Love Lost

Love Lost, Love Found

By

Christos Kastellanos

Chapter Two

Cast of Characters

Chariton, Greek name meaning "grace, kindness and the ruling king of the Lamia

Alexandros and Abaddon Michelakakis, identical twins and sons of King Chariton

Alexandros, his name is Greek and is composed of the elements; Alex, which means "to defend" and Andros "man," hence "defender of mankind and heir to the Lamia throne.

Abaddon, Greek name derived from Hebrew abaddown, meaning "destruction, ruination.

Michael Lakis, Greek name derived from the word nazara, "the guarded one, and FBI agent

Chris Nomikos, a descendent Chrysanthos and a young police officer with the Springfield, Massachusetts police department

Patrick O'Malley, older detective and good friend with Chris

Brian Mathews, local bartender at the Pub, a popular gay bar

The next morning...

Chris woke, stretched and then sat up quickly. His doors were closed and he remembered his dream from the night before. He hurried from the bed and toward the atrium doors which led out to a balcony. If there had been an intruder, there should have been blood, because he was a crack shot, and yet there was nothing. He quickly opened the doors, looked around the balcony, and stood there scratching his head, was it all a dream, he asked himself. A warm breeze was blowing, so he left them open as he headed to the bathroom and a shower.

He showered quickly and with the towel wrapped about him, went to make the bed. As he approached his bed, he noticed that his revolver was missing from its holster. When he moved the sheet and pillows, and found his revolver lying next to where he had been sleeping. As he examined the gun, he found the chamber was empty.

"What the..." he began to say, stopped and looked over at the doors. "I wasn't dreaming after all," he said, looking at the doors more closely.

He had found no sign of blood on the floor, and after examining closer the doors and balcony; he found a bullet lodged in the railing. He looked over the railing to the ground bellow, nothing but shrubs and no sign of a body or footprints.

A sudden feeling of fear enveloped his senses and when a hand grabbed his shoulder, he yelped out in alarm, turning to see Patrick standing there.

"What the fuck was that for," Patrick asked, jumping himself. "I was afraid that you were going to fall," he added.

"You scared the fucking shit out of me, Pat," he said, visibly shaking as Patrick looked at him. "What are you doing here...and how in hell did you get in?"

"I tried knocking but no one answered," he said pulling Chris into his strong arms and holding him close. "I used your hidden key to get in when you didn't answer."

"What are you doing here, anyways Pat?"

"Hello in there," he said knocking on Chris' head. "We had plans for going out to the range and get re-qualified for work," he said, noticing that Chris had now stopped shaking. "We are still on...right?"

"Sure, give me a moment to dress and we can get going," he said, closing and locking the doors, before turning back to Patrick.

As Chris dropped the towel and began searching drawers for clothes, Patrick, sat on the edge of the bed watching him, remembering back to when they had went from just being friends to being lovers.

It hadn't been all that long ago, that they were lovers, and seeing Chris's sex pressing against the towel, only refueled old desires in Patrick. They had been together for three years as lovers, and for most of them, they argued.

Patrick hated their age difference, twenty years, while Chris saw nothing wrong with it. Patrick for being in his early forties still looked and had the body of a man half his age. He had kept up his physical shape, even though his hair was showing signs of grey along the temples.

`Sexy as all hell,' wasn't that what Chris called it, he thought.

They hadn't started out to be lovers, because Patrick and Chris' dad, had been friends all of their life, as well as partners. But cancer had taken Chris' father away, leaving Patrick to step in and fill in the void. Time wore on and then when Chris was about to turn eighteen, Patrick found himself silently lusting over Chris.

It had all begun innocently enough while camping. Chris and Patrick had taken a long overdue vacation for Patrick, as well as a much needed time off from school for Chris before going off to college, and gone camping up in the Berkshires.

The weather had been perfect, hazy, hot and humid, a typical August day that year. Chris and Patrick had just finished setting up the tent and the sweat was pouring off them.

"How about a swim in the stream before we go any further," Chris had asked, wiping his brow with his tee shirt.

