Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2007 03:54:27 EST
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brother 2 Brother Chapter 23

BROTHER 2 BROTHER
By Michael Martell

CHAPTER 23

-Eric & Jermaine-


"How is he?" Jermaine asked as I walked back into the bedroom. I looked at
him with surprise. Jermaine was asleep when my cell phone rang. I didn't
want to wake him up so I went into the living and answered the call from
Mohammed. It had been two days since Jamal's suicide attempt. I felt so
terrible for Mohammed and for Sonny. That family had gone through hell and
now they were going through more. Kei was gone, ran away for all intent and
purposes and they were trying to find him but no luck. Jamal was being
released and he was going to meet with a rape counselor, who happened to be
the same one that Sean saw after his rape and who Sean was now dating. I
wished Mohammed well and told him to send my love to Jamal and Sonny. I
ended it by telling him if there was anything I could do to call me. I then
closed the phone and headed back to the bedroom that hours ago Jermaine and
I made love. Things for us had been going slowly but steadily for us. Were
we back together? I don't know. Honestly it felt good being with him
sexually and spending time with him. We had been going to movies, dinner
and having long conversations about us and what we wanted out of life and
out of each other, if there was going to be an us. So much had happened and
we had so much more to go through.

"How did you know^Å" Jermaine smiled and I realized that he must have woke
up during my call with Mohammed and had heard my end of the conversation. I
sat on the edge of the bed. "Jamal is doing better. He's being released and
he's going to meet Matthew Muhammad, the rape counselor who worked with
Sean." I took a hold of Jermaine's hand. Was it instinct or love? "They
have been through so much. I just can't help but wonder if they will make
it."

"Why would you think that?" Jermaine asked me.

I got in the bed so that I was sitting up against the headboard next to
him. He was still under the covers, bare chested and unless he got out of
the bed while I was on the phone, he was buck naked under the sheets. "I
don't know. I mean, can a family go through so much and not have any
problems afterwards." I suddenly was thinking about Sean and Shane. After
Sean's rape they had went through the entire ordeal together and when
Victor died they were there for each other. They seemed to have grown
stronger and their bond unbreakable. But could their relationship survive
another tragic event? I couldn't help but wonder what this would do to
them? I shook my head to chase away the negative thoughts that were
creeping into my head. What was happening to me? Why was I being so deep
and dark? It was then that I looked at Jermaine and realized that what I
was thinking and feeling was what I was thinking and feeling about Jermaine
and I. It was time to talk about it, seriously, and get to the bottom of
it.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Jermaine asked. I looked at him and the expression on
his face told me that he knew we were about to have a serious conversation
about us. "Okay Eric, what's up?"

"Jermaine," I said still sitting up in the bed next to him, "we need to
talk about where this is going."

"I thought we were going to take things one day at a time. I thought that
we were going to work on getting back on track."

"Jermaine, what happened between us. It can't be changed overnight."  "It
hasn't been overnight. I have done everything you have wanted and asked of
me. I have apologized. I have done everything I know how to do. I am
willing to do whatever it takes to make this right." Jermaine declared. I
believed in. In my heart of hearts I believed him. Jermaine would do
anything and everything to make things right between us. But nothing he
could possibly do would erase what was done. Nothing he could ever do would
make me forget what happened. Nothing he could ever do could make me trust
him like I once did. And without trust, I could not be with him. I would
always wonder if he was lying to me. If he was cheating. I didn't want to
become one of those paranoid, suspicious types who went around checking my
man's underwear for cum stains. Search through his cell phone for numbers I
didn't recognize. That was not the life that I wanted to live. I felt
Jermaine reach for my hand and allowed him to take it. We didn't speak for
a long while. I think he knew what was on my mind and was hoping that I
would change my mind. I wasn't and I couldn't do that.

"Jermaine," I began finally, "we need to end this." I watched as Jermaine
pulled himself up in the bed. The sheet fell off his fine chest and I found
myself staring at it and reconsidering my decision, almost. He looked at me
with those sexy soulful eyes and I could tell that his heart was breaking
but he was not going to give up.

"Eric, just give me^Åus a chance." Jermaine pleaded.

"Oh Jermaine," I reached out and touched his face, softly and caressed
it. I wanted so much for this to be different. It couldn't be. What had
happened between us with others was deep and it had to be resolved. But
what we had was over. It was broken and there was no amount of mending that
could fix it.

"Eric, I know I fucked us up but we are still good. We can still have a
life." Jermaine said.

