6All characters contained within are fictitious; any similarity to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.
This contains male on male sex scenes, so if you find these themes offensive I would advise you to stop reading now.
There is adult language used throughout this story.
There is violence in places.
This is an advance 'thank you' to anyone who reviews this story.
I would like to thank everyone who read, and/or reviewed Guardian Angel and any of my other pieces.
This is dedicated to all those who know what love really is about.
Stay safe, and take care.
Jack Daniels, March 2003.
Chapter One
[Dangerous Love]
Between Tracks.
You could almost smell the testosterone floating like an ever present cloud above the college.
Life was made here, lives were destroyed here. It was like a factory consuming needy souls, desperation etched across every wall.
If only you could read the minds of the students here, if only you could cut through the pretense, the games and the lies. The same thing is on every mind, the same fantasy on each person's lips.
Sex.
It's on the mind of the teenage girls muttering and giggling between themselves in the corner. It's on the minds of the high school football captain and you nerdish young guy screwing in some long abandoned cupboard.
Like a disease inflicted upon the defenseless, it spreads. Contaminating every soul, every body it touches like a virus.
Sex and love.
Inter changeable words some people may argue. But they are far more interdependent of one another than most people believe.
Sex without love. Love without sex.
Neither is more powerful, more beautiful than sex with love.
Have you ever stopped and thought of how many people have loved and lost across the centuries?
It could make you think that love is a negative force, but that is an over generalization. Love itself is neither good or bad, positive or negative.
It is more like a huge reservoir of potentiality.
It is us, humanity that perverts it; manipulate it to our own means. Love is like religion. It is used. It was created to be used by us.
Think of man who has just murdered his wife. He goes to court and pleads insanity on the grounds that 'love made him do it'.
He gets off.
Love made him do nothing. But he used love as an excuse, as a weapon even though love did not harm anybody.
After all, it doesn't have to. We manage to do that ourselves.
Ten Years Ago.
Marcus could hear his own heart beating in his chest. He could hear the racing thud of his pulse in his ears.
He could feel the pain where he had violated him, but worse he could feel the hurt in his soul. Nothing he could do to his body would ever be worse than the loss of trust and the feeling of humiliation he felt every time he met him.
He knew he would find him soon. He knew he couldn't hide for long. He was relentless. He would keep coming, keep wearing down his defenses until he surrendered.
He was scared. Terrified would be a better word to use. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, but he blinked them away.
He couldn't show any sign of weakness, he had to be strong.
His breath burned in his throat, and he swore the sound of his muscles trembling might give him away.
The down town city street was dark and silent. Only the regular, quiet sounds of light foot falls shattered the peaceful image. He could smell the cheap after shave before he could even see the man.
The man's voice came from behind and Marcus spun around on young feet.
"I've been waiting for you."
Present Day
Fuck.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Nothing ever seemed to be going right today, thought Marcus just as his papers fluttered onto the floor.
Growling his anger through gritted teeth, he bent down and started to pick up the folders and files.
His dark Latin complexion was flushed from the summer heat, and a trickle of sweat made its way down his temple.
He strode quickly towards his car with heat mirages flickering across the tarmac. The sun was so strong, even the tarmac was sticky like treacle.
It was mid summer, and every one got a bit more insane than usual.
Something to do with the humidity, he thought as he drove towards home.
He was twenty six, and just this year had achieved his goal of becoming a Chemistry lecturer at a local university.
He loved the job, but boy could some of the students really test his patience. Some of them were cute though, he had to admit, even if he would never even think about doing anything with them.
He didn't have to, he thought, smiling to himself.
Arriving at his house, he found Danny lying on the couch with an ice pack on his head. "God, I hate this heat" he said, when he heard Marcus came in.
"Hell seems cold in comparison. But, shit, it could be worse." Danny raised a damp eyebrow at him in mock disagreement.
Marcus kissed him on his left cheek and sat down on the couch beside him. "How was work, honey?" asked Danny. "Ok, the students are little shits and I swear half of them wear asleep but at least they didn't interrupt." Danny let out a melodramatic sigh.
Marcus laughed at his exaggeration. "Would you like me to mop your brow?" he asked, sarcastic. "Come on, get up. It isn't that bad." "Why should I get up?" he said, letting out a groan.
"Because after being in a room full of fifty hormone ridden teenage brats, I'm horny." Danny was Caucasian whilst Marcus was Latin, and it made him smile when he thought he was doing his bit to help race relations.
Slowly, but with urgency barely hidden below the surface of their actions, their lips met. Electric charges flew between them as they kissed. Marcus moved on top of Danny, letting his hands explore well known territory.
"I love you so much." said Danny, staring deep into Marcus's eyes. There was only affection, love and passion there. Marcus was quite for a moment. "I love you, too."
Soon, two sets of clothes were on the floor as Marcus's golden skin glisten like honey in the afternoon warmth. They took their time, for there was no reason to rush. They had all the time in the world. For now that is true.
But who truly knows what the future may bring?