"Sounds good to me, sport, let me find me my swim trunks," Patrick said, dropping the ax that he had planned on using for chopping fire wood.

"Swim trunks...I'm going just as I am, Uncle Pat," he said, using the name that he had always respectfully used when referring to his father's friend. "Last one in does the clean up after dinner," he yelled, racing down the slope toward the water.

Patrick took off running right behind the lad and just when Chris was about to reach the water, Patrick tackled him, sending them both into the water, in a tangle of arms and legs.

"I guess we both do clean up, stud," Patrick said, once he and Chris broke the surface.

"Stud, you've never called me that before, Uncle Pat," Chris said, surprised with the new moniker.

"Well you are going off to college, so I can't very well keep calling you sport, now can I? How about you and I drop the uncle part also and you just call me Pat, okay stud?"

"Sure...Pat, if you don't think me being disrespectful."

"Your birthday is just around the corner and with it, you'll be legally an adult, so Pat it is," he said, pulling Chris to him and dunking him beneath the surface.

Chris saw how vulnerable Patrick was, his feet barely standing on the slippery rocks, so he grabbed him by the ankles, pulled wildly and soon Patrick was underwater, with Chris swimming away.

Chris made land with Patrick hot on his heals. They frantically raced up the slope and when Chris slipped, Patrick did also as he tried to avoid stepping on him. Chris knew that Patrick was going down and moved away on his elbows, hoping to avoid being crushed when the man fell.

"Ah shit look out," Patrick called out but Chris could not move fast enough, Patrick fell hard, pinning Chris beneath him.

"Are you alright Pat," Chris asked, looking up into Patrick's warm brown eyes.

"Yeah stud," he said thickly, his manhood pressed against Chris' and both of them rising.

Neither spoke a word as they stared at one another, for it was as if all time had stopped for them. Chris worked his arms free and slowly wrapped them around Patrick's waist, while Patrick cupped Chris' face with his broad strong hands.

Softly, Patrick brushed the softest of kisses across Chris' lips and when he saw the desire in the lad's eyes, crushed them hard with a bruising kiss, forcing his tongue into Chris' mouth. Chris moaned as the kiss deepened, grinding his sex up against Patrick's, causing him to moan.

"What the fuck are we doing," Patrick asked in a panic, moving off of and quickly away from Chris.

"We were doing what both of us have wanted to do for the longest time and hadn't the balls to do it, I would guess," Chris told him, standing up, and moving over to where Patrick stood.

"Wanting and doing are two totally different things, Chris. My God Chris, I'm the same age as your dad would have been had he lived, which makes me old enough to be your father," he said in defense of his quick withdrawal from the kiss.

"Pat look at me," Patrick stubbornly kept his back to Chris, "dammit man, turn the fuck around and look at me," he finally swore, something that he had never done before with him, causing Patrick to whirl around.

"See what I have done to you, I caused you to use words that you have never have used with me. I love you Chris, but damn if I am going to disrespect your father's memory by lusting after his son," he added, his hands resting on each Chris' shoulders. "More so Chris, damn if I am going to let you ruin your life with an old goat like me."

"Bullshit, total bullshit Pat, and you know it. You would be on me like white on rice if I was just an ordinary guy that you picked up at some gay bar, and that is a fact, mister. Now do we stand here arguing, or do we go inside the tent and do what our hearts desire?"

Standing there looking up at Patrick with Patrick's hands still resting on his shoulders, Chris took a step forward, leaving but a breath's gap between them.

"Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to kiss me," Chris asked, Patrick nodded slowly, surrendered, and then pulled the gap closed, kissing him passionately.

He held Chris' hand in his; it was warm and comforting to Chris as they walked back to their campsite. Chris wondered if Patrick could hear his heart pounding as they ascended the slope. Chris had always admired Patrick, and now that admiration was about to grow to a completely different level.

Chris watched him as he struggled to remove his wet shorts and Chris could not believe that he was about to go to bed with him. Because this was the man, that his dad had been best friends with for years and the man that he had always called uncle.