"Jermaine, what I went through made we realize that I have some things to
learn about myself." I decided it was best if I got out of the
bed. Jermaine remained in the bed and I was grateful.

"What do you mean "you have to learn about yourself?"

I faced Jermaine and expressed what was on my mind and what had been on my
mind since it all began. When I first learned that Jermaine was with
someone else I continued on the tour. Why? If my relationship meant
anything to me. If my love for Jermaine was strong nothing would have
stopped me from returning to defend my relationship. To make things
work. But what did I do. I went into the arms of another man feeling
justified because Jermaine had cheated and I had called it quits. If it was
so easy for me to stay where I was. If it was so easy for me to fall into
the arms and have sex with another man, then was our relationship really
anything of substance? As I spoke those words to Jermaine I could see that
he heard me and understood. What Jermaine and I had was nice, it was
beautiful and it was love but it wasn't LOVE! The difference between love
and LOVE is that when something threatens love, you kind of shrug or you
get angry and get even or you just say I'm done and toss it aside for
another. But when someone threatens LOVE. Man, you fight for it. You come
out swinging. Everything in your life stops because that LOVE is your
life. It is what keeps you breathing. It wakes you up. It cradles you are
night. You don't just through that LOVE away. You fight until you can't
fight and then you pull up more and fight on. No book signing, no agent, no
new dick, nothing could have stopped me from returning to Jermaine if we
had LOVE. And if we have LOVE, nothing would have kept Jermaine away from
me. I would not have gone on the tour without him and he would not have let
me go without him, if LOVE was there. An hour and a half later after much
talking and crying we decided that it was best that we did end what we
had. We agreed to still be friends, which I think we both knew what that
actually meant. I didn't want to share a space again with Dre as I began to
realize that I had never lived by myself. I also shared space with
others. My parents at home, Dre in college, Dre after college and now
Jermaine. I needed to know how Eric lived and who I was. It was time for a
major change in my life. What I didn't know was that it was a time for a
major change in all of our lives.

-Mohammed, Sonny & Jamal-

We had finished our prayers and Jamal was upstairs getting ready for his
appointment with Matthew Muhammed, the same counselor who worked with Sean
after his rape. Jamal, who hadn't talked to me nor Sonny about what had
happened nor the rape, had his good moments and bad ones. The nightmares
were bad moments. There were times when he would waking up screaming. I
think the toughest time was when we brought him home from the
hospital. When we walked through the front door he began having problems
breathing. He said his chest hurt and after we rushed him back to the
hospital we were informed that he had a panic attack. The adjustment to
returning home was going to be a long one, according to Matthew. But he was
every bit encouraging and was available anytime we needed him. I had spoken
to the doctors at the Rehab center and asked them if it was possible for
Jamal and his mother to visit. After the rehab doctors, Matthew and a
psychiatrist all talked it was agreed that a mother and son visit would do
them both a world of good. They did suggest that they speak on the phone
first and they did. It seemed to go well. I didn't eavesdrop on the call
because I had a feeling that Jamal wanted to say some things to his mother
that would have been uncomfortable to say in my presence. When he was
finished with her he came out, gave me a hug and then said that she wanted
to speak to me. I could only imagine what she had to say. I'm sure she had
some blame for me, which was fine because I had some of my own for
myself. I was surprised when I spoke to Tina and the first thing she told
me was to stop blaming myself. She told me that I was a great father and
that what had happened was no within my control. As I listened to her she
sounded like the Tina I had met many years ago and had fallen in love
with. She was lucid, witty, caring, sensitive and concerned for others. She
admitted that she still had a long way to go and that she was not ready for
what life had for her but that she was getting there. She admitted that it
was going to take a lot of time but that she was dedicated to getting
well. She wanted to be in Jamal's life as his mother and also his
friend. She also wanted to be in my life as my friend. I had to admit that
Tina, as a friend, was the best friend you could have. I told her I would
like that too.

