“Brother, ha” Parker spat, his words angry. “I've got nothing; I'm just a bastard child. I can claim nothing; I've lost it all. I lost my self-respect, I lost out on everything. . . and everyone, I ever cared about. . . damn Danvers Converse. . . damn him all to hell. . .”
Parker started off toward the door, Rose calling out to him.
“Parker, no. . . come back, don't do anything foolish,” she said.
But it was too late, Parker was gone, his body fleeing down the street and disappearing into the darkness. His departure left the gang from Eldon Court weary, uncertain about what to do next.
“What next?” was indeed the next phrase to come out of Dane's mouth.
“Yeah, if Danvers Converse is a murderer and we can prove it, then isn't the threat over? We get to keep our homes, Eldon Court stays intact.”
“That's the problem,” Rich said, “Proving it. We know they buried Elissa, but where?”
“Somewhere on the property,” Edgar said, “that has to be why Parker was digging. The story about gold on our property was just a ruse. Can't we call in the police? We have probable cause, perhaps with testimony from Troy as to what happened that night. . .?”
“I'll do anything I can,” Troy said, “but they never told me where she was, said it was for my own good.”
“Nothing Danvers did was for your own good,” Paolo said.
“And to think, I thought he was protecting me all these years,” he said, gazing around at the house. “But now I'm home, I'm innocent, a burden lifted.”
“So it's not over yet,” Marc said, “Rich, what do we do?”
“All of you, stay put,” Rich said, grateful that Marc was talking to him, his eyes filled with wonder at all he'd helped accomplish today. The man he loved, the man whom just two days ago he'd found in the arms of another man, he had made a first overture toward him. And Rich did to him. “Marc, there's so much waiting for us. . . please, tell me you'll hear me out.”
“Only if you'll forgive me.”
Rich felt the bitter words hit him, swallowing them down but still not enjoying the taste. He said nothing, turning away from the group and heading out in the night, not unlike Parker had done.
“I don't know about the rest of you, but I could use a drink,” Edgar said.
“I couldn't agree more,” Rose said.
“Just not champagne,” Marc said.
“No, it's not yet time for bubbles,” Rose said.
* * * *
The Bayside Hotel was quiet on this night when Rich North arrived in the lobby. Just a couple patrons were inside the hotel bar, a lone guest walking through the lobby, heels clacking against the hard tiles. The man behind the reception desk was busy on the telephone and paid Rich no mind; good thing, Rich didn't want to be stopped or disturbed. He made his way down the corridor, where he came to Danvers Converse's office. He could hear the blare of the television from inside, a good indication that his quarry was present.
Rich was here to settle the score, no matter what he had to do.
Without knocking, he turned the knob and found it opened easily. A man like Converse, he was over-confident, cocksure, immune to anything in life. And why shouldn't he be? He held the power still, even if his secret was known to them all. He was a killer and he had escaped detection all these years. Rich had to find out where Elissa was buried, only then could they finally bring this entire episode to a close.
Danvers looked up from a bank of television screens on the wall, fumbling with the remote when he noticed his guest.
“What the hell. . .” Rich said, staring up at the images on the screens.
Six monitors, each of them displaying flesh upon flesh, men upon men. That's when Rich noticed that Danvers was naked, his withering body hairless and pale, and that his hand had been in his lap; jerking off his small dick to sexual videos just a short while after his greatest secret was revealed. What kind of sick perv was this guy?
“You're disgusting,” Rich said.
“Oh, contraire, look again,” Danvers said, nodding toward the screen. “Tell me who you see.”
That's when Rich realized these weren't just any movies, he could see himself on one of the screens. . . no, two of them, and in them he was having sex, one with Paolo, another with Aaron—the videos that Danvers had blackmailed them into making, he was watching them now. And not just Rich, there was a video of Parker and Russell Allen, the man who had worked for Danvers and taken a bullet for him. There was even a video of Rich and Marc, sucking one another off in the elevator. My God, that had been their first night in Wonderland, even before they had moved to Eldon Court. The remaining two screens were filled with other men, none of whom Rich recognized, but in each screen many of the men had one thing in common, big dicks and hairy bodies. All that Danvers lacked, it was what he most desired.
