Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2001 18:59:30 -0400 From: Tom Cup Subject: Kevin - Series Chapter 14 Kevin by Tom Cup Copyright 2000, 2001 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving youth/youth or adult/youth sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. 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I nestled close to him and pushed the darkness of the last twenty-four hours out of my mind. Antonio was pacing in front of the house when we pulled up and ran down the steps to greet me. I could see the worry in his eyes and assured him that I was all right. It was strange seeing him tear up mainly because, even with that tortured look on his face, he was still beautiful. He hugged and held on to me until Tony came over, and hugging us both, told him again I was all right; and that Marie would be waiting inside for me. Antonio nodded but the tears began falling freely from his eyes. We led him inside; me holding his hand while Tony wrapped an arm around his waist and let him cry on his shoulder. Vincent was sitting holding Marie's hand when we entered. "Ah," he said, "As I promised, they were not far behind me." "Oh thank God," Marie said standing up and coming toward me. She gasped when see saw my face and looked from Tony to Vincent exclaiming, "You said he was unhurt!" "I'm all right," I stated truthfully. By all measure of what I had, and could have, endured at the hands of Chuck, this was nothing more than a mild insult. Marie didn't see it that way, and before I knew it, William was standing over me putting something on my eye, and cheek, that did make it feel better. "Well," said Vincent, "It looks like I have over stayed my welcome. I'd better be going." "Nonsense Vincent," Marie stated, "We see far to little of you as it is." Vincent nodded sheepishly and directed his gaze towards Tony who moved to show him out. "Wait," I said, "I'll show him out." Tony nodded and Vincent smiled at me. When we got outside, I turned to him and said, "I just wanted to thank you... for everything." "There is no need, young cub," he said, "As I have all ready stated, it was an old debt repaid." "Maybe," I responded, "But now I owe you." Vincent seemed shocked, then laughed before narrowing his eyes to focus on me. "You have not yet realized the importance of what is spoken by a Bolognia; so I shall not hold you to this, young cub. But if one day you should think kindly upon me, and come to know me as a friend, I ask only this: that as your father has, even against great opposition, you show favor to the house of Livorno." I nodded and extended my hand to shake his. He took my hand but did not shake it; instead looking into my eyes, he raised it to his lips and gently kissed it. He then rustled my hair and laughed saying, "One day cub, you shall be a mighty lion. May I not be the fool that slumbers in your den!" He laughed loudly and bounded down the steps just as his car arrived to pick him up. I found Antonio waiting for me in the entry. "I'm sorry Kev," he said. "For what?" I asked. His look was full of shame as he stared at the floor. "I was supposed to watch out for you," he whispered, "I should have been there. I'm sorry." As tired, and confused, as I was I had to laugh, "It's not your fault, Antonio," I said, "Really. I shouldn't have left the house by myself. Ma...mom and dad told me not too. Don't blame yourself. Besides, Chuck was determined to get me. He would have found a way eventually. It's not your fault." I hugged him and he kissed the top of my head. "I want to see Richy now," I told him, "and then I got to get some sleep." He nodded but I could still see the sorrow in his eyes. "I'll come and see you before I go to bed, OK?" Finally, he smile and I hugged him again before going to see Richy. Richy was sleeping but I could see the tear stains on his cheeks. I sat on his bed and just watched him for a while. I thought back to how different our lives had been and wondered what lay before us, all of us. I ran my hand through his hair and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He stirred and slowly opened his eyes. "Kevin?" he whispered. "Go back to sleep," I said, "Everything's all right." His eyes closed before I finished speaking. He probably thought he was dreaming, and I didn't think he would remember my stopping by in the morning, but I hoped that he would somehow find comfort in my stopping to see him. I guess I was getting a little nostalgic. I stopped in to see each of my siblings; kissing each of them lightly before heading upstairs to say good night to Antonio. He was sitting watching "Interview with the Vampire" but turned it off when I entered. I liked the movie and told him I would have stayed and watched with him if I wasn't so tired. He wanted to know if I wanted to stay, and sleep, with him but I smiled and told him I really did need to `sleep'. We both laughed and he hugged me before I said, "Good night," and turned to leave. "You know," he said, "Before all this happened, I thought I loved you." I turned and looked at him. "Now I know," he continued, "that I'm in love with you. