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A Prehistorical Love Clan, Pt. 1

I’m writing a bit about my prehistoric characters (a homo sapien woman ((Saien)), a neanderthal man ((Garman)), a homo heidelbergensis man ((Zakji)), and a homo erectus man((Tuk))).

Tuk sat up and yawned, noticing the sun peeking into the cave he and his friends had settled into for the while. He looked around at his friends who were still sleeping. Garman was snoring rather loudly, as he always did. Zakji was babbling on in his sleep, as he did every so often.

“No, ha jaharha el no boka, hehe ahjami koba!” The buff, hairy man grumbled with amusement as dreamt. Tuk had no idea what his tall friend was talking about or even dreaming about, but it sounded like a good dream and that made him happy nonetheless.

 He then looked over at Saien, who seemed to just be waking up as well. She smiled when she saw Tuk looking at her.

“Good morning, Tuk.” Her green eyes gave him a very warm and fuzzy feeling deep inside. He smiled back and nodded at her. He was still struggling with her language. Garman seemed to have a decent grasp of it and Zakji was also doing rather well with it, but Tuk found it harder for him. Still, he understood what the others were usually getting at when they spoke to him and that was what was important. Tuk himself relied on actions and verbal cues to communicate most of his needs and thoughts.

 Saien noticed it was a bit chilly that morning. She pulled on her loincloth and then draped a skin around her shoulders. Tuk was finally getting the hang of clothes and he was glad for it when the colder temperatures came around. He got his loin cloth tied up and Saien gave him a skin to wrap around his shoulders as well. Both of them exited the cave together and looked out at the beautiful unspoiled nature before them.

 Tuk wanted to tell Saien how attractive and sweet she was. He couldn’t figure out how to do that in her language and wasn’t sure how to even ask the other two. And “Kajooba tuwa ga boo.” probably wouldn’t make much sense to her. And then there was the fact he didn’t feel like the most desirable male of the group and was sure she didn’t feel the same way about him. So, friends they were.

 There was a commotion coming from inside the cave behind them.

“Ah, ya fool! Too cold outside!” Garman was heard shouting.

“Haha!” Zakji came running out of the cave naked, circled around in front of Tuk and Saien, then stopped.

“Brr, cold!” He shook his head so hard that his messy and greasy black hair flapped about as well, despite him having Saien just chop a bit of it off recently since it was getting too long and annoying for him. He sighed and ran back into the cave as fast as he came out. Saien and Tuk laughed together.

“Ah, no sense!” Garman sighed and walked up next to him. He was dressed in an animal skin shirt and a long skin wrapped around his waist.

 Zakji finally emerged from the cave with his loin cloth on and a big skin wrapped around him.

“Too cold. Must warm up as fire ball rising in sky, yes?”

“Yes, it will. No worries.” Saien smiled.

 The four of them took a walk together as they always tried to in the morning. Tuk found himself studying Garman and Zakji. They looked much more like suitable mates for Saien, he thought. They even looked more like her, just with much more hair. They were tall and strong and smarter than him. He was small and simple and not nearly as strong.

 As Zakji wished, it warmed up as the day went on and they all could be comfortable in just their loincloths. They wanted to have a big meal that day, so they decided to hunt. Garman offered to hunt a beast. Zakji felt they should also have fish and he would get that. Saien decided to help Zakji and maybe pick some fruit from plants as a side to eat as well. Tuk offered to set up a fire to cook the meats. This arrangement worked out fine as Garman preferred to hunt alone, Tuk was often embarrassed when he experimented with technology in front of the others (he felt stupid and simple), Zakji was flexible and Saien didn’t like to be alone.

 Zakji scanned the river for any decently sized fish to spear. Saien wandered around and picked fruits and put them in her basket, every so often watching Zakji as he fished. After a while, he caught four fish and put them in a basket that Saien had weaved. He tied the basket to a tree by the river and sat the basket in the water so the fish would stay fresh longer, as per Garman and Saien’s collective logic.

 He walked over to where Saien was sitting. She had filled her basket with various fruits of plants she knew were good and now she was relaxing.

“Sit with me!” She patted the ground next to her. Zakji sat down and gazed at her. His gray eyes and her green eyes met and it brought up a fire inside of him. He rested his big hairy hand on her thigh. This caused her to let out a soft moan, which made the fire inside of him rage even harder. She pulled him into a loving open-mouth kiss, which shocked him a bit but turned him on even more. It wasn’t odd for her to kiss any of them, but it was usually just on the cheek or forehead.

 “Saien, I want you.” He untied his loincloth, letting his massive, rock hard erection free.

“I thought you did because you stare at me all the time, and I could sense it.” She smiled and laid back on the grass. The smell of her wet pussy was driving him crazy. He repositioned himself on top of her. She held him close and kissed him once more. His erection pressed up against her wet and inviting slit.

 It had been a while since Saien had been with a man of any sort. Back when she was younger and still living with her tribe, she knew a man, an uncle of hers, that she had deep feelings for.  His feelings had been mutual and they made their relationship physical as well. He was the first man she’d ever been with and they even planned on having kids together. Before she ever got pregnant, he died of illness. Her world was shattered and she cried for many days with no one being able to console her. Not even her father who was probably the person closest to her other than his brother. She made a decision to leave the tribe and go exploring on her own. This saddened her father, but he also was an understanding man who cared about her happiness more than anything else and let her go. Along the way in her journeys, she befriended a few animals and experimented a bit with some of them (I’m not going to be over the top and give you human/animal sex, I’m merely going to leave you with prehistoric morals and the fact such things probably did happen, as we hate to realize they do today as well) but since meeting the guys, she hadn’t done anything with anyone. She did start masturbating more often when she noticed Zakji’s attraction to her though.

 She spread her legs apart wider as he parted her fuzzy lips apart with his big fingers. He slid his throbbing cock inside of her, causing her to moan deeply. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked her wetness from his fingers before starting to rather vigorously fuck her.

 The veins and muscles in his arms bulged as he rammed himself in and out of her. She dug her fingers into his hairy back and wrapped her legs tightly around him. Both of them were making very loudly moaning and grunting noises.

 Garman made it back to the cave to find Tuk sitting proudly by the campfire. He even had made sure to set up the rack they had made to cook meat with. Garman was carrying the carcass of a deer he had caught and slaughtered.

“Ah, where be Saien and Zakji?” The Neanderthal man asked.

Tuk shrugged. “No know.”

“Ah, probably still catching fish. We go find them, yes?” The brown haired man suggested.

“Yeah.” Tuk nodded. The two of them made sure to hide the carcass well before leaving to find their friends.

 They walked down to the river together and Garman suddenly stopped and held his arm out in front of Tuk. Both of them looked to see Saien and Zakji still in the throes of passion.

“Ah, haha, not surprised.” Garman let out a little laugh. Tuk laughed with him, but he was sad on the inside. Of course, Saien wanted Zakji. He was a much more preferable mate for many reasons.

 Alas, Tuk couldn’t be totally disappointed. Saien seemed to be enjoying herself very much and despite his peculiar nature, Zakji was a good friend. Tuk decided their happiness was good. Still, he was a bit sad.

 Garman and Tuk walked back to the cave together and started cooking the deer meat. After a while, Saien and Zakji came back to cave, all happy and giggling. She had her basket of fruit and he his basket of fish.

“This is such a lovely fire! And you got deer, yes?” Saien seemed pleased about everything.

“Ah, yes!” Garman smiled. Tuk nodded.

“You’re both so lovely!” Saien kissed them both on the cheek softly.

 Zakji walked over to a rock slab nearby and took out a fish to start preparing it to cook. Tuk could smell Saien’s scent on him, but he hated confrontation and knew he was the weakest male and would have no chance if a fight started, so he said nothing.

 After their meal, Saien was massaging Garman shoulders. Zakji took Tuk out away from the cave a bit, still leaving it in sight though.

“Uh, what wrong with Tuk?” The taller man crossed his hair arms and had a concerned look on his fuzzy face.

“No.”

“No lie! Something wrong with Tuk!”

Tuk sighed and motioned back at the cave, “Saien.”

“What she do to you?”

“No. Saien….” Tuk was trying to figure out how to say the truth. “Ablooka. Saien and Zakji ablooka.”

“…what is ablooka?”

Tuk took a deep breath and thought for a moment.

“Saien” He made a circle with one hand, “Zakji” He held one finger out on his other hand, “Ablooka” he inserted the extended finger into the circle he’d had with his other hand.

“Ah! Mate, yes? Saien and Zakji wrong to mate?” The heidelbergensis man got a serious and annoyed look on his face.

Tuk’s heart started beating louder and faster and he felt flush.

“No, no! No wrong. Tuk just…sad.”

The expression on the taller, hairier man’s face changed to one of concern once more.

“Why? No need for sad! Uh, why sad?”

A tear formed at the corner of Tuk’s deep brown eyes.

“Tuk like Saien?”

The shorter man nodded.

“No! No sad!” Zakji instantly pushed Tuk back, forcing him to lean on the tree behind him. Zakji then fell to his knees and began untying the other man’s loincloth. Tuk was very confused, but didn’t stop him.

 Zakji ripped the loincloth off and took the other man’s penis in his hand and began licking it furiously, causing it to start stiffening.

 This was such a strange and new sensation for Tuk. All his member was ever used for was urinating, a little self-stimulation, and mating with a few women of his own species. Two men doing mating related activities wasn’t something he’d never heard of, but he personally never found himself interested in another man of any species. He had to admit though, what Zakji was doing felt really, really, really good.

 “No sad! Zakji love everyone!” The hairier man growled before starting to suck on Tuk’s now fully erect member.

 Garman felt a warm and tingly feeling deep inside of him as Saien massaged his back. He found himself feel very relaxed. Very relaxed and aroused.

 It had probably been years since Garman lost his family. It started when his wife died after giving birth to their third child. The following winter was very hard on him and his children. The oldest boy was very fragile and between the depression from losing his mother and a cold like illness he suffered from, he died one night. Garman was left with two daughters. He taught them to hunt and craft tools. For a while, they joined up with another group of Neanderthals, but one night, one of the other men tried to get with one of his daughters. She did her best to express she wasn’t interested in him but he didn’t get the hint and forced himself on her. Through her father’s teachings, she beat on him and fought hard to get away, but he ended up killing her. Garman was furious and slaughtered the other man in cold blood before taking his other daughter and leaving the group. Lastly, his final daughter fell from a ledge while hunting in the mountains one day, causing her to break her leg and even left a big gash in her leg. Garman did his best to take care of her wound, but it became infected and weakened her system, eventually causing her to die.

 Ever since then, Garman wandered alone, figuring he’d never have anyone for company for the rest of his life. He became used to doing everything alone and was quite shocked when he met Tuk, Saien, and Zakji. After they seemed to refuse to let him be, he found he could trust them and began traveling with them.

 Garman had felt no desire to be with anyone since his last daughter died. He had to admit, he had been attracted to her and they even messed around a bit in their lonely nomadic lifestyle, but nothing like children ever happened before she passed away.

 And now, after so many years of coldness and no desire for anything sexual, Garman was aroused.

 While Saien was still riding a high from her sex with Zakji, she did legitimately find Garman appealing. She just felt bolder to try something with him now.

 She let her hands run down onto his hairy chest. He moaned softly and turned his head to the side. She leaned in close and kissed him on the lips. Without saying a word, Garman was compelled to get up push Saien onto her back. He removed both of their loincloths took a moment to admire and pet her pussy. She closed her eyes for a moment as she enjoyed his big, rough hands stroking along her slit, bumping her engorged clit and making her feel even more pleasure. She opened her eyes to look deep into his watery blue eyes.

“Ah, ready?” Garman purred.

“Yes.” Saien smiled delightfully back at him.

 His cock wasn’t as big as Zakji’s but it was still rather generously sized. He stroked it a few times before pushing himself inside of her. She let out a low groan and he started steadily going at her.

 Garman was the oldest of the group. He even had gray hairs in his beard and here and there in his hair and some wrinkles on his face. Saien was actually the youngest of the group, though she’d been physically mature for a while now. Tuk and Zakji fell in between them in age.

 (To get this out of the way, Saien is about nineteen or twenty, Tuk is in his mid twenties, Zakji is in his mid to late thirties, pushing forty, and Garman is pushing fifty and mind you, life expectancy statistics are weird because of high child mortality rates in prehistory but Neanderthals were known to live as old as humans ((I’ve read into their 70s and 80s)) were and I believe erectus could live into their 40s and 50s and I assume heidelbergensis falls in-between them or similar to Neanderthal so yeah)

 Tuk let out a loud gasp as he came in Zakji’s mouth. The hairy man swallowed and licked his lips.

“There! No sad!”

Tuk smiled and then sighed.

“You want Saien, yes?” Zakji slouched his hairy shoulders a bit, realizing his solution wasn’t the right one. Tuk nodded.

“Tell her! We all love! Share!” Zakji smiled. He then turned to look back at the cave. “We wait a bit. Garman and her mate now.” Tuk looked around his friend to see Garman and Saien in the middle of sex.

“I think she much like it. She will mate with you. She loves us all.” The hairy man seemed so sure of it. Tuk smiled but was hesitant to get his hopes up.

 They made use of their time waiting. Tuk messed with some stones and Zakji watched Saien and Garman while touching himself. They finally approached the cave when the other two were done.

“Saien! Tuk would like to ma—“ Zakji started to speak but Tuk threw his hand over his friend’s mouth.

Saien and Garman both chuckled to each other.

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A Defiant Daughter, Pt. 1

So, some fic to go with my Kenyedian Rebellion idea. Takes place in the early 1940s in their world. 

A young blonde, teenage girl was sitting in the library of the private all girls’ school she went to with her friends. They were all visiting and killing time during their lunch break period.

 These weren’t just any girls and this wasn’t just any school though. This was the most prestigious private girls’ school in all of the country. These girls were all daughters of generals and government officials. This particular girl, the blonde we’re focusing on, is the daughter of the president of The Republic of Kenyedia. Her name was Freja Wiedel.

 Her father, the president of Kenyedia, headed a far-right fascist party (The National Movement of Kenyedia, usually abbreviated as NMK) that, as time went on, became more open about racial supremacist ideals and was open in oppressing and taking rights away from those they deemed “beneath” them. Despite being of a race that explored and colonized the region, the NMK were even very disrespectful to the native Kenyedians. If anything, the natives probably got the worst treatment of all the other races in the nation. Anymore, the only time a native being killed made it to the news, it was if the story could somehow be made to make them look bad and that the killing was a good thing.

 Freja was a very quite girl. Most took this as her being polite and well behaved, but the truth was that she held a lot inside because she was afraid.

 A couple of the girls were flipping through a magazine that was on the rack in the library. It was a political magazine (pro- NMK, of course) and the cover story was a look at the leader of the resistance movement and party, otherwise known as the Peoples Party of Kenyedia (PPK), Xavier Bashar Alzanjo.

 “Ugh, he’s so ugly!”

“Of course he is! He’s a fullblood Yuko (derogatory term for Kenyedian natives).”

“But he’s ugly even for them! All tall and gangly, stupid haircut, piercing his ear, wearing his shirts all open and sleazy-like, wearing pants much to tight for him.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s one of those who feels the need to show off his junk. Gross. No modest at all.”

The other girls took turns scrutinizing the man’s looks. Freja just sat quietly.

“Doesn’t he look positively gross, Freja?”

“One should be more concerned with his actions, not his appearance.” The girl said quietly.

“True, but his actions are also gross. He’s a Yuko who thinks all races are equal! That all people are equal! He thinks more than just normal heterosexual monogamous couples should be able to be together, wed, and even be parents!”

“Father says all Yuko men are the same! Rapists, pedophiles, psychopaths, drunks, woman-beaters—you name it!”

“And they love to seduce Telaran women and take advantage of us! We’re so lucky our fathers raised us better than to fall for scum like those Yuko men. Right, Freja?” A girl every saw as Freja’s best friend turned to her.

“Oh, yes, I suppose.”

“Say, Freja, how are you and Dieter? Hehe.” One of the girls asked, giggling.

 Freja took a deep sigh. Dieter was the son of one of the head generals of the army and her father absolutely loved the idea of her and the young man being together. His exact words once were “It would be so lovely if you and Dieter got together and made many beautiful Telaran babies to help preserve our magnificent race! He’s such a strong and handsome young man and you’re an endlessly beautiful young woman! Perfect Telaran specimens!”

 In truth, Freja thought Dieter was annoying and not really much to look at. “He’s a pasty white plastic doll with as much personality as a stale cracker that someone scraped all of the salt off of.” She once moaned to her beloved pet cat.  

 “We are… people?” Freja wasn’t sure what to say. She really didn’t care a lick about the boy her father constantly pushed on her.

“You two are gonna marry, for sure!” Freja’s friend nudged and winked at her.

 After school, her friends and her had originally planned to go out to the café together, but she feigned a queasy stomach and said she’s just walk to her father’s office in the capital plaza instead. They bought and let her go.

 She took the long way to see her father though.

 There just happened to be a PPK rally going on that afternoon and it just happened to be on the route of “the long way” to see her father. She snuck through a few alleyways and found herself a spot right by the little stage that had been set up. A man and a woman, both with black hair tied up in ponytails, were talking to the audience. The man was of Xian origin and the woman seemed to be mixed race. As they spoke, Freja heard things that were so different than everything she’d ever known—and they made much more sense.

 Once the man an woman were done, the audience clapped enthusiastically. Then, a tall, dark, and striking man took the stage. The audience grew even more excited. As Freja studied him she realized it was the leader of the PPK, Mr. Alzanjo. She could feel her heart-beat increase and her body temperature—but why? Why was her body going into such a rush seeing him in person?

 He opened his mouth and spoke in voice that seemed to melt her and put her at ease. His tone, his accent, and the words he spoke were some of the most profound she’d ever heard. All the years of feeling like she HAD to follow her father’s wishes and beliefs were fading away. She felt like someone finally made sense in all this political chaos.

 “Hey.” A hand touched her shoulder.

“I’m sorry! I was only passing through!” Freja shrieked softly.

“It’s okay! It’s a free rally! I was just wondering why you were hiding back here.” A tall, older man was standing behind her. He seemed rough and perhaps a bit grumpy to look at, but something about him seemed kind and friendly at the same time. He had wild dark salt and pepper colored hair and a rather muscular frame.

“I just… didn’t want to be seen by anyone who knows me.” She moaned softly.

“Why’s that?” The woman who was previously on stage now appeared next to them.

“Er, I just—“

“Wait, you seem familiar.” The Xian man was now there as well.

“I, um, you see—“

“I know! I see girls that look like you on NMK posters all the time!”

“Ugh, yes, I’m used a model for those posters all the time.” Freja rolled her eyes and groaned.

“Why is that? Why would you model for them?”

“Because she is the president’s daughter.” A woman with dark skin, appearing to be of Rhetakani blood.

“What?” The other three all gasped in unison.

“… Yes. My father is the president. But please! I’m not here to spy or be rude! I just wanted to see your leader speak! I enjoyed it!”

“So… you don’t agree with the NMK?” The mixed woman raised an eyebrow.

“Of course not! Just because my father is some hateful bigot, doesn’t mean I have to be!” The teen girl stomped her foot.

“That is beautiful news to hear!” The leader of the PPK stood behind all of them.

 Freja’s pale face suddenly was bright red like a ripe tomato and her blue eyes became as bright as the blue sky on a clear day. She studied him closely and took his whole appearance and aura both in. He was tall and older like the man with the wild hair, but he wasn’t as tall or as old. He his hair was in a black mullet cut and he has a mustache under his hook shaped nose. His skin was olive in color and he wasn’t too hairy. Just like in the photos she’d seen of him, he wore and open shirt that expose his bare chest and his pants were very tight—she really couldn’t ignore this especially.

The Rhatakani woman waved her hand in front of Freja’s face but got no reaction. The mixed woman giggled and whispered to the Xian man, who then chuckled in response.

 “ My name is Xavier Bashar Alzanjo and I would be more than happy to discuss politics with you over a drink, if that’s not too forward of me to ask!” The mustached man grinned down at the blushing teen.

“I, well, my father isn’t expecting me home for a while… sure! And my name is Freja Wiedel Oh, but what sort of drink? I’m not old enough to drink alcohol.”

“No worries! We can go to this one little tavern I frequent and have some soda pops! And whatever else you want.”

“I, I, think I’d enjoy that! And I much want to be exposed to something other than my father’s ignorant drivel.”

 A bit later at the tavern…

 “You see, many native tribes had a system of communal living that was great. There was equality, everyone was taken care of, and no one was hateful of one another. I decided it would be nice to mesh that idea with modern socialism and communism and I know that this would be the best for all the people. We need to get away from his nationalistic, racist, hateful way of life.” Xavier was letting his mind open up to the young girl.

“I think I’m going to cry!” Freja sighed.

“What’s wrong?” The older man seemed concerned.

“It’s just nice to finally hear a man go on and on about things that are actually logical and beautiful, and not just spewing hateful trash. You should hear the things my father say about you and your race! Let alone your party.”

 A few years ago~

 “I can’t believe it! THIS is what the rebels are putting up against me? A degenerate predator?” President Wiedel slapped his hand down on that mornings newspaper. It had a mugshot of Xavier on it. He was arrested for allegedly sexually assaulting a young teen girl. There was barely any proof he did anything, but his race and political affiliation stamped his guilty either way.

“They consider THIS to be brilliant! Sure, he talks like he knows a lot, but it’s not that hard to see he’s nothing but sinful scum!”

 Freja was doing her history homework at one end of her father’s office while he met with and ranted to his Chief of Staff. She was studying a chapter on when the Telarans came over to the Kenyedia way back in the days and “fought against the immoral and savage natives and brought civilization to the land”. She always secretly wished she had a time machine to go back and see how it really was. One time, in class, a girl dared to claim that it was the Telaran people who were actually the savages. She disappeared to the school and Freja never saw anything of her ever again. The staff claimed her family had to move away due to family trouble in another region of the country, but Freja, knowing the way her father’s people ran the country, figured she was silenced and sent away to be “reeducated”. This is why Freja was always so quiet. She worried she would accidentally speak against the ways of her father and have terrible things happen to her.

 “He is truly a disgusting specimen. True textbook form of a savage Yuko man. He just managed to learn how to sound like an intelligent being.” Her father’s Chief of Staff shook his head.

“Everyone knows how many young girls he’s raped, yet they still laud him as a brilliant leader. Imagine that lanky oaf leading a country! It would be a dictatorship of degeneracy! No age of consent laws! And you know what else he supports? Same-sex relations! Transsexualism! Polygamy even as well! And of course, race mixing! Add that to his rampant support and practice of pedophilia, I wouldn’ be shocked if he at least supports rights for zoophiles and God only knows what else! And he’d force it on all of us!”

“Truly disgusting, sir!”

 Freja was getting a headache. She wished her father would just talk about something nice for once instead of saying terrible things about others. This is what she grew up with every day of her life.

 Back to the present time in the story~

 “I’m not shocked your father feels that way. And, of course, I was in prison for raping a young girl.”

“You were accused and the justice system is biased against the far-left and native Kenyedians. They didn’t care if you actually did anything, so it’s no proof that you did.”

 Xavier leaned forward closer to Freja and rested his big, boney hand on her knee.

“And what if I told you that I actually did sleep with her?”

“I’m… sure there’s an explanation.”

“Of course there is! She was thirteen, hormones racing, body well formed, and she wanted to do something wild and crazy. She flirted with me, even started rubbing herself on me, rubbing my junk even. Asked me if I wanted to take a chance and show a young girl a good time by fucking her. I gave in, because golly, a hot young thing inviting you to sleep with her is hard to resist, especially when she’s flat out asking you to sleep with her. She was so into the idea, I didn’t see how it could go wrong! Then, a few days later, I got the police breaking down my door and telling me I’m arrested for raping an underage girl. She went to her parents and started crying about how I took merciless advantage over her. Of course, when you have a pretty young Telaran girl and a ‘savage Yuko’ man, we all know who our society is going to side with.” The black haired man bit his lip. “Some would say it shouldn’t matter if she asked me or not. That I’m a bad person for saying yes and doing it. I say if two people are aware enough to understand what they’re doing, it’s fine. She knew what she was doing. In fact, maybe I’m just a fool for not realizing she was setting a trap, not really trying to have fun. Or… maybe the trap was fun for her.” He trailed off, visibly upset at what he saw as his own foolishness.

 Freja became saddened that he was upset and started to speak, “I don’t think—“

“I need to use the bathroom.” Xavier’s boots smacked the floor as he rose up on his long legs and swiftly walked toward the men’s room.

“Ah, he got himself sad, didn’t he? Thinking too much about how he is with girls.” The Xian man, who she now knew as Zhi sighed.

“He feels that’s his great fault; his weakness for younger women. So many times in his life, it’s lead him to getting in trouble or getting hurt.”

“Hey now, I was young when he and I met and I didn’t turn out as bad news for him!” The mixed woman, Kati, butted in.

“Of course you’re not bad for him, Kati. But one good friend that works doesn’t make up for a bunch of hurtful flings. And I know the pain! As a man who loves the ladies, I get it.”

“Is he going to be okay?” Freja was still concerned for Xavier.

“Knowing him, yes he will be. Left to his own devices, this mood just eventually dissipates and he’ll be back to normal. But… if he had some help…” A smirk came over Kati’s face.

“Hmm?”

“She’s saying we both can see you got something for Xavi and maybe if you did all you could to comfort him, he’d feel better faster!” Zhi winked at the young girl.

 Xavier finally came back from the bathroom. At the same time, Freja noticed the time and realized she had to be back to her father soon. Very little time to properly comfort a man.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t have to, but I have to go home. Here, I’ll come find you again soon!” She gently grabbed Xavier by his shirt collar and pulled him down into a long kiss on the lips. His mustache tickled her face a bit, but it was a great feeling.

“Once again, I’m sorry, but it was amazing meeting you and we need to get together again soon!” She finally pulled away and then started jogging out the door.

 “Damn it, guys, I think I like my sworn enemy’s daughter.” Xavier smirked and sighed.

“Think?” Zhi leaned over and glanced at the huge bulge in his friend’s pants.

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The Boys Are Back In Town, Pt. 3

Part three! Huzzah! 

A young boy with medium length brown hair was playing on his Nintendo DS and sitting out in the swing on the porch of his family’s house when a dark car pulled up in the drive way. He raised an eyebrow and stared at it without saying a word.

 “Wow, this is such a normal and conventional looking place! Did my leaving really affect him that much?” Manuel seemed bewildered as he got out of the car.

“I’m sure he wanted to get away from his old life as much as possible, for better or worse.” Luis shrugged.

“Either way, this is the address, according to the university he works at.” Rodrigo got out of the drivers’ seat and locked the car.

“Hey look, a little boy!” Manuel nudged Luis.

“And that is why I’m going first!” Rodrigo got in front of his friends as they went up the walkway.

“Say, is your father home?” The balding man smiled.

 The boy just stared at him.

 “Pfft, you know nothing about talking to kids, do you?” Manuel rolled his eyes.

“Every kid, just like every adult, is different. And being a strange adult just walking up to a kid and asking them something rarely works. Especially if their parents have them taught a certain way.” Luis shook his head.

“Well, excuse me! Fine, one of you do it!”