Patrick watched Chris' every move, as he removed his wet shorts. He desired the young man that was stripping before him, desired him as much as he had his father and his eyes took in Chris' beauty.

"You look so much like your dad, Chris, and God knows how much I miss that man." Patrick took him into his embrace and kissed him.

"Tell me Pat, did you ever feel this way about dad." Chris asked looking up at him in wonder of the moment.

"Well that Chris is none of your business. Whatever was or wasn't between your father and I, was our business, as is what you and I are about to do, is between you and I only."

"Okay Pat, I can respect that," he said, but in his mind, that response was the same as if he had said yes, I did.

Chris pulled Patrick down to their sleeping bags and spooned against Patrick's chest, his hard, round ass pressed tight to his sex.

Chris pushed back against it, felt its hardness, and he heard Patrick start to moan. Chris looked over his shoulder and saw Patrick looking at him, but the look upon his face said that he was not amused by Chris' actions.

"Are you trying to start something kid, because I thought that we decided that we were not going to do this?"

"You decided Pat, not me," Chris told him, turned, and gave him a quick kiss. "I decided I want to make love with you. Besides, if you were so adamant about us doing not doing this, then why are you naked, hard and lying here with me?"

Chris gave him a kiss that was so passionate, so deep and filled with love, that it left no doubt as to where he stood on the matter.

Patrick knew that he had lost this particular battle, so he passionately embraced Chris and returned the kiss, zealously hard. He poured into his kiss all the love that he had ever felt for Chris and was intensely now feeling for him.

Chris felt Patrick's passion and emotion and it touched him deeply. He could not believe that a man as manly and strong as Patrick could feel such passion so deep within himself for him. He broke their kiss and stared into Patrick's eyes, and he saw his own reflection in them. And in that reflection he saw the love that Patrick was feeling for him.

"I love you Patrick O'Malley, and I would like more than just this one time with you."

"Chris I have loved you so much and for so long that I still can't believe that this is happening. However Chris, right or wrong, I am not going to fight those feelings any longer." Patrick affectionately told him and he kissed him hard, bordering on violent, as he held him close. "But for wanting more than just this, right now, we'll see."

Patrick sat up and ran his hands over Chris' muscular chest and abs, taking in the beauty of the young man before him. Chris never felt so loved and secure as he did at this moment with Patrick. He felt the warmth and desire that was Patrick, solely for him, while in his arms. There was so much emotion he felt, but more so, of all that he felt, the most important feeling was that he felt loved.

He brought his arms up around Patrick's neck and brought him close. Patrick rolled and pulled Chris atop him, kissing his shoulder and then nibbling his ear.

"Oh my God," Chris whispered, "This feels so good and right Pat," he whispered, looking down at into Patrick's eyes.

Patrick was turned on by Chris' hard body and his lust for him, so he took a few moments to allow his senses to take in the beauty of this soon to be a man that was looking down at him. He was in awe as well as shock, for this had always been but a fantasy for him and now it was about to become a reality. He pulled Chris tightly to him and kissed him hard, so hard that their lips fell bruised by the fierceness of the kiss.

Chris sat up, moved lower down his body, and while he held his eyes with Patrick's, he took Patrick's cock into his hand. Leaning down ever so slowly, seductively, he licked the clear liquid that was leaking from it.

"Do you want me to stop Pat," Chris asked sitting up again and looking down into Patrick's watering eyes. "Because once I take that big beautiful cock into my mouth, I am going to suck it and make your wildest dreams come true." Chris said looking down at Patrick who was looking up at him disbelievingly.

"No Chris... please don't stop honey," was all that Patrick could say as he fought his urge to release, while Chris kissed him again.

He was very close to climaxing and Chris hadn't even begun to suck his cock yet. Patrick saw how nervous Chris was also, and he knew why, for they were about to change their friendship, from friends to lovers.

Chris trailed his lips downward, kissing and sucking hard on Patrick's neck, leaving his mark, before he kissed his way down to Patrick's, erect nipples. He licked and nibbled on them, sending passion filled sensations coursing through his body, which caused Patrick to moan in unbridled passion. As Chris teased each sensitive nub, he knew that it had been a long time since Patrick had been pleased in such a way, because he could feel the man struggling to hold back his climax.