Things between Sonny and I were very good but we were both worried about
Kei. No one had heard from him not even Sonny's family in Hawaii. We had
checked in with Detective Linton, who informed us that they had followed up
a couple of leads on Dalziel only to have just missed him before he
left. It seemed that he had went to a hotel and stayed a night before he
departed for parts unknown. He was pretty candid when he said that the
chances of them finding him were slim but that they weren't giving up but
they had other cases that they had to focus on. One being against those who
participated in the wild party out our home and those who did participate
in the sex acts against my son and Kei. Several people had been found,
arrested and would stand trial. However, it was clear that the ring leader
was Dalziel and though those who were involved after the fact would be
punished, Dalziel was the one who would pay the ultimate price, if they
ever caught him. In the meantime Sonny focused on Jamal's health and well
being. Since we both made good money wrestling and invested wisely we were
comfortable. We got better news that neither one of us expected. It seemed
that the XWF had actually been working in red and was in debt up to its
turnbuckles. David Duncan, that asshole that use to work for Miller tried
to buy the company but failed to raise the money.  Out of nowhere Global
Sports Entertainment, a billion dollar company that owned Global
Championship Wrestling, had acquired XWF, lock, stock and debt. The
chairman of Global Sports Entertainment was a tough woman by the name of
Lois Elaine Crossley and the most powerful woman in the sport of
professional wrestling, something that was just unheard of. They wanted to
know if we would be returning to wrestling. We both said we were
uncertain. Even though we were our agent thought it was best to let GSE
wonder. It worked. They offered to buy out our contracts and give us 20%
more if we agreed to not compete for any other company for two years, give
them the right to make us a contract offer. Sonny and I were still hot
draws and the GSE did not want us going to another company or even starting
our own to give them competition. The buying out of our contract for 20%
more meant that we both would make a cool one million five. We jumped at
the offer. The money would allow us to take care of our family and not be
pressured financially. We both decided that even though we were worried
about Kei. He did leave on his own and that it would have to be up to him
to contact us and come home.

I was walking to the kitchen to get some water when I passed by the living
room where Sonny was watching the TV. It sounded like the news was on. I
continued on when I heard him call my name urgently. I went back into the
living room to see Sonny on his feet dialing the telephone.

"Sonny? What's going on?"

"Look!" Sonny was pointing at the TV screen. I turned, looked and
listened. Apparently they were evacuating several buildings in downtown
Philadelphia because of a bomb threat. I wasn't surprised with Osama Bin
Ladin still out there. I turned to Sonny, puzzled. "Do you know something
about this?" I asked.

"May I speak to Det. Linton please?" Sonny was saying into the phone. He
then looked at me. "did you see him?"

"See who?"

"Kei. He's there. He's in Philadelphia!"

I looked at the TV screen again. This time searching for Kei's face. The
CNN news reporter was standing in front of the Marriott Courtyard Hotel in
down town Philadelphia. The camera was moving around at people
evacuating. There was no way that Sonny could have seen Kei but I didn't
want to say that. He had been thinking he's seen his son everywhere
lately. I was getting concerned for him. He was telling whoever he was
talking to have Det. Linton call him immediately. He hung up the phone and
I turned to him.

"Sonny I didn't see Kei,"

"What?" Sonny said, "he was right^Å" he stopped as he looked at the TV,
"the camera moved but he was there. He was right there." Sonny seemed so
sure of it. I could only imagine what he was feeling. Not knowing where his
son was.

"Sonny, why don't you sit down and let's turn this off." I suggested.

"No! No damnit. I know my son. And I saw him. He was there. He was right^Å"
Sonny stopped talking as his eyes grew wide. "THERE! LOOK!"

I turned my head and I couldn't believe my eyes. The camera was on the CNN
reporter and right behind the reporter moving through the crowd was
Kei. There was no question about it. It was Kei. He was in Philadelphia. He
was alive and looked well. But what was he doing in Philadelphia and how
did he get there.


-Dalziel-

Philadelphia is my type of town. They should call it Freak-a-delphia
because there are a whole lot of freaks here. It had been a continuous
freak parade since I got here four days ago. My cousin Teck had me set up
fo' sho. I had this bomb ass apartment near downtown Philadelphia and
thanks to Teck, who is a computer whiz amongst the other hustles he had on
the side. He hooked me up with a new id, credit card, and had a brother
hooked up in the best apartment money could buy. The apartment was hooked
up as well and included a full set up of computer and video equipment. He
told me that it wouldn't be long before I was back in business but in the
mean time I should get to know the lay of the land. So under my new
identity as Devon Saunders I hit the spots in Philadelphia. I rolled up to
this club called Xanadu, supposed to be the hottest club in Philly. I paid
my money to get in and I checked out the scene. It wasn't bad and as I
looked around diggin' the scene and scopin' things out ever eye was on
me. After all I was new meat on the market and the customers wanted a
slice. I went to the bartender and ordered me a Henny and coke and turned
around to check things out. I noticed this brotha on the dance floor
dancing and moving all across the dance floor. He was having a lot of
fun. He was about 6ft tall with a lean body. He had a big smile on his face
and it looked like he was just enjoying everything. He looked in my
direction so I nodded at him and sipped my drink. A few seconds later he
removed his shirt and was dancing shirtless. It was then that I saw that he
was lean but his body, especially his abs were tight. He was young too,
couldn't be more than 22 years old. As I watched him move my dick grew
hard. I needed some action and I wanted it from him. I kept staring at him
and when he looked in my direction again he smiled and wiggled his hips for
me. After fifteen minutes of the flirt game he walked over to me, his shirt
still off, covered and dripping in sweat and his scent was as a sweet mix
of cologne, musky sweat and alcohol.