“I will!” Manuel puffed his chest out and walked forward. “Dude, are you playing Pokemon??”

“Yeah! Diamond!”

“Who did you choose as a starter?”

“Piplup!”

“Awesome! How old are you? I’m forty-two!”

“I’m eight!”

“Awesome. Ugh, I wish I brought my DS with me so we could trade and battle some.”

“You have one too? Who did you pick?”

“Turtwig! Maybe I’ll bring it next time I see you so we can play.”

“My brother isn’t really into video games unless it’s sports games. Dad likes games too but not Pokemon and I don’t have a lot of friends at school. I’d love to play with you!”

“That settles it. I will bring mine next time.”

“Next time?” Rodrigo put his hands on his hips.

“There will be a next time.”

“Fine, but let’s get to Mariano so there will be a next time!”

“You mean my brother or my dad?”

“Your dad! He was in a band with us when we were all younger!” Luis grinned.

 The boy’s eyes widened and he was silent for a moment as he realized who they were.

“Holy shit. Dad doesn’t really talk much about it, but I have managed to look up the music online and… wow I’m really meeting you guys! Well,” the boy counted them for a moment, “three of you. My favorite song is ‘¿Quieres un chico malo?’ I think I have a lot in common with it.”

 Manuel felt touched. That was one of his songs. And, while he had just met this boy and din’t even know his name, he felt he was meeting a kindred spirit. The boy already reminded him so much of himself at the age of eight.

 “Dad went to pick brother up from football practice. They should be home soon. Mom is inside if you want to go inside and wait.”

“You two can go in. I’ll stay with him and wait for Yano.”

 Rodrigo and Luis glanced at each other and went inside.

 As they closed the door behind them, something struck them.

“We didn’t knock!” Rodrigo put his hand over his mouth, “we just walked right in, uninvited.”

“The boy let us in. I mean, that’s okay, right?” Luis cocked his hea to the side.

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

 In that moment, a woman walked out of the hall and saw them.

“Oh wow I—are you really who I think you are?”

“We’re rude for just walking into your home uninvited is what we are!” Rodrigo moaned.

“Your son let us in though!” Luis motioned at the door.

“It’s okay. Really! I never thought I’d meet either of you!” The woman embraced them both tightly. She was rather short with long, dark blonde hair and was a little chubby. She didn’t look nearly as young as Manuel’s wife Dani, but she still seemed like she was quite a bit younger than the guys in the band.

“Oh, where are my manners? I know who you two are, but you have no idea who I am! I’m Viri, Mariano’s wife! It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you both, Luis! Rodrigo!” She smiled an shook both of their hands furiously. “That was our younger son, Manuel, out on the porch.”

“Wait, Manuel?” Rodrigo stood back.

“Yes! Manuel! Erm, I understand it may seem… odd. It’s just that Mariano copes with things very oddly. Actually, he doesn’t now that I know, but he has this collection of all the pornographic films that your band mate, Manuel, has ever been in. Don’t tell him that I said that though!” Viri looked paranoid.

“We won’t tell. We’re just shocked. We figured he wanted to completely forget his old life after how it all ended so badly.” Luis scratched his chin.

“He did and didn’t. He always seems to be both trying to escape and be obsessed all at the same time. That was true even back when I first met him.”

“How did you two meet?”

“I was a freshman at the university and he was one of my professors and… I just simply feel head over heels for him. He liked me back and everything grew from there! It was great and I regret nothing. I don’t care how many people judged us. It worked and we love each other and that’s all that matters to us.”

“And that is all that should matter!” Rodrigo nodded his head, as did Luis.

 Manuel was deeply engrossed in showing the younger Manuel some tips as Mariano pulled into the driveway with his other son. The strange car threw him off at first, but he kind of assumed his wife has someone over visiting. It wasn’t until he caught sight of… him… with his son on the porch that a flood of wild emotions came into him.

 “Manuel. Please get away from him. Now.” Mariano barked.

“Why?” Both Manuel and Mariano’s son Manuel questioned in unison.

“Because I don’t want you around that man. He might turn you into him.

“Wait, your name is Manuel too?” Manuel turned to the boy.

“Yes! I’m named after you.” The boy shrugged and then glared at his father. “Maybe I wanna be like him!”

“There was a time in my life whne I would have enjoyed that! But not now! I don’t want a son who just walks out on everyone who ever REALLY cared about him! Who walks out on the person who would readily die for him!” It was quite obvious now that Mariano was upset.

“Uh, maybe you should go inside for now while your father and I talk this out.” Manuel nudged his namesake.

“Okay. I hope you do. I need a friend who gets me.” The young boy nodded and headed inside.

“Mariano, you go in with your brother. This is private business between adults.”

“Of course, father.” Mariano’s other son, who was ten, nodded politely and went inside, glancing at Manuel with a concerned look on his face as he entered the house.

 “So, you come to my home after walking away from me almost two decades ago and you instantly start poisoning my son!”

“Poisoning? We were talking about Pokemon!”

“He’s already troubled and lonely! I don’t need someone like you leading him astray.”

“Yano, my man, you know what I was when I was eight years old? Troubled and lonely! I always felt different and out casted! Excuse me if the boy is drawn to someone who understands his life! You’re the one who named him after me!”

 Mariano went silent and stared at the grass of his lawn.

 “I… Yano… I’m sorry. It was wrong of me to just leave you like that. I should have made more effort beyond sending that letter to your mother. I had no idea where you went either though. But even the way I left was wrong. I was emotional and unstable. I’ve always been… a bit off. I’ve always been a bit different, but a doc once told me that getting my head smashed into the hard wall of the school shower when  I was young probably wasn’t good… and all those drugs we all did didn’t help me, I’m sure. I was a fool. The band was falling apart but I didn’t to leave you like that.” Manuel sighed, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

 Mariano took a deep breath, but said nothing.

 “When the band first started… I cried. I cried because I was fall for you. I was twelve and thought I was hot shit and didn’t need to care about anyone. I thought I could put on an act and make tons of money and fuck a bunch of girls. I never wanted to get emotionally attached to anyone, but instead, I fell in love with you and cared about you. It confused me so much and I cried. José is the only one who ever knew about it because he found me crying. He never told anyone…but I’m telling you now. I was always shit about it, but I did love you… I still love you now. Please… I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.” Manuel got down on his knees and looked up at Mariano, his deep, dark brown eyes pleading heavily.

 “W, w, w,what happened to you? You… “

“I grew up? At least a little. At the core I’m still the same me. I just… don’t want to hurt people I care about anymore. I don’t know if getting married and having a kid has helped me realize that or…”

 “We can start… again. I’ve missed you so much and… I do want to meet your family.” Mariano fell to his knees and hugged his old best friend as tightly as he could.

“But first, can I meet your family?”

“Of course.” Instinctively, Mariano kissed Manuel on the lips. Just as he did, an elderly woman passed by and stared at them.

“What, lady, never tseen two men kiss before?” Manuel said snarkily at her.

“Oh, I’m fine with it! I was just hoping you’d do more! Been a while since I’ve seen a hot show!”

Manuel got a devious look on his face.

“Good god.” Mariano rolled his eyes, got up, and pulled his friend with him. “Come on, let’s go inside!”

 As they walked into the living room, Mariano began introducing Manuel to everyone.

“Family, this is Manuel Soria. The man I was so close with and in a band with years ago when I was young. Chemanu, you already know my son, Manuel. Next to him is my son Mariano.”

The two boys were sitting on loveseat next to each other. Manuel had on a black t-shirt with Pikachu on it and ragged blue jeans. Mariano had on a nice polo and khakis. His hair was brown but cut short and neat as opposed to Manuel’s longer more skater boy-like cut. There was a stark difference in their styles. They both had hazel eyes, like their father.

“And then there’s my wonderful wife Viri! And next to her is Rodrigo and Luis—wait. What??”

 “Hello!” Luis waved happily Rodrigo chuckled.

“Oh yeah, the other reason we came here! We’re trying to get the band back together!” Manuel ran his hang through Mariano’s hair.

“Wha??? The band? I… wow… um. I need to think for a bit.”

“It would be lovely if you did!” Viri bounced up and went to her husband, who was much, much taller than her.

“It’d be fucking epic, Dad!” Young Manuel clenched his fist with delight.

“I agree!” Young Mariano nodded enthusiastically.

 “I… Chemanu, can I see you alone for a moment?” Mariano grabbed his old friend’s hand and led him down a hallway. Manuel was already excited, as Mariano was using his nickname. They went into a room that appeared to be Mariano’s personal office. They went through another door to a big walk in closet. Inside was a big trunk with a lock on it. Mariano put in a combination, which undid the first lock. Then he took out a key and undid the second lock before opene the trunk.

“Holy shit… is that…”

“Yes. A full collection of every film you’ve ever been in. VHS’s and DVD’s both. Also all the magazines you’ve been in as well. I feel so pathetic but… I never stopped missing you or loving you.”

“That is… pretty awesome, actually. But uh, I’d be careful.”

“Why’s that?”

“Just hold onto them very closely and well. Especially the ones Dani is in with me.”

“Your wife? Oh yeah, the ones with her are some of my favorites, I’ll admit. She is great! You’re a lucky man.

“Mhm, yeah, and keep this between us and the guys and at the most our families, but she was fifteen when she started.”

“Jesus! Well, okay she looked well formed for her age.”

“Yes, I agree. But yeah, I don’t know if it will ever get out, but I’d keep your collection safe. I realize only a fraction of my films have her, but still. Also, if you gt your hands on her other films, which I can hook you up with, I’d keep tem those ones safe too.”

“Ah yes! Please, yes, I would like those!”

“Yep,  you’re still just as bad as the rest of us at the core. Like you’ve always been.” Manuel chuckled. Mariano rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Anyway, yes. I’d love to get the band back together.”

“Great! Now we just need to get José.”

“Ah, I have a feeling this won’t be easy.”

“But it’s what needs to happen.”

[kenyedoesfiction]

The Boys Are Back In Town, Pt. 2

OKAY FINALLY continuing the reunion fic! WOO! 

Luis and Rodrigo sat out on a patio sipping mixed drinks and an upscale hotel in the Dominican Republic.

“So how do we know he’ll even show up anytime soon?” Luis sighed. He was wearing a black t-shirt, khaki shorts, and flip-flops.

“Well, his lovely young wife and Satan spawn infant child are here, so you’d think he’d eventually blow in.” Rodrigo lifted his sunglasses and winked at his friend. He was wearing a colorful Hawaiian shirt, white shorts, and leather sandals.

 “I do think he will be here today.” A very curvy young woman with long black hair, tanned skin, dark striking eyes, and big lips holding a baby with black hair and a devilish look on his young face. Her breasts seemed to shake and jiggle with her every move.

“Has anyone ever told you that they wished they were your son?”

“If you mean do men wish they could squeeze and suck on my boobs all day, yes they do.” The young woman laughed.

“So, you and Manuel both worked in porn together?”

“Yes, that’s how we met. He’d already been working for some years when I came onto the scene. The moment I stepped into the same room as him, I was under a spell. I mean, how can you ignore such a tall and handsome older man with a huge cock? We had such good chemistry and got casted into many movies together and we just… got close and he asked me to marry him! And here we are with little Sergi.”

“Raaawr!” The baby growled as he planted his face into his mother’s large chest.

“To think Manuel would ever be the sort to have a family!” Luis shook his head and smiled.

“We are an unconventional family. He’s older, we’re in an open marriage. I mean, both of us still have our freedom. I don’t think either of us could take being conventional though.”

 At that moment, they heard a commotion inside the hotel lobby.

“And there is my beloved husband!”

“Indeed. I’d recognize a Manuel commotion anywhere!” Rodrigo’s smile stretched from ear to ear.

 All three of them (with the baby) walked into the hotel to see a tall man with black hair and a mustache with his hands behind his head while a little girl was clinging to his leg and a teenage girl had her arms around him. A grown man had a pistol and was pointing it at him.

“Señor please! Put your gun away! You are both paying customers of my establishment and I will not have senseless violence!” The hotel owner pleaded.

“This puto was hitting on my underage daughters!”

“Who said I was hitting on the little one?” Manuel raised an eyebrow.

“But you said that judging by me and her mother, she was gonna have a nice rack when she hit puberty.” The teen girl butted in.

“Hey, not helping my case, darling.”

“Trash like you deserves to eat lead!”

“I have actually. I ate some lead paint when I was a kid. Fun stuff.”

“Daddy, don’t hurt our boyfriend!” The little girl cried.

“Wow, you move fast. I like that.” Manuel patted her head cautiously, noticing the father sigh in defeat.

“I just don’t wanna see your creepy face around my little girls again, you hear me?”

“Yes, yes, I get it.” Manuel nodded and the girls let go. He then secretly slipped a piece of paper in the teen girl’s pocket and the father and his daughters left.

 “My little boy!” Manuel instantly grabbed Sergi and lifted the baby above his head.

“Papi fuck!”The little boy barked smiling.

“Exactly!”

“Is one of that boy’s first words really fuck?” Luis smiled, not shocked.

“Well, it’s his third. Mama, Papi, and then fuck.” Manuel’s wife smiled.

“Boy is starting out just right! Eh, Luis, Rodri? Wait… Luis? Rodri???” Manuel handed his son back to his wife and hugged the other two men tightly. “It’s so nice to see you guys!”

 Manuel was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a mermaid on it, a pair of cut-off jean shorts, and a pair of slip-on sandals.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“We… want to get the band back together.” Luis got a nervous look on his face.

“That would be awesome. Honestly. I mean, I’m retired from porn now. Might as well go back to music. Especially if my guys are with me again! How does that sound, Dani?” Manuel nearly jumped for joy, and then turned his wife.

“That would awesome! I was too young to see any of it the first time!”

“That’s code for pretty much not even born yet!” Manuel winked at his friends.

“Wait, how old are you, Dani?” Luis cocked his head.

“I’m…twenty three? Yeah.”

Manuel shook his head and sighed.

“Honey, you’re twenty. It’s okay, we can trust the guys.”

“Wait, didn’t you say you started working in porn in 2003? If you’re twenty then that made you…”

“I was fifteen! Yes! You can say it!” She groaned.

“Wow, okay Traci Lords. Anyways,” Luis shrugged.

“I ran away from my stupid ass family and slept with a government official and got my records changed to say I was eighteen, then I went off to find some kind of sex work because that’s all I really knew. Chemanu was one of the first people I met I felt I could trust so I told him the truth and he didn’t care. He understood my situation and was always there for me when I needed it.”

“I just realized what that means! You guys bucked the law system! I mean, there’s all these movies that would technically be classified as child porn and yet… no one knows! It’s the awesomest fuck you to the man! I love you, Dani!” Luis planted a big kiss on her cheek.

 “So wait, you’re both retired now, right?” Rodrigo scratched his head.

“Yes! As odd as this sounds, we have plenty of money saved up! Not to mention that while I did seem to splurge back in the days, I had set money aside just in case back then as well. And a few years ago I found out I have a high up position in a couple of off-shore businesses.”

“How do you find out you have positions at off-shore companies?” Luis seemed confused.

“You see, before my father died, he and my brother apparently agreed to take me on in a couple of the off-shore business they owned. Not even needing me to really do anything. Just have my name on there. So after our father died, I was fucking high off my ass on something one day and my brother came at me and had me sign some papers. A few years ago, someone came at me online and notified that there actually was some actions I needed to take every so often in these businesses. And then when I asked they explained to me these businesses and what my jobs were. I go to my brother, he confirms it. I go and meet with people, blah blah and so between all of this and some off-shore bank accounts, Dani and I and the little guy are fine as far as money goes.”

 Then everyone stared at Luis.

 “What, is something wrong with me?” He looked at his body in a worried fashion.

“No, but you don’t have a problem with me having off-shore interests?”

“No! Oh, that anarcho-commie bit? Well, I mean, until a revolution happens, who am I to tell my own old best friend he is wrong. I don’t know if that makes me bad… I just want to chill for now. Say, if we have a revolution someday, I still can’t help but think you’d be on the right side of history.”

“It’s all good. I fancy myself an agorist, so I’m still against a lot of what you are against, really. Differences can be sorted out, I’m sure. At the core, you’re my brother. We’ve been through too much together. Though I gotta say, if revolution happens, we should install dictatorship of the proletariat first. Utopia can’t just happen overnight. I feel that’s when any anarchist side in me might go away, logically. I mean, as much as I like to rebel to the system, if we were to implement our own system, I’d have to be a bit more authoritarian to make sure—“

“Eh, we’ll figure it out when that time comes.”

“Right, anyways, bourgeoisie scum here to avoid political conflict and just get on to discuss getting to the others!” Rodrigo stopped them.

“Right… who are we getting next? … You both left tense band mates behind when you left…” Luis sighed as he stared at Manuel and Rodrigo.

“We’re going for Mariano. I left him hanging… I want to go back to him now.” Manuel got a very serious expression on his face. And so it was settled. Mariano was next.

[kenyedoesfiction]

The Boys Are Back In Town, Pt. 1

I love that song ok

A fic about how the guys get back together in 2008. Sorry for errors and such. Kinda writing this off the top of my head and just steaming on through it. I may have to make corrections sometime, lol

A tall, sandy brown haired man with watery blue eyes stepped into the lobby of a big record company. He looked rather rough with stubble on his face, bags under his striking bright eyes, a big raggedy black denim jacket with patches all over it, dirty and torn blue jeans, and scuffed up black boots.

 “Hello, can I help you?” The receptionist smiled at him.

“Oh, hello! Yes!” The man smiled, “I would like to see Rodri, please.”

“Rodri?” The woman seemed very confused.

“Oh! Right, I mean, I would like to see Señor Rato.”

“Señor is not taking…” The woman trailed off as she looked deep into the man’s eyes.

“Are you… Luis from Ojos Dulces?”

 A smirk came across the man’s face.

“Once upon a time, yes. And I hope to be again.”

The woman gasped softly before picking up her phone and calling someone on it.

“I know Señor Rato wants to be alone right now, but there is someone VERY important here to see him… no it’s not family, but it’s very important, Fatima. You have to understand. Don’t tell him, but does the name Ojos Dulces mean anything to you? YES! Luis! Yes, the one who was so little and young when they started! Please don’t tell Señor Rato though, I want him to be surprised, but make sure Luis can come in… Okay, thanks Fatima!” The woman then hung up.

“He’s on the fifteenth floor. Very hard to miss which office is his because of the giant poster and signs. His secretary Fatima will show you in.”

“Thank you, miss.” Luis nodded his head and walked toward the elevator.

 He seemed so out of place in the middle of it all. Everything was so shiny, fancy, and clean. There he was; ragged, aged, dirty, and looking more apt to protest the government than he would be to meet with one of the most famous record producers in west Europe.

 Of course it took the receptionist in the lobby a study of his eyes to even recognize who he was. It took most people a while. Not that it bothered him. After the band broke up, he took to being a nomad, going around cities and hooking up with different political groups. He eventually settled into an anarchist commune that reminded of the ones he and his father hung around with when he was a kid before the band started.  He ended up becoming the unofficial leader of the commune from his wisdom, hard life experiences, and ability to diffuse almost any conflict. He had many relationships with men and women both, ended up having a child with one of them, but he never officially got married. He didn’t believe in it.

 Luis stepped off the elevator onto the fifteenth floor. He chuckled to himself. “Fifteen. That’s how old he was when the band got together.” He walked abit and soon saw what the receptionist meant. There were posters of some big pop and rock groups that he, despite not caring for “civilized” society, recognized. And then there was a big photo of Rodrigo in the middle of a boy band he recognized as “Chicos del Fuego”. Interestingly, the band reminded him a lot of Ojos Dulces. But he thought that perhaps… Rodrigo secretly meant it that way.

 “Eh, he’s aged pretty well, actually.” He noted to himself as he studied his old friend in the photo. The older man had seemed to settle into his weight and his balding in a way that fit him well. Wearing a suit especially complimented him. Luis also noticed the older man has more ear piercings now.

“Hehe, I wonder if he ever got a cock piercing like we all jokingly told him he’d get.” He walked on to the door of Rodrigo’s office.

“RODRIGO DE RATO, MASTER OF THE MUSIC”

“Haha, wow, didn’t know he’d be one to get an ego!” Luis shook his head laughing as he opened the door.

 An Arab woman immediately shot up from her desk. “Luis!” She mouthed quietly.

“Hello! Yes, it is me!” Luis smiled and bowed his head at her.

“I’m Fatima. I’m Rodri—Señor Rato’s personal secretary.”

“You can say Rodri, I don’t mind. That’s how I know him. May I see him?”

“Oh, yes please do! Right through that door!” She motioned at the big oak door in the middle of the room.

 Luis took a deep breath and walked in.

 The first thing Luis saw was a naked young man stretched out on a big desk with Rodrigo, shirtless and unzipping his pants watching him.

“OH MY GO—Luis?? Shut the door!” Rodrigo frantically waved his meaty hands in the air. Luis immediately shut the door behind him and locked it.

“I told Fatima I needed fifteen minutes, not five! Oh well.” Rodrigo sighed his face very red. The naked young man on the desk kept looking back and forth between the two of them. Luis started to notice the young man resembled… José in younger years.

“Wait, aren’t you Luis? Who was with in Ojos Dulces with Daddy?”

“Juan, I told you not to call me that infront of people not in the…”

“Momentary slip, my man.”

“Just don’t have those in front of the wrong people. Luis gets it but I mean… at least he used to understand.” Rodrigo crossed his arms and looked at his old friend expectantly.

“It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone about your sugar baby.”

“Oh no, Mia is his sugar baby! I’m just boy meat.”

“Juan, you know I see you as more than that! And you’re barely a boy anymore, you’re eighteen.”

“I’m just having fun.”

“Well, go hang out with Ricardo or something, I want to see why Luis is here and hopefully catch up with him.”

“Sure thing!” The young man pulled on his clothes quickly and left out a side door.

 “So, it’s been so long!” Rodrigo smiled and hugged him. He was still shirtless.

“It has actually also been a while since I’ve been hugged by a chubby hair man and I was missing that as well as you!” Luis hugged him back, chuckling.

“I always knew you liked it.” Rodrigo pulled back and rested his hands on his hips.

 The older man’s hair was thinner now and graying. His sideburns were almost white. He had various little hoops on his ears and had both his lobes stretched out a bit. It was something he had done long before it became a trend in western fashion. He had a few gold necklaces around his neck, resting in the hair all over his chest. He still had his black inverted triangle necklace that he’d always had as well.

 “What brings you here now?”

“I… well… Juan Carlos found me and… we want to get the band back together.”

Rodrigo took a deep breath.

“But not like it was when it ended. He wants to get back to the free days! And he wants to do a reunion tour and see how we all get along again and hopefully—“

“I’d love to Luis. If… José can stand being around me.

 Luis’s mouth dropped opened. He honestly did not expect it to be this easy. At least with Rodrigo.

“I’ve been getting bored of just producing records anyway.”

 “Okay, well, now that that weight is off of my chest, let’s catch up!” Luis sat down in a nearby chair. Rodrigo sat down in a chair next to him. It seemed like hours and hours went by with them laughing and reminiscing and learning about each other’s lives since the band broke up.

 “So, what is the deal. Like, are you in an elite… club or something? You know that whole Illuminati shit some people talk about? Orgies, pedophilia, Satan worshipping, drugs, etcetera etcetera?”

 Rodrigo just stared at his friend with a blank look on his face.

 “Rodri? Are you okay?”

 Rodrigo’s eyes started growing wider and the look on his face became one of slight rage.

 “Rodri, I’m sorry! Am I gonna be killed now? Do I know too much? I’m sorry. I won’t tell anyone. I’ll, I’ll, be a slave to the system. You can have me to do whatever you like! You know how I am in bed. I can do whatever! Don’t have me killed! Please!”

 Rodrigo finally broke his act and started laughing hysterically.

 “Oh my God, Luis! You’re fine! Here,” Rodrigo went to his bookshelf and opened up a secret drawer and pulled out a book.

“Read this. Keep this book safe at all times and don’t let anyone else see it. It will explain a lot. But please give it back to me as soon as you’re done.”

“Of course!” Luis stashed the black leather bound book in his jacket. As he did, a few photos fell out onto the ground.

 “Oh, what are these?” Rodrigo instantly picked them up. One was a picture of a chubby young woman with eyes just like Luis’s.

“I assume this is your daughter. She is beautiful.”

“She is, isn’t she? Do you have any kids?”

“None of my own. My girlfriend’s kid is like mine. Her other mother is a scumbag.”

“Other mother?”

“Oh, right. My girlfriend is a trans woman.”

“Ah, okay. Have you ever thought about adopting the kid?”

“I have been thinking about it actually. That’s them on my desk.” Rodrigo pointed at a photo of a woman and a girl smiling brightly.

“Zoe is my girlfriend and Catalina is her daughter.”

“They look lovely!” Luis smiled as the studied the photo of the tall and slender woman with long brown hair hugging a little girl who resembled her closely. He then looked over at a photo of Juan with a devilish look on his face. Next to it was a photo of a beautiful young woman.

“Who is this?” He pointed to the woman.

“That is Mia. She is another singer I produce for and she’s… very important to me, as is Juan.” He moved onto the other photo Luis had dropped. It was him and a young boy holding each other close.

“I assume this is not your son.” Rodrigo grinned, showing off the gold capped lateral incisors.

“He is… a young man I know.”

“Young is for sure! Man, I’m not sure about. Boy. This is a young boy.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s okay Luis. I know you. I know what it was like growing up for you. I was there in your life from when you were eleven to when you were twenty-three. I’m not going to judge you.”

“I know… I just… outside of the commune… the world is so strict and messed up in its excuses for morals and—wait, was I really only twenty-three when the band split?”

“Yeah. Though you lived a lot of life even in that time. Between the rigors of the band, the drugs and alcohol we all did, and the shit we all went through. We all aged more than I’m sure most teenagers do. That was a wild nearly twelve years of our lives.”

 After a long moment of silence, Luis finally spoke.

 “Well, how’s about we try to get the other three and go for another spin on this wild ride we call Ojos Dulces?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice!”

[kenyedoesfiction]

A Death (and a few Births) in the Family, Pt. 2

And here is the second part of a fic that wasn’t meant to be this damn long!

There wasn’t really any sleep that night. They all got in bed, but no one could even get close to falling asleep.

 Luis and Felipe were lying together discussing the more extensive details of Felipe’s life with Franco.

“Anymore I feel like a hypocrite.” The manager shook his head.

“Why? Because you had done what you thought was right?” Luis caressed his cheek.

“Yes, but… then I turn around and essentially do as he did. I mean… it’s not like I have a thing for young boys. Just you, and you grew up and I still love you. It’s you. I don’t care about your age. I still feel like shit because José grew up and he still loved him.”

“In all fairness, the boy you tried turning him in for was younger than José and was younger than I was when you finally felt real physical attraction for me.”

“Says the boy who, at ten, was ready to lose his virginity to a forty year old man.”

“This isn’t about me, I’m trying to put your own life into some perspective so you stop beating yourself up so hard. You’re a better person than you ever give yourself credit for, despite whose morals we look at.”

“Uh, I suppose you do have a point. And that band ended up flopping so all those boys just went away. Then you all came along.”

“And we didn’t flop and age didn’t stop love.”

 The two of them embraced for a few minutes but stopped when they heard singing.

