said hanging up the phone. He shut off his computer and put away his notes. Here he had the answer to two murders and without Bund and Errol there wasn't much more he could do...actually there was a lot he could do, if he wanted to the fact was that Montgomery and Mitchell got what they deserved and perhaps the was the real justice and the only justice that mattered here. Julien got up from his desk, he put in his 'Smooth Groove' CD in and then went and poured himself a glass of wine. He was going to chill out and rest.

The knocking on his door aroused Julien. He rubbed his eyes as he got to his feet. He must have drifted off. He went to the door and opened it. A smile spread across his face as he saw Andre standing there.

"Whatsup?" Andre said.

"Hello." Julien said still wiping his eyes.

"Did I disturb you?"

"No..oh no, come in." Julien said stepping aside. Andre walked in and Julien closed the door behind him. He watched as Andre took a seat on the couch. Julien was glad Andre was there. Andre looked at Julien, who was still standing by the door.

"You gonna stand over there all night or what?" Andre asked. Julien walked over and joined Andre on the couch.

"How was the party?" Julien asked.

Andre rolled his eyes. "Man, it was good until the drama began."

"Drama?" Julien asked. "What drama?"

"Just family drama. Shane and Sean got into it and said some things but you know what, I didn't come here to talk about the party."

Julien couldn't help smiling. "Really? So what did you come over here for?"

Andre leaned over and kissed Julien, their tongues teasing and dancing. Andre's breathing was racing, his pulse pounding and his dick raging and hard. Julien seemed to have sensed that and reached over and began to unzip and undo Andre's pants. Andre feverishly removed his shirt.

"Ahhhh Shit..." Andre moaned. "Damn Julien touch my shit before I die."

Julien smiled as he gripped Andre's thick nine inch dick and with the tip of his tongue he licked it. Andre arched his back and groaned. Julien repeated it again and again and each time Andre responded. Julien then took it into his mouth and Andre tensed up.

"AHHHHHHH FUCK!...Suck that dick...suck that dick!" Andre groaned and moaned, his body quivering. "Let's get naked and get in the bed before I cum right here."

"No," Julien said. "we can't have that."

They got up from the couch. Julien went to turn the music off but Andre wanted him to leave it on. They went into the bedroom and removed the remainder of their clothes. Andre crawled across the bed and laid on his back, his massive nine inch smooth, chocolate, cut dick hard and ready for action.

"Go for it, detective." Andre said. Julien crawled between Andre's legs and began sucking his dick again as the music from the living room drifted into the room and mixed with the sounds of Andre's moans and the sounds of Julien sucking his dick.

"Oh damn...shit...baby you gonna make me cum...ahhhh fuck yeah...yeah..."

Julien tickled Andre's balls with his finger tips while he let his dick slide in and out of his mouth.

"Oh yeah...your mouth feels so damn good...Yeah...yeah...suck it baby."

Andre's dick seemed to get bigger and bigger in Julien's mouth but he didn't stop knowing that soon Andre would explode.

"Awwww...Awwww...I'm gonna...Ahhhhhh...Jul...Julien...You...OOOOH...I'M GONNA..."

"Give it to me." Julien said.

Andre looked down at Julien in disbelief but it was replaced with a different look when he felt his dick give way and he exploded in Julien's mouth and all over his face.

"Oh shit!" Andre sighed, looking at Julien.

"I better go and clean myself up." Julien said.

Andre stopped him. "No, I'll do it." Andre got up and went into the bathroom. Julien laid on the bed listening as Andre ran water in the sink. He walked back out with a towel in his hands. He sat on the bed next to Julien and began to clean his face with the warm face towel. He then flipped the towel over and began to wash his neck and moved it down and across his chest. Julien shivered.

"You like that?" Andre giggled doing it again.

"Yeah, it feels good." Julien replied.

Andre smiled. He put the face towel down and began licking Julien's chest with his tongue, running it across his hard nipples.