"Wassup, my name is Anthony." He said, standing directly in front of me.

"Devon," I said, looking at his face. He wasn't handsome but he wasn't
ugly. His eyes seemed to be set too close together and his nose a little
too long but there was something about him that made you look. It was his
sexiness. He wore it well. He was stylish too. He was wearing name brand
designer jeans and the shirt that he took off was a designer as well. He
was wearing two diamond cross earrings, one in each ear and he sported a
diamond and gold grill that matched his earrings in his mouth.

"Cool. So what's on your mind, Devon?" He asked.

"Takin' you some where and fuckin' your brains out."

Anthony chuckled, "That's wassup. You gotta place to go?"

"Damn straight, playa." I said.

"Cool. Buy me another drink and I'm all yours."

I agreed. For a thug lookin' brotha he drunk a sissy drink. Cosmopolitan
made with Grey Goose. He sucked it down and we talked. His name was Anthony
Boone and he was a student at Lincoln University where he played basketball
and was studying Mass Communication. He had a bit of a troubled youth but
was hoping to do better and was so far. While he chatted and drank another
Grey Goose Cosmo, I checked him out and as I did I was getting hornier by
the second. I reached down and grabbed his dick. It was hard as a rock. He
stopped talking then. He knew what was up. When we got back to my place it
was on. I wanted to see him naked and started removing his clothes. Damn,
nigga was sexy and he had a thick long dick and a juicy ass. I had to get a
video of this.

"Hey man, how you feel about me video taping your sexy body." I said.

"Video tape? What for?" he asked looking at me suspiciously.

"Yeah. I'm looking for sexy thug models and I think you can do it."

"Nah man, I can't do that." Anthony said.

I nodded. I have heard no before and I knew how to handle no. "That's
cool. Hey, you want another drink before we do the damn thing?"

Anthony shrugged, "Sure,"

I went into the kitchen and poured two glasses of Henny. I put coke in both
but something extra in Anthony's. The roofies worked once and it worked
well. Why not another shot. I returned with the drinks and handed Anthony
his. He downed his drink in several gulps. He was horny and ready for
action. We went into my bedroom. I removed my clothes and had him lay on
his stomach on my bed. That ass was juicy and I wanted that. I spread his
cheeks and began eating his ass. Anthony moaned and groaned as my tongue
drove into that hot hole.

"OOOH Ahhhh shit^Åyeah, yeah, eat that ass^Åahhhh^Å"

He was wiggling and jiggling that ass driving it into my face. He wanted me
to get it all and I was going to take. But I also had a surprise for
him. As I was eating his ass he hand his hand underneath him jacking his
dick. My dick was ready and rock hard and so was his ass. I drove my dick
into his ass with one hard thrust. Anthony yelped and tried to get away but
I held him tight and began drilling that juicy ass slapping it with my
hand. Anthony stopped resisting and started going with me. I was drilling
him doggie style and he was screaming and taking it like a bitch. I was on
the verge of nuttin' but it wasn't time. It didn't feel right. Then
suddenly Anthony's movements seemed different. The roofies had gone to
work. It was then that I felt ready to bust. I slam pile drove that ass
until I busted in his ass. God, it was the best nut I had since, since that
damn party. I withdrew my dick and looked down at Anthony. Yeah, it was
time. I got my video camera set up and began posing Anthony Boone in all
the positions I wanted. I was getting horny again I had to hit that ass
again. I put on my black mask and then got onto the bed and once again I
drilled that ass. I turned him so that the camera could see everything I
was doing. Oh yeah, I was going to love Philadelphia, correction,
freak-a-delphia.