 It was Manuel.

(Note: I just made this up on the fly and it sounded okay when I say it out loud so forgive me if it’s shit)

“My love, I’m here for you. My love, what shall you have me do? I may not be a good boy, I live by own rules. But I will give you love and joy, yes I will just for you.”

“Hey, that was from our first English album!” Luis grabbed Felipe and pulled him out into the hallway. Rodrigo was already opening the door to Manuel and Mariano’s room. Of course, this was just in time for them all to sing the chorus together, sans José, of course.

“All my love, I give to you, my love. Yes, my love, it is for you, my love! Feel my love, inside of you, my love. It is my love, and that is you, my love.”

 “Wow that song sounds dirty now that we’re older. FEEL my love? INSIDE of you?” Luis laughed and crossed his arms.

“Actually, if you sit down and look at all the songs Manuel was lead on, a lot of them are dirty. José’s kind of are too.” Mariano smiled.

“Can’t really help what the company gives to us.” Manuel shrugged.

“Bullshit. You don’t have absolute freedom but I once saw Juan Carlos put two songs in front of you. One was a cutesy one about holding hands and the other was about getting a girl to ride your motorcycle. You looked over them both and picked the motorcycle one, which, as we all know, has lines about RIDING your bike, encouraging the girl to HOP ON your bike, and so on! Not to mention the bike is described as being rather large with a full tank.” Felipe laughed.

“Well just holding hands and running through a field didn’t sound very me! Had to go with the motorcycle!”

“Hehe, I love that song!” Soraya giggled. “The public approves, so who cares!” Manuel held her close.

 “I guess I’m not the only one who can’t sleep, huh?” Rodrigo looked around.

“Yeah… not happening.” Luis sighed.

“I got an idea, let’s have some fun.” Mariano stood up and looked at Manuel.

 “Sir, I would like to take your daughter out on a date!”

“WELL! I NEVER! I am VERY choosy over who I let my little girl date! And I have no idea why I’d let her date a man who is OLDER than me! Gross and immoral!” Manuel turned his nose up.

“Hey, can I date your daughter.” Rodrigo nudged the black haired boy’s shoulder.

“Oh yeah sure!” He pushed Soraya toward him.

“What!!!! He’s older than me!” Mariano began to pout.

“Yeah, but he owns like, five businesses! My daughter will never have to lift a pretty little finger as long as she lives!”

 Luis made the shushing motion at Soraya and slowly pulled her out of the room.

“Yes, my dear daughter will never have to want for anything again, for this dingy old man will throw money at her every whim!” Manuel went to pat her head but noticed no one was there.

“OH DEARY ME! WHERE IS MY LITTLE GIRL?? Oh! She has been kidnapped by some thuggish brute! Oh, my little dear, never fear! Daddy will rescue you!” He hopped up and ran out of the room.

“I don’t know if you guys are doing innocent role play or sexual role play but this is fun to watch either way!” Felipe laughed.

“Me neither but I agree!” Mariano zoomed out of the room with Rodrigo and Felipe right behind him.

 They found Luis kneeling over Soraya on the couch.

“Get off of her, you pig!” Manuel shrieked dramatically.

“I’ll save her!” Mariano pulled Luis off of her, pushed him onto the armchair, and then swooped Soraya in his arms.

“Aw, Uncle Mariano saved me!”

“UNCLE?” Mariano gasped.

“That is why you didn’t want you to ate her! You’re her uncle! Sicko!” Manuel crossed his arms with a disgusted look on his.

“Oh, I am a cretin! A sinner! I lusted for my own niece!” He sat her down gently and then pretended to weep. “Hell is the only place a man like me deserves to be!” He pretended to pull out a knife and stabbed himself in the heart, falling over and pretending to die.

“Ooh, a dead body!” Manuel’s eyes lit up and he started dry-humping Mariano. Everyone broke out laughing.

 The phone rang. Everyone went quiet. Felipe gulped and walked over to the phone, not knowing what to expect, especially at such a late hour (the clock read 4:30 AM).

“Yes?”

“Felipe, it’s me, Juan Carlos. I know it’s been a hectic night. I was out taking a long walk to clear my head and I went by your house and I heard a lot of weird noises. I know this has been hard on all of us… but is everything okay?”

“Yes. We’re just playing morally bankrupt house to help cope with things.”

“Ah, Franco would have wanted that. Well, I’ll let you get back to it. I should go be morally bankrupt as well. Night.”

“Night.”

 They all proceeded to watch some movies, since they still weren’t tired but didn’t feel like pretend anymore.

“What do we want to watch?” Luis looked through their movie collection.

“I’m in the mood for 120 Days of Sodom to take the edge off.” Manuel suggested. Luis pulled out Salò or the 120 Days of Sodom from the shelf.

“Let’s then be opposite and watch a family movie, like, I don’t know. Snow White & The Seven Dwarfs!” Rodrigo chimed in.

“Oh no, that movie just pisses me off because she’s an idiot and doesn’t stay with the seven lonely men who’d keep her in good dick for years. And are you trying to say Salò isn’t a family movie?” Manuel grinned.

“I meant in the sense of traditional family, not our twisted little family. It’s perfect for us!”

“No, no, how about we watch The Aristocats after Salò?” Mariano joined the conversation.

“I fucking love that movie, yes!” Manuel clapped his hands.

“Oh,but they’re so mean to Edgar.” Rodrigo rolled his eyes.

“He’s the bad guy!” Felipe interjected.

“But he looks like me!” The balding man pouted.

“Oh my God, he does, haha!” Mariano chuckled.

“Yeah, we’re watching it after Salò!” Manuel gestured over to Luis, who pulled The Aristocats off of the shelf.

 They all sat and watched. Manuel, trying to be a legitimate father (well, perhaps not the most moral, but still) and tried to explain Salò to Soraya, but…

 “Okay, you may see some stuff in this—“

“Yeah it’s fine. I know about this sort of thing. When your parents give you barely any attention at all, you are pretty much free to look into anything you want with no one to stop you. So I’ve seen some shit and then some, merely from curiosity.” She waved his explanation off.

“Oh, I was just going say you may see some in this that’s fucking hot.”

“Of course.” She giggled. He kissed her forehead, and then raised her chin and kissed her passionately on the lips.

“I hope to have a daughter and kiss her like that someday.” Luis grinned. Felipe slapped him.

“What the hell was that for??” Luis rubbed the spot where he was hit.

“Please make some different life goals.”

“Oh come now, Felipe,” Rodrigo laughed, “if anything, so much of how he’s turned out is our fault. He was still so impressionable when the band got together and we just pulled him down into the sin pit with us.”

 By about three-quarters of the way through The Aristocats, everyone except Rodrigo and Mariano had gently fallen asleep. Luis’s head was rested on Felipe’s shoulder and Soraya had hers buried under Manuel’s arm.

 “Ah, I should start getting ready. I had agreed to meet the girls today for lunch.” Rodrigo yawned and got up.

“I think I’ll go read in the bedroom. They all seem fine enough out here.” Mariano also arose and they walked into the hallway together.

Rodrigo sat at the table surrounded by three young women. Across from him was Clara, his own girlfriend, of course. She had her bleached blonde hair down and was wearing a cute white 50’s style dress with black polka dot print on it and some basic black pumps.

 To his left was Ana, José’s girlfriend. She had long brown hair, a bit longer than José’s, and brown eyes. Her skin was tanned from the sun, though many also speculated her partial Romani blood added to it, as with José’s. Her dress was retro styled and in black with a very short skirt, showing of her thick thighs and wide hips. She had on many necklaces and big chunky earrings. Her boots were even higher than Clara’s pumps, and she often stated she preferred to walk in high heels or in no shoes at all. On one wrist she had a girly, flowery bracelet and a black leather band with spikes on the other. Her logic was that since she was a singer on the same level as her boyfriend’s band, she could dress however she damn well pleased.

 “I hope my baby is okay. I know how moody he is.” Ana sighed as she sipped on her soda pop.

“Well, my intuition about him isn’t too alarmed, so I’m guess he’s safe wherever he is right now.” Rodrigo ran his finger around the rim of his glass.

“I do worry his moodiness will come back to bite his hairy little ass one day.” The girl to Rodrigo’s left shook her head. Her named was Esperanza. She had blonde hair, somewhat long, though not nearly as long as Ana’s and her eyes were a bright and vibrant shade of brown that seemed to have black rings around the outside of the irises. She had a choker on with a little sun pendant hanging from it. Each of her wrists was adorned with many bracelets of various colors and styles. She had on basic black heels, not nearly as ambitious as Ana’s boots, though she had been known to wear those too. She was also wearing blue and black zebra print leggings and a baggy black top that exposed her shoulder and blue bra strap on one side.

 Rodrigo himself had on a black blazer, a light green button shirt with the top open to show off his hairy chest, his usual inverted triangle necklace, and a golden chain resting in his chest hair. His pants were khaki colored and his shoes black, though he had on bright yellow socks; because “he could” were his words.

 Ana stood up to head for the ladies room when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. They were in a fairly large and fancy and restaurant, but she knew her boyfriend regardless of how far away he appeared in her vision.

“Hey, guys! I know where José is!” She motioned them all to stand up. “Over at that table on the other side of the restaurant!” She pointed. He was easy to spot as most young men didn’t go about with such long hair in this particular environment. As they started to move closer to him, they noticed he was sitting with an older man.

 “Are you serious? Franco isn’t even cold for twenty-four hours and he’s already found someone?” Esperanza groaned.

“José is different. He copes in ways most people don’t get.” Rodrigo squeezed her hand.

As they got closer, Rodrigo noticed his best friend was not wearing any of the clothes he saw him in the night before. José had on a silky black shirt that was half unbuttoned. Around his neck was a long chain with a silver shark pendant along with his usual black cord and amethyst stone necklace. On top of the silk shirt was a baggy black shirt with grey and white designs, the collar popped up, and the sleeves bunched up to his elbows. He even had a few new bracelets and his pants were leather with many zippers and he had on various belts. On his feet were some black leather loafers. (Actually this outfit sounds awesome, haha! I need to draw it and maybe construct one of my own for myself someday haha)

 José saw them approaching and smiled slyly at them. The older man sitting with him turned around to see what he was looking at.

“It’s as if I walked into heaven!” The older man chuckled. He appeared to be in his fifties. His forehead was very high and his graying hair was kept thin and combed back on his head. His eyes were hazel. He was rather chubby though it appeared well distributed over his body. He was wearing a black pinstripe suit and looked like any other politician or businessman might look. Or Mafioso. They couldn’t decide yet.

 None of them were sure how to approach the situation, but luckily José took charge of it before anyone else could.

“Hey you guys! I’m sorry I didn’t come to the lunch today.”

“It’s okay, baby, a lot of shit has happened to you recently!” Ana went over to him and held his head close to her body. “Oh my god, are those little skulls on your loafers?? Those are so cute!” She giggled as she saw his shoes.

“Indeed! Don Manuel took me out this morning to get a new outfit!”

“Yes, and a dark preppy look suits him well!” The older man patted the younger man’s hand warmly.

 The others stared at them blankly.

 “Oh! Where are my manners? Don Manuel, this is my girlfriend Ana, my best friend and band mate Rodrigo, his girlfriend Clara, and our best friend Esperanza!” He motioned to each of them. “Everyone, this is Don Manuel Fraga! I met him at a club last night and we hit it off as if we’d known each other for years!”

 (Note: Don Manuel will always be referred to as Don Manuel or Fraga. He will be easily distinguishable from Manuel in name as you get used to that. Manuel is usually either Manuel, Chemanu, or José Manuel)

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all! Chemari has been telling me about each of you with great passion and I was hoping to meet you soon!” Don Manuel smiled at them.

“Ooooh! Was it Club de la Medianoche?” Clara perked up.

Yes! It’s one of my favorite clubs!”

 Clara pulled Rodrigo’s ear close to her mouth.

“It’s a club where older men tend to pick up younger partners. Gender usually isn’t a concern.”

 “Yes, Chemari and I hit it off fast, but I sensed something was amiss in his life, so we sat down and he explained what had happened recently. It’s always hard to lose someone so important. I asked him if I could help in anyway, and then I did so.” The older man licked his lips and José blushed.\

 They all eventually ended up back at the house to find a couple of policemen outside talking with Felipe and Juan Carlos. The other band members were with them.

“Oh shit, what did I do now?” José sighed as he went to open the passenger door on Don Manuel’s car.

“Chemari,” The older man grabbed his hand gently. “I’m here for you. I’ve decided.”

This made José smile and they both exited the car.

 “José Maria Alfredo Aznar López?” One of the police men walked up to them.

“That would be me.” José nodded.

“We have some boxes of stuff that were taken from Francisco Franco’s house. These are things that normally would have been taken into our possession but The Organization insisted we ask no questions and give them to you. And please be very quiet about this as we are not suppose to be doing this but… The Organization and Don Francisco have been very generous patrons of ours over the years.” The police men both left after all the boxes were given to José.

 “José what are in these?” Felipe asked in a rather nervous manner.

“Well, I suspicion that they are…” The long haired man ripped the top open on one of the boxes and peered inside. “Well, these ones are drawings and paintings. Chemanu, come over here! You might be able to appreciate these.”

“Oh, what is that supposed to mean- Oooh these are nice!” Manuel smiled as he peered into the box and started looking through the artwork.

“Oooh, look at this one!” The black haired boy held up what appeared to be and old etching of a priest and a little boy and a little girl in a questionable act.”

“That’s very nice but don’t be waving it around the whole neighborhood.” Rodrigo pushed it against Manuel’s chest.

“Be careful with it! That one is from the 1700s.” José warned them.

 “Now, I assume one of these boxes is magazines.”

“Score!” Manuel giggled.

“And one of these is tapes and films, perhaps a box of devices. I also assume the shrine to me is here somewhere.”

“A shrine?” Don Manuel raised a curious eyebrow.

“Yeah, he had a shrine dedicated to me. There was even a photo album of us, but it’s mainly just me.”

“Oh gee, I found the box of devices.” Juan Carlos groaned as he closed up the box in front of him.

“Let’s take these into the house so we don’t look weird looking at them on our front porch.” Felipe picked up a box and took it inside. The rest of them followed suit.

 “By the way, who are you?” Felipe smiled and stared at the only person there he didn’t know.

“Manuel Fraga is the name. But please, just call me Don Manuel. Don’t skip out on the Don.” The older man smiled and shook the manager’s hand.

 “José, may I speak with you for a moment?” Felipe laid his hand on the small of the long haired man’s back.

“Erm, okay, what?” José asked when they were in the other room.

“What up with all that??”

“Franco’s weird sexual stuff?”

“No, I don’t care about that. I mean Fraga.”

“Oh! We met last night and—“

“Isn’t it… a bit soon?”

“Pfft. Felipe, you know I don’t believe in monogamy and thus I don’t follow it’s foolish rules. I hate rules in general.”

“Yes, but you have some damn common sense. Isn’t it a bit soon to just be grabbing on to the first older man who gives you attention?”

“Felipe, I have needs. I’ve come to find I need a generous old man who lavishes me with affection and money. Also, he was not the first older man who gave me attention after I left last night. He was about the third. The first two were nothing special.”

“José María Aznar! Stop being foolish! You’re histrionic and impulsive and you ram yourself, head first, right into mistakes!”

“LET ME MAKE THEM! I’m a fucking adult, I can do whatever I damn well want with my personal life! This has nothing to do with the band so I have no obligation to listen to you! Besides, you want to talk to me about how to do my love life when you’re the very person who let me run into the arms of a creepy old man when I was fourteen just because he was your boss! He ended up doing good for me and caring about me, but don’t talk to me like you have iron clad morality!”

 Felipe grew more timid and quiet as José went on.

 “Just…let me do it my way. If I’m making a mistake, then I will realize that. Please, Felipe. Let me be an adult and make my own mistakes.”

“Okay.” The manager nodded. They hugged and went back to the others.

 “Chemari, I never realized how cute you would look in a diaper!” Don Manuel chuckled.

“WHAT?!” José took the photo album the older man was looking through. “Ugh, I told him to burn this photo.” Everyone gathered around him to see a photo Franco had taken of him, at around fifteen it looked like, wearing a diaper, holding a rattle, and even with a pacifier (or dummy or binky or whatever you call it where you live) in his mouth.

“Aww, you’re so cute!” Ana pinched her boyfriend’s cheek.

“I was really hoping no one would ever see this photo. Literally any other photo is better than this.” José moaned. “And you don’t even wanna know what happened after this photo was taken.”

“I wanna know!” Manuel jumped up and down.

“Ah, true, Chemanu. You’ll probably want to know. I’ll tell you later.”

“Hooray!”

At Franco’s funeral, José was given the black and red flag from The Organization that was on his coffin. He was also given a few other items related to the older man and The Orgranization. After his coffin was lowered into the ground, José took out a necklace with a yoke and arrows pendant on it and dropped it into the grave.

 He noticed Franco’s family were waiting by a nearby tree.

“Señor Aznar. I don’t have many words for you at all. I wanted to tell you that the police and that infernal Organization have control on giving you whatever my husband left to you.” Franco’s wife spoke sharply. The whole family, save for a daughter, looked at him like he had murdered their father in cold blood or something.

“And please, there is no need to contact us or speak with us ever again.” The wife barked.

“I understand. Farewell.” José sighed and walked away. After a few steps, someone grabbed his arm. He turned to see the daughter who hadn’t been rude to him. She hugged him tightly to the point he wasn’t able to breath for a few moments.

“Thank you so much for making my father’s last years so enjoyable. No one else would let him, but he would tell me about you and he always had a smile on his face and spark in his eyes when did. Please, thank you. The rest of my family may be cold about you, but I understand what you meant to my father.” She smiled sweetly and kissed him on the cheek before going back to her family.

 So, someone in Franco’s family didn’t actually hate his guts!

Manuel and Soraya strolled up the walkway at her biological parent’s house with adoption papers in hand. Manuel’s connections and his perfectly crafted charm and acting set all in motion for the adoption. All that was left was her parents to sign the papers and Soraya would legally be his daughter and out of her parents’ lives forever.

 “I thought this was your boyfriend?” Her mother was confused. Her father looked over the papers closely.

“It doesn’t matter what he is, does it? He cares about me and finds me useful. You two never did!”

Her mother took a deep breath and easily accepted defeat.

“I don’t know if you care, but I’ll make sure no harm ever comes to her. I can get her good schooling and she’ll be plenty useful around the house for us. I may be young, but I have a lot of life experience! I have much to teach her.”

“I frankly don’t care if you whore her out on the street corner and feed her crack!” Her father finally spoke. “Someone give me a pen so I can get this over with so she can eat up your money instead of ours.”

 Manuel could feel his blood boiling. He clenched his fists hard and was miraculously suppressing the urge to deck Soraya’s father. Soraya rubbed his shoulders to calm him down after she handed her father a pen.

 “I really wish you would’ve let me beat that fool to a fucking bloody pulp.” Manuel sighed as they walked out to his car.

“I wanted to avoid anything more with them. I just want them out of my life…and now they are.” She looked up and him and smiled and before jumping into his arms. He held her high and they kissed. Rather deeply. Very deeply. Wow. So deep.

 Her biological brother walked by and stopped to stare.

“Oh, dude, isn’t that the one guy from that boy band Ojos Dulces?”

They stopped to look at him.

“Yeah. He’s my dad now.”

“Uh, well, okay. I guess.”

 (Note: This is some goddamn Woody Allen shit going on here! Though, they knew each other as singer/fan/friends before this whole arrangement and said arrangement is more for her life to be better and not any real parenting, so maybe it’s different. IDK whatever.)

 Manuel put her back down on the sidewalk so she could talk to her brother.

“I’m not going to be around anymore. Please understand it’s for the best.”

“I do. Mom and dad never much liked you. I understand completely. But… can I meet up with you sometimes? I still like you.”

“That’s fine. Just don’t get them involved, please.”

“I won’t, don’t worry.” Her brother smiled and hugged her.

 Soraya and Manuel got into his car. He rested his hand on her knee and smiled.

 “So, daughter, where should we go now? We’ve got the whole evening to ourselves!”

 “Hmm, I think I want to go have Chinese for dinner and then we’ll see from there, Daddy.”

 They both chuckled as Manuel sped off for the best Chinese place he knew of.

[kenyedoesfiction]

A Death (and a few Births) in the Family, Pt. 1

This was originally going to only be one part, but ideas kept swarming my head and it’s become more ambitious than that. 

Explicit content, but all people involved in any sex described are at least 18, mind you. This takes place in 1985, so they’d pretty much look like they do here. Felipe looks a little older than he does here, shorter hair, and a few gray hairs.Franco... well I’ve not yet drawn him but look up Francisco Franco in his old age LOL

Felipe and Luis were cuddling together on the couch. Well, they were doing more than cuddling. Luis had his hand down Felipe’s pants and was rubbing him while they made out.

 Of course, the phone rang.

“Ugh, it’s probably something stupid.” Felipe slid off of the couch and sauntered over to the phone.

“Hello?” It was Franco on the other end.

“Felipe? It’s me, Francisco.” Already, the conversation felt off. He never referred to himself as Francisco. Really only his wife had ever called him that.

“What’s up?” Felipe’s voice was unsure.

“I just want to tell you not to worry about me. Things will be fine. José is coming over this evening and you let him go. Don’t tell him anything might be wrong. I want him to be his normal self. That’s how I want this all to be. Natural and normal.”

“I… okay.”

“Also, I want to tell you something important. We have had our ups and downs in the time you’ve worked for me, but know that all in all, I’ve enjoyed having you work for me. I don’t think anyone else would have worked as well as you have.”

“Um… thank you.”

“Good bye, Felipe. Tell the boys I care for them deeply!” And with that, the old man hung up.

 Everything about the exchange felt weird.

 “I got a bad feeling in my gut.” The manager sighed as he sat back down next to Luis.

“What’s wrong?”

“He just… is acting so odd. I feel like something bad is going to happen. But I can’t say anything about it. He says he cares about us all though.” Felipe stared straight ahead with a blank look in his dark eyes. Luis wrapped his arms around the older man and held him tight.

 Mariano walked out of his room wearing very tight black leggings, a baggy powder blue sweater, and big black boots.

“What you up to?” Felipe broke his trance.

“Out. Erm, I mean I’m going out.”

“Out where?”

“Just… out. Good bye!” Mariano quickly shuffled out the door and slammed it before anything else could be said.

 “Now what the fuck was that?!” Felipe turned to Luis.

“I have no idea. He’s been going out a lot lately.” The younger man shrugged.

“Hmm.” The older man got up and went to the door of Manuel and Mariano’s room. He knocked.

“What?” Manuel boomed from inside.

“Can I come in?”

“Nothing is stopping you.”

 Felipe opened the door to find Manuel in his boxer briefs, sprawled out on Mariano’s bed. Well, it was both he and Mariano’s bed since he long ago started using his own as a storage table of sorts. He was reading one of Mariano’s Archie comics.

“Oh, you read those too?”

“Yeah, they’re cute. I’d love to get Betty and Veronica alone, woo baby. Cheryl too, damn. Oh, but Ethel and Midge are both pretty hot too.”

“I’m sure that’s what you’re supposed to take from those. Anyway, do you know where Mariano went?”

“Out.”

“Oh, not you too!”

“Hey, he’s my best friend. I respect his wishes of keeping his business a secret. He’s okay, so don’t worry about it.” The black haired boy went back to reading.  

 Felipe shrugged and walked out of the room.

“They won’t tell you either!” Manuel called out to him as he knocked on the door to Rodrigo and José’s room.

“Access granted.” Rodrigo replied. The manager entered the room. Rodrigo was sitting on his bed eating a candy bar (there were already three empty wrappers in front of him) and reading a book. José was finishing getting dressed. He had on tight black jeans, a white button shirt that was half-open, as usual, and nice black shoes.

“Do you two know where Mariano went?”

“None of ya business, I have to go now, bye! Have a good evening!” José patted his manager on the cheek and ran out of the room. Rodrigo continued to eat and read his book.

“Rodri?”

“I can’t really tell you, per say. All I will tell is that it’s not legal, but it’s not harming anyone. Please don’t worry.” Rodrigo looked up from his book for a few seconds to respond.

“Fine. But if he ends up hurt I’m hold you all responsible for not letting me on the scoop. By the way, you know your facial hair is getting a bit wild.”

 Rodrigo sat down his candy bar and felt his face. He had wild beard starting to grow.

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it? I’ll either shave or at least clean it up before out next event. I’ll admit I‘m too lazy to care right now, haha!” He chuckled.

 “RODRI!” They heard a loud shriek from the hallway and a girl zoomed past Felipe and tackled Rodrigo.

“Sorry, she wanted to see him!” Luis appeared in the doorway.

 The girl was Clara, Rodrigo’s current and beloved girlfriend. She was a little shorter than him and rather slender, especially compared to his bulkier frame.

“You should have called ahead so I coulda cleaned myself up for you!” The balding young man moaned.

“I like you as you are! Your fuzzy face, your crooked chocolate covered front teeth, your soft belly, and your cute little skullet!”

“I don’t have a skullet!” Rodrigo ran a hand over his balding head.

“You do, silly, and it looks cute on you! Anyway, I missed you so much!!” She squeezed him tightly.

“You know I can’t help that we were on tour in South America!”

“Haha, silly! It’s fine. I was kept occupied. We had a bunch of business men in and out of the city the past few weeks, it seems, so I’ve been busy.”

 “I thought I heard a pretty little hooker screeching through the house!” Manuel appeared next to Luis in the doorway.  

“Hey Manuel! Oh, and Felipe! I’m sorry, hello!”

“It’s okay! I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen your teddy bear!” The older man chuckled.

José was singing songs as Franco ran a brush through his now rather long hair.

“You’ve let this go so long. It’s beautiful, really.” The old man grinned as studied each strand closely.

“Yeah. Thanks. By the way, why are you being so cutesy with me tonight?” José paused his singing to inquire.

“Oh, no reason really. It’s just been a while since we’ve been tender like this and I was in the mood.”

“I see.”

“Please, can you pour us some wine? My best bottle, please.”

“Sure!” The younger man rubbed his hands together as he disappeared down into the old man’s wine cellar. He came back with what he personally identified to be the best one in the cellar. Franco had a couple glasses read y for them.

“Ah, that’s the exact bottle I was thinking of! So brilliant, you are!” They sat back down on the couch. José opened the bottle and poured them both a glass.

“This is lovely. This is the sort of moment I want to be stuck in my mind when I’m in the afterlife.”

José was still unsure as to why Franco was being so cutesy and sentimental. He decided it was a probably a product of aging.

“Will I be like you when I get old, do you think?”

“No, I should think not. There was a time I wanted you to be like me, but there are some fundamental differences that stop that. My most honest prediction is that you will be a very fit and vain old man. You’ll be the sort who gets up early every morning to run and workout, keeping your body in amazing condition. You’ll color your hair and maybe even have some tattoos! I think you and Ana will still be together because yours is truly a deep love that should stand the test of time. Young ladies will also be a constant in your life.”

“Hm.” José swished some wine around his mouth, thinking of the image the old man had put in his head. “Interesting.”

“Yes, but let’s not think of the future now, my boy.”

“I’m twenty-one”

“You’ve always been a boy to me. Come now, let’s live in the present and enjoy it while we still have a chance!”

