Awww, fuck....

That face, those eyes... He knew it well.



Too well.



Backed up against his bedroom wall, Louis DeNonno slowly shut his eyes as his fingernails grinded into his clenched hand; his heart dancing circles around his head.


"Hyde."


It was almost a whisper; a sharp hiss. Louie could feel his breaking nerves as he summoned them to confront his familar guest. Kyle Hyde was there, right there, leaning in the doorway; head tilted to the side. It was that look, that which shook Louie to his very core.

Kyle was emotionless as he slipped into the small bedroom; closing the door without ever looking back. Louie was frozen, as he always had been, caught in that oh-so-familar trap of the man named Kyle Hyde.


"Hyde. Don't." Louie choked out, but began to even his tone as he continued. "This REALLY ain't the place for... for THIS."


This was one of the things that Louie had so desperately wanted to leave behind in New York. It wasn't just the desire to start a new life, or the despair he had felt as he watched the life leave Danny's cold body that made him want to leave. Oh no, there was a bit more to it then that. It was that one day, the week before Danny was murdered and he split town, that this had happened that made him want to escape.


Louie had pride, and he had no desire to let that man stomp on it even further.


But pure desire was not enough to win against Kyle Hyde. It didn't help Louie when that small smile played across Kyle's lips as he approached Louie, loosening that stupid tie from his strong neck. It did Louie no good as Kyle was pinning him to that damn wall, pressing his body into the younger man's.

Pride and desire would never avail against Kyle Hyde. Ever. The warm breath that rested on Louie's face as Kyle's tounge slowly ascended up his right cheek was all the proof one needed.



"Dammit!" Louie hissed, cringing under Kyle's tight grip. He could squirm all he want, but he wasn't going anywhere. Kyle smiled, almost gently, as he slightly pulled away from Louie's face, his eyes lazily gazing at him as he spoke.


"C'mon... Like old times."



The old times. That first time in that dark utility closet back at the precient. The sound of clothes violently hitting the floor, the hoarse pants and moans that filled the tiny space as Kyle took advantage of Louie that first time. The feel of the icy tile on Louie's face as he collapsed on the bathroom floor that second time. The experience of the over-powering pleasurable orgasm that third time. The taste of the warm cum swirling in his mouth that fourth time...


Old times soon regreted but not soon forgotten. It was easily seen in Louie's expression as he fell onto his bed, that painful, twisted smile that met Kyle's pleased eyes as he turned his head back.


"I fucking hate you, you know that?" He almost spat out the words.


Kyle's surprised expression was soon replaced with a gentle, amused girn.


"Likewise, pal."


And that was that. Clothes hit the floor, gasping moans filling the air as Kyle thrusted, Louie's hands turning near-purple as he gripped the mattress tighter and tighter as the pleasure built. The small traces of blood taste in his mouth as Louie bit his tounge to keep from screaming as the pleasure overloaded and released through his body, then collapsing in a heap on those dirty, sweaty sheets. Pleased sighs escaped the lips of both while Louie untensed to the feel of the warm, sticky, liquid that hit his back.


It was all familar, nothing new to the pair. Nothing had changed when Kyle got up, dressed, and walked to the door. It wasn't new that he left the room without a word, and Louie never even turned his head. It was all old news, it was like the old times once again, as Louie burried his face into that bunched up sheet and wailed his heart out; his pride shattering to the floor.


"What a fucking trip."