Chapter 1 - An Urban Rivals Fic

If there's one thing more humbling, it's being frozen for fifty years. That's when you realize that the world can and will go on without you. Every friend, clanmate and starlet you drooled over is either dead or old and boy, did Gina Glitt not age well. I remember how me, Don's father and our old clanmates use to brag about how fast it would take us to get her pregnant.

And Antonio' I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going to miss the big hot-head even if he did shove me into that meat locker and his stupidity nearly destroyed the clan fifteen years later in a shoot-out with the cops. I'm just glad Don has the brains his old man didn't; he tossed the idiot's vendetta against me aside and let me back in as if nothing happened.

Yep, everything's back to normal. That's what I try to tell myself and for the most part it works. Sure everything seems a lot faster, the women wear less (not that I don't mind) and the cops have gotten a lot more annoying, but I like to think I've been doing a pretty good job. Well...other than that fancy typewriter that I ruined by putting white-out all over the screen and almost starting brawl with that kitty-cat clan when I told them maybe some good husbands would calm them down.

Then, damn, the loneliness hits. Don't get me wrong, I get along with my new clanmates and I almost got some tail from a woman who liked my crooning (until her husband came). I'm not going to get all emo (I think that's what it's called), but lately it's been kicking me in crotch harder than ever. Especially after I last talked to Don's sister, Filomena. I didn't care if she was now old enough to be my mom, I could still see that pretty, sweet and unfortunately under-aged at the time dame that I had a crush on. And all she could do was sadly smile, tell me she was too old and it was too late and give me a good-bye kiss on the cheek.

But there's more to it than that; something else I wish was around before I was frozen. It all started about a week ago when I accidentally walked in Vickie and Lyse Teria. Other than it was the hottest thing I ever saw and worth the two black eyes they gave me, it awoke something. It's not that it just popped up, either. I was about...now how old was I...fifteen. Ever since I saw Suspicion, I had this huge crush on Cary Grant. Now there was a guy with class that you don't tell anyone in your neighborhood how you want to slip him the tongue. To those guys, you were either straight or a fag; and the later got the living shit beaten out of them.

At least now the stigma is pretty much gone and I'm still young enough to enjoy it, it's just having the guts to act on it. Maybe I'll get up the courage while I help the others pick up that shipment of stolen car parts.

***

Ugh, stupid pirates. I shake the last bits of glass from my hair (no thanks to their leader throwing me through a window and into the water) before Tino throws my arm over his shoulder.

"Thanks." Shifting my weight to the ankle I didn't twist, I accept his help as he walks me over to one of Riccardo's cabs.

"Come on, come on!" Riccardo's signals us the second the sound of police siren arrive.

"Don't worry, the sea food only got away with a few pieces."

"Sea food'" I can hear Riccardo cuss a bit as we get in.

"You know, the Piranahs. They're sea food, Fang Pi Clang is foreign food, the Bangers are dark meat."

"What's that clan of mutant animals called' Yeah, Jungo, what are they'"

"Oriental cuisine."

I grit my teeth for a minute or two to keep from busting up laughing. "You know, you're pretty funny."

He smiles back and, wow, it actually looks...human. I'd almost say it was like he was suddenly replaced with someone who doesn't lick his lips when driving past a morgue, but it's not the first time I've seen him like this. I know, I know it's hard to believe, but if you can keep him off the subject of food and he tries hard enough, he's not a bad guy. Then again, I can kind of relate. I get the same look on my face whenever I'm in an internet cafe, watching everyone on their screened typewriters as much as he does when you put a plate of real food in front of him.

We spent the rest of the ride tossing names for the rest of the clans, ignoring Riccardo's constant praying that the cops don't see us. The Uppers are gourmet delicacies, the kids from Skeelz are veal, Roots would be tofu and Sentinel, we both agreed that they're just "fucking annoying" and left it at that. If I wasn't so afraid of him getting any ideas, I'd ask him what he'd consider me.

"It's far as I can take you." Riccardo said as dropped us off at one of the safe houses. "And Tino, try not to eat him."

"Don't worry," He lowered his voice and blatantly licked his lips. "You look a lot tastier."

Chuckling as Riccardo immediately slammed on the gas and drove off, he threw my arm over shoulders again and lead me to the entrance of one of the safe houses. Granted "safe room" is better term given their size, but it's a damn good idea of Don's to create these things; a place to lay low, get a change of clothes, patch your wounds and rest.

"Just when I stop being scared of you." I roll my eyes as we get to the bed.

"And you don't scare me'" He snapped back, dropping me on it. "Maybe you should look in the mirror next time you use your flamethrower."

Ok, he's got me there. "Alright, maybe I do get a little over-excited." He gives me a funny look. "But you never lived to you used one of these babies. Here, give it a try. The nozzle got all bent, so just pretend."

It would be safe to say he's humoring me as he straps it on and points it. "Just imagine: all that power coming out of one little nozzle and right as some sea food is coming for you."

"Heh, look at his face melt." After frying a few more imaginary pirates, he sets it down. "I can see what you mean." Plopping down on the bed next to me, he leans back and props his feet up on the end board. "You know, you're not a bad guy, Fabio."

I can't help but to give him an odd look. "Uh, thanks."

"You know how it is being tossed into the outside world and not being able to go back." He gets up and looks in the food cabinet that Don set up in all the safe houses and sighs in disappointment. "Whole new set of rules, everyone you know is gone or kidnapped by Nightmare."