Rodrigo sat with his arms around Clara as they listened to music with the others out in the living room.

“I honestly… don’t know what I’d do without her or José. They’re so important to me. Ana too. I wonder what she’s doing tonight? Maybe hanging with Espe somewhere. Hmm. Anyway, I love this girl so much. I think I’d lose my mind if anything bad ever happened to her.” He thought to himself happily. (NOW THIS IS TOTALLY NOT FORESHADWOING TO A LATER FIC, OH NO! Get that idea out of your suspicious heads now! I swear! *Quietly sobs to myself because I hurt the ones I love*)

 “Oh, Rodri-bear, I need to go now! I’ll come see you later, but it’s getting late and I’m actually going to be out turnin’ tricks with Mari—YA! Maria!” Halfway through her sentence, Clara realized not everyone in the room was… well, in on the truth. Rodrigo had a nervous look on his face. Manuel played it cool but he found his eyes twitching a bit.

“Maria is a friend of mine. Oh the men just love her!”

“Is she cute?” Luis inquired.

“Oh yeah. She’s tall, athletic, shy, brunette, hairy but it looks hot on her. Uh….”

“Well, she sounds like my type!” Manuel made a cheesy grin.

“Oh, pfft, Chemanu! Every girl is your type! If I would have let you, you would have named every female in the Archie comic universe earlier.” Felipe rolled his eyes.

“At least I’m not shallow! And why should I be so rude as to not let every woman have a chance at this man meat?” The black haired boy gestured at his crotch.

“You truly are a generous man!” Luis giggled.

 “I love you all so much, especially Rodri-bear. I’ll stop by later!” Clara kissed Rodri on the mouth and then blew the rest of them cute little kisses before leaving.

Franco ran his wrinkled hands across José’s bare chest, especially paying attention to the tufts of hair on the young man’s chest. Both men were shirtless and in bed, though Franco was lying on his back and José was straddling him.

“I don’t know why I ever tried to get you to shave your body hair.” The old man sighed.

“You wanted to keep me looking like a little boy.”

“I was foolish. I suppose I momentarily worried you’d become too rough and manly looking if I let you go the way you please. Alas, you rebelled and raged so much that I gave in and allowed you to do just that… and I still found myself attracted to and in love with you.”

 José took one of Franco’s hands and held it closely, softly kissing it.

“You have such an attitude, but you really are such a sweet boy at the core. And I think… deep inside that cold black heart of yours… you love me as I love you deep inside my own cold, black heart.” The old man smiled.

The young man looked down at the feeble hand that he held in his big strong hand. They had many ups and downs together. The start of their relationship was especially rocky. He reflected on coming into it blind at the old men’s intentions, then realizing them and keeping in the relationship for the good of everyone else in his world. He couldn’t ignore that it hadn’t been all bad along the way. All the ice cream shop visits, shopping sprees, impromptu vacations, and even the endless praise and attention the old man lavished him with. Even when the young man did wrong, Franco always found a way to spin or justify it in his eyes.

 “Perhaps… perhaps I do love you.” A small smile crept across José’s face. It might have been a selfish love, but to José that was still a form of legitimate love.

 “I want to make love to you, Josemari.” Franco smiled.

“That would be nice.” The young man kissed him.

Felipe and Luis rushed up the stairs into Luis’s attic bedroom. He barely ever used it anymore, as he was pretty much sleeping with Felipe full time now, and it was honestly just used by whoever wanted to be absolutely alone in the house anymore.

 They both had been stripping down as they came up the stairs. Luis leapt onto the bed and spread his legs wide open. Felipe chuckled and licked his lips and his leaned over the younger man.

“Whoa whoa, what’s this?” He then noticed something sticking out from under the pillow. He pulled it out. It was a pornographic magazine, all in a foreign language and the content was rather questionable, even for porn.

“It looks Asian maybe?” Luis cocked his head to the side.

“H, h, how old are these girls?” Felipe gritted his teeth.

“HEY! GIVE ME THAT!” Manuel stomped up the stairs and stood before them with his hands on his hips.

“This is yours?” Felipe held the magazine out to the black haired man.

“Yes! It’s part of my illegal foreign pornographic magazine collection!”

“You collect this sort of thing?” Luis queried.

“Indeed! It’s a hobby of mine!” Manuel smiled.

“How much of this hobby involve you beatin’ it to these magazines as well?”

“You know me! Exactly as much as you think it does, if not more! And if any of you ever want to borrow one, come to my room. I keep them locked in a chest. They are filed specifically by subject so I’d rather you just let me get them and put them back for you. Oh, and please try to keep them in good shape. So don’t try to bend them too much and keep them out of the line of fire!” The tall young man chuckled and ran a long finger across his mustache a few times before heading back down stairs to his room.

 “I do wonder what all he has in his collection. I mean, there could be something legitimately hot, knowing his wide range of pleasures.” Luis scratched his chin a bit.

“Indeed. And it would be nice to know just what all illegal materials I have contained in this house, haha!”

“In all fairness, their whole room is probably riddled with illegal shit.”

“True!”

 Luis kissed Felipe passionately. He was always a bit over the top with his tongue, but Felipe honestly loved it that way. The older man stroked the younger man’s brown hair with one hand and massaged his slender ass with the other.

“I love you so much Luis.” Felipe moaned between kisses.

“I love you too, Felipe.”

Mariano leaned up against a wall staring at the beautiful sunset over the city while Clara and some others glanced around looking for any potential customers.

A car pulled up to talk to them but Mariano kept his gaze on the sky. It was a like a beautiful painting that spoke to him. There was a range of colors. Yellow, orange, red, purple, blue, and black, all fading into each other so seamlessly. To the young bearded man, it was like a reflection of his very soul. Light and dark both, but fading so naturally into each other.

 “I want the young man.” The man in the car pointed to Mariano.

“Yano!” Clara called over to him. The bearded man jutted back into reality and looked over at the car. It looked extremely expensive and the man himself was very clean cut and rich looking.

“Oh, of course!” He smiled and sauntered over to them. The man in the car took a good look up and down Mariano’s body.

“Turn around and move a bit.”

Mariano did just as he was told.

“Yeah, you’re perfect. What do you charge?”

“A blowjob is 3,500 pesetas. Anal is about 7,000.”

The rich man pulled in Mariano close and whispered in his ear.

“Ah, well I’m gonna have to charge you 17,500 for that.”

“Really? that’s quite a deal. Most other boys charge me much more!”

“What can I say? I actually enjoy what you just asked of me… so you get a deal.” Mariano got into the car with the man and they went off.

“Oh god, yes, please, my dear little boy!” Franco moaned in pleasure as José rode him with tender passion.

“You love that, don’t you, you filthy old man, no?” The long haired man moaned. He was actually pouring with sweat, between the wine already making his body warm and then their passionate sex just adding to it. He licked his thick mustache and rubbed the old man’s hands sensuously as the continued riding his cock.

“Yes, oh god yes, my boy.”

 This back and forth had been normal for them for years and that is just what Franco wanted; no, it was just what he needed.

 “You’re eighty-two and I’m twenty-one. You’ve been perving on me since I was fourteen, you should be ashamed of yourself, you filthy old coot.”

“You’re too sexy for me to be ashamed of wanting.” Franco moaned louder. It had been a long time since they did anything this active or ambitious, at least to Franco. José often had wild and rough sex, so this was nothing for him.

 “My dear little boy, I love you so much.”

“I, I, I love you too.”

 They both thrashed and moaned. In fact, Franco found himself being more rough and active than he had been in years, pushing himself as deep into José’s ass as he could.

 “Yes… yes thank you José, thank you!” The old man could feel his orgasm coming to the surface… along with something else. He took a good look at the young man riding with him with such fervor. It was truly one of the best images he’d ever seen in his whole life.

 He finally came, but José could only enjoy the warm feeling inside of his ass for a short time. Simultaneously as he came, Franco had a heart-attack. It seemed quick and not too painful. The old man fell limp under his young lover.

 José’s jaw dropped open, his brown eyes doubled in size, and he held his ring bearing hands close to his face.

 He could barely move for many minutes. Finally, he lowered his hand to check the old man’s pulse. Nothing. He lowered his head to his chest. Nothing at all.

 Somehow, he managed to motivate himself to get up and headed for the phone.

Luis had his elbows on the window sill and was enjoying looking out on the city while his manager was pounding away at his ass.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you still have such a tight ass.” Felipe groaned, clenching into the younger man’s hips.

“I make sure to keep it tight.” Luis bit his lip.

 He’d been watching all sorts of sights. His mind always liked to bob back and forth between things. A whole bunch of people had gone by since he had got in the window. Mostly young people, since it was getting late. At one point he had noticed Manuel going out and meeting a young girl and taking her into the house. That was normal, of course, so he just chuckled at it.

 He started stroking himself vigorously; especially as he could tell Felipe was pulling closer and closer to climax.

 “Oh fuck, fuck, you beautiful young man!” Felipe moaned and started to shake and clenched his fingers into Luis’s hips as he ejaculated. After a few moments, Luis came too.

 Then the phone rang.

 The mood of the room instantly shifted.

 Felipe didn’t even put clothes on. He rushed downstairs to the phone.

 “Felipe?” It was José and his voice sounded like that of a lost little boy.

“Yes, José?”

“I… I… he…. He’s dead. Please come over and only bring Rodrigo.” And with that, José hung up. Felipe slowly lowered the phone onto the receiver.

 Luis, also still naked, was now standing right by the hallway entrance. Rodrigo was peaking around the corner. Both young man had concerned looks on their faces.

 “Franco is dead.” Their manager said blankly. Both of their mouth fell open slowly.

“José wants me and you only to come over, Rodrigo.”

“I understand.” The older of the two nodded.

“Just as well. I should stay back here, just in case. Manuel should maybe go find Mariano.”

“That sounds like a good idea to me.” Felipe walked between them and to the closed door of Manuel and Mariano’s room.

 There was a quaint looking sign hanging from a nail on the door.

“Please do not disturb! I am entertaining a beautiful fan!” It read, with a mustached smiley face under the words and Manuel’s signature at the bottom.

 Felipe took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“You can CLEARLY see that the sign says I’m entertaining a BEAUTIFUL fan right now!” Manuel replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Yes, and you know that I hate bothering you more than anyone else, but this is really an emergency and I need you to go out and find Mariano.” The manager sighed. After a bit, Manuel cracked the door open.

“Why?”

“Franco died. I can sense José is about to fall into hysterics and wants Rodrigo and I over there. Luis is going to stay here at the house. Hell, you can take your friend if you want to.”

Manuel stared at the other three through the crack.

“I suppose this probably a sad occasion, in a way. Fine. I’ll go find him.” He shut the door quickly.

 “Okay, I’m getting dressed, Rodrigo, we need to get over there as soon as possible.”

“I know the shortest route.” The balding man nodded.

“Then you will drive.” Felipe ran to his bedroom. Luis followed, feeling he should probably get dressed too, just in case.

Clara was leaning up against a lamp post talking to one of her coworkers when Manuel’s car pulled up.

“What are you doin’ out here?” She walked over to him.

“Franco’s dead! Hell, I’m sure the old fart probably died while fuckin’ José! It’s gonna be a fuckin’ mess the next few days, I’m sure. I’m supposed to get Mariano and bring him back to the house.“

“Wow. Just. Wow. Um, he should be back anytime now, he’s been with this client for a while.”

 Just as she finished her sentence, the expensive car pulled up and Mariano got out with a huge grin on his face.

“Clara, I got quite the haul tonight! He ended up insisting that he pay more than what I asked and—Manuel?? What are you doing out here?” His mood shifted. Something didn’t feel right.

“The old man’s dead.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah, Felipe and Rodri went over to his place to see José and probably do damage control before anyone else is called. Luis is staying at the house and I was told to come get you. You gotta get in the back, I have a friend in the passenger seat.” Manuel motioned toward the back seat. He had tinted windows and it was nighttime, so he wasn’t sure if Mariano would even see the girl next to him.

“Of course.” Mariano got in the car.

“You guys stay as safe as you can. I love you all!” Clara waved.

“Will do, we love you too.” Manuel nodded and they sped off.

 Mariano leaned forward between the driver and passenger seats and looked at the young girl. She wasn’t too tall at all, especially compared to them. She had long brown hair and big brown eyes.Her lips were rather plump as was the rest of her body. She seemed mature yet somehow very young at the same time, making it hard to guess her age very well.

“What’s your name?”

“My name is Soraya!” She blushed lightly.

“You’re very cute, Soraya!” Mariano smirked and blushed, which made her blush even more.

“I’m glad you two are hitting it off. She’s a dear little fan. We’ve been corresponding for a while now, then we started chatting on the phone. I don’t know if I’ve ever carried on this long with someone before fucking them. Oh hell, I’d say she’s a great friend anymore, not just a fan.” Manuel chuckled.

“Really? Wow, I, really?” Mariano seemed in a bit of disbelief, but Soraya nodded happily. “You must be special then.” The bearded man smiled.

“And I was hoping the three of us could have a fun little arrangement.” Manuel blushed a bit.

“I… think we could try.” His best friend nodded his head in agreement. Soraya blushed even harder.

 A while went by as Manuel was cruising through the city.

 “Say, how old are you, Soraya?” Mariano turned back to her. She looked away.

“Mariano, ya boob, this is not the time to ask such useless questions!” Manuel nudged his best friend’s shoulder.

“Well, she like, looks like she could be a wide variety of ages depending on which feature I look at!”

“I’m nineteen, you’re twenty. She will tell you when she’s good and ready but she’s close enough to us, okay?”

“Okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make a hassle. Please don’t be mad at me.” He sat a hand on Soraya’s shoulder.

“It’s okay.” She smiled again, then leaned over and whispered something in his ear. (Part of my reason for her age secrecy is that I haven’t decided how old she is yet, but she is in the teen range)

“OH! I see. Okay, I understand now, Manuel.” Mariano chuckled nervously.

Felipe and Rodrigo entered Franco’s house. Well, it was one of his houses. This was the one where he stayed alone and often had José over. He had a house elsewhere when he felt like living with his wife and seeing his family. This was a more private home.  

 José was sitting on the couch, still naked, staring straight ahead.

“How do you feel?” Rodrigo sat down next to him.

“…he just… had a heart-attack right in front of my eyes. We were having so much fun. It was the best sex I’ve ever had with him… and he just dies.”

 Felipe wandered over and looked into the bedroom. Franco was lying lifeless on his bed. A tear formed in the corner of the manger’s eye. He had no idea why he’d even cry. The old man and he rarely ever got along, and yet… there was sadness. He turned back to look at the other two. Rodrigo was extremely concerned and José slowly started to shake.

“Why…” He gasped softly. There was complete silence, then he started crying hysterically and buried his face in Rodrigo’s chest.

“He knew he was going to die tonight.” Felipe sat down next to them.

“WHY DIDN’T HE WARN ME??”

“He didn’t want you troubled. He wanted as you always are. That’s the memory he wanted to leave on.”

 José continued screaming and crying for what seemed like an eternity before he grew quiet. He sprung up and went to the bathroom and came back out, fully dressed and looking extremely angry.

“I’m going out. I don’t fucking know when I’ll be back, but I will come back to our house when I’m ready.” Without giving either of the other two a chance to speak, he sped out of the house in a rage.

 “I guess we have nothing to do but clean up and call the authorities. We’ll have to alter the story a bit, obviously.” Felipe stood up.

“Indeed. I hope he’ll be okay.” Rodrigo said quietly.

“I do too, I really do too.”

 It wasn’t until much later that night that Felipe and Rodrigo were finally able to get away from the house. The police had a load of questions, though most were just procedure, thankfully. Franco’s age made everything not seem so suspicious, not to mention Franco had made a point to keep the police bribed.  

 They walked in the house to find everyone sitting shirtless around the table and eating tacos.

“Oh, right, its topless taco night.” Felipe looked around.

“Yeah, but where’s José?” Mariano sat a taco down.

“He went out in an angry huff. We have no idea when he’ll be back.” Rodrigo shrugged, “Might as well take our shirts off and eat tacos.”

“That’s what we figured. And Soraya here wanted to stay, so I guess she can sit in for him tonight.” Luis stated.

“Yeah, José has nice pecs, but her titties are still way nicer.” Manuel smirked.

 They sat down and Felipe got to looking at the young girl.

“Say, what do your parents think about you hanging out with us?”

“Meh, they don’t really care what I do.” The young girl rolled her dark eyes.

“Very true, a few nights ago, I snuck over to her house in the middle of broad day light and stood outside her window singing some her favorite songs I do, and her dad looked right at us and shrugged and went into the house.

“He never even yelled at me. He just asked if Manuel was my new boyfriend. Said I’d probably be more use hanging out with him than I would staying at the house. Dad thinks I’m not useful since I’m a girl. And as horrible as this might sound, I would have invited him to rape me, since it would have been a sort of attention and a sign of some kind of wanting of me… but no, nothing but empty words every so often. Mom just listens to every word he says. They love my brother and I’m just there taking up space and money. So, I won’t bother them anymore.”

 The room was silent for a long time as everyone ate.

 “Do you want to stay with us?” Felipe looked her square in the eyes.

“… really?”

“Yes. You deserve to be around people who will actually be kind to you.”

“But… I… am still young enough to need a legal guardian.”

“I’ll adopt you.”

 Everyone stared at Manuel.

“What? Someone has to! She can’t live like that. I’ve grown attached to her. She needs me in many ways.”

“It’s just… this is something most people wouldn’t see you doing.” Felipe didn’t even blink because he was so bewildered.

“I wouldn’t do it for most people walking this earth. Soraya though… she is special in ways I can’t begin to explain. Someone like me doesn’t just grow attached to just anyone, Mariano knows this. You all do. I will adopt her and get her out of that depressing world and give her a real life. And besides, I may not be a man with a great caring for what society says is right or wrong, but when a young woman is saying she wishes her own father would RAPE her because it would at least give her a sense of being wanted, then there are some fucking things that need to change in her life.” Manuel slammed his fists on the table.

“You’re right. And I can tell she means the most to you, so you do what you know is best.” Their manager nodded in approval.

“Thank you, Chemanu!” Soraya held him close.

[kenyedoesfiction]

Ojos Dulces Beginnings, Pt. 4

Wow has it really been that long since I posted the third part? GEE! Anyways, here’s the conclusion to this little series. Except more fic with the band to come, but this particular series stops here :P As par for the course, dirty things talked about, yadda yadda don’t read if you don’t like. Sex implied but not written out.

Manuel and José walked calmly back down to the recording studio together.

“Please don’t tell anyone what I was doing. I’m not proud of that.” The black haired boy sighed.

“No problem. Any secrets you tell me are safe with me.” José patted him on the back.

“Yeah. The thing is, I gotta fuck him now.”

“Ah yes, I always fuck someone when I care for them. Why, just last month, my mother and I were banging like the wind. Oh yeah, gotta fuck all the ones you care about. I see you’re not used to this emotion a lot.”

 Manuel rolled his eyes.

 “I mean I’m also attracted to him. He’s my friend and he’s sexy. I’m allowed to fuck my friends! Like, you and Rodrigo totally need to fuck. I could take out a knife and cut the sexual tension. He’s always staring at your ass.”

“He, he is?”

“Yes! Man is practically drooling when he walks behind you. And he did say he digs you.”

“Oh my god, he walks behind me a lot!”

“Yeah man. He wants to get all up in that! I can’t blame him, you got a nice ass.”

“I know, you inspected it closely yesterday morning.”

“And you liked it.”

“Ugh, well, yeah I did.” José crossed his arms and groaned.

“Hehe, well at least I know one person I can go to for a sure thing.”

 “Anyway, let’s get in there so they don’t think we’ve both ran away.”

“We could just do that one day. Just go and never come back. Paris sounds nice! We can both learn French. I know some. We can learn more and be two handsome young men living the life. Getting all the sex and drugs we want. Me and you, we’re more alike than one might assume. We both love attention, we love decadence, we’re risk-takers, we do whatever the hell we want, and we have a special connection.” He caressed José’s cheek tenderly.

“If you’re going down for that shit thing, you’re gonna take me with you, aren’t ya?” The older boy laughed.

“Of course, we’re both guilty. And besides, it’s no fun to go down alone.” The black haired boy wiggled his eyebrows.

“I suppose. But I will say, if we do ever run away, we shouldn’t stay in Paris forever. They’ll eventually find us. We’d eventually have to go farther.” José winked as opened the door and they joined the others in the studio.

 Mariano’s face lit up when he saw Manuel. He walked over to hip and slipped a piece of paper in his pocket.

“What, is this school or something??”

“Shh, just promise you’ll read it when you’re alone.” Mariano whispered.

“Fine, I will.”

 José and Rodrigo were looking over their songs when José dropped a paper on purpose.

“Oops! How clumsy of me! I’ll get it!” He bent over to fetch the paper, but at an angle that he could see Rodrigo’s reaction. The older boy, as expected, stared at his friend’s ass, even licking his lips a lit.

 “Shit, Chemanu’s right. Fuck. Now I’m horny as hell.” José thought to himself. He stood back up and they continued looking over the songs.

 Rodrigo dropped the pen that was in his hand. José couldn’t tell if it was on purpose or actually an accident. Regardless he found himself looking at the other boy’s ass.

 “You two have all the time in the world to look at each other’s rear ends as if they were delicious cakes when we’re not working!” Juan Carlos called over to them. Rodrigo jutted back up instantly. Both boys were blushing intensely. Manuel and Mariano had smirks on their faces. Luis was laughing up a storm.

“Now can we please see how you all are doing on ‘Ser Mi Chica’?” The producer smiled and sighed.

 They five of them got into the recording booth.

 “Okay, I just want to listen to you and see where we’re at. I may stop you here and there to give some advice.”

 The boys sang the whole first verse before Juan Carlos stops them.

 “Okay, you guys sound great. You harmonize rather well; I can tell you’ve been practicing. José, I want to hear you a bit more. When you’re all laying down your own tracks, I can just make yours louder if I need to, but when you’re together like this, I need to make sure everyone has the right presence naturally so I need you to project a bit more for us to get the right sound we need.”

 “No problem, I was just a bit distracted. I’m not as loud when I’m distracted.” He shrugged. He was indeed distracted. Rodrigo smirked at him and they went back to singing.

 “Perfect, perfect. Okay, we have to record some so Franco can hear where we’re at and see what further direction he wants to go in.” Juan Carlos clasped his hands together.

 “Oh, I know what direction the old fart wants to go in! Right up José’s ass!” Manuel guffawed. Rodrigo slapped his hand against his forehead. Luis tried hard to suppress a laugh.

“The hell, man?” José huffed.

 Manuel grabbed Mariano’s shoulders sensuously and started mimicking Franco’s voice.

“Oh, mi sexy chico! I’ll buy you a tub of your favorite ice cream if you suck me off.”

Maraino moaned, “Ay papi! You’re such a filthy little worm, but I must take this one for the band! For my family! For España! And more importantly, for the ice cream!”

“Oh go fuck off!” José barked.

 “Will you all shut up?? Manuel, Mariano, that was out of line and it’s way too early in the band to teasing each other over such things. You’re not allowed to break up before you even begin!” Juan Carlos boomed at them. Felipe closed his eyes and held his temples as if he had a headache.

 After they recorded about five demos, Juan Carlos dismissed them for the day. Mariano took Manuel aside.

“I feel bad.”

“You feel bad for the toilet when you have diarrhea.”

“Whatever! Don’t make me regret telling you that story! Anyways! I feel bad for how we teased José.”

“It was just a joke. I prefer to joke with messed up situations.”

“Yes, but does he know that?” Rodrigo butted in and glared at the taller boy. “I do not know all the details of situation between him and Franco, but I know he doesn’t enjoy it. And while it may not matter to you if his feelings are hurt, I advise to you that things will go much better around here if you at least feign empathy and apologize to him.” The oldest boys hazel eyes pierced into Manuel’s mind.

“Fine. If he’s going to be so sensitive to a joke.” Manuel sighed as he strolled over to José.

 “Hey man, I’m sorry. That joke was out of line. I only said it because that the best way for me to deal with messed up situations. I need to joke about them.”

“It’s okay, I’m getting over it and it kinda is funny in a messed up way.” The long haired boy smiled. “And we’ve got a connection! I’m not just gonna throw away over black humor aimed at me. Hell, I love black humor!”

 “Haha, what I love that the author keeps bringing up that you two have a ‘special connection’!” Luis popped his head in.

“Stop breaking the fourth wall and go hang out with Felipe or something!” José pushed the youngest boy away from the conversation.

Felipe and Luis were sitting on a couch in the recording studio as Juan Carlos passed by.

“Hey, you two wanna go out for some sandwiches?” He offered. “I’ll buy!”

“Sure, sound good to you?” Felipe turned to Luis.

“I’m down.” The young boy grinned happily.

 The three of them started down the hallway.

“Hey, this closet was shut earlier.” Juan Carlos swung open a closet door as they were going to pass it.

 Rodrigo had José bent over a chair and was penetrating him.

“OH!” Juan Carlos exclaimed and shut the door as quickly as he had opened it. Felipe and Luis gave each other shocked smirks.

“Guys, I apologize. I fear that I’m having a hard time coping with the image of two teen boys fucking in my head. I don’t care what they do but it’s not what I enjoy thinking about. I have to go find a hooker to cleanse my palate. You’ll have to eat without me, sorry guys.” Juan Carlos shook his head and walked away.

 “Ah, he wouldn’t last one night at our house!” Felipe laughed. “C’mon, let’s go to the diner.” They laughed and left together.

 They had a great time at the diner. Sitting in a booth together, having sandwiches and milkshakes, laughing, and talking about all the girls that passed by the window they sat next to.

 The two of them stopped at the store and Felipe offered to buy Luis any item in the store that he wanted, no strings attached. Luis ended up picking out a dress, with a little help from Felipe on which size would fit him. He’d always wanted a dress and despite his family being rather socialist over all, he still wasn’t sure how his father would’ve ever taken it, so he never bothered. Felipe also helped him decide which looked best on him.

“Ah, this… this amazing! Thank you!” The young boy was beside himself.

 The two finally went home to find that Mariano and Manuel were walking down the steps from the front door, both dressed in really nice suits.

“Where are you two off to?” Felipe raised an eyebrow.

“I’mma wine ‘im ‘n’ dine ‘im before I commence to reclinin’ ‘im!” Manuel smiled.

“The hell did he just say?” Luis was confused.

“Sounds like he’s been watching too much American TV.”

“We’re going out for dinner.” Mariano spoke very fast.

“Oh, don’t withhold information! We’re going out on a date and then I’m taking his virginity because I want him to have a good time all around.” Manuel explained. The other boy blushed intensely and hid his face.

“Well I think that’s wonderful!” Felipe grinned. “You two be on your way!”

“Yeah, have fun!” Luis waved as the other two boys walked off. He started having ideas though.

 Rodrigo and José were watching television as the other two entered the living room. Luis started looking at them with great interest. The older boy noticed him staring and decided to have fun with it.

“José how could you leave your dick out like that? Don’t you know to put it away now that we’re done sucking each other off?”

“OH MY GOD did I—“ The longer haired boy looked down at his clothed crotch, then proceeded to glare at the older boy, “We weren’t sucking each other off!”

“That’s what he’ll try to tell you!” Rodrigo winked at Luis. The youngest boy fell into a giggling fit.

