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Secret Desires - Part 4 (*slash*)
For disclaimers and such, see part one.
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~KURT'S POV~
I smile as Mr. Calloway opens the door. I don't know why Hunter practically forbid me to come here. It's an
antique shop for crying out loud, and I'm not a child that he can boss around.
"Good afternoon, deputy," Mr. Calloway whispers calmly as he motions for me to enter.
Mr. Calloway doesn't seem like the demonic creature that Hunter and Matt was making him out to be. He's very
polite and kind enough to let me roam around the shop without following me every step of the way.
My eyes widen as they fall upon a box.
COMIC BOOKS!
He chuckles as he sees my reaction. "I think you might like this one," he whispers holding up an old and battered
book.
"Olympic Hero?" I ask, lifting a confused eyebrow. "I don't remember that one."
"It even comes with two gold metals," he whispers, pulling the metals from the bottom of the box.
"WOW!" I exclaim happily. I had always been fascinated by the olympics. I had even made it to the finals, but I
injured my shoulder before I had a chance to compete. I know that I would've won if I had been given the
opportunity.
I take the metals from him. My fingers caressing the silk of the red, white, and blue ribbons that held the precious
metals.
"Put it on," he encourages.
I blush as I pull the ribbons over my head.
He admires them on me for a minute. "They look good on you, Kurt," he whispers.
"Thank you," I say, blushing more deeply as I flip through the book. My eyes widen as I notice the characters.
"Hey!
This guy looks like Hunter," I whisper with a slight chuckle, already dying to show the book to Hunter. "And the
Olympic hero...well....looks like me."
"Really?" Marcus whispers with a slight chuckle.
Something about the chuckle sends a shiver down my spine.
"How much?" I gasp, suddenly terrified of the man standing before me, but not wanting to leave the store without
the book.
"It's priceless....one of a kind," he muses.
I gasp again. I want it and I don't care how much that I have to pay for it. The Olympic hero gets to kiss the guy
that looks like Hunter!
"How much?" I whisper again, hating how weak my voice sounded.
He chuckles. "You don't have enough money, however....."
"Yes?" I whisper, eager to make a deal.
"I do need a favor."
"Favor?" I ask, then shake my head. "Anything," I whisper, just hoping that it wasn't illegal.
His huge arm snakes around my waist as he leads me to the sitting area. "Let's sit down and discuss it, shall we?"
I clutch the comic book and metals to my chest tightly like a small child refusing to give up it's new found toy.
"Alright," I whisper, shivering as he sits down close to me.
Damn, he's huge.
~MARCUS' POV~
Kurt's innocence is so refreshing and somewhat amusing. He's a child in a man's body, but he is the key to the
sheriff. I will use him to seduce and capture the soul of the almighty Hunter.
I grin as Kurt flips through the pages. His eyes widen as he comes to the part where the hero claims his lover. His
very male lover.
I chuckle under my breath. "Find something interesting in there?"
"NO!" He gasps, blushing deeply as he slams the book closed.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
"It has been called to my attention that the sheriff doesn't like me," I whisper in a mocked hurt expression.
Kurt frowns. "He just doesn't know you."
"Precisely. That is why I'm counting on you to help me," I whisper softly.
"Help you?" He asks confused.
"Help convince Hunter that he is wrong about me. I'm just a simple shopkeeper trying to make a living," I whisper,
hiding my smirk. "But whatever you do, do not tell him that you paid me a visit. Do this and the book is yours."
He nodded. "Easy enough," he whispers smiling, thinking that he had made the cheapest and easiest purchase of
his young life.
I extend my hand and he shakes on it, sealing his fate.
He leaves.
I smile as I hear him whistling as he flips through the pages. I reach for my book and scribble his name in it.
I glance at the clock and realize that I will have company very soon. Thoughts of Jason causes me to lick my lips in
anticipation.
~MATT'S POV~
I wave good-bye to the sheriff as he pulls away. It's been almost ten months since my last mental breakdown, but
everyone if afraid that I'm due for another one.
I smile as I realize that I'm lucky for having such a good community that cares about me.
Jeff hadn't just been my brother, he was my life. When he died, part of me died with him. If it hadn't been for the
good people of Prosperity, I would've killed myself a long time ago.
"M-a-t-t," the voice whispers again.
I whirl around to see the motorcycle parked under the huge oak tree that Jeff used to park it so long ago.
Impossible. It wasn't there a moment ago.
I look down the road and the sheriff's car is slowly disappearing with a cloud of dust behind it.
A feeling of panic and dread almost overwhelms me as I walk toward the bike.
I jump as it starts up on it's own.
"Come on, Matt! Let's go for a ride," the voice whispers.
I gasp as a ghostly form suddenly takes shape.
"Jeff?" I gasp.
"Matt," Jeff acknowledges me with a slight growl. "Did you miss me brother?"
I'm speechless as I slowly back away. No way that this thing is my baby brother.
Not possible. I keep repeating it over and over again.
Jeff chuckles briefly before his expression changes to that of a serious, spiteful one.
"Why Matt? Why did you do it?"
I scream as I start to run down the dirt road. The faint sound of a motorcycle echoes behind me.
GOD HELP ME!
"God can't help you now," Jeff whispers.
I turn and see him riding along beside of me. His rainbow hair blowing freely in the wind.
"NO!" I scream.
~MARCUS' POV~
I smile as I hear Jeff's bike in the distance. Younger brother is back for revenge.
I walk into my bedroom and strip out of my clothes. I stroke my cock as I imagine how tight and hot sweet little
Jason is going to be as he submits to me and accepts me as his master. His God.
I pull on my black silk robe as I wait for my three very unsuspecting guests to arrive.
Images of Terry and Adam together made me growl and want Jason even more. Adam had been so hot, but I
knew that he must be sacrified to obtain Terry.
Tonight would be night that none of them would forget, if they lived through it.
~TBC~