Chris wanted nothing more than to please Patrick as he slowly kissed his way down to Patrick's manhood and enveloped it fully with his mouth.

"Mmmmm," Chris moaned as he drank in the heady aroma of Patrick's scent, his nose nestled in his soft pubic hair.

Patrick's cock was buried down Chris' throat, something that he had imagined doing so many times in his young life, and now was doing with the greatest of pleasure. He drank in Patrick's scent, river water and a woodsy scent, and it intoxicated him. Chris savored his lover's sweet aroma, as one does with a fine wine, intoxicating him more.

"Mmmmm," Chris moaned in ecstasy, his senses were drunk with lust.

"Please slow down Chris." Patrick moaned, barely audible as he wrestled to gain control over his looming climax.

Chris dropped Patrick's manhood to admire its beauty and he noticed how fat and long it was. Before he lowered his mouth back on it, he extended his tongue and ran it around the sensitive head, which caused Patrick to groan out in pleasure.

"Oh fuck Chris stop, you have me so close and I'd like this to last a while longer," he moaned.

Chris dropped his cock once again from his mouth and sucked his balls, but it was too late for Patrick to hold back, for as soon as Chris' tongue touched his sack, his seed was rising.

"Oh fuck... fuck, suck me I'm coming," he moaned with total abandonment, unable to hold back his climax any longer.

Chris quickly enveloped Patrick's cock and brought his lover to his ultimate climax. Patrick spewed his sperm down Chris' throat and his hands firmly held Chris to his groin. Patrick shot more of his seed, his hips thrusting upward, until he had surrendered it all to Chris.

"Oh fuck that was one hell of a blowjob." Patrick moaned in satisfaction, and riding out the after tide of his orgasm.

Chris didn't respond or wait, but instead he lifted Patrick's legs unto his shoulders and buried his face in Patrick's hidden treasure, teasing it with his tongue. He invaded his rosebud with his tongue and fucked it until Patrick was thrashing about in ecstasy. Patrick was insane from the pleasure that Chris was giving him and it sent him into a sexual frenzy.

"Make love to me Chris, fuck me," he yelled, unable to control the passion that coursed through his body. "I need to feel your cock deep within me Chris."

Chris wanted Patrick to experience lovemaking with him, so he purposed in his mind to give him every pleasure that he possibly could. Chris licked and nibbled his way back to Patrick's cock and swallowed it down to the root once again.

Patrick arched his back in complete surrender and let out a moan so deep that the vibrations reverberated through his cock to Chris. After a long while, Chris could feel Patrick's emanate climax, as his cock began to swell once again. He pulled off his cock, because he wanted this time to last as long as possible for Patrick. Chris slowly kissed and licked his way back up to Patrick's lips were he lingered. Their lips became one, with their tongues doing the dance of love, while their hearts played the music to which they danced.

Chris reached for the lube that was sitting on the ground beside them. He lubed Patrick's ass and then his anxious cock. Chris paused looking down at Patrick, before he slowly slid his cock into his lover's rosebud. Chris buried it fully into his hot ass and then paused.

"Oh my God Chris," Patrick moaned, fully impaled on Chris' throbbing sex.

Patrick's eyes rolled back as Chris began to make love to him and moaning ever so softly. As he felt Chris' cock glide effortlessly in and out of his ass, his mind drifted back to another time, but that was then and this was now he thought. He laid there and watched the man who was making love to him and his eyes filled up with tears.

Chris found them a rhythm that had them moving as one and as their eyes met, he lowered his mouth down and kissed him. Chris slowly fucked his lover for some time, before his own climax became imminent and he increased his rhythm.

Patrick's hips rose up to meet Chris' downward thrusts and his eyes never left Chris' gaze. As the tide of their climax rapidly approached, they moved feverishly in unison.