“You kids are insane.” Felipe grabbed a beer out of the fridge and sat down at the dining table.

 At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it!” Luis bopped over and opened it to reveal it was none other than Franco.

“Hello, Luis. May I come in?”

“Oh, of course, sir!” He stepped back to let the old man in.

 “Felipe, my dear man, can you tell me if you know anything of the broken window on the second floor of the headquarters?” Not to think ill of any of your boys, but intuition tells me one of them did it.”

Felipe seemed genuinely shocked.

“Papa Franco, it was me.” Everyone stared at José, who of course was lying, but the only other person who really knew that wasn’t even home. Felipe has suspicions though.

“I have mood issues every so often, and I’ll admit, the stress of doing this band is quite daunting… but I want to do it. I just messed up and got angry for a moment. I’m sorry though. You can take it out of my check.” He stared straight into Franco’s eyes without blinking.

“Oh, José, my dear little boy, that’s quite okay. I can be an understanding man when I need to be. Here, why don’t I take you out on the town tonight, help you relax and take some stress off? Yes, we shall do just that! Now go shower and get dressed up!” Franco smiled as he sat down in the armchair.

 José sighed as got up from the couch and headed for the bathroom. Rodrigo followed him.

“You didn’t break the window, did you?”

“No, I didn’t. But I can’t tell him that! I don’t know what he’d do to Manuel! I knew I’m the only one who can get away with doing shit when it comes to him! I will take the fall any time I know I can.” He took his clothes off and turned the shower on.

“You know, when I was little, something told me my life wasn’t going to be easy. That a lot would be put on me. I’d either have to die or fight. I have no will to die, for there’s so much I know I want to do in life, so I will fight. I always do what I know is right. This band we have going here… it’s going to be something. I can feel it and I will do whatever I can to keep it going. Sometimes you have to suffer to get what you need. I will suffer all that I need to. It’s always worth it at the end of the day.” He shut the curtain and began showering. Rodrigo thought for a moment to himself, then went out into the hallway.

 “Rodri!” Luis grabbed him.

“Yes?”

“Can we talk in private?”

“Of course.” They went into his and José’s bedroom and closed the door.

 “Is everything okay?” The older boy crossed his arms with a look of concern on his face.

“Yes, it is. I just… okay. So Felipe isn’t ready for a physical relationship with me yet. I can handle that. It’s… I gave Manuel a blowjob the other day and I came away from that with something.”

“His jizz in your stomach?”

“Well, that too, but seriously. I’ve been thinking and… I still have needs. I’m young, but I’m growing, just as we all are.”

“Of course. Hormones are wild.”

“I want to lose my virginity. I know I can’t ask Felipe to do that. I really… I really feel for him. I don’ know… maybe I love him. But I do know I can’t force him outside of his comfort zone. I still want to lose it to someone older and more experienced than me though.” The younger boy scuffed his foot on the carpet.

“Oh, I see.” Rodrigo thought for a moment and smirked.

“You’re a pretty cool guy. I trust you.”

“Thank you.”

 José opened the door, closed it behind him, let his towel fall off, and began scrambling in the dresser and the closet.

“Rodrigo, do you know where my Abuelo’s ring is?”

“You put it in my nightstand the other day. Here, I’ll get it.” Rodrigo went over the nightstand beside of his bed, opened up a drawer, and pulled a ring box out.

José pulled on fresh pair of boxers, black socks, a clean white dress shirt, a blue tie, and black pants and jacket.

“I should start wearing rings. Lots of them. I think that’d look good on me.” He grinned as he looked at his grandfather’s ring.

“You know he got this in Cuba. He gave it to me when he heard I wasn’t a virgin. Said I was a man now, so I needed a man’s ring!”

“What kind of family do you have? I thought they were conservative.” Luis cocked his head to the side.

“Oh they are, but every family has its quirks.”

“How did he find out you weren’t a virgin?”

“He overheard me and my sister talking one day. We didn’t know he was right at the door.”

After he got his suit on, he went back into the bathroom to check his hair and put on some cologne.

 “I’m off! God only knows what all I’m gonna do tonight, but I hope you all have fun with whatever you’re doing!” He ducked his head back into the bedroom and bid them farewell for the night.

 “Luis, I’ll do it. No, let me rephrase that, I’ll do you!” Rodrigo winked. Luis giggled, and then got serious.

Mariano gulped the wine the waiter had poured into his glass.

“Why are you so nervous?” Manuel queried.

“Have you seen yourself naked?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty hot.”

“Well, yes but I mean… have you seen me naked?”

“Yeah, all together I’ve essentially seen all the bits.”

“Do you notice a fundamental difference between us?”

“Hmm, give me a moment, I can do this.” The black haired boy scratched his chin. “Ah! I have black pubes and you have brown!”

“Well, yes but that’s not what I mean.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know.”

“What?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“I wanna hear what you’re talking about, Yano.”

“It’s just.. you have…”

“What do I have?”

“You know!”

“Just spit it out, man!”

“YOU HAVE A HUGE COCK!”

 The whole restaurant was silent and staring at them.

“Ay, settle down. We’re two teenage boys. We talk about girls and our cocks! Nothing weird! Go back to your meals!” He made shooing motion and eventually got everyone to go back to their own business.

 “Okay, so I have a huge cock. What’s your point?”

“It’s just… I don’t know how this is gonna feel.”

“Do you want to do it to me instead?”

“No, no, I want you to do me. I’m just nervous. That’s a lot to take in.”

“Hehe.”

 Their waiter came by and whispered in Mariano’s ear. He instantly went red in the face.

“I, uh, um.”

The waiter got a sad look on his face, so he went over to whisper in Manuel’s ear.

“Ah, I think that could work, but not tonight. It’s a special occasion. Maybe if you give us your number, we can get in touch in the near future though!” The black haired boy grinned. The waiter smirked and wrote down his phone number on Manuel’s napkin.

José fiddled with his grandfather’s ring as he was waiting for Franco to get out of the bathroom. They had paid their check for dinner already and were about to leave and move onto whatever else the old man wanted to do next.

“That’s a nice ring.” The older man sat back down at their table.

“Yeah, it was my Abuelo’s. He got it in Cuba and had it for years. Then he gave it to me. I want to start wearing more rings.”

“Say no more! To the jewelry store we go!” Franco practically bounced up and headed for the door.

 Franco let him pick out as many rings as he wanted and didn’t give him any price limit. He even picked out one he wanted the boy to wear for him, and José had to admit it looked really nice. He also ordered one because they didn’t have it in his size and he wanted a special engraving.

Felipe decided to have an early night. He said good night to Rodrigo and Luis and went to bed. The two boys started making out on the couch and progressively going further and further with each other.

 “Are you sure you’re ready?” Rodrigo sat up after taking his shirt off. Luis started running his fingers along the trail of hair that went from the older boy’s belly button and down into his pants.

“I’m very ready.” The younger boy smiled.

“Well, we’re going to need some lubrication.”

“You go get that. I’ll meet you out on the back porch. I wanna do it under the moon light.” Luis grinned and got up.

Mariano walked into the hotel room they got for the night and took a deep breath. Everything seemed perfect. He felt a bit awkward at the fact that Manuel insisted they get one this fancy and expensive, but he wasn’t one to argue with the boy either.

 The other boy came up behind him and started kissing his neck and rubbing his body. He felt a warm and tingly sensation throughout his whole body. He never wanted this moment to end, but simultaneously wanted to whip his friend around and ravage him right there on the bed.

“You know, I wanted to fuck you the moment we met.” The black haired boy purred in his friend’s ear.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was serious about getting in this band. I had to act perfect to get this far.”

“I would’ve been fine if you had just went wild on me.” Mariano groaned.

“Such willing prey.” Manuel cooed as he led his friend over to the bed.

Felipe yawned as he walked out of his bedroom into the hallway. Luis exited Rodrigo and José’s room.

“Oh, hey Felipe!” Luis seemed nervous.

“Oh, were you two having a sleepover since José wasn’t home to use his bed?”

“Well, we did have a sleepover of sorts… though José’s bed was still empty.”

“What?”

“Erm, good morning!”

 Felipe shook his head.

“I’m fine if you guys did the diddly-do.”

“The diddly-do? Are you a little girl?”

“Haha, I’m just trying to have fun. I mean, it’s fine if you guys did it. In fact, I’m happy for you! I want our relationship to be one that’s open-minded, especially since you and I aren’t going to be too physical for a while. We both still deserve to fulfill our needs!”

“Thank you, I’m glad we agree.”

“Let’s have some breakfast!”

 The two of them of walked into the living room to find José sleeping on the couch with a strange red and black flagged draped over him. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at them in a groggy daze.

“Mornin’.”

“Good morning, what’s this?” Felipe held up the flag. It had two thick red vertical bars on each flank and a black bar in the middle with a red yoke and arrows symbol.

“Oh, I think I joined a cult of sorts last night.”

“Hey, I recognize this symbol. It sticks in my mind that it’s bad, according to my family.”

“Well, a lot of people don’t like cults. The old man was badgering me to join. If I recall right, he said I was perfect for it. That it would help build me into an amazing man. Yadda, yadda, and all that jazz.”

“Well, the colors are cool, I’ll give it that.” Felipe gave the flag back to him.

“I’VE GOT IT! THEY KILLED MY GRANDPA!” Luis got an alarmed look on his face.

“OH MY GO NO! I don’t want to kill grandpas!” José started to panic.

“Well, they killed him because he was a very active enemy of theirs. They’re a very far-right and fascist sort of group.”

“Fuck, that doesn’t really sound like me. I just want people to be free and not told how to live. I don’t know why the old man thought I’d want to be a part of this!”

“I think he wants to turn you into him, in a sense.”

“I don’t wanna be him. I wanna be me!” José groaned.

 Mariano and Manuel walked into the room after a few moments.

“Good news everyone! We’re banned from The Salida del Sol hotel!” Mariano waved his hands and talked in a sarcastic tone.

“What the hell did you two do??” Felipe put his hands on his hips.

“Let’s just say the cleaning lady didn’t like what we did to the room.” The tall boy with glasses sighed.

“She is a cleaning lady! She’s supposed to clean shit! She shouldn’t be such a wimp!” The black haired boy giggled as he leaned against the doorframe.

“No one will ever be able to use those sheets again, José Manuel!”

“You guys didn’t stop to… think about… doing… odd things in a more appropriate setting for such… odd things?” Their manager queried.

“It was the heat of the moment, we weren’t really thinking, I’ll admit.” Mariano shook his head. José chuckled profusely.

“At least I made your first time special!”

“You can say that again!” Mariano smirked before breaking out into laughter, not really able to stay mad about the whole affair.

“In other news, Rodri took my virginity last night!” Luis beamed.

“Congrats, man!” Mariano gave him the thumbs up.

“Awesome!” José winked at him.

“Welcome to the club!” Manuel held out his hand and they did a high-five.

 Rodrigo strolled into the room with a dignified look on his face.

“Inform the press! I underwent a change last night! I am now to wear tons of gold jewelry, Necklaces! Watches! Don’t forget the pinky rings! I will wear nice pressed and tailored suits! I’ll get a Swiss bank account and be a sleazy old man! Ever since I slept with a younger man, I have no choice!”

“Laugh, but I can actually see you like that in 30 or 40 years time!” Felipe smiled a big toothy smile.

“Really? Hmm.” The oldest boy thought to himself.

“He’s eleven-“ Manuel started.

“Going on twelve!” Luis interjected.

“He’s eleven going on twelve and you’re fifteen. Not really much of an age gap.”

“In teen years it is.” Rodrigo shrugged.

“Well then, I’ve been doing it wrong!” The black haired boy had a smug look on his face.

 The phone rang at that instant. Felipe went over to it and answered it.

“Hello, Ms. Holguín! You live next door, yes?... Mhm… oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize they…. Oh, I see, haha, well if you insist it’s okay!.... I’ll talk to you later! Good bye!” He hung up the phone.

“That was the old lady that lives next door. She said she looked out her window last night to see two teenage boys in “flagrante delicto”, as she put it, on our back porch.

“Oh gee.” Rodrigo covered his face with his hand. Luis got a blank look on his face.

“Ah, it’s okay. She said at her age things like that give her a thrill that she doesn’t get very often. She was more concerned about other people complaining, so we should be careful in that respect.”

“She gets a thrill, eh?” José bounced up and went to the back door.“Oh hey, she’s in her back yard! I’ll be a good boy and introduce myself!” He peeled all of his clothes off and went outside to greet her.

“Jesus Christ on the cross!” Mariano squealed.

 A few moments passed and he came back inside.

“She’s a cool old gal, we’re gonna have fun being neighbors with her!” José chuckled as he pulled his boxers back on.

 “You know, I know it’s early to say, but I really think this all was a good idea. This band I mean. You’re all meshing so well, and you’re talented. I have a good feeling, deep in my gut. I’m really glad to be a part of this.” Felipe held his hands together. They all agreed and laughed together over the usual inappropriate stuff.

 All of them had a feeling interesting things were to come. They never would have foreseen how it all really would go down and how intense it would be at times, but they were all there for the ride regardless.

[kenyedoesfiction]

Ojos Dulces Beginnings, Pt. 3

Finally I got this part done! I’m sorry for the beginning being weird like it is. Though I like to think I’m not being overly graphic, haha! I haven’t decided if I want there to be a part four yet or if I’m just leaving this little bit as it is at the end of this. 

Rodrigo and José sat on the couch in the living room watching cartoons and munching on cereal. Felipe and Luis were in the dining area right off of the living room. Somewhat watching  cartoons but also mindlessly chatting with one another.

“How old are you, Felipe?” The young boy asked eagerly.

“I’m thirty-two!”

 Mariano yawned as he walked out of the hallway and fell into the armchair he had been sitting in when he got home the previous evening.

 “So what happened last night after you two left the room?” José sat his spoon down in his bowl.

“Huh? Oh! Right. Well, not as fun as you probably think. So, I sat down on the toilet and he plopped himself down in the tub and started singing “Kumbaya” of all things.  

“I knew I wasn’t crazy!” José glared at Rodrigo. “I heard someone sing ‘Someone’s shittin’ my lord, kum bay ya!’ I told ya!!!”

“Oh, you’re crazy! Just not for that I guess!” Rodrigo chuckled.

“Oddly enough,” Mariano scratched his chin, “while I normally can’t shit with anyone else in the room, he was being oddly soothing so I could. Though I’m sure that’s some thing he does.”

“Indeed, if you’re good at being sex hungry, you know how to relax people.” Rodrigo finished his cereal and sat the bowl on the coffee table in front of him. They all watched the TV for a while longer until Manuel staggered out of the hallway.

 “Whoa, you are all up way too early.” The black haired boy groaned.

“By the way! Manuel, I bought some chocolate ice cream at the store yesterday and I imagine that’s what you’d want for breakfast so have at it!” Felipe suppressed a laugh.

“Oh, haha very funny! Chocolate huh? Any reason it has to be chocolate! You know shit doesn’t taste—“ Manuel groaned as he opened the freezer, “OH MY GOD! YOU DO HAVE CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM!” He snatched the tub, grabbed a spoon, and dug right in.

 “Say, Chemanu, if I can call you that,” José spoke to the boy who was currently stuffing his face full of ice cream in the messiest way possible.

“Yeah, you can call me that.”

“Anyways, like… what does it taste like?”

“This is what you want to talk about while we eat?” Mariano came back to his chair after having poured himself some cereal and milk.

“Pfft, we all have strong constitutions here. So come on, tell me.”

 Manuel sat and thought for a moment.

“Well, it varies a bit from person to person and depending on what is eaten. It usually has a bitter sort of taste. Like, do you like dark chocolate? And I mean the legit shit. Like, high coca percentage.”

“Yeah I like that. And coffee is nice too.”

“Okay well I mean it’s not exactly like that but it’s bitter. Very bitter. Too much for some people. But it’s not so bad after the first few times and you get used to it. And it sometimes can have some sweetness to it. Or even a tiny bit of spiciness sometimes.”

“Oooh, I love spicy!”

“Are you trying to persuade him?” Rodrigo butted in.

“Hey, he asked so I’m just tellin’ him!” Manuel went back to his ice cream.

“I’m just curious!” José moaned anxiously.

 “You know, we all get curious about weird things. We as the human race are so hypocritical we can rarely admit it though. ‘Oh no, we’re too good for this and that, it’s horrible! We’d never!’ Bullshit. We’re all fucked, might as well enjoy it.” Felipe leaned back in his chair and groaned.

 It was quiet again for a while. Manuel wiped the ice cream off of his face with a napkin and walked over to José. Without saying a word he took his bowl and sat it on the table, then without warning scooped him up off of the couch.

“Holy shit, you can carry me!” The shorter but older boy wailed. They disappeared down the hallway.

 The others stared at each other for a bit.

“What do you think they’re doing?” Mariano was the first to speak.

“Ooh boy.” Rodrigo laughed.

“The timing is indeed incriminating, but we’ll reserve judgment and see.” Felipe smirked deviously.

“This whole thing seems crappy to me!” Luis doubled over, proud of his pun. The others chuckled in response.

“I should slap you for that one.” Felipe shook his head, still grinning.

“I dare ya!” Luis got a mischievous look on his face. The older man stuck out his hand and lightly slapped the boy on the face.

“Aw, that was weak!”

“I have no intention of hurting you, but I will have my fun!” The older man chuckled.

 They heard muffled voices from another room.

“Stay still! Stop wiggling!” That one was Manuel.

“It tickles, okay?? Not used to this!” And that was José.

“You’ll get used to it.”

 The other four stared at one another again. They remained quiet until the other two finally came back out into the living room.

“What?” José’s face was flushed.

“What were you guys doin’?” Luis licked his lips.

“None of your business!” José shrieked.

“My dear man.” Rodrigo stood up and walked over to him. “I must confess something. You’re… absolutely amazing in my eyes. I think I feel more for you than just friendship. I, I think…” They gazed into one another’s eyes longingly, then Rodrigo dove in with a passionate open mouth kiss. After working the other boy’s mouth rather vigorously, he pulled back.

“Let’s see, coffee, sugary cereal, milk, semen, and something strange.”

“So I sucked his dick! Big whoop!”

“That’s not all you did.”

“Well, he did say he was curious!” Manuel shrugged with a huge grin on his face.

“Oh my God you said you’d shush about it!” José gasped.

“Hey, I was gonna but then he went and kissed ya and did his taste magic!”

“Don’t get me wrong, I may have seduced you for nefarious purposes, but I mean… I do dig ya.” Rodrigo winked. José sighed and blushed.

“Aw hell, let’s be a bit fair I guess.” Manuel turned to Mariano, pulled him to his feet so their faces were level with each other and kissed him. A strange look came over the glasses wearing boy’s face.

“The hell…” He swept his tongue around in his mouth a bit. “I don’t know how to feel about this.”

 Manuel did a “fuck-it” motion with his arms and proceeded to plant a big kiss on both Felipe and Luis’s mouths.

“THERE! Now we’re all horrible.”

 “Huh, that’s … not terrible.” Luis seemed amazed.

“Well, that’s not actually that bad since you got it mixed with ice cream. This was an enlightening morning.” Their manager nodded his head.

 After the excitement was over, they all got cleaned up and dressed to go to the record company so the boys could start learning the ropes and understanding their jobs as entertainers.

 They got in the elevator to go up to Franco’s office.

“Okay, I only want to know one thing before we proceed with our day- who…. Who… do we now all have this odd personal special connection of strange sorts through?” Felipe stared at Manuel and José expectantly. Manuel grinned and José reluctantly raised his hand. Their manager nodded and patted the shorter boy assuredly.

 The six of them entered their boss’s office. It was clean and just so. The records, paintings, and photos on the wall were perfectly straight and there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere.

“So, you five young men have to understand that while Felipe will soft on you and Juan Carlos will be fairly moderate, I. WILL. BE. HARD.” Franco smirked a bit and glanced at José with his final word. The long haired boy cringed internally. Rodrigo sensed José’s discomfort. Felipe wished someone would just come along and shoot him.

  Juan Carlos arrived to take them down to the studio. On the way out, Manuel nudged a painting on the wall ever so slightly. José on the other hand didn’t care for subtly and knocked Franco’s coffee right off of his desk and onto the floor before turning on his heels and pushing through the others to get out. A smirk came over Franco’s face. “This one’s going to be fun.” He whispered to himself before calling his secretary to get the custodian to come clean up the mess.

 Juan Carlos started showing them around and explaining how the studio and recording would work. Rodrigo found himself taking the most interest in the technical aspect of it all and even started talking to Juan Carlos about the producing end of things. José and Manuel wanted to start looking at songs. Luis was fine taking direction from Felipe, who told him to hang out with Rodrigo, since he figured hanging out with the older boy could give him a bit of direction. Mariano started getting nervous about everything.

 “Oh god, I can’t do this. This is all too much.” He sat in the corner and held his legs to his chest. Manuel rolled his eyes and walked over to him.

“You know, if I can do this, you can for sure.”

“You don’t get scared. You could run out in the middle of traffic without a care in the world. I over think buying a soda pop from the corner store. You’re the kind of guy who would be a great bull fighter. I’d be great at lying in bed all day.”

“You’re more careful, so? You’ll probably live longer than me. You actually put thought into what you do. How it affects you and others around you. Doesn’t make you any less talented or able… just… here I’m with you, we can do this together.” Manuel took his friend’s hand and squeezed it assuredly. Mariano felt a warm and tingly feeling throughout his body. This helped give him the strength to get back up and he went with Manuel back over to José to look over songs once more.

 After spending a good chunk of the day practicing and getting into the groove of things, Juan Carlos let the boys go a bit early to have the afternoon, evening, an night to themselves, but warned not all days would be so easy.

 “I wanna go out!” José bounced up and down.

“Yo, Felipe, my man! Can we go to the roller rink?” Maniel wrapped an arm around the manager’s shoulders.

“Didn’t you and Mariano go there last night?”

“Yeah, but now all of us can go and I mean there’s a nice variety of girls there. From the young and innocent all the way up to the older and experience, and any combination in between. We cannot go wrong!”

“This man has his mind in the right place!” Rodrigo slapped his hand against Manuel’s  chest.

“Okay, but what am I gonna do?” Felipe put his hands on his hips.

“There are some girls there that, um, that phrase that makes little sense to me.”

“Age of consent?” Rodrigo raised an eyebrow.

“YES! Age of consent! I mean, I get consent, ya know, not everyone wants to have sex with everyone, that I can understand, but age? I mean we all grow so differently. IT just seems—AND BESIDES! It’s the seventies! I don’t know what the eighties will bring in a few years but teen girls dig hooking up with an older men!”

“Oh whatever, ya twisted my arm, I’ll go with ya.” Felipe sighed and gave in.

 Before they left, Manuel caught Luis alone in the hallway.

“Okay, I got him to come with us, now give me what I want.” He towered over his band mate.

“Well, if you insist.” Luis grabbed Manuel’s ass and squeezed it a few times.

“T, that’s not what I asked for!” Manuel blushed slightly.

“Oh wait, that’s what I wanted.” Luis sighed.

“Here, let’s go over in this little area off of the hallway here so were not in plain sight.” Manuel herded the shorter boy over to the area.

 After a few minutes Felipe came along and saw them.

“Oh come on, right in the hallway?” Their manager whispered loudly as he caught the two in an act of fellatio. Well, Luis fellatiating Manuel that is. Luis paused for a moment.

“No, no, keep going, I’ll handle him.” The taller boy patted him on the head, “Felipe, we’re off to the side, not in any immediate danger. Besides, I did something for him, now he is doing something for me. Totally fair.”

“This is something you should be doing behind closed doors where not just anyone can come along and see!”

“I have been paying attention and you do not bother me. Hell, I mean, do you want him to give you a go when he’s done with me?”

“HAIGEGEGEGEYAJA! Just hurry up and get done! The rest of us will be waiting outside!” Felipe motioned erratically and walked away.

 “Oh wow, did you see how he reacted when I tried offering you to him? Promising my man, promising!”Manuel chuckled. Luis moaned and continued.

 Later on at the roller rink, Rodrigo, Luis, and Felipe were sitting in a booth drinking soda pops while the other three were out on the skating floor. Mariano had met a cute girl who didn’t really know how to skate so he was holding her hand and teaching her. Manuel was skating with a group of girls. José was alone doing a sort of skate dance to the music, which vaguely looked like stripping but with him miraculously keeping his clothes on.

 “How much do you wanna bet it’s killing José to keep his shirt on?” Rodrigo giggled as he chugged the rest of his soda pop.

“He looks almost in pain over it.” Felipe shook his head and went to rest his hand on Luis’s but stopped himself and clenched his fists.

“Rodrigo I need to go to the bathroom, can I get through?”

“Oh sure!” Rodrigo got up and let his manger out of the booth.

 Felipe rushed to the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror.

“What the hell, man.” He tried slapping himself, hoping it would slap something out of him, whether the shame or the desire. He was just sick of them fighting.

“Man, you okay?” José walked up to him.

“I, well, I think you understand. I have feelings for someone I shouldn’t. I… well I don’t have sexual feelings for them. Maybe later I will, but right now their body isn’t my thing. But mentally, their personality… I think I love it. I enjoy being around them. Way too much. But… our ages… won’t work. I keep catching myself trying to give this person public displays of affection, but that would be horrible. People would see and things would be horrible. And I don’t want to freak him.. I mean them out.”

 José smiled and thought for a moment.

“Maybe you could talk with him—I mean this person. Rodrigo says talking is one of the best ways to get to the bottom of something, and hell, I think the man knows what he’s saying. Maybe you and this person can talk and figure something out. And I’ll at least be here for you to talk to. I’m sure the other guys are too. You’re a cool fella.” He playfully punched Felipe’s arm.

“I, I’ll think about. I mean… this person seems smart despite their years. We might figure something out.”

 It seemed like everyone wandered off as the night went on.  Felipe saw Rodrigo and José leave the rink with a couple of girls their age so he didn’t worry too much. Mariano came to him and told he was going to walk through the park with the girl he had been teaching to skate. He promised not to be out all night and that he wouldn’t try any funny business with her. The manager was a bit bewildered that Mariano was trying to assure him that he was going to be so well behaved, but he just nodded and told him to go on. Luis was out zipping around the floor and Manuel was standing at a claw machine next to a little girl, doing his best to get her the animals she wanted. Felipe got up and walked over to him.

 “What are you doing?”He leaned in close and asked the black haired boy.

“Little ten-year old Carmela here wants some new toys, so I’m getting them for her.”

“Well, I’ll admit I’m a bit stunned. I see no immediate benefit you get from this unless you have goodwill deep inside that you’ve been hiding well.”

“Oh, perish the thought, my good man. Look at her mother over there by the vending machine!”

 Felipe sighed and looked over at the woman sitting next to the vending machine in the corner of the room. She was short, kind of thick, curvy in figure, had wavy brown hair with a few blond streaks, dark eyes, and dressed like she was living rather comfortably.

 “Her name is Cristina. She’s twenty-eight.  She’s separated from her husband, which is no skin off of her back because her dad, a business owner, has no problem helping her out financially, especially when it comes to his granddaughter here.”

“Does she know you’re twelve?”

“She said I seemed like I was sixteen and I never corrected her. I mean, she said she always wanted to try a younger man, and that age seemed to suit her. I aim to please.”