“Why, Danvers? Why did you do all this. . . to us?”
He spat at Rich. “What do you know of me?”
“I know that you once loved George Saunders,” he said.
“Yet no one wanted me to love him,” he said. “Not that bitch, Elissa. She wouldn't let him go; she wouldn't let him be with me.”
“And so you killed her?”
“And look what it got me,” he said, “George was empty after the incident, he'd lost all sexual desire and gradually, he just began to wither away. His mind and his body, gone. What had happened was too much for him. I lost it all.”
“You've been trying to fill the void ever since,” Rich said, “With men who remind you of George.”
“You come along, move onto Eldon Court just as I'm ready to make my move to reclaim it. Troy had come of age, George had begun to decline so much, they said it was only a matter of time before he died. . . and still I had nothing. I wanted to reclaim the land where he and I had fallen in love. . .”
“And in the process, destroy all of us.”
“What right did all you boys have to be happy?” he asked. “Society shunned me for loving men, why do you get a free pass to love who you want?”
“Times have changed; we have men like you to be grateful for,” he said. “Men like Drew Saunders and Gerald Green, who paved a difficult path so Marc and I, Edgar and Jack, Dane and Sawyer could be happy. It was supposed to be that way for Paolo and Aaron, but your sick plans to destroy our lifestyle ended up destroying Aaron's life.”
“I'll still do it,” he said. “The Wonderland Palaces will be a reality.”
“No, they won't,” Rich said. “It's only a matter of time before the authorities find Elissa's body, and with Troy now knowing what happened. . . it's over, Danvers. Admit defeat on the Wonderland Palaces and we'll make it all go away. No one will know what you did.”
“Like I would believe a word out of your mouth,” he said.
“On my honor,” Rich said, holding up his right arm.
“Honor? What does a man like you know of honor? You who have everything you ever wanted, but it's never enough. Look at you up there on those screens, all naked and writhing in ecstasy, you'd fuck anyone wouldn't you? Your lover, your neighbor, just so long as you get what you want.”
“So that makes us the same,” Rich said, “and yes, I'm guilty of fucking anyone, sure. Even my enemies.”
With that, Rich took a step forward, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. One button, then another, exposing a triangle of flesh, of hair.
“What are you doing?”
“You said I'd fuck anyone, let's see if you're right,” he said, undoing the final button, slipping his shirt off his shoulders. Rich stood before his enemy, his heart pounding inside his chest. He saw Danvers lick his lips; there was no comparison, live was better than video, and Rich knew he held the upper hand. What he didn't know was whether he could go through with it, could this man, so unappealing, so repulsive in personality, really turn him on? Inside his pants his cock lay dormant, even the images on the screen were not enough to make him hard. But he had to, it was the only way, like Christine kissi
ng the Phantom, he knew it was the only way to unlock the darkness with this tortured soul.
“Come to me, Danvers,” he said, “do what you want.”
Danvers moved hesitantly from around the desk, his naked self on full display, thin cock curved but hard. With tears in his eyes, he reached out, long fingers grazing at the dark hair on Rich's chest. Closing his eyes against the man's touch, Rich allowed the man his indulgence.
“Oh, oh,” Danvers said as he put both hands firmly upon Rich's chest, “so beautiful, so lusciously hairy, just like George. For too long I've wanted to. . .”
“Do it all, take what you want.”
Danvers looked at Rich, Rich not blinking. Then the man dropped to his knees, began to fumble with the zipper of his jeans. He stopped, turned back to his desk, where he pressed the play button the remote. Suddenly the room filled with moving images, with the sounds of sex. Rich looked up, watching as he thrust his cock deep inside Aaron, as Paolo sucked him, while Marc begged to be fucked all night long, each of them wanting more and more; he watched as his cock burst and he shot a load of come onto Paolo's face. He was transfixed by his own expression, amazed at the power conveyed on his face. He'd always felt his orgasms, but he never quite witnessed them, not like this.