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you or you weren't here anymore." We stared into each other's eyes as he walked toward me. I gave myself to his kiss and our hands roamed one another's bodies. Finally, I broke away and said, "Seduce me tomorrow. I'm to tired tonight." He laughed and called me `brat.' I went to my room and slept till afternoon. It was Tony that woke me: gently brushing my hair and kissing my forehead. I opened my eyes, smiling, and he gently kissed my lips. "Hi," I whispered. "Hi, yourself," he responded smiling, "Why don't you come and join us for lunch. Richy has been asking for you all morning and I don't think we can contain him any longer." I went and jumped into the shower first. I had been too tired the night before, but somehow, I felt I needed to wash away what remained of Chuck. I know it sounds silly but that's how I felt. The puffiness around my eye had gone down quite a bit but it was a purplish color, and was still tender to the touch. My cheek was also sore and still abnormally red. My brothers and sisters were use to the beatings that Chuck gave me, so didn't ask to many questions about that, but they did want to know what happened to him; and where he went. Really the question was, "Is he coming back?" Between Tony and I, I think most of their fears were put aside; all except Donna's and Richy's whom he had put through more hell than anyone besides me. I guess I really never knew how much we all really cared for one another. I mean, we never showed our love for one another when we lived under mom's roof. Now that we were away from there, it seemed that all the feelings that we kept bottled up began pouring out of us. Richy frequently hugged me and kissed me; and so did Donna. The three of us hung out together for most of the remaining week until they had to leave. Marie took Marcy, Jimmy and Robby out most days, to the amusement park, movies, shopping or the zoo. Antonio remarked that he had never seen her happier. "Of course," he said rolling his eyes, "She's always happy when she has someone to fuss over." We all laughed and he put his arms around Donna and Richy saying, "I'm gonna miss you guys. You have no idea what Kevin and I will have to put up with when you're gone." It wasn't really a great thing to say. I knew he meant it kind-heartedly and regretted it as soon as it left his lips, but it still took the wind out of the rest of the afternoon. It was Marcy that said what we had all been thinking as Marie sat with her between her legs braiding her hair. "I wish you could be our mom too," she said it innocently, in only the way an eight year can. Both Jimmy and Robby were quick to yell, "Me too!" as Jimmy jumped on the couch and hugged her. Donna started scolding them saying it was rude but Marie stopped her. "It's OK, Donna," she sang, "It's OK." Donna didn't say anything for a moment or two, and then, she just started to cry. I hugged her and asked her what was wrong. "I want to stay too," she confessed between sobs. Donna didn't think they should take the clothes that Marie bought for them back to their foster homes. "They'll only get ruined," she explained. "Then we'll just have to get you new ones next time, won't we?" Marie answered as she helped them get packed. Donna looked up at her and choked out, "Are we really going to get to come back?" Marie laughed, hugged and kissed the top of her head, saying, "Of course you are." "Promise?" Donna asked. "You have the word of a Bolognia," answered Marie. In the days that followed my brothers and sisters' departure, I often saw Marie in one of the rooms they had used, arranging this or adding that. I came to realize that she was born to be a mother and that she may have missed my siblings more than even I did. She was sitting in the library reading one evening, Tony had gone out on business and Antonio was catching up on some school work he had missed during the party preparations and events that followed, so I sat with her trying to figure out how I was going to ask what I was about to ask. "Mom?" I said at last. "There's something you want to know, isn't there little one?" she responded putting the book down. I nodded. "I was wondering when you would get around to it; seeing it has been on your mind now for days." I simply looked at her and smiled. She patted the couch for me to sit next to her. When I did, she wrapped her arm around me and said, "OK, let's have it." "What happened to Antonio's father?" I asked, "I mean, you should have more kids." "I have you and Antonio," she replied. "I know," I answered, "But I saw how you were with my brothers and sisters. You love kids. Why didn't you have any more." "Oh Kevin," she sighed, "That is such a personal matter." "Please, mom," I begged, "I just want to know. And about your father too." "Kevin," she said looking at me and kissing my forehead, "I don't know what your father intends for you to know, and even I would be afraid to ask his permission to speak of the things you ask. I don't know if I can answer these things for you, little one. I do not know if it is my place." "But you're my mom now," I countered, "and I really want to know." She nodded and said, "Very well, I will speak to your father on your behalf. If he agrees, then and only then, will I tell you what you wish to know. But, please little one, put these things out of your mind for now." Again I nodded but asked, "Does it have something to do with why Vincent said that helping me was repaying an old debt?" It was the first time Marie did not hide her emotions well. Her eyes registered shock before narrowing on me and asking, "When did he