Patrick had the look of a man in love in his eyes and his hands roamed feverishly over Chris' sweat covered body. If ever two men could be one, it was they, as their love flowed through their eyes and their rhythm carried them closer to their climax.

"Oh fuck me Chris I'm coming." Patrick howled and he grabbed Chris by the hips, as he thrust up to get more of his cock in him.

"So am I Patrick," Chris said as he violently pounded his ass and his rhythm taking over control of his body.

Chris felt his sperm churning for release in his balls. It was rising rapidly as is sought to escape. Chris moaned, his eyes closed, and he surrendered to the elation of his climax. He was pounding his lover's ass harder, deeper, and no longer in control of his own body, his rhythm was.

"Fuck...damn...aaaagggghhhhh fuck take me," Chris howled as his cock shot forth a volcanic eruption into Patrick's hot ass.

"Fuck me stud, give me all you got," Patrick howled as he violently thrust upward, their movements controlled totally by their rhythm.

They both climaxed together and there was such an explosion of passion, which neither had ever known. They shouted in ecstasy and their senses filled with the power of their lovemaking as they gave to each, their all. They kissed in a tight embrace for what seemed an eternity; with their hearts beating as one, and their rhythm carrying them away on the tide of their love's afterglow.

When their tide finally ebbed, they laid there gazing into each other's eyes. They were each gasping for air panting and trying to regain normalcy one again. Patrick was the first to see what they were creating between them, and again, his thoughts haunted him.

"I should not have allowed this Chris." Patrick said to him, as the guilt of having had sex with Chris washed over him. "Because I was making love with you and I know that your dad would not have approved of it."

"Pat, I wouldn't be here with you if my dad was still alive. My dad is dead, Pat, so let's not worry about what he would or would not have approved of, and concentrate on the moment. I have never experienced such lovemaking as I have with you today, Pat."

"I love you Chris and yes, I know that I am old enough to be your father. But dammit babe, I want more than sex with you, I want a forever with you, Chris," he demanded, and then brutally took Chris' mouth with his, kissing him passionately.

"Darling, look at me," Chris whispered, "don't let our age difference, or what my dad would think or say, bother you. I want the same things as you, a tomorrow and all of the days after that."

"Oh God Chris, I hope that you mean that, because it would kill me if I were to lose your friendship," he worried.

"So what do we do now Pat," Chris asked, because he knew that he was falling in love.

Patrick, in his mind, was trying to find reasons why they shouldn't be, and all that he could find was that he wanted Chris.

"I really enjoyed this very much with you Pat, and I know that you did also, sweetheart. So what do you say that we give us a chance, if it doesn't work out, then we resort back to being just friends."

"I won't lie and tell you Chris that I don't want this to continue, because I do babe. I have been in love with you for quite some time and was afraid to tell you. But I want you to be happy Chris, happy with someone that can give you all the energy and love that you deserve." Chris knew that Patrick was searching for a reason to push him away and it infuriated him.

"I don't know about you, but after what we just shared, I'd say that you had enough energy for the both of us, sweetheart. So how about we take this one day at a time and see where it takes us," he suggested.

"I can live with that Chris, because I am in love with you," Patrick said as he finally yielded to Chris' plan for their romance.

They got up and once again, swam together, where they repeated their lovemaking again in the water, but this time, it was Patrick's turn to make love to Chris. When Chris left to go home a week later, it was to Patrick's house. He wanted Chris to stay, but he also knew that should Chris stay, they would be building their life around what had begun camping.

"Hello Pat, are you ready or are you going to just sit there daydreaming," Chris asked, drawing Patrick back from the past and to the present.

"What... huh, yeah right, let's get going," Patrick said, rising quickly and walking along Chris.

Patrick stopped Chris by the door with a hand to his shoulder.

"Honey, how did we go wrong?" he asked, looking down at what he still considered the best thing that had ever happened to him.

"I guess we just grew apart, babe, when we starting seeing different paths for us. Now are we going to go, or rehash the past?" he asked, giving Patrick a tender kiss.

Patrick pulled Chris into his arms, holding him close as he spoke.