-Kei-

Philadelphia was not a place to be if you didn't have any money and knew no
one. I couldn't go back to my Dad and Mohammed but Philadelphia was not
hitting on much for me. When I got off at the train station in downtown
Philly I realized that what little money I had was not going to hold me. I
didn't have a residence and finding a place to live was going to be damn
hard. I didn't have any choice. I had to use what had served me well. My
body. My first encounter was with a white guy, who was fifty but looked
seventy. I gave him a blow job in the bathroom and copped me $50. That
would be enough for a one night stay in a hotel but I was hungry too. It
was then that my next one was another white guy, he looked 40 and was
40. He had a nice body. He was down for a blow job but he wanted to give it
to me. $50 he could suck me I told him. He sucked my dick in the bathroom
stall, the same one that I sucked the other guys. It felt good but I
couldn't get lost in the feeling. This wasn't for joy this was for
survival. He almost gagged on my dick. When I told him I was about to cum
he told me to cum on his face. He offered me an extra $10 and shot all over
his face.

"You have a sexy body and a great dick," he said after he cleaned off his
face, "how would you like to stay with me in Philadelphia. I'll pay you
$200 a night to suck your dick and you fuck me."

"$500," I replied.

He chuckled, "$250"

"$450,"

"$300,"

"$400,"

We agreed at $400. His name was George. He was staying at the Marriott
Court Yard in downtown Philadelphia. He was in town for business, he didn't
say and I didn't ask. Our deal was suck and fuck at $400 a night. The room
he had was a fucking suite. As soon as we walked in the door, George was on
his knees and was sucking my dick. I closed my eyes, my dick was not
responding. But once I thought about Jamal it got hard as before and George
was gagging. It started feeling good, damn good. It was because I was
thinking about Jamal. I shook the image away and this time when I nutted he
laid on his back and I nutted on his chest and stomach. I took a shower. I
didn't have a change of clothes and I shared the bed with George butt ass
naked. I just wanted to sleep but George wanted more. He wanted me to fuck
him. I wanted to refuse but decided that if I fucked him I could get some
rest. George wanted it doggie style and that suited me. I put on a condom
and went at it. George moaned and cursed and called me somoan savage, even
though he knew I was African-American and Hawaiian. This time I busted on
his back. I fell asleep from exhaustion. The next morning there was $400 in
an envelope next to me and a note that he had a meeting and that he would
be back at 5pm. I had $450 dollars and time on my hands. He left a copy of
the room key so I decided that I would go out and get me some clothes and
check out Philadelphia. I was back by 430 and George was back by 5pm and
was horny as hell. He sucked me off three times before we got something to
eat. After dinner he wanted me to fuck him in the shower. I did. The next
morning there was another envelope with 400 dollars and another note saying
that he enjoyed himself and that I had the room for one more night before I
would have to pay. One night was $219 a night. Since I still had a nice
chuck of change left I walked around Philadelphia looking for fun. No sex
just fun. I started to think about what had happened and how I ended up
here. I started thinking about my Dad, Mohammed, Jamal. I missed them. But
I couldn't go back. The more I thought about not going back the more I
wanted to. I needed to get them out of my mind. I bought a bottle of wine
and was heading back to the hotel. My plan was to get blasted drunk out of
my head. I sat on the foot of the bed drinking wine and thinking about my
fucked up life. I passed out and the next thing I knew the phone was
ringing and I was told to evacuate the hotel there had been a bomb threat
in the area. I grabbed my money and my clothes and left. When I got outside
fucking CNN and news trucks were everywhere. I needed to find another place
to stay. I thought about calling my Dad and letting him know that I was
okay but decided that he was better off without hearing from me. Besides,
he would know that I was alive. I walked past the CNN cameras on my search
for another place to rest my head and another man willing to pay.

-Shane & Sean-

I still could not believe that Shane was leaving to live in New Orleans
with Vincent. Even after seeing them together and telling that they were in
love and that he was happy, I just couldn't think about my life without
Shane here. True, I had Matthew but it wasn't like having Shane with me
here. Matthew was working with Mohammed's son Jamal and that was taking a
great deal of his time. When he did come over he seemed distracted as if
some thing was on his mind. Of course what had happened to poor Jamal and
the counseling he was going through was a lot. I was in the kitchen making
dinner for everyone. Matthew was coming over after work and Shane and
Vincent, well, they were in Shane's room. They were leaving for New Orleans
in the morning. This was our last night together. I heard the front door
open and heard Matthew come in. He called out and I went into the living
room. Matt sat on the sofa. He removed his shoes. He looked tired.

"Tough day?" I asked as I sat on the sofa with him. I gave him a kiss.

"Yeah. I had a session with Jamal Moyenda." Matt sighed, "what he went
through^ÅGod, I hope they find the man who did this to him."