He felt his cock finally harden. He wanted that release now, no matter from whom.
“Yes, Danvers, suck my big. . .”
A sudden noise caught Rich in mid-plea, and both he and Danvers turned to see the large frame of Parker St. John enter the room, quickly closing the door behind him.
“Rich, you don't have to do this,” Parker said.
“Parker, leave it alone, this is the only way to end this.”
“Then let me,” he said.
“What?”
“Just go, Rich. Get out of here. Go back to Marc.”
“But. . .”
“Just do it!”
Rich retreated quickly, seeing the fierce look inside Parker's darkened eyes. A shift had occurred inside Parker, he'd lost himself in his quest to find where he belonged. Grabbing his shirt, he made his way out, closing the door behind him, not even taking one last look back at Danvers Converse. Outside in the hallway, he hesitated, unsure if he should leave the man betrayed with the man who had betrayed him; but Parker was no killer, that's not why he had come here. He wanted to exact his own form of revenge on Danvers, and it began with a shift in the power balance between them. Just like Parker had done with him. He leaned his ear against the door, listened to the blare coming from the screens, then heard words, garbled at first, but then clearer.
“Get away from me, don't come any closer,” said Danvers, though his voice seemed to be weakening, “no, oh God, you beast. . . look at you, so hairy and so big. . . yes, George, is it really you? Please, take me, please love me like you used to, oh how I've missed you, let me feel you. . . fill me with that big cock, take me, yes, my furry beast. . . aaahhh. . .”
He heard a short cry of surprise, or perhaps pain, and then the eager thrusts coming from Parker. Shaking his head, Rich took off down the corridor and emerged into the cold night. He shuddered as the wind hit him, but really from thinking about what he'd almost had to do. He looked back at the rain-soaked facade of the Bayside Hotel and remembered when he'd come to Wonderland, how filled with hope he'd been. For him, for Marc, for their future.
He wondered if such a dream still existed.
* * * *
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Oh, uh, sure.”
“What are you drinking?”
“I had a Cosmo,” he said. “You?”
“Scotch, neat.”
“Such a man,” he said.
“You like that?”
The man who drank the Cosmos liked that, liked what he saw, too. He'd been eyeing the man for the past ten minutes, ever since he'd taken up on the stool two down from him. He was dressed in a slick dark suit, white dress shirt, no tie. He'd seen a generous sprig of dark chest hair peeking out from the undone top button of the shirt, felt a stirring inside his heated loins. He wouldn't mind a little fun with this guy, it was a hotel after all, buy me a drink, pick me up, take me upstairs and fuck me. It had been a good thought and now the first step was complete, the drink.
“Here you go boys,” the bartender said with a wink before moving on.
“Cheers,” the man in the suit said, lifting his glass, a shiny Rolodex wrapped around a thick, hairy wrist. They clinked glasses, drank as their eyes continued to stare at one another. After another sip, they set their drinks down on the mahogany bar, the man reaching over to stroke the other's hand.
“You're very cute,” the man said.
“Thanks,” came his breathless reply. “I find you really sexy, though you'd look even better if we got you to relax a bit. Like that second button, you need to loosen up.”
“Long day on the job, it was enough to get that first one undone.”
“Allow me.”
And he reached forward, brazenly unbuttoning the second button on shirt; even more hair was exposed, thick, spring, dark. A generous coating.
“Nice.”
“Yeah, you like that?”
“Totally.”
“What's your name?”
“Marc.”
“I'm Rich.”
“Good, I like rich men,” Marc said.
The man named Rich, smiled, picked up his drink, knocked it back. “Come with me.”
Marc said nothing; he just stood up and followed the larger man out of the bar and through the lobby. He pressed for the elevator; Marc noticed it was the private elevator that went exclusively to the top floor, the penthouse suite. The door opened and they stepped in and then the doors closed and the men were all over each other, kissing and touching, buttons flying. Marc thrust his face into the dark whorls of that hairy chest, finding nipples beneath the thick fur. He murmured his desires, as Rich pressed his body against him.