"OOOOOOOH!" Julien moaned. That felt too fucking good. He felt Andre's tongue moving down his body and his own hard dick was twitching crazily. Andre turned his body so that they both were in the '69' position and began fingering Julien's ass. "OH GOD...OH GOD...AWWWWW!"

Julien opened his eyes and saw Andre's fine, tight ass within licking range. He couldn't resist it. He stuck his tongue out and touched Andre's ass.

"MMMM...do that shit again." Andre moaned.

Julien did and Andre moaned again as he stuck more of his ass closer to Julien's mouth and tongue so that he could better lick it. Julien's tongue found his asshole and wet it good and stuck his tongue in as far as it could go and then began licking it like a lollipop. Andre continued fingering Julien's ass while both men moaned and groaned. Andre rolled off Julien's body.

"I gotta make love to you. I gotta have that ass." He said as he spread Julien's thighs.

Julien reached into the draw of his bedside table and handed Andre a condom. "Do it baby."

Andre slipped the Magnum condom on his dick and then slipped his covered dick into Julien's tight ass. Andre slowly began to thrust into Julien's ass as he wrapped his legs around Andre.

"God...yeah...yeah...that ass is good."

"Yeah...God...yeah...work that ass."

They were covered in sweat as they made love. Bodies tangle and twisted together. Julien held onto to Andre's body as he fucked his ass, as he made love to him. He began jacking his own dick as Andre plowed into his ass.

"OOOOH...YES..." Andre panted. "Squeeze my dick with that ass. Squeeze it!"

Julien did as he was told and Andre thrusted and pumped harder and faster. Andre's dick felt like heaven inside of Julien's tight ass and he didn't want it to end. He reached up and grabbed Andre and kissed him long and deep and that was all it took as Andre exploded.

"DAAAAAAAAYUM!" Andre let out.

"OHMYGOD...OHMYGOD...OHMYGOD..." Julien moaned as his own dick exploded spitting hot cum all over his stomach and chest.

Andre kissed Julien lightly on the lips as they snuggled together in the bed and drifted off to sleep as the music on the CD player continued to play.

The arrived at Dalziel's place, Brett left his car at Da City and rode in the car with Dalziel and Darryl. In the car there was plenty of touching and teasing. Brett had his dick sucked by Darryl as they drove back to Dalziel's place. By the time they had arrived everyone was super fucking horny and ready to explode. Once they were inside behind closed doors it all began. Dalziel grabbed Darryl and laid him on the couch. He then turned to Brett, who was horny and sporting a serious hard dick.

"You wanna fuck that thug ass over there?"

Brett nodded his head. He had never been a top before. Had never wanted to until now.

"Cool...well, you stand over here and don't move til I tell ya." Dalziel said as he walked over to Darryl. He knelt next to him on the couch and began to slowly remove his clothes. He started with his timbs and socks. As he removed them he began to lick and suck the toes. Darryl moaned and giggled and as Brett watched he began to touch himself. Dalziel unzipped Darryl's pants and pulled out his dick. It was 8 inches, cut and ready to spit. Dalziel looked at Darryl, who was lost in the pleasure of it all. Dalziel began to slowly jack Darryl's big dick as he looked back at Brett, who had pulled his own dick out and was jacking it.

"Yeah..."Dalziel said, "Jack that dick." He turned his attention back to Darryl and began stroking his dick faster while Darryl's own hand snaked up his shirt and played with his hard nipples.

"Shit yo..." Darryl panted. "Damn...jack that dick...jack it." Dalziel continued with long smooth strokes.

"Take your shirt off." Dalziel ordered Darryl. The young hot thug removed his shirt exposing his thick, tattooed muscled chest.

"Goddamn!" Brett exclaimed when he saw Darryl's chest. He stroked his dick harder and faster. He wanted to touch him so bad now. He made a step towards them but Dalziel stopped him.

"I didn't tell you to come over here. Stay there."

Brett stopped but he wanted so bad to feel Darryl's body. To suck his dick. To fuck that ass. He watched as Dalziel pulled off Darryl's pants and Brett gasped as he looked at the sweet, chocolate stud body laying on the couch hot and horny. Dalziel then rolled Darryl over on his belly and while he pulled on his dick he spread his ass cheeks with his free hand.