I held his hand. Matthew loved his job but there were times when it just
got to him and this was one of those times. I could tell. I wanted to make
him happy. But this case was getting to him.

"I hope they do to. Jamal can have some closure." Even though Silk was
dead, I didn't feel like I had closure. I never got to confront him. I
never got to ask him why. I never got to see him answer to his crimes in
front of a court of law. I wanted Jamal to have what I never got. Matt
wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek.

"Still wishing you had closure?" Matt asked.

"Yes." I confessed, " I do. I mean, I'm in control of my life but I
feel^Ådeep inside that a piece of my life and a piece of me is gone
forever. I can't and won't get it back."

Matthew looked into my eyes and kissed me. It was a wonderful passionate
kiss. When the kiss ended I felt more in love than I had ever felt.

Vincent and I were in my room packing up the rest of my things that I was
taking with me to New Orleans. I still could not believe it. When I called
Momma V and told her what had happened she was so excited. So was I. My
time with Vincent here was good. It allowed Sean to see how happy we
were. It was going to be tough leaving him but I had to and now more than
ever. Matthew had been acting oddly and there was a time or two when it was
just him and I that he expressed his intention of telling Sean how he felt
and that he and I had been sexual one time. I had begged him not to. I told
him that I loved Vincent and that my life with him was going to be
great. Matthew threatened to tell Vincent, I could allow that. Lucky for
everyone he took on Jamal Moyenda as a client and it kept him busy. But it
was time to go. Once he was gone then Matthew could direct his attention
back to Sean, where it belonged. I would miss Sean, I would miss him a
lot. But I was also excited about the fact that I would be having a life
away from my twin. A life of my own. It was too exciting. Vincent wrapped
his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. I had to admit it felt good to
be in his arms. In the arms of someone who loved me and who I could love. I
wasn't in love with Vincent but I loved him and over time I knew I would
feel deeper for him.

"Are you sure about this?" Vincent asked.

I turned and looked at him, "Yes, I am very sure. I want this Vincent. I
want this with you."

Vincent smiled at me and when he did I saw Victor in his eyes. I smiled
before I kissed Vincent.

"I love you, Shane." Vincent said.

"I love you, too." I said back to him.

Dinner was ready Shane and Vincent sat next to each other while Matthew and
I sat together. The conversation was good as was the food. I still couldn't
believe that this time tomorrow I would be here alone and he would be in
New Orlean. Life for us all was going to be different.

"So Matt man," Vincent said, "you gonna move in after we leave?" Everyone
at the table went silent. I looked at Matthew, he looked at me. Then
suddenly I broke the silence when I said.

"Matthew," I said, "why not. There is a lot of space and well^ÅI mean, if
you want to." I suddenly felt like I needed to hide under some
thing. Matthew looked around the table before looking at me and smiling.

"Only if you want me to."

"I do Matthew. I do,"

The news that Matthew was going to move in with Sean was surprising. But
what was more surprising was my reaction. I was jealous. I was jealous as
hell.

Sean drove us to the airport. He said goodbye to Vincent, who took our
luggage to be checked in. Sean and I stood looking at each other.

"I can't believe it. You are really going away." Sean said fighting back
tears.

"I can't believe it either. I'm going to miss you so much," I said.

"I'm going to miss you too," Sean said. We embraced tightly both of us
crying.

"I love you Sean," I said to him.

"I love you Shane," Sean replied back.

-Julien-

We were in Goodybody's gym on my day off. Damar had decided that he wanted
to start working out and working out together did a lot for our
relationship and our sex life, to tell the truth. Working out also helped
me to clear my mind. I was frustrated with this whole Dalziel situation. He
had disappeared and we had no idea where he was and even if we did getting
him back may be tough as well. I was watching Damar lifting some weights
and enjoying the sight when my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID
and saw that it was my partner Carlos. I answered the phone. I was
surprised to hear that Sonny and Mohammed thought they saw Kei in
Philadelphia. Well, that was a bit of good news. I hung up the phone and
decided that on my day off it would be best if my cell phone wasn't on my
hip. I told Damar I was going to put my cell phone in my bag in the locker
room. I was very happy with my relationship with Damar. The fact that he
came back when he did was great. I had to admit that I owed this to
Andre. He was the reason why I was happy right now.

"Sup Julien?"

I looked up to see Andre standing there, his gym bag in hand.

"Andre, what's going on?" I said.

"Not much just getting ready to work out."