 Felipe slapped himself on the forehead.

 “Okay fine, but please be careful. I don’t have the time or the patience for more bullshit right now.”

“I always get what I want and I know how to avoid the bullshit.” Manuel smiled as the little plush puppy dropped into the hole. The little girl squealed in delight as she pulled it out.

“Thank you sir, I’m so happy!!” She hugged one his long legs tightly. Her mother came over to them.

 “That’s quite enough for tonight, dear.” She patted her daughter on the head. “So you’re Manuel’s friend that he’s staying with, right?”

“Ah, yes I am!” Felipe smiled and nodded.

“Don’t worry about him; I’ll get him back to your place before it gets too far into the morning.” Cristina winked and took her daughter’s little hand in hers. Manuel scooped up the rest of the stuffed animals he won for Carmela, winked at his manager, and followed the other two out.

 Felipe shook his head and wandered over to the skate floor.

“Hey, Luis! Let’s get going!”

“Alright!” Luis exited the floor and got his shoes on.

 The drive back to the house was awkward as all hell for Felipe. He was thankful that Luis loved listening to the radio. He wasn’t ready to talk yet.

When they got home, Luis insisted on looked at songs they were to work on for their debut album. He wanted Felipe to sing with him since he felt he had the least experience with music as compared to the other boys. They found themselves having loads of fun together, which somehow managed to simultaneously help Felipe but also make matters worse for him.

 “Yay, we’re connecting! I’m more comfortable around him the more we interact! Oh shit… no… I like him more. Fuck my life.”He thought to himself.

 Mariano was the first to wander in a little after 2 AM. He explained that the little girl just wanted to make a friend who had more worldly experience than her. He thought it silly someone thought of him as worldly, but he humored her and they hung out in the park and talked about anything and everything she asked him about. He then took her to her friend’s house since that’s where her parents thought she was. The friend’s parents had a lot of kids in the house and didn’t really seem to care about the girl coming in so late and staying, so he said goodbye and came back to the band’s house. He said he’d been all over that night so he just went right to bed.  

 Felipe and Luis were both somehow high on some hyper energy, so they started playing various card games.

 José and Rodrigo wandered in a while later. The older boy seemed to be yawning like there was no tomorrow.

“Dude, we need to sleep.” He rubbed his hazel eyes tiredly.

“Yeah, just a second though.” José stared at Felipe and Luis who were playing at the dining table. “Are you two playing strip poker? Haha!”

The manager blushed.

“You idiot, if that was the case, we’d somehow both be winning because our clothes are on!” Luis giggled.

“Well, you guys are playing it wrong then. No fun. We’re going to bed. Had fun with two cute girls, yadda yadda. See ya in the morning.” The two boys staggered back to their room.

 After an hour or so longer, Felipe finally felt himself winding down.

“I think I’m gonna turn it in for the night. Manuel should be fine.” He pulled himself out of the chair and got a glass of water from the sink.

“True. He’s weird, but I like him somehow. I’m not quite tired enough yet. I think I’m going to stay up a bit and read the book José let me borrow from his collection.”

“Oh, which one is that?”

“Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov.”

 Felipe let out a long sigh.

 “I suppose you can handle it, actually. At least he’s not pushing you into Sade so fast.”

“Yeah, he said I can wait a little on Sade’s works. I hope I don’t have to wait too long, because they sound interesting!”

 Felipe drifted back to his bedroom, took his clothes off and fell into bed.

 The next morning, he awoke and told himself to stop fooling around. Now was the time to talk to Luis seriously. He jumped into the shower and put on a pair of clean boxers and jeans. He was the first one up so he climbed stairs up to the attic. Luis was sitting up, half awake.

 “Hey, when you are officially among the living, can you come down to my room please?” The manager didn’t have to heart to lay some real talk on the boy when he was barely awake.

“Yeah, sure.” The blue eyed boy yawned and scratched his chest lazily.

 About ten minutes later Luis entered Felipe’s bedroom.

“Come sit with me.” The older man patted a spot next to him on the bed.

 “So… I wanted to talk to you about something important and serious.”

“What is it?”

“Well, you see… the thing is… well… it’s like… you see…”

 “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST BLEEDING ON THE GOD DAMN CROSS! JUST FUCKING TELL HIM! YOU BOTH WANT A SIMILAR OUTCOME! JUST FUCKING DO IT!” Manuel growled as he pounded on the wall from the other room.

 “Okay, okay! Fine!” Felipe jumped up and started pacing.  “You… I like you. A lot. But I have no real physical attraction to you, at least not yet at your age. I like you a lot mentally and emotionally though! I enjoy being around you. I just have no desire to do anything physical with you outside of cuddling and hugging and MAYBE kissing. And I need to stress that if we ever do even innocent stuff, it has to be in secret and--” The older man’s face was as red as a tomato.

“I like you too!” Luis smiled as he sprung up and hugged Felipe tightly.

 “Aw, this is sweet!” José wandered in and hugged them both. Rodrigo followed suit. Mariano skipped in and joined in on the big hug.

 Manuel stood in the doorway and stared at them for a few moments.

“Aw, what the hell.” He walked over and hugged the rest of them.

“Who’s groping my ass?” Mariano squeaked.

“Don’t fucking ask that, you know who is grabbing your fine ass.” Manuel barked. “Now stop ruining the moment!”

 The rest of the day went as it normally should. They all went to the studio and worked on songs and trying to figure out a particular direction for the first album.

 Manuel came up missing after lunch time.

 “Mariano, where’s Manuel?” Juan Carlos questioned the tallest boy.

“I have no idea. He told me he was going to use the bathroom and wouldn’t be long after me.” The boy with glasses shrugged.

 “I don’t know why but intuition tells me… José should go find him.” Felipe turned to the boy he had just mentioned.

“Why?”

“Just a gut feeling. I can’t explain it, but they’re rarely wrong.”

“I last saw him by the bathroom in the west hallway on the second floor.” Mariano informed them.

“I shall go look there, apparently.” José left the room.

 He went climbed the stairs and headed for the bathroom, when he noticed a broken window in one of the random little lobbies off of the hallway. Manuel was sitting backwards in a chair staring at the glass on the floor.

“Is something wrong?” José raised one of his thick eyebrows.

 “I thought I knew myself. My real self. But now I’m not so sure.”

“Well, that’s deep but why are you questioning yourself?”

“...I think I care about someone.” Manuel’s face was overcome with worry. “I, what the hell is this?”

“You’ve never cared for anyone before?”

“No. I’ve faked it but… I mainly did it because I thought I had to or to get what I wanted. But… this… feeling is so foreign. And it’s… what I think is caring.”

“Who do you care about? That woman from last night?”

“Oh god, no. She doesn’t need anyone but her father and her daughter. No. I don’t care if I never see her again. No… the person I care for… ugh. We live with him.” A tear formed in the corner of one of Manuel’s eyes.

 José wasn’t sure what to do next. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do when Manuel was acting… different.

 “Hug me.” The black haired boy choked on the words. José leaned over and held the other boy tightly.

 Manuel started crying.

[kenyedoesfiction]

Ojos Dulces Beginnings, Pt. 2

Okay, la segunda parte! This part goes harder. The boys are getting to know each other and they’e all just beautiful messes. We also start to get to know the manager as well. You’ll get to know him even more in part three though.

I will warn this part gets a little gross toward the end. I told myself I din’t wanna hold back so we’re gonna have some weird stuff. So, if you’re stomach is a little easy to rile up or if you uncomfortable with teen boys talking about sex, or fictional age gaps, then this is not for you.

I imagine if you’ve made it this far with me, this won’t bother you too much, but I still will be polite with a warning. It’s fiction. It’s art. Let’s go! Doing part three soon!

Manuel and Mariano were the first to arrive at the dance studio. Mariano’s anxiety made him come extra early because he was sure he’d be late. Manuel came early because he was bored. If there was something to do, it would present itself to him. Mariano presented himself, sitting on the floor. The black haired boy decided he’d get to know the boy with glasses. Get inside his head. See what he was all about.

 “I’m starting to wonder why I did this. What if I can’t follow the dance choreography right? What if I mess up on stage? I’ll disappoint everyone.” Mariano groaned to himself. Manuel was listening closely.

“Why do you assume you’re gonna fuck up?” He butted in, taking the other boy by surprise.

“Er, I just… am so used to being a screw-up, honestly.”

“So? We all fuck up. Just go with it. You fuck up, turn it into a positive.”

“It must be nice to have a normal brain.”

“What?”

“How can you just tell someone to go against their brain’s natural function?” Mariano crossed his arms.

“I’m not! I’m just trying to help you. You fuck up and just go with it we all look better. I’ll have you know I’m not normal! I don’t need to have the same problems as you to be off!” Manuel felt himself getting angry. How dare this wimp question his mental state??

“Well then, what are your problems?”

“Huh?”

“I’m afraid of failing at literally everything. I have a hard time trusting anyone after being betrayed and bullied so much. I might as well not lie to you if we’re going to be working together for however long.” Mariano sighed and stared at himself in the large mirror on the wall.

 Manuel stared at himself as well. The boy looking back at him… looked so deceiving. He looked handsome, charming, friendly… he looked nothing like his insides.

“I… I’m a cheat.”

“What does that mean? Don’t we all cheat a little bit on something?”

“No I mean…” No no no no, Chemanu!! Don’t tell him shit. No one can know your inner dialogue. Just make up some story about how you’re always sad or something.

“I don’t like to talk about it.” He stared at himself with little emotion in his face, but his fists were clenching so hard his knuckles were white. Mariano saw this. He saw everything. His keen observation skills were something he actually valued in himself. Though… they often made his anxiety worse.

“I won’t judge you. I feel so lost in this world. So rejected. Everyone laughs at me for one reason or another. Who am I to look down on someone else for being different?” He looked at Manuel, who took a deep breath and sighed.

“You can be my friend.” The black haired boy finally looked back at Mariano, who smiled.

Manuel sat down next to him and felt so awkward. He never felt so awkward in his whole life. Fear crept up his spine and into his brain. He hated this all. It felt too foreign and gross. Yet… he did nothing to stop any of this.

“Friend.” Mariano rested his hand on top of Manuel’s long boney fingers.

“Great, now I have an erection.” The black haired boy groaned. Mariano looked down between his legs and saw that he did indeed have an erection. A rather impressive one for his age at that, he thought.

“I, I’m sorry?”

“No, don’t worry. I get them over so many things. I’m not mad. Just… I’m trying to act normal for the sake of this initial bullshit before I settle back into my normal shit.” The two of them sat in silence for a few moments.

“Mariano, my dear fellow, can you please keep your hand over my mouth for the first month of this whole experience? Apparently I’m going into a blabber mouth stage of my life.” Manuel rested his forehead in his hands.

 At that moment, José and Rodrigo walked into the room. Manuel and Mariano instantly stood up. José looked at Manuel’s crotch and raised both of his hands in the thumbs up motion.

“This is already my kinda band!” A big, toothy grin stretched across his face.

“Wait!” Mariano held his hands out and looked at the other three. “Are we… all… not straight?”

The four of them looked at each other blankly for a while.

“I get that impression. I mean, I love the ladies. I’m all over a gal when I see her, but like, I won’t ignore a good lookin’ boy.” Rodrigo glanced at José for a moment as he replied.

“What about the little one?” Mariano raised an eyebrow.

“Hell, if he is straight, we can convert him when he sees this dick.” Manuel laughed and grabbed his crotch.

“Dude, how old is he?” José crossed his arms.

“He looks so young!” Mariano scratched his chin.

“Well, wasn’t the minimum age twelve? Shouldn’t he be twelve?” Rodrigo queried.

“I’m twelve.” Manuel interjected.

“Really?” José studied him. “Did you start puberty when you were five??”

“Blahaha close! I swear. All the other boys were little shrimps while I was the man girls were all over in my class.” Manuel stood with his legs apart and flexed a bit.

 “Should we change?” Mariano picked up his bag.

“I was gonna wait until the manager got here and told us what we should do first.” Rodrigo yawned.

“Sounds good to me. Besides, y’all ain’t ready to see this bod.” José chuckled and leaned up against wall.

“I’m ready.” Manuel leaned up against the wall next to him, partially on him and winked.

“Gah, this is so nice! I’ve never been around other guys like this before!” Mariano felt excitement in his whole body. Part of his brain was worried they were all going to magically turn on him like so many others in his life had, but part of him still held onto hope. Perhaps foolish hope, he thought, but he was willing to take a chance.

“That, my friend,” Rodrigo wrapped and arm around Mariano’s middle, “is because most people are products of our toxic society! So many are still so ignorant to nature. But people like us, we get it.”

Their manager Felipe entered the room with Luis skipping around him. Felipe was of average height and rather fit with olive skin and shaggy dark brown hair. His eyes were also a deep brown. His chest hair was peeking out from his the top of his black t-shirt. His arms were also covered in hair. He had on tight blue jeans and shiny black boots. Quite a contrast the young boy bopping around him.

“This band is four men and a child.” José nudged Manuel.

“I’m not a child! I’m eleven years old!” Luis put his hands on his hips.

“ELEVEN??” The four other boys said in unison.

“But you said the minimum was twelve!” Rodrigo glanced at Felipe.

“Yes, but we bent the rules for him. Look at him! He’s adorable! And he’ll be twelve in August, so it’s close enough.”

“Eh, I’ve fucked younger than him.” Manuel shrugged.

“But should you at your physical state?!” José laughed.

“I do what I want!” The taller boy seemed proud of himself.

“But what’s the use if they haven’t really started puberty? I dunno, that’s my opinion though.” Rodrigo ran his hands through his thick brown hair.

“Nah man, hear me out. A lot girls start puberty before we do. I mean, I could go for kiddies but I don’t feel the need. I’ve only ever fucked girls who have hair between their legs! I won’t lie about that one.” Manuel threw his hands up.

 “Hey, guys, I need to say something before the choreographer gets here. I don’t care what you all talk about. In fact, I want the six of us to have a nice open environment together and be able to talk about anything. We’re all going to be living together and working together. It would suck if we can’t be open. But please, PLEASE be mindful about what you talk about in mixed company. I was a horny teen boy like you guys, I know how it is. But if any of us are going survive in this society and continue to thrive, we’re going to have to play the game and act, so to speak. We’re all sinners. People don’t like to admit that though. So we’ve gotta keep up a facade to please them. Believe me, play the game, be yourself in private. Do whatever you want behind closed doors and pretend to be good young men in the public eye and you’ll get what you desire faster.” Felipe spoke firmly, yet calmly to them. They all nodded except Manuel.

“Manuel, can I talk to you in private for a bit?” He walked out of the room and the black haired boy followed him.

 “I understand.” Felipe sighed. “Society is shit. All these stupid rules and expectations. It makes no sense. But there’s only so much we can do. We keep up the act and then we let loose in private. That’s about all we can do.”

Manuel bit his lip and looked past his manager.

“I know about your record. Your whole record. No one else does. I know that you got expelled from school and why. I know why you left the islands. How destructive you can be. How you were suddenly nice and stable for the psychiatrist. I know that you, more than any of us, can act. It’s a skill you’ll need in this life. Please use it when the situation calls for it. Everything will be worth your while… just like you want it.” Their dark brown eyes met each other. Manuel felt that weird fear again that he felt with Mariano. Why were these people… getting inside?

“Well, now I have to let you be close to me.” Manuel rolled his eyes.

“That’s the way I wanted it. See, I can tell all six of us are fucked up and manipulative to some point. Some of more than others. But hey, you gotta dig that it’s useful. Come on, let’s go. We’re all in this together.” He held his hand out. Manuel thought for a bit.

“I dig it.” A grin crept across the boy’s face and he shook Felipe’s hand.

 The meeting and orientation with the choreographer went well. The boys were behaved and open. Luis and José would need the most work in improving, though all them were great.

 The six of them left together, though a fancy car pulled up. The record company executive Franco rolled the window down.

“José, my boy! Come here!” He motioned. José rushed over.

“Yes?”

“I was just helping your family settle into their new house. I heard you love ice cream!”

“Well, yes sir I do!” The boy pushed his bangs out of his face.

 “And here, my friends, we observe one of the worst manipulators in our company.” Felipe spoke low enough for just the four near him to hear.

“Guys, I’m going with Papá Franco and I’ll be back at the house later!” José hopped into the fancy car and left.

“Did he just call-“ Mariano cringed.

“Yes.” Felipe slapped his forehead and groaned. “Here we go again.”

“Again?” Rodrigo raised an eyebrow.

“This shit’s happened before; just with a different boy.”

“So we just let it happen.” Manuel breathed.

“….I don’t know what else to do. One time I tried… to tell someone about it.” Felipe looked out into the distance blankly. “Someone came to question him. Of course nothing against him was found and I looked like an idiot. Then he of course figured out it was me who talked and my life was a living hell for a while. I don’t know what to do. He’s so slimy and crafty. Besides… what if José likes it? I guess it’d be rude of me to assume otherwise.”

“God, that old weasel has got you by the balls.” Manuel shook his head and started walking down the street.

“Mariano, come with me.” He called back to them. The other tall boy jogged to catch up.

“Well, I have to pick up some shit at the grocery store. What are you two going to do?”

“Meh, I was just gonna go back to the house and read a new book I got the other day.” Rodrigo shrugged.

“I wanna go with you!” Luis beamed at his manager.

“Well, okay! I could use the company! You okay going back alone?” He smiled at Luis, then looked back at Rodrigo.

“No problem.” Rodrigo bid them farewell and started down the side walk.

 Later that evening Rodrigo was stretched out on the couch in the house they were all to share, just finishing his book, when José stormed in. He had a troubled look on his face and a milkshake in hand.

“Dude, are you okay?” The older boy was genuinely concerned. He had taken to José rather quickly but could already pick up the boy was usually more joyous.

“I just… I can’t talk about it right now.” His brown eyes were vacant and had an element of confusion in them.

“Okay. I’ll listen whenever you feel like talking. I’ll never judge.”

“Thanks.” José sat down next to his friend and sipped on his milkshake. “You want some?”

“Sure.” Rodrigo took it and sipped some.

 Not much later, Mariano and Manuel came giggling into the house.

“You can say whatever you want man, I could see that girl was sweet on you! You could’ve got laid right in the bathroom, I tell ya!” The black haired boy pushed the brown haired boy playfully.

“That’s really easy for a playboy to say, but I’m a virgin!”

“We shall fix that, my good man!”

“Where did you lady-killers go?” Rodrigo called over to them.

“Eh, we just went to the roller rink down town.” Mariano fell into the nearest armchair.

“Lots of hot girls. A few cute guys. Ass is ass though. I actually took a gal in one of the bathroom stalls. Yano over there had a little lady drooling over him but he insisted she wouldn’t do anything with him. I saw the look in her big green eyes. That was lust, my friend.” Manuel sat on the arm of the chair, leaning on his new best buddy.

 “So! Who’s hungry??” Felipe and Luis came walking in with a bunch of pizza boxes.

“Like, literally all of us!” Manuel grabbed one of the boxes and shoved it in Mariano’s lap. The two sat the boxes down on the coffee table in the living room they were all seated in, then took some bags into the kitchen.

“Anyone else notice that invisible leash that seems to be connecting those two?” José said between bites.

“Yeah, man. Kid’s got a real glow in his baby blues when he looks at Felipe.” Rodrigo chuckled.

“Do ya think…” Mariano got a coy smile on his face.

“Boy’s got a crush.” Manuel stuffed a piece of pizza in his mouth.

Felipe came leaping out of the kitchen with Luis on his back. They were laughing and spinning around the room. After getting totally dizzy and falling over onto the floor in hysterics, they joined the others in eating.

 There were three bedrooms in the house. Felipe had one to himself, José and Rodrigo shared one and Manuel and Mariano shared the other. Luis was fine sleeping in the attic, which had a spiral staircase and a big window that overlooked that city that he enjoyed look out of.

 All the boys ended up hanging out in José and Rodrigo’s room that night though, after Felipe went to bed.

“Guys, can I tell you a secret??” Luis squeezed his pillow tightly.

“Sure thing, we all cool.” Rodrigo patted the youngest boy’s knee reassuringly.

“Okay… it’s just… I had to think about it for a bit but… I like Felipe. A LOT.”

 Everyone stared at him for a moment before smiling.

“Well duh! It’s as obvious as the Sun in the sky!” Manuel stuck his tongue out.

“Oh my god, is it???” Luis blushed and hid his face.

“Yeah, you don’t have much of a poker face.” José chuckled.

 “It just…” Luis got up and gazed out the nearest window at the stars in the sky. “He reminds me so much of Iñaki!”

“Who’s Iñaki?” The other four replied in perfect unison.

“He was someone I knew a while ago. A bit before this whole pop band thing. He was amazing! So smart, so funny! I love him so much. He was understanding and wise and always wanted to have fun with me and knew what cheered me up when I was down. But then, one day… my father was outraged at our relationship and he took me from Iñaki and made him go away.”

“Why did your father do that??” Mariano sounded sad.

“I will never really understand. He said Iñaki was too old for me and that he was a creepy predator.”

“How old was he?” Rodrigo queried.

“I think he was forty.”

 Rodrigo’s eyes widened. José’s jaw dropped open. Mariano covered his mouth with his hands.

“Ha, that sucks ass. Your dad fucked your freedoms over. But I know how that is. Everyone got mad at me in school because I was putting the moves on grown women. Everyone’s all about suppressing freedoms.”

“I’ll agree with that.” José shook his head.

“Maybe your father was concerned since you’re so young and it’s hard to understand what a grown man and a child-looking boy could have in common.”

“We had everything in common!” Luis threw up his arms and groaned before drifting over to Rodrigo’s bed and falling on it in a defeated heap.

 “The world is weird.” Mariano took off his glasses and rubbed his face.

“They say when we’re older we look back on this age and realize how foolish we were.” José rubbed his leg hair softly.

“I will never change my mind! I’ll be fifty and still be angry the man I loved was taken from me! We loved each other, I tell you!” Luis rolled over and punched the nearest pillow in frustration.

 The room was silent for quite a few minutes before Luis spoke again, much calmer this time.

“I really don’t know how my thoughts will change as I age. I do know this though; if Felipe likes me back, my idiot father isn’t here to ruin this relationship. I will actually get laid this time.”

The other four looked at each other with grins on their faces.

“I know Mariano is still a virgin, like me, but when did you other three lose yours?” The youngest boy sat up on the bed.

“I was twelve.” Rodrigo started. “The neighbor girl who lived in the house across the road, she was beautiful and funny as all hell. She was seventeen so logic told me she’d think I was an annoying little boy, but my hormones and my crush told me to go for it. She agreed to hang out with me in the woods, for some reason. She bought a basket with lunch and a blanket in it. We ate and then laid together. She told me she always thought I was cute. I told her I felt the same about her. We made out, and ended up going all the way. She was really nice and told me what felt best with her. It was an amazing experience. We hung out a few more times after that and had sex every time. Then she had to go off to university and I never saw her again.”

José was very quiet. He wasn’t sure he should even talk about his experience. It wasn’t bad at all, in his eyes, but it was something he felt most just wouldn’t get.

 “Well, I lost mine when I was ten. It was about the time puberty started and I just turned into a madman, I tell ya.”

“Whoa, you mean to tell me you TURNED into this? You didn’t hatch that way?” Mariano laughed.

“Nah, I used to be a fairly conventional little guy. I mean, I wasn’t boring. I acted like most boys from a well-to-do family. My main focus was music. Then puberty came and my focus was music and getting my dick in whatever I could. And I just… I stopped caring. I don’t know. Then again, I don’t know what I ever really cared about. I mean… I didn’t have a lot of friends as a kid. I was content with focusing on my art. I didn’t need to care. Then I got older and people started acting crazy when I did whatever I wanted. I get bored. Why can’t I have fun? Why do people want to ruin that? Oh well, I’m getting off track. Anyways, I was ten. Things were kicking in and I was losing my marbles with horniness. This pretty girl in my English language class though my awkwardness and carefree attitude was “interesting”, so we started hanging out. I mean, she had a big chest for her age and had fuzzy armpits. I mean, she looked different from most of the girls in our grade. It was fucking sexy. So one day I just went for it. She eagerly obliged and we had sex in the janitor’s closet. It was fun, so we kept doing it whenever we felt like it. And we were just friends. Never once did she ask for some special commitment or rules. It was amazing. One day we were hanging out at her house, pretending to study for an English test, and her father walked in on us. He pulled her out of school and sent her to some super strict all-girls Catholic school here on the peninsula.”

 “Well, that sucks.” Luis shook his head.

“Yep. I cared for in that she was like…a perfect best friend. We could just… do whatever we wanted and the other wasn’t like ‘oh you looked at someone ele, that’s so insensitive!’ and I could just do whatever with anyone and she didn’t expect anything. And she did the same. I’ve yet to find someone quite like that. Interestingly enough, I never had the urge to set fire to anything until she was sent away. That next week I had the raging need to set fire to a trashcan in one of the bathrooms. It was rather funny to see everyone panic over a silly little fire.” He smiled in amusement.

 “José, what about you?” Rodrigo was genuinely concerned as to why the long haired boy was so quiet throughout all the virginity talk. The other boy looked around at everyone else for a moment, still contemplating if it was a good idea to tell them the truth.

“It’s just…” He spoke softly, “I…”

“Okay, you know what man? Listen to me!” Manuel stared him straight in the eyes without blinking once. “One time I was out in the woods with this one hot girl, and she had to shit like  crazy and she knew she wasn’t gonna make it back to either of our houses in time so she just shat right there in the woods. But she didn’t have anything to wipe with. She didn’t even wear panties that day. So I was nice and licked her ass clean so she didn’t have to dirty her shorts or feel shit on her ass as she went home. So you cannot tell me that your virginity story is weirder than and even if it is, I don’t care if I can admit I’ve done that to you all, you can admit how you lost your goddamn virginity!”

 Once again the room was very quietly. Luis had a grin like he was about to break out laughing. Rodrigo rested his face in his hands and began chuckling silently. Mariano had a bewildered but enlightened look on his face. A huge toothy grin crept across José’s face.

“So,” Rodrigo broke the silence. “You’re trying to tell us you like fudge?” He guffawed. The other three broke out laughing as quietly as they could so as not to wake their manager in the other room.

“Dude! I like, fuck I never said I liked it! I just said I was being nice!”

“BULLSHIT! You aren’t nice!” Luis nearly fell off of the bed.

“You are nice when it benefits you! And helping her benefitted your sick desires!” Rodrigo rolled around giggling.

“Okay, okay, okay man, let me level with you.” Mariano crawled over to him. “Look me deep in the eyes and tell me you’re not into shit.”

 The two of them stared at each other. And they stared. And stared.

 Finally, Manuel blinked hard and looked down at the ground. “You all can just suck my dick.”

 “Interesting!” Felipe stood in the doorway and smiled. He was wearing nothing but a pair of red boxers.

 “How long have you been here??” Luis got a panicked look on his face.

“I got up to piss and when I came back I heard Rodrigo start talking about when he lost it. So about that long.” He walked in and sat on the bed next to the young boy. “Still, Manuel, I know you have every power to stare someone square in the eye and tell them a flat-out lie. Yet you didn’t. You wanted everyone to know, despite acting angry.”