say that?" "When I showed him out; and thanked him for helping me." I answered. "Did he say anything else?" "Yes," I answered, "but..." "What?" she asked and it was the first time I could ever recall her not allowing me to finish what I was going to say. I took a deep breath before continuing. I need time to think. I knew that for some reason not only had I asked something that troubled Marie but it also hurt her. "Maybe, you're right," I said, "We shouldn't talk about it." "I'm sorry," she whispered, "It's just you caught me off guard." She laughed nervously and added, "Here I thought you were going to ask if your brothers and sisters could come and live with us; but you ask of other things. I didn't mean to frighten you. But I must know what else Vincent said to you." There was no way around it and so I told her. She nodded when I finished and said, "Thank you," and got up to leave. "He's not in trouble, is he?" I asked. "No little one," she answered, "But now I know where your questions come from and, perhaps, it is why Vincent said what he said to you. I am sure he meant no harm, however, it does mean we will have to deal with some things far sooner than we had thought. Run along now. I will speak with your father as I have promise but put these things far from your mind until I come to you. Do you promise me this?" "I promise," I told her but I knew that now they would be foremost in my mind. It was two days later that I visited Tony in his room after supper. He had just finished taking a shower and was drying his hair when I entered. He smiled and asked, "What are you up too?" I laughed and said, "Oh, I just miss you," and locked the door behind me. "Need someone to talk too, eh?" he asked. "We always talk," I said as I hugged him; and then pulling away I undid the belt to his robe. "What are you up too?" he asked with an acknowledging smile on his face. "Can't you tell when you're being seduced?" I asked. He pulled me close and ran his hand through my hair and down my back. "I thought you and Antonio were getting along fairly well," he posed. I took his hand and led him to his bed; lying down I answered, "Doesn't mean I don't miss you. Besides, I want to collect my birthday present." He undressed me then and we laid naked in each other's arms; kissing for what seemed like ages. He began kissing me down the length of my body, like he had done so many months ago, and I marveled at how my longing for him had been justified. We made love to each other that night; first tenderly and gently, and then with such reckless abandon that our cries of ecstasy had to be heard throughout the entire house. We satisfied our hunger for one another; breaking our long fast, with the bread and wine of each other's bodies. I was drunk with the taste of him when we finally cuddled up together; exhausted yet satisfied in the way only two lover can be; when their days of restraining themselves from each other are over. "Do you think Antonio is awake?" he ask startling me from my light headedness. "What?" I said. "Do you think Antonio is awake?" he repeated. "I think the whole neighborhood is awake," I said remembering our cries as our climates clashed and over ran us. He laughed and said, "Perhaps." "What's the matter," I asked. "It may not seem so," he answered, "But now may be the time to answer some of the questions you have been asking." "I don't understand," I said, "Why now. I just want to lay here with you and fall asleep in your arms." "I know," he answered, "But if anyone knows what we are up to in here, it's Antonio. He deserves not to be slighted." In the end, I slipped on Tony's robe and went to Antonio's room. His light was out, and he was curled up as if asleep, but as soon as I whispered his name he answered, "Have fun?" There was bitterness in his voice. When I told him that Tony had sent me to get him, he sat up asking, "Why?" "I don't know," I teased, "Maybe he's tired of me. Come on." I pulled him out of bed noting his naked body as he slipped on his robe. "So," I asked, "Did you jack off to the sounds we were making?" He laughed then and I knew he had. "Well," he explained, "My lover was off getting laid by someone else. What else was I to do?" Tony had us each lay on one side of him and he kissed Antonio deeply. "I do love you, Antonio," he said, "I love you both. Do you believe this is possible?" Antonio and I looked at him and then at each other. As much as we may all have tried to hide it, the truth was that we all loved one another. "Yes," Antonio said, "I know it's true. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I am a little jealous that you made love to Kevin tonight, and not me, but I forgive you. Next time, though, it better be me!" We all laughed and I reached over and grabbed Antonio's hand across Tony's body. "Then it's settled," Tony sighed, "Now, we need to talk about one other thing." "Gawd Dad," I said, "You sure know how to ruin a good moment. All this talk. Can't we all just lay here together?" "Sure," he answered, "You two just lay there while I tell you about Antonio's father, who even he knows little to nothing about; and your grandfather: the Lion of Bolognia." To my father - who I never knew To my mother I hope you understand To the child - I'll always be To the man - I hope I am. Coming soon: The Lion of Bolognia - Kevin (Part Two) Please send comments to: tom_cup@hotmail.com