The doors pinged open, directly into the bedroom of the penthouse. Both men, hard, hungry, and focused, stumbled out of the elevator, falling to the plush carpet. Clothes were quickly stripped away and soon they were naked, cocks hard, bodies heated. They kissed again and their hands continued to explore bodies, touching flesh, hair, balls that constricted and seemed ready to blow. Marc slid down a furry belly, tongue encircling the head of Rich's throbbing cock. He looked up at him, wary, uncertainty hitting him. It had been weeks since he'd tasted him, since he'd allowed this cock inside him, in his mouth and in his ass, he'd wondered if he would ever get to enjoy the touch of his lover again.
And then he plunged down on the cock, sucking it hard, fast. He licked the shaft, his tongue swirling around it, all the way down to the thick wiry pubes that grew like a forest. He tasted pre-come as he licked, licked more, deeper, poking at the eye, teasing it. As he continued to suck, he circled around to the mess of hairs that covered his hole; with a wet finger he pushed, once, twice, and then he entered the man's ass.
“Oh, oh, oh, shit. . . Marc, give me more, more. . .”
Marc slid a second finger in, a third, and he began to push, to fuck, all while sucking that big hot cock. Just then he felt it grew hotter, bigger, he knew Rich was close to bursting. He intensified his sucking and gave one last thrust of his fingers into that furry ass and that's when Rich blew, gobs of come shooting into his mouth. He slurped on each drop, drinking him in, and the taste was like something he'd never had before, a burst of energy that fueled him to new heights. He felt Rich's hand snake around to his cock, pump it once, twice and that was all it took, Marc too shot his load, coating Rich hairy forearm with his thick goo.
Waiting to catch their breath, Rich helped Marc up from the floor, then embraced him. Marc felt his sexy, hairy lover's body press against him, his cock hardening quickly. Rich's did too, that big piece pressing against his leg.
“Wow, that was great,” Rich said.
“You just had to touch me and I came.”
“Come to bed with
me, yes?”
“Yes.”
It was the first time for them since the shooting, the first time either had allowed the other to touch him. So much had happened, but they knew what was important. They were, the two of them, and it had taken almost fucking Danvers Converse for Rich to realize that the two of them together were better than either of them without. He'd called Marc from the Bayside, after turning back from the cold, asked him to meet him here. And Marc had agreed and they had acted out their own little play, not unlike when they'd first arrived in Wonderland, and now here they were together, naked, entwined, climbing onto the bed, ready to make love for the first time again.
Marc was on his back, Rich hovering above him. He brushed at the thick mat of hair on Rich's chest, fingered the bald spot on his upper chest where he'd taken the bullet. How he loved how this man felt atop him, it wasn't power, it was love and desire, and Marc beneath him was open to all he had to give. That cock, he knew that was a lot to take, and he couldn't wait to feel those thick inches fill him. Just then a tear slid from his eye.
“It's okay, Marc, we're together.”
“Yes.”
“What I drove you to, it woke me up. Seeing you with Parker. . . I knew then and there that I never wanted to lose you, I wanted you back. So I had to do everything in my power to get us back to our dream. Saunders, Danvers, even Troy and Parker and Rose, they all had to help and to me it didn't matter which of them got hurt, we'd all been hurt enough by them. All that mattered to me was you. You are my life, Marc Anderson.”
“And you are my life, Rich North,” Marc said.
Silence settled between them. There was only other thing left to do.
“Make love to me, Rich.”
And Rich obliged, sliding his thick cock inside him, and oh how perfect it felt.
He thrust, and he thrust again, Marc taking it all in, wrapping his legs around his ass to ensure that cock didn't slip out. With each push, each urgent plow, Marc cried out, begging for more, digging his nails into Rich's back, burying his face in the thick whorls of his chest. This was just what he wanted, his hairy, big-dicked lover in his bed and in his and most especially in his heart.
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