“I am angry! Angry that… angry that I don’t want to lie.”

“And that’s fine. You’re not used to being around people you trust with your natural self. But I’m hoping you do get used to it. I want all five of you for who you really are. Even if that’s fucked up at the core. That being said,” He turned to José, “You are free to tell us whatever. You won’t be judged.”

 The long haired boy took a deep sigh. “Well, you see, in my neighborhood, growing up, there wasn’t much to do! So like, I knew this one girl. She was really cute. She thought I was cute and she was always amazed at how smart I was for our social class. One day she showed me her brother’s secret porn stash and I felt tingly, you know? She said she felt tingly too and wanted to try some of the things we saw in the porn. So… we did.”

 Of course everyone else stared at him blankly because that was not odd in the least.

 “You know, I thought, maybe if I shared that secret little piece of myself, you’d have this outrageous and sexy virginity loss story for us, but you have disappointed me, good sir.” Manuel smacked his head against the wall.

 “OH! Yeah, well, I forgot to mention we were both eight.”

Everyone just shrugged.

 “You mean that was making me so nervous and none of you are alarmed??” José’s voice got rather high.

“Honestly, I was expecting you to say you fucked your sister or your dog or a dead body.” Manuel crossed his arms and sighed in disappointment.

“Yeah, that’s rather young but you were both young? And you were just kids experimenting and having fun. Not really bad.” Rodrigo walked over and patted his friend on the head.

“Rodri’s right, it happens more often than people think.” Felipe stretched out on the bed and yawned. Luis inhaled deeply. His face was almost as red as the older man’s boxers.

 “Say, Felipe, how’d you lose yours?” Rodrigo walked over to the bed.

“Well, mine was pretty simple. I was thirteen. Was in the locker room after basketball practice. Everyone else had went home and I thought I was alone in the shower but this teammate of mine came in to shower with me. One thing led to another and I fucked him. We were secret boyfriends for a while after that until we just lost the spark and decided to be just friends. Was nice because how often do you get to stay friends with someone once a relationship is over?”

 “That was a nice, quaint story!” José grinned.

“Now to see what Luis and Mariano’s stories will end up being!” Rodrigo clasped his hands together and sighed happily.

 Mariano finally got up from the floor.

“I’m not sure about that, but I must say I need to take a mighty shit before I go to bed. Manuel, I was thinking we could save money on toilet paper and—“

“BLAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” His black haired friend out laughing hysterically in manner that was like a villain in a cartoon.

 “Are…. Are you okay?” Luis leaned back, a bit alarmed.

“I don’t know but we’ll find out in the morning! Good night all! Come on, Yano!” Manuel kept laughing as he grabbed Mariano’s arm and pulled him out of the room.  

[kenyedoesfiction]

Ojos Dulces Beginnings, Pt 1.

So I decided to write about how the band got together and the seeds of brilliance/disaster that were planted in this time. Some explicit themes/ideas in these fics so beware I guess. :P

Ojos Dulces manager Felipe Gonzáles Márquez (I’m initially writing out their whole names, including the maternal family name in traditional Spanish fashion though Zapatero includes his all the time anyways) could recall the day very well. He had an idea for a five piece boy band and got together with one of the producers of the company he worked for, Juan Carlos Bourbon (in AU’s and such I use royalty’s houses as last names). In fact, they worked for one of the biggest record companies in Spain. Juan Carlos made sure the word got out for the need of five young boys between the ages of twelve and sixteen for this new band. A lot of boys from all over Spain came to Madrid to audition, but, luckily, five stood out above the rest. The head record executive of the company, Francisco Franco Bahamonde, made a point to be at the audition. He said he wasn’t just going to hire just anyone to represent his company.

 The first boy to really catch their eye was a twelve year old boy with medium length black hair named José Manuel Soria López. He was wearing a white button shirt and regularly fitting jeans. He had a guitar with him and a charming smile on his face.

“Ah, this one looks promising!” Juan Carlos smiled.

“Indeed, and it says here you had guitar lessons from ages four to ten and still play regularly.”

“That is true! Would you like me to play for you?” The young boy looked eager. They nodded and he sang and played a few traditional songs along with some recent pop hits that he knew.

“Very impressive! Now, can you dance?” Juan Carlos scribbled on the paper before him. Felipe pushed a button on the stereo next to him and music played. The boy quickly picked up the rhythm and did a fun little dance.

“I love it! You’re the first boy to really show potential for this!” Felipe clapped his hands. Juan Carlos wrote a little more on his paper.

“Agreed!”

Franco stared at the boy a bit.

“Sir.” The boy walked over to him. “I know you are in deep thought. You don’t want to hire just any little rapscallion to work for you and sully your company’s name, but I assure you, I will put in full effort to go above and beyond your expectations! I’ll do all expected of me! Girls of all ages will buy our albums and merchandise, our performances will be anticipated all over Spain! No, Europe! No, dare I say, the world!” He grinned from ear to ear. There was a twinkle in his deep brown eyes. Franco raised an eyebrow and studied the boy a bit more.

“Just give me a chance sir; I will never let you down!”

“I will expect you to keep that promise!” Franco smiled and held out his feeble old hand. The young boy shook it and smiled back.

“You won’t regret this, sir!”

 The next boy to stand out was the thirteen year old Mariano Rajoy Brey. He was a bit taller than the average boy his age and looked very athletic. He seemed a bit nervous about his glasses and went to take them off.

“No, my son, we’re trying to get a variety of boys in this band and there are plenty of young ladies who like a man with glasses, especially as athletic as you appear to be.” Juan Carlos stopped him. The tall boy grinned slightly and put his glasses back into the proper position on his face.

“So, you’re very active in sports and were in a choir for a while?” Felipe queried/

“Indeed. You see, my voice is rather high for my stature, but I’ve been told I sing wonderfully and always harmonized well in the choir. It was a little group of schoolmates and I who met after school when we had free time.” He proceeded to sing a few songs he knew, including a church hymn. His dance moves were executed with the utmost grace and precision.

“The boy exudes innocence and physical ability. He would make an interesting addition” Franco nodded. Juan Carlos was taking notes on each application form based on Franco’s reactions.

 After a bunch of generic young boys, two young men came walking into the room. One was a bit older and Juan Carlos recognized him.

“You’re Ramón Rato’s son, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I am also Ramón, but I brought my brother here to audition. He’s fifteen.” Most of the boys were brought in by one of or both of their parents so this was a little strange to see.

“Rodrigo de Rato y Figaredo.”

“Si.” The young boy nodded.

“What does the fat kid of a rich businessman need to be in a band for?” Franco barked. The younger Rato narrowed his hazel eyes and twitched.

“Rodri, please stay calm. This one of your few chances to do what you want in life. I know you well enough to know you’d prefer not to go crawling back to Dad and going to school to be an accountant or something. Even if our parents are giving up on you, I still care about you. You’re the artist and I’m the businessman. Let’s keep it like that.” His brother pleaded.

“I don’t mean to be contrary, sir, but art is a medium open to all people. Besides, he’s not fat he’s just built a bit thicker than the average boy but he’s still handsome and that’s what we need in a boy band. Not to mention he has an air of maturity to him and girls love a mature boy.” Juan Carlos looked at his boss, who grunted under his breath. The rest of the audition went over as scheduled until the young Rodrigo started dancing.

“Dios Mio!” Felipe’s eyes widened. The three men admitted they didn’t expect a lot out of him but he managed to be one of the best dancers they had ever seen. Every move was effortless but flawless. He had great timing and presence.

“You seem like you tend to want to defy authority if it doesn’t suit you, you probably have a bit of entitlement in your brain from being raised rich, but that was some of the most beautiful dancing I have ever seen. You’re in the band.” A small smile crept across Franco’s face. “I don’t think our personalities work well, but I can’t turn you down from this band.” The other two seemed shocked, but didn’t argue at all.

 Next up was a skinny little eleven (going on twelve) year old boy with brown hair and bright blue eyes named José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero. He seemed happy and eager to go on with the audition.

“D’aww, he’s adorable. He better have talent because girls will just wanna eat him up!” Juan Carlos grinned.

“Well, Mom and Dad think I have the talent to do this. I sing and dance a lot on my own, like any kid, but I’m open to learning the craft and doing it in a group. I also want to expand my horizons in this world.” The young boy stood very professionally and smiled.

“Hmm.” Felipe scratched his chin. Intuition told him he liked this boy a lot, for some reason.

While his singing and dancing weren’t perfect, the three men knew there was enough potential take a chance and mold him.

“Yes, yes I think he will do.” Franco scratched his chin.

“Gracias, sir.” The young boy bowed and smiled. Inside though, he was glaring at the older man. Franco rubbed him the wrong way straight out of the gate.

 The last boy to even audition, the fourteen year old José Maria Alfredo Aznar López, came in looking a bit rough. His whole family came in with him—his mother, his father, older brother, and sisters (both older). They were obviously far from rich, even the eldest sister, who dressed like a prostitute, looked lower class.

“My, uh, my whole family wanted to come watch me audition, which is a big thing since my father and brother both work six days a week and taking this unusual day off means a lot.” The boy, with long, dark, greasy hair bowed his head.

“Aw, you all seem like such a loving family.” Felipe smiled sweetly. It really moved him to see a whole family come out and support their child, even if it may affect their weekly pay. Juan Carlos nervously glanced at the older sister, with whom he remembered paying for services multiple times. She was very professional there though and seemed very focused on her younger brother. Franco found himself mesmerized somehow. Though the boy was frankly rather filthy and didn’t seem the most refined, something about him was enchanting. His hair looked great despite not being washed. Really, all of him looked great despite not being washed. Franco could feel a “rags to riches” idea forming in his head. He could also feel something else a little farther south. The boy continued on with the audition. His voice was rather impressive and his dance moves were amazing. Not as great as the Rato boy’s but a close enough second.

“I was beginning to worry we’d have to settle for a mediocre boy, but here is our fifth!” Juan Carlos clapped his hands.

“Indeed! You’re exactly the kind of boy we need to complete the five!” Felipe chuckled with delight. Franco had a rather creepy grin on his face. The young boy’s mother felt a weird feeling in her gut when she looked at the older man, but she couldn’t say anything once she saw the look of pure joy on her son’s face.

“Mom!” He hugged her. “One day I’m gonna buy you a house by the ocean like you’ve always wanted!” He whispered in her ear, fighting back tears. Tears formed in her own eyes. She really couldn’t take happiness away from her son, especially since his first focus was someone else’s happiness. The young boy then walked over into the next room where the other boys were told to wait.

 Felipe and Juan Carlos came into the room not long afterwards.

“You five are the best young men who came to our audition today. I hope that it works out with you and that you all work well together. I wish to take this band to greatness.” Felipe smiled. The boys nodded and smiled.

“Alas, three of you have the same first name.” Juan Carlos looked at three of them. Aznar, you will be the José of the group. It best fits you. Rodríguez.”

“Uh, I usually go by Zapatero for my last name. My mother means a lot in my life and Rodríguez is too common for my tastes.”

“No problem. Zapatero, you will be Luis. And Soria will be Manuel.”

The three of them nodded in unison.

“Oh, and I need to use the bathroom!” Rodrigo raised his hand.

“I need to go too, I’ll show you!” Felipe grabbed the young man by the shoulder and lead him out of the room.

 “You’re the oldest boy, so you’re probably going to have the most responsibilities and the others will probably look up to you.”

“I figured as much. I’m willing to do it. Anything is better than living at the will of my parents. I don’t want to go into business or accounting like my father wants, nor do I ever want to go into religion like my mother dreams.” He rolled his eyes.

“Ah, I got the impression your home life wasn’t the best. Not to worry, you don’t have to go back home on holidays if you don’t want.”

“At this moment in time, meeting my brother every now and then is probably all I’d ask.” Rodrigo sighed. They were about to turn the corner when they saw José and his oldest sister alone talking.

 “I’m really proud of you, hermanito.” She smiled at him.

“Gracias. We’re both entertainers now, María!” José grinned.

“Si, but the world will never look at me like they will you. I am nothing but trash to them.”

“No! I hate the world that looks down upon you.”

“We can’t even talk about what I do in our own family. Mother is in denial, Father and Manuel just shut it out, and little Elvira is just turning into Mother. The extended family is just as bad if not worse. You’re the only one I can talk to about my life!”

“You’re my sister. I’ll always love you and I see no wrong in what you do. I never will. I will pray and work for a world where you’re accepted.” José hugged her tightly. They embraced for a while before María finally pulled back.

“I need to meet a client soon. Remember, I’ll always love you and I’ll always be there for you as you are for me.” She smiled, kissed his forehead, and left.

 “Holy shit, maybe we’re a band of fucked up families!” Rodrigo gasped under his breath.

“Well, I’ll be here for all of you. You’re all brilliant young men and your talents deserve to be nurtured to bloom.” Felipe nodded and the two continued onto the bathroom.

 Franco met José in the hall.

“Oh! Little José, mm, yes you were just who I was looking for!”

“Hello, sir!”

“No need to be so formal! You can call me Papá Franco!”

“Well… okay… Papá Franco.” José was a bit confused, but a friend once told him rich people were often strange, so he didn’t think much of it.

“Si, si, now I was noticing you weren’t able to wash yourself up much.”

“Ugh, yeah, right now the water is turned off at house. My sister is hoping to make enough tonight so we don’t have to wait until the end of the week when father and brother get paid.” José sighed.

“Well, you all shouldn’t worry about that much longer. The record company will see to it that your family no longer has to live in poverty.” Franco chuckled at rubbed the boy’s lower back.

“Thank you, I want them to suffer no more. I will do anything to make sure they live comfortably.”

 “Anything?”

 “Anything.”

[kenyedoesfiction]

I was inspired to make a little AU fic from this post. In reality, while both studied at Complutense University of Madrid, Rato went to the States to study at the University of California, Berkeley in 1971 and Aznar graduated from Complutese in 75 so I highly doubt their times at Complutense overlapped. They didn’t even meet until 78 so yeah. SO THIS IS OBVIOUSLY A VERY FICTIONAL AU XD And for the hell of fiction, I’m making this even more AU and having it take place in present times. Also, everyone who appears in this except Rato and Aznar are made up in this story. 

José María Aznar was almost an hour early to his first class on his first day at University. The 18 year old was dressed up nicely. He had on a spotless white button shirt, nicely pressed black slacks, shiny black shoes, and his somewhat long hair was slicked back. His mother tried insisting that he get a haircut before his first day, but he said he wanted to look professional without coming off as a complete square. He spent the time waiting for class to begin by reading through his book for the class. Not that trigonometry is the most fun but he figured he might as well be on top of the game if he wanted to continue his good grades from high school (which is grades 11 an 12 in Spain so yeah). Class finally started and the teacher went around making a point to move everyone around according to grade so the older kids and younger kids could intermingle and maybe learn from one another better. Aznar ended up having an empty seat next to him.

“Hmm, guess he’s not coming today.” The professor looked at his attendance sheet. Fifteen minutes into class, a huskily built young man staggered in wearing what appeared to be pajamas, a silk robe, holding a trigonometry book in one hand and a cup from Starbucks in the other. His hair, which was already started to thin even as his tender age of 22, was a mess. 

“Ah, you must be Rodrigo Rato.” The professor groaned a bit. He was honestly expecting more from a son of the great and wealthy (owning many companies to boot) Ramón Rato, but he just accepted fate. “Sit over the next to Aznar in the white shirt there.” 

Rato yawned and made his way over to the seat next to Aznar. About five different and distinct smells his the younger man’s nose. First was the smell of coffee, which was pleasant, then there was the slight BO smell, then the smell of sex, the smell of what he was sure was ass, and finally a hint of whiskey. 

“Luckily, we’ve just been going over classroom rules and expectations so you didn’t miss much.” The professor handed Rato a stapled packet of papers. 

“Oh joy.” The disheveled man took a sip of his coffee. 

For most of class, Aznar was thankful every time it was the coffee or the whiskey smell that he managed to get a whiff of, though he had to admit the other smells bothered him less and less over time. As class ended and every one left, another older man caught up with Aznar. 

“I hate to tell you this, but Rodrigo has essentially been like that since his first day here, so you know what you’re in for.” The man shrugged and moved on. So every day Aznar sat next to this discombobulated and smelly older man.

A few weeks into the semester, he received a fancy invitation to an exclusive party. He got wind from an older student that it was being thrown by a club of elite students. Students who essentially were in line and shaped and molded to be part of the elite who run the world, so to speak. This made Aznar a bit nervous. Sure, his dad and grandfather were successful men who had influence, especially his grandfather who was an ambassador, but he never imagined anyone would ever consider him “elite” material. He got his best suit together and made sure he was clean and neat (still with the long hair though) and headed to the party. There was a guy and girl standing at the door.

“Password?”

“Cleveland Steamer.” Aznar smirked slightly as he uttered the password that was on the invitation. The two smiled and let him in. As the door shut behind him, he started to wonder what kind of party this may be with a password like that. He’d heard that “elite” people tend to be rather strange. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and walked into the room he heard everybody talking in.

“Oh hey, it’s that Aznar guy!” Someone called out to him. He opened his eyes and saw a bunch of people from the university in nice clothes, standing and sitting around, holding cigars and drinks and whatnot.

“Hello.” He smiled nervously.

“Aw, he’s a little cutie.” He heard a few girls whispering to each other. This caused him to blush.

“Yo!” He heard a familiar, deeper voice. He turned to see Rato, only.... he wasn’t a mess. His hair was slicked back, his face clean shaven, and his designer clothes were impeccable and well tailored. His cologne smelled of rich spices and sandalwood. He had on a nice shiny gold pinky ring and was standing between two young women. Aznar started to realized that... he found Rodrigo Rato... attractive. And probably not just in a platonic way. 

“Ladies, here is that awesome fella I was telling you about that I sit next to in Trig!”

“Ooh, you told us he was cute, but you don’t say he was THAT cute!” One of the young women giggled. 

“Did he really say I was... cute?” Aznar thought to himself nervously.

“Why should I give away all the details and leave no surprise?” Rato winked at her.

“Oh, you mean like when you said your cock--”

“Shh, don’t ruin it for everyone else!” He held a finger to his lips an grinned mischievously. Of course this made Aznar curious. 

After some encouragement from Rato, he went off and visited with other people at the party for a bit. Everyone was nice, but he really couldn’t get his mind off of the other man. It didn’t help when the president of the club gave him some interesting information. 

“I’m really glad the treasurer, Rodrigo, the sneaky fuck, not sure why we trust him with the club funds, but anyways, haha, I’m glad he snuck into the administration office, found out you were on the list of people being considered for our club, and then marched over to where some of the big high up men are and helped argue you up to the top of the list for new members! You’re pretty awesome, just like he said!” The president sapped him on the back. He became all tingly at the idea that Rato had done work to make sure he was in this elite club. He looked over to see the object of his growing affections humping the wall in front of a group of women and laughed afterwards with them. He seemed like such a goof and a fun guy, but he also seemed like such a ladies’ man--- what did he want with José María Aznar??

A while later, Rato found him and pulled him outside. 

“The party’s getting pretty stale, eh?” Rato shook his head.

“Yeah. I’ve talked to everyone and there’s not much exciting going down.” Aznar shrugged.

“Mhm. Snoozeville. So, I was thinking I could take you out and show you why I’m not much of a morning person in classes! C’mon!” 

This did make Aznar curious. Why was such a gorgeous, charming man a grungy mess every morning in their trig class? There was a vintage Vespa parked out by the sidewalk with a couple of helmets on it. They got on it and sped out off campus and into the city. 

They stopped at the end of a big, busy, colorful looking street.

“Have you even been to a red light district?” Rato asked.

Aznar blushed, “A few times with some friends in high school.”

“Mm, have you ever been to a gay distrct?”

“No. I mean, well, my family is rather strict and--”

“Say no more. I’m about to rectify that situation!” Rato smiled and started his Vespa down the street.

“Heeeeey Rodri!” A couple of drag queens called out to them.

“Ladies!” He nodded his head at them. They then turned into and ally and behind a dark brick building. Rodrigo parked the scooter and got off, removing his helmet as he did so.

“Don’t worry, We all who park back here known each other, no one is gonna hurt it.” 

Aznar took his helmet off and got off as well. The two of them entered the dark brick building from the back. They were in a room with black light. There was a gaunt man with long hair sitting on an old couch. 

“You guys either need to get a new couch or somehow clean this one or just use different lighting that doesn’t make it show up!” Rato laughed as he ran his hand across some of the stains the light revealed.

“Dude, we try to clean the thing but that stuff likes to stay!” The long haired man laughed.

“I bet!” Rato laughed and lead Aznar through the room and down a hallway that was full of men making out or in various stages of sex and out into a big room with a bar and dance floor. 

“Rodri!!” A man called over to him from the bar. “Say, how old is that boy with you?”

“José Marí, well I’m not sure!” Rato turned to him. “How old are you?”

“I’m 18. I have my ID with--”

“Oh don’t worry, I don’t really care anyways.” The man at the bar flourished with his hand and laughed. “Though you’re gonna make a lot of friends, I can tell.” He winked at Aznar.

They sat down at the bar together and Rodri ordered them some drinks. It seemed like a number of men, women, and people of non-binary gender walked by saying ‘Hi’ to Rato and then proceeding to wink and wave at Aznar. 

“Everyone is nice out here in this part of the city. No one cares what you’re into or what turns you on. No one judges, unless you’re some off the wall bigot. I love it out here.” Rato smiled and swished the whiskey in his glass around. 

“Um, hey.” A woman tapped Aznar on the shoulder. She had a low-voice and was quite tall and muscular. “Do you want to dance?” Aznar glanced at Rato, who just nodded and smiled. The younger man stood up and nervously led the tall woman out onto the floor.

“My name is Luna.” She bit her lip anxiously.

“I’m José.” He blushed as they danced.

“I have to admit, I’ve been watching you since I saw you come in with Rodri. He’s never brought a friend before in the past few years he’s been coming out here so I was excited to see him bring someone... someone so good looking.” Aznar’s face grew more red the more she spoke.

“T, t, thank you!” 

“No, thank you for dancing with me! You move just wonderfully.” They danced together for a while longer until they found themselves kissing one another. 

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Luna pulled away and tried to walk off.

“No, where are you going?” Aznar stopped her pleadingly. 

“I just, I didn’t mean to do that. I was staring at your lips and I just lost control. I’m so sorry!”

“Why are you sorry? I like women too!” Too. As if he hadn’t seen himself as just a heterosexual man for the last 18 years.

“I, but, I’m... I have a penis. I was... I was labeled a boy at birth.” 

Without missing a beat he replied. “So? You’re a girl. I don’t care what parts you have. You seem legitimately interesting and you’re beautiful and I wouldn’t mind getting to know you!” Aznar almost seemed mad that she thought he wouldn’t like her.

“R, really?” Her face lit up at his words.

“Yes! Now come on and dance more with me!” He lead her back out onto the floor and they continued. Rato had been watching the whole time and smiled.

A few hours later he dragged Aznar out into the main street. 

“Okay dude, I know this lovely brothel that has all kinds of women. Such a selection. Whatever your fancy is, they have it. Tall, short, fat, skinny, athletic, soft, hairy, hairless, all sorts of personalities, trans, cis gender, all sorts of styles like preppy, goth, punk, hipster, etc. All the way from dainty and priss to sloppy and gross. All sorts of kinks and fetishes, whatever the hell your fancy, you’ll find it there!” 

“You’re starting to sound like an advertisement!” Aznar chuckled.

“Hey man, if there’s all sorts of ladies, you know I’m there. I love me women of all kinds.” 

“Do you, only like women?” Aznar stopped walking and stared at his new friend. Their eyes met for a moment. Brown and hazel. Suddenly Rato pushed his friend up against the wall, pressing their packages together. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” He began kissing Aznar’s neck passionately. “I’m rather picky with men, but if the right fella comes along... my libido can’t ignore him.” He grinded into the younger man more, now taking advantage of their erections. 

“Yeah, Luna is definitely gonna wanna go on a date with you.” Rato purred into Aznar’s ear. “And much more.”

It was all the younger man could handle not to rip his clothes off and let Rato take him right there in the middle of the street. In fact, the idea seemed hot to him after years of growing up in a strict environment like he did. 

Rato had a similar feeling and he clenched Aznar’s shirt collar tightly before ripping it open, breaking most of the buttons off and exposing the younger man’s bare chest. It had some hair on it, but wasn’t quite to the full glory it would reach as he aged.  

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you another one. I’ve got tons of money.” The other man chuckled. “I’ll buy you anything you want.” 

“Well, what I want right now doesn’t need money...” Aznar found it hard to catch his breath. Rato inspected their surroundings for a bit and remembered he knew a lady who rented out rooms by the hour for... special occasions.

It was a small room with a small bed, but they didn’t need anything big or fancy. 

“I must make a confession!” Aznar spoke up as they began stripping, “I’ve... never been with a man before. I mean, I’ve done the private school shenanigans with others boys back in grade school but I mean, I’ve never had sex with another man.” He sighed deeply.

“No worries. We all have our first time. I’m rather honored yours is with me. In fact... I hope this doesn’t damper the mood, but I’m really hoping we stay friends for many years to come.” Rato smiled. His teeth were a bit crooked but it looked extremely cute on him. Aznar smiled and his large teeth stuck out. 

“If I had a vagina and we had kids, those poor little things would have some goofy teeth.” Aznar thought to himself. He then realized that might be an odd thing to think of, barely knowing the man he was about to crawl into bed with, but he laughed and they proceeded.

He got fully naked and sprawled himself out on the bed. Rato stood next to the bed, also naked. They surveyed each other’s bodies intently. Both had a decent amount of body hair  for their age but Rato’s was more plentiful. 

“So, do I--” Aznar started talking hesitantly, admittedly staring at the other man’s crotch.

“Do what feels natural for you when you look at me. Don’t think too much about it.” 

With that advice, Aznar pulled his legs up so his ankles were up near his head.

The next morning, Aznar found himself in a strange bedroom. There were posters of both naked and semi-naked women on the walls. A laptop and some gentleman’s magazines were on the floor along with some financial and business related magazines. There was a bottle of whiskey on the dresser nearby. He noticed Rato was fast asleep on the bed next to him. The other man was on his side and drooling on the pillow.  

“Wow, ya pretty baby. I have a really big.... bank account... in Switzerland.... and a big cock too.” The other man babbled in his sleep. Aznar chuckled to himself and got out of bed. He noticed a couple of robes draped over a nearby chair. 

The first one was red with black trim and had “RdR” embroidered on it. The other one was dark blue with black trim and had “JMA” embroidered.

“That one’s for you.” Rato said in a groggy voice.”I thought those colors seemed ‘you’ so I had it made like that.” 

The younger man smiled.

“Thank you. I love it!” 

“Okay good. Because, we have a class in thirty minutes. Meaning we’ll get there in forty-five because we’re groggy as all fuck and we need our Starbucks. SO!”

“Whoa whoa whoa, I feel like sleeping more!”

“Tough shit. We, my man, mi hombre, we are the furture! HAHA!” Rato leaned on the dresser laughing hysterically. “I mean, fuck, haha, imagine me as the president of a nationwide bank, or the Minister of the Economy, blahaha!”

“Or even Deputy Prime Minister, or maybe even Prime Minister yourself one day.”

Rato stared at him in disbelief. “I’m joking but I think you’re serious.”