"Just because we couldn't make together as a couple Chris, that doesn't mean that I stopped loving you," he said with conviction and passion.

"I know that honey, because I too never stopped loving you, we just seemed to want different things out of life. Now where did this come from all of a sudden," Chris asked and Patrick shrugged his shoulders.

"I just wanted you to know, that I still love you and I am here if you ever need me, sweetheart," he assured Chris, which gave Chris a warm feeling, knowing that if anything else, he loved and wanted to protect him.

"Honey, I have always known that about you. Now can we go before we end up in bed and regretting it later," he asked, remembering how horrible it had gotten between them, so bad that even making love had ended as their romance died and all that was left was the anger.

"Sure babe," he replied, walking away, leaving Chris there to lock up.

As he locked the front door, Chris suddenly felt that same coldness and he looked around, feeling as if someone was watching him.

"Everything all right," Patrick yelled from his truck.

"Yes," he said and then hurried across the lawn to the driveway where Patrick's truck stood waiting.

`Must have been a left over feeling from that damn nightmare,' he thought, climbing up into the truck.

Standing at his locker, Chris placed the last of his uniform on. He checked in the mirror on his locker door and saw the FBI agent from the night before entering the locker room and walking toward him.

He closed his locker door and began buttoning up his shirt. He gave a side glance at the man as he opened the locker beside him and pulled out a regulation uniform.

"Good evening officer," Michael said, causing Chris to turn toward him.

"Good evening, Michael," Chris replied, dryly and resumed getting dressed.

He looked over and noticed that Michael had pulled a uniform from the locker and had begun to undress.

"Hey... what's with the uniform tonight, I thought all you agents wore that Man in Black look," he mused, getting a dry smile from Michael.

"We do, but your captain feels that I would stick out less and fit in with you regulars, if I dressed as you," he said.

"What difference does it make anyways, it's not like you are going to get your hands dirty or something," he replied back dryly and a few of the other officers nearby laughed.

"He feels that I should fit in with my partner," Michael rapidly replied, pulling his black polo shirt over his head and tossing it into the locker.

Chris stood there with his eyes fixated on Michael's torso, which were rippled with muscles as well as perfectly tanned. It was when Michael dropped his black suit pants that Chris abruptly sat down on the bench, his heart racing and his mouth gaping.

Michael didn't have legs, he had columns of muscled steel and when he turned to grab the slacks to the uniform, his ass was rock hard, with two rounded globes that formed a gay man's dream ass. Chris grew instantly hard.

"Something wrong... you're staring," Michael asked, disrupting Chris' thoughts.

"Huh... sorry, I didn't mean to stare," he asked.

"Not a problem, officer," Michael said with a smile, something that he rarely did, and Chris marveled to himself at how handsome it made his face look.

He had a perfect smile, showing off his straight white teeth that were surrounded by full, sensuous lips. His nose was classically European, Chris thought, long and straight and coupled with his square jaw and a five o'clock shadow, he had an aristocratic look about him. His cheekbones were well formed, high and gave him a noble look. But it was Michael's eyes that caused Chris to hold his breath, for they were dark, penetrating and hypnotic and held a certain power in them.

"I was told that you and I are partners until this case is solved," Michael said, causing a certain panic in Chris.

"We are... we are," he asked nervously, wondering how his night would go with a Greek god beside him.

Michael could sense certain tentativeness in Chris, but he had to do this.

"Oh isn't that just grand," Chris said without bothering to hide his disappointment.

"Is there a problem with that?" he asked, knowing that Chris would not like an agent from the FBI riding along with him, no regular officer would.

Michael had his reasons why he wanted to ride along with Chris, so he suggested it to the captain, in his own suggestive way.

"So how do I look," Michael asked, turning slowly for Chris' approval.

`Hot...fucking hot,' he thought but said, "just like the rest of us," Michael smiled.

`Hmmm, fucking hot, thanks handsome,' he said in his mind as he followed Chris out of the room.

Walking out to their cruiser, Michael kept his distance and his tongue. He was not going to intimidate Chris, he was far too important to jeopardize now.

To be continued...

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