"You see that hot hole?" Dalziel asked not looking at Brett but he was talking to him.

"Yeah." Brett answered close to cumming.

Dalziel blew into Darryl's ass and the the young thug moaned.

"Shit...damnit!" Darryl said.

"This is a hot ass. You want some?" Dalziel asked.

Brett could only nod. He watched as Dalziel sucked on his finger and once it was dripping with saliva he inserted it into Darryl's young ass.

"AWW FUCK!" Darryl slapped the couch with his hands. "GODDAMNIT YO!"

Dalziel worked the finger in and out of Darryl's ass causing the young thug to moan, wiggle, squeal and scream. "OOOH OOOH OOOH...SHIT YEAH...SHIT YEAH..."

"Yeah Brett," Dalziel said. "You like this ass? Do you want this ass?"

"Ahhh shit...fuck me...fuck me." Darryl moaned.

"You want to fuck this?" Dalziel said as he worked his finger up to the second knuckle of his middle finger.

"Yes...I want to fuck that." Brett said.

"Damn...someone fuck me, damn!" Darryl called out.

Dalziel smiled and waved Brett over. When Brett came over Dalziel began removing his clothes until Brett was completely naked. He then gave Brett's hard dick a few tight pulls. He then stood behind Brett and spoke into his ear.

"That ass is yours...go fuck it." Dalziel said.

"Fuck this ass." Darryl moaned.

Brett stepped took his dick and entered it into Darryl's ass. He placed his hands on Darryl's ass cheeks and slowly pushed himself inside. His eyes grew wide as he felt the unfamiliar and wonderful feeling of Darryl's tight ass around his dick.

"Oh god!" Brett groaned out as he began moving and thrusting into Darryl's ass. It was an incredible feeling that he had never had before.

"Fuck that ass you mothafucker!" Darryl said. "Fuck that ass."

Brett thrusted and drove his dick in deep. Dalziel walked behind Brett and knelt down and began fingering his ass with the same finger he had used on Darryl. Brett closed his eyes as he felt the familiar feeling in his ass and the new feeling around his dick.

"Shit...DAMN!" Brett was losing his mind. He wanted to cum but he didn't want it to end.

"How you like that ass?" Dalziel asked Brett with his finger still in his ass.

"Yeah...it's good...it's good." Brett answered.

"You like that dick?" Dalziel asked Darryl.

"Awww fuck yeah!"

Dalziel smiled and began removing his pants. He spread Brett's ass cheeks and then thrust his own dick deep inside Brett.

"OOOOOOOH DAMN!" Brett let out as he felt Dalziel's dick invade him and penetrate his ass.

Brett squeezed Darryl's ass as Dalziel fucked Brett. Dalziel reached around and grabbed Brett's nipples and twisted them. Brett squealed out and thrusted deeper into Darryl's ass. The three of them thrusted and bucked, moaned and groaned, squealed and screwed.

"OOH AHHH...YEAH YEAH..." Darryl moaned

"AWW SHIT...AWW SHIT...OOOOH SHIT." Brett groaned

Dalziel slapped Brett hard on the ass as he drive in hard and deep. He smacked Brett's ass again and again and with each slap Brett wiggled and thrusted his ass back and then drove his dick deep into Darryl. It was Dalziel who popped first. As he exploded in his ass, Brett let out a howl and he erupted into Darryl's ass. Darryl popped last as his dick exploded and pumped out all over the couch.

Brett awoke to find himself sleeping next to Dalziel and Darryl on the floor. They were all naked. Brett got up, found his clothes and began getting dressed. He was at the door when Dalziel sat up.

"You tipping out?"

Brett turned around. "Yeah, I have a plane to New York to catch."

Dalziel nodded. "You comin' back?"

Brett looked at Dalziel and the sleeping Darryl and shook his head. "No." And with that Brett walked out. Dalziel smiled after him. He knew Brett would be back.

To be Continued.

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