“Yeah, so. You’re pretty rad, man. I think you could pull it off.”

“You’re crazy. Maybe you, Prime Minister. That could be wicked. I dunno about me and any of that though. I’ll probably take over a few of my Dad’s companies.”

“Nah, you’re up for big things. You’re charasmatic as all fuck. Most guys have to work to get a girl to be all over him but you, you barely say two words and they adore you. I....... fuck, I adore you. If one of us is gonna be going places, we both are. Got it?” Aznar grabbed Rato’s shoulders and stared into his eyes. The other man thought for a few seconds.

“Got it.”

At that moment, both realized they were wasting time. 

“Here, I bought these pajama pants for you last night at some boutique, I think. If we’re gonna be trashy and late for class let’s do it right.” He tossed the silky black pajama pants at his friend and proceeded to dig for a pair of his own. They got on their pants, robes, and shoes, then took some shots of whiskey and headed out to the Starbucks at the Student Center. 

Without failure, fifteen minutes into class, both of them staggered in, disheveled and un-showered, and found their seats. The professor groaned.

“Hey, you told us to learn from the older students.” Aznar laughed as he sipped on his cappuccino.

“And I pay for my brilliant ideas.” The professor sighed and continued with the lesson.

Aznar learned over and whispered, “Can we go to the brothel tonight?”

“Sure!” Rato winked.

“Shush! This is no time for talk of your sinful escapades! I don’t care how rich your families are or what special skull and bones elite hoity-toity secret cult clubs you’re in. This is learning time!” The professor growled in their direction. 

They both chuckled and smiled.

[kenyedoesfiction]

Ah, there but for the grace of Satan goes the craziest mofo I shall ever know.

Okay so I finally finished the FICTIONAL Ice Cream Conspiracy fic. FICTION. FICTION. Not meaning to slander or idolize anyone. Well, I might be a little pro-ZP at times here but shh. Just a weird and ridiculous story to be amused by. Adult content, bad words, weirdness, and you probably shouldn’t read if you’re very sensitive about religion.

5.302 words, all about stop lights and what not to-- OH NO I’M sorry this is a fanfic, not a Spongebob reference! PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

You may not know this, but there are two very important secret societies in our world—The Ice-Cream Order (ICO) and The Anti-Ice-Cream-inati. (AIC) Usually, one of these groups is involved in a government’s administration at one time and things flow smoothly (like good ole soft-serve) for the country. No one really ever knows which faction is in charge at the time since ice-cream factions are a very back ally business kinda thing. They also have literally nothing to do with political beliefs. A right-winger and a left-winger could both be in the same faction. Ice cream is above such trivial things.

 In the late eighties one man from Spain, who happened to be part of the ICO, had a dream. This man was known as José María Aznar and his dream was for all of Spain and Portugal (WHO KNOWS MAYBE THEY’LL JOIN SPAIN AS ONE GLORIOUS NATION OMFG LIKE TOTES MA GOATS) and maybe one day the whole world to have a steady and free supply of ICE CREAM! Aznar decided the only way to accomplish this tasty dream was to become president of his political party and then go on to become prime minister of all of Spain. In 1990 he became president of Partido Popular (PP). He and his awesome BFF/boyfriend (they both were married to women but you know nice open poly love) Rodrigo Rato began crafting an awesome administration for the glory of ice cream.

 One man they pulled into the group was Mariano Rajoy. He wasn’t anyone really spectacular or outstanding. He lacked a lot of what Aznar and Rato had. Kinda just a yes-man who blended in with the scenery, but don’t we all need and have one those? Besides, they needed a reliable yes-man to carry out business.

 Early on Rajoy found he had an embarrassing (in his eyes) crush on Aznar… and Rato stood in his way. Poly or not, if he would ever be with Aznar he wanted to be his only boyfriend. Truth be told, he found Rato absolutely repugnant and disgusting. He perceived the other man as having no class; drooling over pretty women in public, throwing money at anyone he loved or had attraction to, and not being nearly as conservative as the party (PP) he tied so called “alliance” to. Of course, Rajoy was blind to any of Aznar’s apparent faults, which included also not being nearly as conservative as the PP painted him to be.

 On the eve of election night, Aznar had a meeting with his hopeful administration to finally break the ice cream plan upon them. Rajoy couldn’t attend though for he had already made a date to play with his My Little Pony dolls and that shit is serious you can’t bloody miss that for the world. Aznar shrugged it off thinking his “right” hand man would automatically on board, despite have never seen him at an ICO meeting. (Rajoy is the right hand man cos he is obviously more right-wing than Rato and Aznar thinks it makes sense because he is right-handed and usually masturbates with that hand so Rato is the left hand man because he makes up on the left side. Just… just go with the logic ok.)

 On May 4th, 1996, Aznar was sworn in as the Prime Minister of Spain.  What would transpire not even a week later would be what Rajoy would go on to call Aznar and Rato’s “literal deal with the devil”.

 It was a dark night in a remote spot back in the woods way out of Madrid. Rajoy had thought it was suspicious that Aznar and Rato were going way out in the middle of nowhere without telling anyone so he trailed behind them. He followed them deeper and deeper into the woods until they came to a clearing. There was a large circle with naked women wearing dark cloaks around a pentagram (Inverted. This is Satanic business, not Pagan). Before they stepped into the circle, Aznar and Rato removed their clothes and Rajoy saw that even at 6’3” he had a smaller penis than either one of them (Aznar at 5’7” and Rato roughly 5’9”) but that’s neither here nor there at the moment. There was a man with long legs standing in the middle of the pentagram completely naked except for the inverted pentagram hanging from a chain on his neck the goat skull covering his face. He also had a big black Satanic cross tattooed on his thigh near his crotch. His penis was also bigger than Rajoy’s which was starting to annoy him but he decided to worry about this later.

 The man with the goat skull on had a voice that was deep and almost seductive. “Brother Aznar and Brother Rato, are you two ready to aid in making Spain one of the first great nations on this earth?”

“Si, Papi Bambi (THIS IS IMPORTANT!! REMEMBER THAT THEY CALLED THIS MASKED MAN BY THIS NAME!!), our great representative of the Dark Lord here on Earth.” They replied in unison, sounding as if they were in a trance. The masked man got down on his knees and touched his palms to their penises and began reciting Latin in a deep monotone. A strange presence filled the air. The man finally stopped and arose to his feet.

“Brothers. We shall fulfill the ideals of Brother Aznar for it is what is natural and right.”

“I understand that it is also natural and right that along with such a feat that we bring about marriage equality.” Rato added.

“Indeed my wise brother. The prophecy states that with great ice cream comes great equality in love and companionship.”

“I am ready to fulfill this prophecy. I am ready to do whatever our Dark Lord commands me!” Aznar raised his left hand high in the air.

 The presence started to become too much for Rajoy. He felt his cross necklace burning his chest. As quietly as he could, he fled from the area and back home. What he witnessed on that night would haunt him in his dreams for years to come and constantly made him question why he ever left his work in law to work in politics and why he ever let himself fall in love with José María Aznar.

 The years to follow were turbulent within Aznar’s administration. It had never occurred to him why Rajoy had never been seen at any ICO meeting. He assumed it was because he was unaffiliated with any faction. Rajoy seemed like a straight kinda guy who probably was a bit too innocent to be a part of any real secret society. Rato was more suspicious, especially when all of their requests for ice cream for all were magically lost or not even heard of.

 One day in 2003, Rato came storming into Aznar’s office.

“Rodri, I only have twenty minutes, so if you wanna do something, we gotta do it fast!” Aznar started to unbuckle his belt.

“No that’s not what I want… this time.” The balding man threw down some papers and a crucifix onto his friend’s desk. There was an official membership certificate from the AIC and a pile of “lost” ice cream requests with the solid gold crucifix. It wasn’t a normal Catholic crucifix though. It belonged to The Great Clan of Christian Warriors, a secret organization dedicated to fighting Satanic forces in the world.

“We’ve had an enemy in our midst the whole time.”

“Oh my… fucking hell! He’s been contrary to us… all this time… FUCK!” Aznar grabbed the cross and spat on it. “This bullshit has no place in my house!” He opened the window and chucked it out. It flew so far it hit Rajoy, who was taking a walk, square in the head. It had his name inscribed on the back so he knew right off it was his.

 “¡Dios Mio! They have discovered me.” He gasped and ran to the secret temple to consult the GCCW on what to do next.

 Aznar quickly got on his private phone.

“Papi Bambi, Rajoy is not brother of ours.”

“I worried as much. He gives off too much of a goody-goody air. And we should have known better. The prophecy states there’s a bearded warrior who would unsuspectingly try to bring our goals down from the inside.” The low-voiced man, the same one who wore the goat mask on that fateful night, sighed.

“Please tell me you’ll win next year.”

“Yes, I must. You promised to only serve two-terms, yes?”

“Indeed.”

“The country needs someone like me. You did the best you could but understandably it’s hard to get shit done with…such interference. Your administration is tied with Rajoy in there. We have no excuse or way to get him out and of course, forces that be within the PP have made it obvious that if Brother Rato doesn’t take over, and hopefully he does, that Rajoy is to be their new leader when you step down. Fuck. I am stronger than him though if it comes to that.”

“I hope so. You will bring the plan in motion. You won’t allow any traitors in your administration…. Ugh I’m so sorry I let this happen.”

“It’s not your fault, Brother Aznar! You did all you could. Christians are cruel and deceptive, regardless of how they accuse us of the same. It is us who wants the world to be happy, peaceful, loving, and open-minded as nature intends. They want to go against nature and enslave the people. We want them to be free. We will prevail.”

“I have faith in you.”

“I am eternally grateful to have your support.” And they both hung up the phone.

 ‘Papi Bambi’ arose from his couch and walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a black door. He opened it and walked down into a dungeon full of strange contraptions and items. There was a man sprawled out on the bed in the corner.

“You look as if you’re ready to start a revolution.” The man (who I’m not even going to keep it from you, is Spanish Humorist El Gran Wyoming) smiled his signature crooked grin.

“Rajoy is not an ally at all. He is part of the AIC and the GCCW.”

“Shit.”

“Indeed. But, between Brother Rato and me, Spain will reach maximum glory!”

“I have all my faith in you!” Wyoming held him close.

“I figured you would always been on my side, mi amigo. My brother. My lover.”

 That night Rato got up from his bed in the middle of the night to get a drink of water from the kitchen. Two men in black stopped him when he got there. They both held big guns.

“Let Rajoy take leadership of the PP.”

“Like Hell I will.” Rato grunted.

“The PP deserves a man who is legitimately conservative to lead them. If anything you’re a Satanic Anarchist slob.”

“I will make Spain what it is meant to be. I will do what is right.”

“No. Rajoy will do what is right. He will fight all your sick ideals.”

“Why should I let him take what is rightfully mine?”

“We will kill your precious Aznar and blame it on the Basque nationalists. They always have had issue with him so no one will be the wiser.”

“No.” All the color faded from Rato’s face. To both take the man he loved the most away and to frame the Basque nationalists, despite him never agreeing with them, was something he couldn’t stand for. Not like this.

“Well?”

“I, I,”

And we’ll expose you. All those young women you’ve taken advantage of your power to sleep with? They’ll talk. And everyone will know about all your little sugar babies too.”

“STOP! Ugh, FINE!” Rato knew one day his way of living was going to come back to bite him in the ass and that his whole world would be pulled out from under him but today was not that day. Today he would step back and reassess his role in things.

“So Rajoy will lead the PP?”

“YES! Please just… leave me along. Leave José Mari be. I’ll… go do something else.”

“And you’ll publically have a falling out with Aznar. It will be thought that you rejected the leadership.”

Rato clenched his fleshy fists so hard that his hairy knuckles turned white in rage. “… fine.”

 Fast forward to one afternoon at the meeting place of the Congress of Deputies (lower house of the Spanish Parliament). Rajoy decided to have a friendly conversation with who had become his obvious main opponent in the upcoming election, PSOE (Partido Socialista Obrero Español) Secretary-General José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero.

“Ah, Zapatero, it seems we are opponents in this election!” The tall bearded man smiled. He could feel his cross get very cold out of nowhere even though it had been close to his body all day. Despite this, his extended his hand.

“Indeed, mi amigo.” Zaptero extended his own hand and clasped Rajoy’s before turning to stare deep into his eyes.

 Zapatero’s bright blue eyes… were the very same eyes the man in the goat skull mask had on that fateful night in 1996.

 “Highway To Hell” by AC/DC started playing out of nowhere. Rajoy’s heart-rate seemed to double instantly.

 “Are you okay?” Zapatero looked genuinely concerned.

“I, I, I, I HAVE DIARRHEA!” The bearded man shrieked as he ran out of the room.

 “He looked like he just saw the devil!” Alfredo Pérez Rubalcaba, who was sitting next to Zapatero with a stereo playing AC/DC in his lap, chuckled.

“Oh, you give me too much credit!” Zapatero waved his hand in the air and smiled innocently.

 Rajoy was a nervous wreck up until the election. Most polls had been in his favor but still there was always that element of doubt. So many people said Zapatero would win regardless. That there was strange force on his side. Rajoy had a force on his side too and they did all they could to combat the darkness Zapatero’s people surrounded themselves with.

 Throughout this time, Aznar was a great support in public, as was Rato, but in private they were troubled and depressed. Any of their rendezvous had to be in complete secrecy and the worry that Rajoy and his Christian Warriors could win scared the shit out of them.

 As the story goes, Zapatero won and was sworn in on April 16th, 2004 as Prime Minister of Spain.

 See kids? Satan is the way to go. Christianity does nothing but make you mindless drones. No, the author’s strong affection toward Zapatero is no indication of a subliminal plot to turn you all into Satan loving anti-Christians who believe in being open-minded and always being yourselves. Wow, no. Y’all are thinking the worst of me. Wow. That was totally not my intent at all so stop thinking that right now! I’M INNOCENT I SWEAR! PRAISE JESUS? *barfs* Er, yeah.

 A lot of things changed. Rajoy was now but the Leader of the Opposition so his powers were severely scaled back. Zapatero and his administration went into action of turning the government in a way more progressive direction.

 Oh, and the orders for ice cream went out. There was ice cream everywhere. And the IMF (International Monetary Fund) was down with all of this motion. Why you ask? Why? WELL IF YOU MUST KNOW AS OF JUNE 7th, 2004 THEIR MANAGING DIRECTOR WAS NONE OTHER THAN… WAIT FOR IT…. WAIT FOR IT…. RRRRRRRRRRRRORIGO RRRRRRRRRRRATO! FUCK YEAH ICE CREAM!

 -Cue random mandatory scene of Rato and some lovely young ladies eating ice cream in his IMF office with “Ice Cream Man” by Tom Waits playing. Seriously it’s a good song, look it up. And it gives me a big Rato vibe.-

 And not long after the ice-cream came, as the prophecy stated, marriage equality became a thing in Spain. Love wasn’t just a straight couples’ thing anymore. Publically El Gran Wyoming sang Zapatero’s praises and always supported his actions. He did so in private too… and more, of course.

 The great ice-cream boom and marriage equality happiness of the Zapatero administration wasn’t to last forever. Rajoy and his warriors did all they could to figure out how to pull the rug out from under this whole spectacle. Corruption wriggled its way through the Parliament. Crony capitalism and a whole load of other bullshit, including some housing bubble bullshit, came to the light. Despite this all having never been touched by Zapatero, because he was in office at the time he was blamed.

 “So this is how they’re playing this game.” He sighed as he watched the television. The PP members of parliament were running their mouths left and right. “Just like I’ve always said. The AIC and the GCCW can’t play nice or fair and they certainly won’t go soft on someone like me.

History will look well on me though. People with logical minds will know I did well for this nation. The economy… I fear I can only do so much… for that. They have my balls in a vice here…” He trailed off.

“Ice cream?” His First Deputy Minister, María Teresa Fernández de la Vega, held out a cone to him.

“Thank you.” He smiled and took the cone from her and began to lick it.

 The news of Rato’s resignation in 2007 came as no surprise to him, for the man had already warned him. Once again, he was being threatened and still wasn’t ready for the world to see everything. Not yet. Zapatero offered to channel Satanic powers to protect him but Rato refused and insisted they stick to their regular prayers, masses, and ceremonies.

 One night in 2010, Zapaero and his Minister of Health, Social Policy, and Equality Leire Pajín were floating naked in a private pool together sharing a bowl of ice cream.

“Do you think Alfredo can win?” Pajín licked her spoon slowly.

“I wish, though I have my doubts with the way Rajoy’s jokers have ripped us all to shreds.” Zapatero sighed and sat his spoon down. He then looked her and grinned seductively. She moved in closer to him and they began kissing. He sat the dish of ice cream over on the side ground outside of the pool so it was out of the way. The moment he looked back at her, Pajín attacked him and they began making out passionately.

“Holy shit, that’s Leire Pajín!” They heard a voice from behind Zapatero. There were two men in the bushes. One had a camera.

“And she’s making out with an older man!”

“Oh shit, they saw us!”

“What the hell are you two doing here? This is private property!” Pajín narrowed her eyes at them.

“I, uh, you see…”

“We’re paparazzi. We were hired to take defaming photos of you.”

“Well the both of you should just leave before something even bigger than your boss comes after you.” Zapatero turned to stare them both down.

“HOLY SHIT IT’S ZAPA-FUCKIN-TERO!” The one man gasped.

“He’s old enough to be your dad!” The other looked at Pajín in disgust.

“I was sixteen when she born.” Zapatero groaned.

“Yeah, and that’s technically old enough to have fathered her!”

“Do you two have a problem with who I choose to sleep with??” Pajín pulled a machine gun seemingly out of nowhere.

“FUCK!”

“Uh, uh, uh, okay but you’re both married!”

“Oh wow, like no politician has ever had extramarital relations! Besides,” Zapatero pulled a red, blue, and black flag from seemingly nowhere, “Does this flag mean anything to you?”

“It looks really cool.”

“It’s the polyamory pride flag! We’re both in open marriages. A lot more people than you’d think are!”

“Okay fine but where are you two pulling these things from??”

“None of your business, you micro-pricked fuckers!” Pajín cocked her gun. “Now you’re both going to leave and speak nothing of this to anyone!”

“AHHHH!”

“YES MA’AM!” Both of them men ran for their life from the property.

 “That was annoying.” Zapatero shook his head.

“Indeed. Now, where were we?” Pajín pulled him close to her curvy body.

“Well, I was thinking we could dry off and then I could eat you out like you were that bowl of ice cream next to us.” He started nibbling at her neck.

“Speaking of this bowl of ice cream.” Zapatero’s wife, Sonsoles Espinosa appeared from inside the nearby cabin and picked up the bowl. “Jose Luis, now I don’t need this perfectly good ice  cream going to waste.”

“Do the girls want it?”

“I have them on a diet and their father wants them to have ice cream so late at night??”

“Their father is a man who made ice cream free for all of the country he runs. And as the leader of said country, I say they can cheat tonight.” He winked at her. She smiled and shook her head. Sonsoles knew very well that her husband let the girls “cheat” on their diets a lot. She knew he secretly took them out for junk food and treats when she wasn’t around. She had accepted this fact years ago and allowed it to go on for that was the odd harmony of their family.

 The two men stopped at the bottom of the huge hill the private property was on. They were really minions of Rajoy’s and they very well told their boss what they saw that night. All it really did was confirm that the country was being ran by perverts. Like it had been for years upon years at that point.

 2011 rolled around with Zapatero stepping down as the leader of the PSOE. He stated that he felt his work was best served elsewhere and frankly, the stress was taking a toll on him, like it did with most leaders.

 The public’s focus on the economy helped Rajoy and the PP win the election. The Free Ice Cream Act was ripped to shreds. His faction argued it did nothing but worsen the economy despite many arguments it was one of the few things keeping the country together.

 Zapatero prayed for the day Rajoy was done. The exposing of corruption and back ally deals with money left a huge scar on Rajoy’s reputation, as did the news of his deep involvement with certain fascist-like secret societies.

 Once again Rato was pushed into a corner. Everyone in his circle had worried he could only back up so far. He had become the president of Bankia, one of Spain largest banks, in 2010 and shit started to go down when they filed for bankruptcy in 2012. Of course, when you’re the leader of any ship that sinks, it’s hard for people not the stare angrily at the person in charge at the time. Like, really angrily. LIKE GRRRRRRRR HOW DARE YOU BE RIGHT THERE AS THIS HAPPENS GRR.

 His subsequent years afterwards until now were full of people constantly calling for his arrest. Both the AIC and the GCCW were closing in on him, looking for anything they could to string him up by his balls.

 As an attempt to not make the party and his former administration look like a complete fucking mess, Aznar invited both of his “dear friends” Rajoy and Rato to the release of the first part of his memoirs, Memorias I.

“See you both get a copy wow look at my sexy face on the cover.”

 The whole event and the book felt so bittersweet for both men whose last names started with R.

 Rajoy cried because he still had feelings for Aznar. Feelings he couldn’t explain. He often wished everything could have been different. He wished it didn’t have to happen this way. He also wished Rato just never was a thing. Maybe then he could have pulled Aznar from the forces of Satan and THEY could have been awesome BFF/boyfriends. Alas, cruel fate!

 Rato cried because things had been going so great and then had to end. He logically knew nothing lasted forever, but he always just assumed he’d have a heart-attack one night while having hot nasty sex with a sexy young thing and his positive public life would end with his death. He read the book and while obviously Aznar couldn’t write about everything, the memories that he did write of were lovely. Memories Rato would always hold deep in his heart.

He often wished their relationship could return to its former deepness but the need for constant secrecy took its toll. They just couldn’t carry on like they used to. Like they did as young men running through the night doing crazy and sinful things in the streets of Madrid… those days were gone and over with. Even the days of two best friends going on intimate vacations and being alarmingly close even in front of the cameras was out of the question.

 2015 rolled around and Rato gave in. He was now sixty-six years old and, between his natural habits of excess and the added stress in his life, he was obese. His girlfriend Alicia stayed firm by his side, for she always knew the truth.

 “Fuck it.” He decided it was time to just take it all.

 He was arrested, charged with money laundering, fraud, and concealment of assets on April 16th, 2015. How much of these charges were legitimate you ask? You asked, right? You don’t just blindly listen to everything the media shovels out into your pie-hole, right?

 It’s blurry. We have the AIC and GCCW doing their usual shady work. Rato, being a member of the ICO and a man of Satan, was going to be someone they painted a special image of. Of course, he himself was no saint. He had a weakness, like I’ve mentioned before, for throwing money at people he adored. Pretty women drove him crazy. Having the power over a bank… knowing so many pretty women… Rato was a fool and in private he couldn’t help but admit this.

 Both his girlfriend and his ex-wife (whom he had left to be with the girlfriend) were both STAUNCH defenders of the man they loved. They said he was being framed. The truth, my friends, is between the lines. But this is… reality… so justice will always be skewed, even for cute fat rich old men. Did I say cute? Er, uh, I mean, I, um…. I HAVE A HUGE CRUSH ON RODRIGO RATO I’M SORRY I KNOW HE’S A DIRTY CAPITALIST SINNER I CANNOT HELP IT. *signs resignation form and goes to live amongst the rest of the trash* I have no idea what the hell I just resigned from but I hope they find a good replacement! I just grabbed a random form.

 ANYWAYS THE STORY MUST GO ON!

 Zapatero held his head high and was forever proud of the great strides he made for ice cream and the LGBT community. To this day he goes around do what he can for democracy, ice-cream, LGBT rights, Socialism, and Satan of course. Satan is the reason for the season. The reason for the season is also pleasin’ and Zapatero knows how to please! Just as El Gran Wyoming can tell ya. By the way those two don’t shy away from the romance jokes with each other. “Jokes”. Yes. Heh. Jokes. Mere jokes. Heh.

 The End.

 …

 What?

 You’re saying I’m leaving out someone? I don’t need to talk about Rajoy anymore. This story was filthy with him.

 You mean?

 Aznar?

 OH!

 NOT THE END!

 I’m gonna have to be brutally honest with you. This was a man who, despite being brought up in a conservative family (no talky about the sex, religion, politics, etc.) and being part of a conservative party, he wasn’t so much like that even though he essentially had to put up that image. The man was wacky, liked to have fun, liked to flirt, joke, and I mean he was dating Rato for years and kept a poly outlook and I MEAN SATAN so… you know… all this pressure kind takes a toll on a man after a while (“takes a toll” seems to be one of my favorite phrases in this story along with “of course”…of course)

 While he became the honorary president of the PP (meaning they love him until the end of times I guess) frankly he’s the weirdest person to have as like, your mascot. Short moody little fella going around flipping people off and showing you his sexy abs and I mean he got a nice a package—

 Kenny, can we just finish the damned story?

 *Sigh* Fine.

 The summer of 2015 proved to be an interesting time. Rajoy was very unsuspecting when Aznar came swaggering… or staggering may be the better word… into his office one day wearing nothing but a big necklace with Baphomet on it and a big bottle of whiskey in his hairy hands. Rajoy had no idea why literally no one stopped the drunk old fart (though I mean, he is the PP’s honorary president and people clap their little hands off when he so much as farts, so I suppose they thought he was fine stumbling around naked and drunk), and why the man was drunk and coming after him.

“You love me, hehe.” Aznar smiled his trademark big goofy smile.

“You’ve managed to make it hard over the years.” Rajoy sighed.

“I bet I make it hard, WOO!”

“Do you want me to drive you home?”

“I’ll be fine.” Aznar finally sat down in a chair. “You now it will never ceased to amaze me.”

“What?”

“That no matter what I do anymore… I can do no wrong. How did it ever get this way?”

“The people love you.”

“Why? I’m just a man. A silly old man… idealistic… I made… a lot of mistakes… in my life… in my premiership. I’m moody… aggressive. My leadership style is aggressive. I’m a Pisces… we’re not supposed to be aggressive.”

“A lot of Pisces in the history of the world have had aggressive elements to their style of leadership.”

“Maybe we’re compensating.”

“Probably. You’re a very kind and fun man. If anything it’s your wife that’s more stiff and aggressive.”

“Ana is something else, no? We balance each other… I think it’s my moodiness. Things don’t always go as I wish… that’s where it comes from. Zapatero…”

 The uttering of that name sent chills down Rajoy’s spine.

 “Zapatero… when things didn’t go his way… he just shrunk back kinda let his people deal with it. Me? No I had to get all angry and throw tantrums.” Aznar took a big drink from his bottle of whiskey. Rajoy was amazed at the fact the man was straight chugging whiskey. His eyes were going to wander down to the naked man’s crotch, but they stopped at the Baphomet pendent. No, they could never really have a fulfilling relationship and the friendship was strange at best with all that had went down… all the differences. And he knew Rato still took up a spot deep in the other man’s heart.

 And of course, you know… the whole deal with the devil thing.

 “How did you get here anyways?” Rajoy sat up straight and arched an eyebrow.

“I jogged.”

“From?”

“My house! Where else??”

“Oh dear heavenly Lord.” The taller man sighed and looked out of the window. “That explains that strange group of people down there.” He gestured down below. Aznar sauntered over and looked out the window.

“My people!” He dashed out of the room.

 “Ah, there but for the grace of Satan goes the craziest mofo I shall ever know.” Rajoy shook his head and went back to the papers on his desk.