"You mean Mona's little tall tale is true'"

"The one where she claims how Veccio keeps his hideously mutated son chained up in the HQ's basement'" Digging through a small, near by hope chest he finds a pair of jeans and a "Clint City Demons" sweatshirt and tosses it to me.

"No," Now how do I put this in best way possible' "It's probably better if I put the way she does." Altering my voice to sound higher with that mischievous tone of hers, I strip off my wet shirt, jacket and hat and continue. "'Oh Endora' Her and her burglar husband have been eating people for the last 30 or so years. It's a sad thing, really, everyone they mugged didn't have enough money to buy food so they just ate them instead.'"

"She's right." After shucking off my shoes and socks, I gesture for him to turn his back. "It's nothing I haven't seen before."

"Tino, please." I could swear that he was chuckling a bit over how cute my modesty is. "And that part about you being one of her kids'"

I can see the back of his head nodding. "Mom did the best she could for me and my brothers." The his mood begins to darken. "And anything about her selling-out the family to Nightmare is a goddamn lie."

I feel the pain build as I'm literally biting my tongue to keep from yelling, "What the hell' The old witch use to work for us for years; I know what she's like." Frustration and concern build up as I keep imagining what I'd say: "You and your brothers aren't the only heirs she's tried to create and you aren't the last. I've seen her toss aside anyone who fails to give her what she wants." I sigh at what would've been the next part. "I hate to tell you this, Tino, but she only spared you because you were probably the one that disappointed her the least." Instead all I can say as I tap him on the shoulder when I finish dressing is..."Sorry to hear that."

"I swear that I'm going to break their control over her and get our house back." He plops down on the bed again. "Thanks for understanding."

"No problem." I don't know if I find this odd moment of innocence cute or pitiful. Only thing either of us can do now is look at each other. Come on, Fabio, you've read underground pornographic pulp novels that started out like this. Just open your stupid trap and say something; given his twisted upbringing it's probably not the worst thing he's ever heard. "I..." That's when the image of him beating the crap out of me pops into my head. "I'm feeling a little tired."

"Sure thing." I swear he almost looked a little disappointed and sighs at me as I fake a yawn. Great, he even had the decency to throws the spare blanket at the end of the bed over me.

****

I've always been a light sleeper, especially when I feel something grazing against my ear. "Damnit, Tino, I'm not food." Shifting my eyes, I see him fast asleep, lost in some dream as one of his large arms unknowingly wraps itself around me. Well, at least it feels nice, especially after I calm down a bit a realize the nibbling was more...gentle' I turned my head, giving him more access. Yeah, just keep doing that, yeah, there. Just don't stop, damnit. That's when his tongue trails along the edge of my ear, dips it into the outer part and forces of 50 years of sexual repression to come out of my mouth in a loud moan

"Oh God!" Tino springs up from the bed. "Fabio, I didn't mean..."

"I know you didn't." Smiling, I throw the blanket off of me. Gazing at his now boxer-clad body and the strange-looking tattoo across his stomach that I could barely make out due to the lack of light was starting to make me feel all hot and bothered enough to shut my brain off. And with not a single get beaten-up scenario to stop me, I immediately planted one on his lips. Feels much harder than a woman's and who would've know, it's not that bad. "It was just the thing I needed." I take a small breath. "We both know that it's not easy for either of us to figure our selves out and maybe this may or may not wo..."

With a large, playful slam onto the bed, Tino gazes down upon me and smirks, "Or we just finish what we started."

I simply nod and turn to my side as I feel his tongue slide down my neck and then start kissing and sucking it. A rush of warmth flows through my body, begging for more and getting its wish answered with one of his hands slid under my sweatshirt, caressing my body. There were times I almost gave up on feeling this good again, to be held close and feel your mind be too much in a fog to say anything other than...

"Touch me." Taking his free hand, I guide it into my pants. And he knew just what to do the second he pulled my them halfway down my thighs. Damn, sure can't accuse him for being restrained: one big, rough hand pumping my dick in time with the other one stroking me. This guy is definitely no ammeter and I wouldn't have it any other way. But I can't help to wonder where he got it from. Some guys with a cannibal fetish' One of his shut-in family members' Forget it, I don't even want to know.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you bitch'" I hear my thoughts calling out to me, making up for the Tino's silence. As much as talking dirty gets me off, I don't want to risk the chance that he sucks at it and kills my boner with a single, "Ram it in my fucking fuck-hole you goddamn pile of shit-fuck." Oh God, I can't believe I still remember that woman.

"Enjoying yourself'" Without turning my head I could easily sense his smirking as he pulls me closer and pumps his hand even faster.

"Hell yeah." Being that I'm no selfish lover, I began rubbing my ass against his crotch. And judging by his quiet moaning, he's enjoying it as much as I am feeling that hot, stiff thing. "Slide that ass. Get your man off."

As much fun as it was to play "match the strokes", a hard grunt escaped Tino's lips, warning me of what as to come and filling my head with a new kind of anxiety. What would another kiss be like' Is getting your dick sucked any different when a man does it' What would his taste like' And do I even have the guts to let him stick it in me' All I can do to respond is shut my eyes and keep moving my ass until...until..."Aaaaahhhh!"

Tino places one of his hands on my now trembling body, "Th-thank you." I turn to him and the mess he made as he stuffs his cock back in. "Here." I take off my sweatshirt and begin tenderly cleaning him and later myself off. "So what does this make us' Boyfriends' Fuck-buddies' A one-night fling'"

"I guess we'll have to see." He smiled and then kissed me. I guess the future isn't so bad after all.

THE END