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Never Meant to Be	By : Nightbloom Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 8691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Never Meant to Be

Part 6
Brooklyn slowly dropped onto the balcony, disappointment clear in his eyes when he saw that the lights were off. It seemed tRobeRoberto wasn't in.
He lightly tapped the glass just in case the human was sleeping. However, it looked like he would not get a response tonight.
As he turned to leave, he heard a fluttering sound. Looking down, he noticed a note attached to the little table outside the balcony.
He picked it up and held it to the moon light and slowly read the message.
CASE WORK, WILL BE BACK LATE. SEE YOU TOMORROW NIGHT. TAKE CARE. R
Brooklyn smiled. So he wasn't being blown off. Feeling a lot better, Brooklyn jumped onto the railing, spread his wings, and leapt off. Within a few moments, one could see his shape flying off higher into the night sky.
X
Roberto danced by himself, trying to draw some subtle attention. So far he had been able to keep his powers under control, although he had feared that he used too much coming in the club's front door.
The bouncer had given him such a hungry look when he let him pass, he was almost afraid that he would follow him right in.
Once through the doors, Roberto spotted his prey.
Direct approach never worked, as it aroused suspicion. Especially when the person wasn't that attractive. Mr. Kane was a simple looking man, not to mention at least twice Roberto's age. So Roberto just made his way to the dance floor, and placed himself in Kane's line of sight.
As he danced, he concentrated on releasing some of his power in Kane's direction, hoping that nothing would go wrong.
The bad thing was, his power always affected those nearby, and it was easier to direct when Gary was beside him.
But to have Gary present would ruin the whole single look.
The music slowed down and so did Roberto, running his hands through his hair.
He realized there was trouble when Kane hadn't noticed him, but the people near Roberto were starting to stare appreciatively.
Roberto inwardly growled. Figure, he thought to himself.
"Moving into second phase," he muttered. The only flaw he saw to this plan was that while he was able to communicate to the people outside in the van, they were unable to communicate back. If any danger was headed his way, someone would actually have to come in.
Roberto continued to dance, keeping an eye on Kane. As soon as the elder man looked up and in his direction, Roberto let out a stronger wave of his power.
Mierda! he exclaimed to himself, when Kane turned away, unaffected. Looked like he was one of the select few that were immune to his powers. Unfortunately, the ones standing beside Kane were not.
Roberto pulled back his power, knowing that any further use might create an ugly scene.
"Changing tactics," he said, their secret code that his team agreed that meant he was quitting with using his powers. It also kept their secret from Matt and Elisa.
Roberto stopped dancing and was about to make his way to the bar when someone pressed up real close to his back, one arm around his waist.
"Where ya going, baby?" asked a deep voice.
Roberto tensed, temper rising.
He turned his head back to see an extremely muscular man about his age, bald head.
"In case you can't tell, I'm a guy," Roberto said in a venomous tone. It wasn't uncommon to be mistaken for a lady, but being called any feminine nicknames before someone determining what he was drove him nuts.
"So you are," drawled the man, his arm moving upwards to his chest.
Roberto wriggled out of the man's grasp, anger turning into a touch of fear. People like him weren't meant to be trusted. He turned and glared at the man.
"How about we head to a hotel?" the guy asked him.
Roberto's jaw dropped in shock, before he sputtered. "Wh-what makes you think... ugh! Never mind!" Roberto spun around and uthe the crowd around him to distance himself from his molester.
"I think I'm starting to get some unwanted attention," he then said softly, in a joking manner. He quietly prayed that the man who accosted him was just a fluke, not someone who had been affected by his powers. If that were the case, then he was going to be in trouble.
And trouble it was.
As he tried to make his way to the bar, people fondled him or blocked his way, trying to get him to dance with them. A couple had been rather aggressive, both male and female.
Although the female was an interesting obstacle, having flashed him to see if he was really one hundred percent gay like he claimed to be.
"Too much attention," his code that really meant, "Get me out, now!"
This whole thing was a fiasco.
Roberto finally arrived at the bar, looking disgruntled. "I swear if anyone touches me one more time, they'll die," he muttered. "Cola!" he ordered, his tone clearly miffed.
"Sure you don't want something to warm you up inside?" asked someone else.
X
Gary tensed when he heard the code.
"I'll go for back up," he said, quickly taking off his blazer and grabbing a jacket that was in a protective bag.
Jack looked up at him, concern in his eyes. "Remember, " he started to say.
"I know, I know," said Gary. "Play nice."
"Where's he going?" asked Matt, as Gary leapt out of the van.
"Uh..." started Jack.
"If Roberto get's too much attention from anybody other than our target, Gary plays either best friend or jealous lover to ward them off."
Elisa and Matt glanced at each other, their faces clearly expressing doubt.
Jack adjusted his headphones. "Gary was the number one drama student in our school. The only class he beat me in."
Mike let out a choked laugh. "I'm telling you, he's a closet fairy..."
Stacey smacked him once more.
The two began to bicker and Jack shook his head. He turned to clarify with Elisa and Matt when someone asked Roberto a question.
"That's him," interrupted Matt, looking at one of the security screens.