I couldn't help but look at his body. The one thing about Andre was that he
had a sexy body. "So are we."

"We?" Andre asked.

"Yes. Damar and I."

"That's your ex."  "Was my ex. We are back together."

"Oh. That's cool." Andre said.

"Well, I better get going. Be good Dre," I said and then left the locker
room. I was glad to be leaving the locker room. I saw Damar lifting
weights, he had removed his shirt and was looking very sexy. I walked up
behind him and pulled on his nipples from behind.

"King," he sighed, "stop,"

"How'd you know it was me?" I asked,

"I know your touch." Damar said turning to look at me.

"Let's go. I have another work out for us." I said feeling horny as
hell. Damar smiled and I knew it was on. We both headed back to the locker
room to get our things just as Andre walked out almost colliding with
us. We all looked at each other, said our excuse me's and went on our
way. I happened to glance back and caught Andre looking at us. He looked
sad and I felt sorry for him. I hoped he would find happiness.

-Dre-

I have a new motto in my life. Fuck! That was it. You know hooking up with
Julien may have brought me out of the closet but I say make the best of it
and just^ÅFUCK! Maybe Dalziel had the right idea. Eric and Jermaine,
Mohammed and Sonny, Julien and his boy they could have that relationship
shit. I say this, Just fuck. I was about to start my work out when I
noticed this light skinned brother with green eyes staring at me. I knew
that stare. Oh yeah, that yella nigga wanted some of the Hard 9 and Dre was
ready, willing and able to please. Yeah, the Hard 9 was back.


-EPILOGUE- 2005


Time marches on and moves forward. The passage of time brings changes. It
marks the end of the old and the beginning of the new. It also holds the
secret of the future and the surprises that it holds.

ERIC

Eric moved into his own place, a nice modest townhouse. He returned on his
book tour and began working on his next novel, a work of fiction that
garnered even more praise than his first work. There was talk of a movie
based on his second novel that he called "Brothahood". It was called a
sexy, sensual, gay urban story. E. Lynn Harris and James Earl Hardy look
out. Eric Robinson was coming. He stayed very busy writing and creating and
learning about himself. He learned a lot. It had been a year since his
relationship with Jermaine had ended and though they promised to remain
friends, they drifted apart. Jermaine met someone else and got married. She
had no idea that he was gay. They moved to Chicago. Eric learned that
Jermaine and his wife, Nina, had a baby boy. A son they named Eric. Eric is
still single but happy. He has much to keep him busy as he has also become
a bit of a radio celebrity with his own radio talk show that is being heard
in over 50 cities and growing.


MOHAMMED, SONNY, JAMAL & KEI

Time heals all wounds and lessens the pain of lose. Mohammed and Sonny
remained solid and loyal in their relationship. Neither one returned to
wrestling. Mohammed, seeing what his son had been going through decided
that there were young men who needed guidance and help. He started his own
community based mentor program designed to help African American boys cope
with many things. It was a way to help them become responsible men by
giving them positive African American role models. It was then that a young
runaway was placed with Mohammed and Sonny as a foster child. His name was
Romeo, he was a sixteen year old afro-latino youth who had been abandoned
by his parents when it was discovered he was gay. It was felt that being
placed in a house where there were strong, positive male role models would
help him.

Sonny returned to wrestling briefly before leaving it all together. He
helped Mohammed with his community based mentor program. He also purchased
Goodbody's gym when it's owner died of a heart attack. The success of
Goodbody's Gym lead to him opening up another in a three different
locations. Life was good, he had a successful business, and he was in a
wonderful relationship and had a growing family. He only wished he knew
where Kei was. After he and Mohammed went to Philadelphia and spent a month
looking for him they received a letter that he was doing fine and that they
did not need to worry about him. He apologized for what happened and asked
them to tell the same thing to Jamal. They were unsuccessful at tracking
his location from the letter.

Jamal Moyenda, after all he had been through, entered college. He was
accepted at Lincoln University in Philadelphia. He had worked through all
that had happened to him and had accepted the fact that he was gay. Being
away from home allowed him to find himself and develop as a person. He
still thought about Kei and wanted him to know that he didn't blame him for
what happened to them. He just wanted Kei to know that and wanted him to
know that he was happy. Jamal met a young man, Kwesi Brandon, who was the
star of the Lincoln University Lions basketball team. Jamal was crazy about
him and Kwesi was crazy about him. Every now and then he would think about
Kei and Dalziel. It was fate that he would learn about both of them while
in Philadelphia. Kwesi had purchased a gay porn dvd starring a porn star
known for his big dick and sexy look. His name was sexy too, Kei
Lorenzo. When Jamal saw the dvd he recognized Kei, his Kei as the porn
star. Jamal shook his head. He was able to get in touch with Kei. They
spoke and Jamal promised that he would not tell their fathers what he was
doing now. Two weeks later a name was arrested for slipping his victims
roofies and videotaping them. There were four and two of them accused him
of raping them. The man was none other than Dalziel and after his arrest
Det. Julien Linton arrived to charge him with the same crime concerning
Jamal and Kei. He was found guilty and was sentenced to 20 years in prison
and he still had to stand trial in the matter of Jamal and Kei. Jamal
finally had closure.

Kei became Kei Lorenzo after leaving Philadelphia for New York where he
entered the gay porn industry. He modeled for gay magazines and made gay
video porn. If he was going to use his body he might as well make all the
money he could at it. He did contact his father to let him know he was
okay. He didn't want his father nor Mohammed to know what he was doing. As
Kei Lorenzo he was one of the best versatile porn performers around. He did
so well in New York that he stayed. He was single and intended to stay that
way. Dating and the porn world did not mix very well.

DALZIEL

Dalziel had become so hooked on having sex with those he drugged that he
could not have sex with anyone who was not doped up on roofies. Afterwards
he would videotape them and would jack off watching the tape. He never
figured anyone would say anything. But someone did and it resulted in the
police busting down his door. Not only did they find the video tapes, the
equipment and the roofies. They also found the fake IDs and credit
cards. He was now going to serve 20 years at Russell G. Oswald Correctional
Facility. Dalziel figured that he could make it in prison, even for 20
years. He didn't. Dalziel was found hung in his cell. The inmate that did
it was a former college basketball stand out named Anthony Boone, who was
serving ten years for involuntary homicide. No one could prove that Anthony
Boone was the man who murdered him and no one seemed to care.

JULIEN & ANDRE

Det. Sgt. Julien Linton and Damar remain together,
happily. Det. Sgt. Linton has been highly decorated and on February 10,
2005 he was promoted to Det. Lieutenant after the successful conviction of
Dalziel. He and Damar moved into a bigger house. Damar went to work for a
community based mentor program. Andre still living by his motto Fuck, was
doing just that. The Hard 9 was still working overtime.

SEAN & MATTHEW

Their relationship continued to grow and develop over the years. Matthew's
work with men who survived rape and sexual assault resulted in him writing
a book. Doing book tours and even appearing on Oprah. He continued his work
and was a member of the board of directors for New Beginnings program,
started by Mohammed Moyenda. Sean was happy to have Matthew. He was crazy
in love with him. Sean was promoted at Compu-Tech to Division Manager, a
position he loved. It afforded him more time to do other things such as
serve on the Board of New Beginnings. Life was very good for them both but
something major brewing in the Atlantic was about to effect them as well as
the entire country.

SHANE & VINCENT


Shane and Vincent were living together in New Orleans. Momma V could not be
happier to have them together and down in New Orleans with her. Shane
remained with Goodbody's Gym after it was purchased by Sonny and was made a
regional manager. Vincent began taking college courses online. He wanted to
do more with his life. Computers were the thing to get into and he hoped
that he could make a very good living with it. He wanted to be the type of
man that Shane deserved. They were in love and nothing could change that.

KATRINA

On the morning of August 29, 2005 Hurricane Katrina, as a strong category 3
storm hit made landfall in Southern Louisianna. The storm surge caused the
levees to bust and New Orleans, especially the lower Ninth Ward was
devastated. Those who could not get out had to endure great suffering,
heartache, pain and fear. While family and friends all over wondered about
their loved ones and friends.

Eric, Mohammed, and Sean all waited to hear what had happened to their
friend and brother, Shane Jackson. So far there has been no word.


[The story of these men, these friends, these brothers is far from
over. There is more to tell and I plan on telling it. However, I am going
to take a break from them to work on some other things. I sincerely
appreciate everyone who had followed these characters that I created from
Brothers Like Us to Brother 2 Brother. I have some amazing and dedicated
fans who have waited for months to read the next chapters of my work. I
love all the readers of my work but those I love even more for their
dedication. I want to thank Nifty for posting my work. What more can I
say. I was given a talent by God. I hope that I have used it well. I will
return with a new piece of work called "Mavericks". I hope you all will
enjoy it. Until we meet again. Thanks for everything.

Michael Martell


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