With the permission of Nick, due to Jack's insistance, they had been given the signals to track the security images from within. It made things a lot easier than all of them grouping up together into one small room. The van allowed them more access.
Jack opened the door to call Gary back.
Gary, however, was already moving up in line, and it was too late.
Jack closed the door and sat back down, flipping onto another screen. "I hope he doesn't interrupt if they start talking."
X
Roberto looked up and saw that Kane had addressed him.
"No, thank you. I need a clear head tonight."
Kane smiled lecherously. "I wasn't talking about a drink, son."
It took all of Roberto's courage and dignity to not bolt in repulsion. Instead, his face flushed, which the guy mistook for embarrassment rather than anger.
"Oh," Roberto forced out, meekly, moving his back to the counter.
"New to this place?"
"Fairly."
Roberto hoped that no one was coming to aid him just yet.
"You're a great dancer. What do you do for a living?"
"Paper work, mostly," Roberto replied. "Book keeper, receptionist, temp work."
"For shame... someone like you should be more into modeling or acting."
Roberto looked coyly away. "Dreams," he said softly.
"You know, I might be able to help." Mr. Kane moved closer, and Roberto held still, his heart racing. While his intentions were to get the man to notice him, he didn't want him to do anything.
And with the looks he was getting, Roberto was seriously afraid that the guy would try humping him in public.
"A-actually... my biggest g-goal is archeology."
"Oh?"
"I-I always d-dreamed of finding artifacts in all sort of regions of the world, from the natural to the unnatural..." Roberto started off by stuttering at first, sounding nervous and shy. As he continued to speak, his words came out sounding more sure of himself, "losing" himself in his favorite subject.
As he talked, getting more and more animated, he flashed more smiles and moved his hands to accent what he was talking about, moving just a little bit closer to Kane each time.
Kane's eyes, however, showed something other than interest in what he was talking about.
Roberto's careful eyes saw that Kane was paying attention to his body.
"I came across this little doll once with weird markings, and someone told me that it must have been a voodoo doll because the hair was real. . ."
Kane's eyes snapped up to look Roberto squarely in the eye.
"So magical artifacts interest you a lot?" he asked.
Roberto feigned momentary confusion. "Uh.. wha... oh yeah! Of course!" Then he made to notice that he was standing too close to Kane.
He forced himself to blush and stepped back, looking away and pushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear.
"You know, I have a few pieces that might interest you back in my apartment," said Kane. "Maybe we can go over and look at them over a cup of wine and some dinner. In the morning I can show you some of my other pieces that I, um, donated to museums."
Roberto wanted to punch the man. He knew the veiled offer. Spend the night at Kane's? To borrow Christina's expressions...EEEEE!!!! The guy wasn't ugly...he was distinguished, however, the feeling radiating off of him was vile.
"Uh, I don't know. . ." he started. "What kind of artifacts are they?"
"Well," started Kane. "Some of them are from the magician named Crowley. Some are tablets with diagrams from supposed Satanic cults. But my most prized collection, which was unfortunately stolen under a museum's care. . . was some artifacts from a voodoo priestess who knew of other magics as well. Supposedly, she used them to store energy. Sexual energy." Kane's voice grew more husky.
"S-sexual energy?" Roberto stumbled over the words, toying with his chain.
"She was an evil one. Had sex with her victims before sacrificing them for their energy. But it gave her great powers, according to some of the stories I've heard."
"O-oh," Roberto said faintly. "Stories?"
Kane shrugged, nodding at the bartender who served up two quick drinks. "I've travelled a lot. Came across them. Acing ing to the villagers, the woman was beautiful. Guess that was one of her powers. Age 65 and she could pass off for a thirty year old. And had the virility too. With those items in posspossession, she was able to get everything she wanted, except for one man.
"He was a practitioner of the white arts in voodoo, young man who remained nameless. She tried to seduce him, too, whether it was out of lust or the need to take his powers, no one really knows. He was the one that defeated her and legend has it he trapped her spirit into a statue, broke it to pieces, and scattered them everywhere. When the pieces are together, it's suppose to provide a way to harness her powers, and just to keep that legend ed ied is why those artifacts were kept in separate museums."
"Whoa," murmured Roberto, not feigning interest this time. Could it be that someone is trying to see if the legend is true?
Roberto looked away, lost in thought. If that's the case, it might explain the condition of the body. So if we find the other missing people and they turn up like that, then each piece will be requiring some type of sacrifice.
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a hand grasp his chin and jerk his face upwards.
"You looked so lost in thought there," murmured Kane, his thumb caressing Roberto's bottom lip.
Roberto pulled away, eyes wide. Okay, that was too close, time to bail. "I, uh, sorry... "
Kane held out a drink. "Here."
"N-no, thank you..." stammered Roberto, taking one step back. "I need to leave."
Kane did not look pleased. Must be use to getting what he wants when he wants it.
A hand around his wrist stopped him from pulling further back.
Anger flared inside Roberto. He hated people who tried to keep him from doing what he wanted, which in this case was leaving ASAP.
"But I don't even know your name, or the school you are attending or wish to attend. How can I help you if you won't give me that information?"
Roberto's anger began to melt into fear as Kane pulled him back towards him. We're in public, he can't hurt me, we're in public, he can't hurt me, was that mantra that played over and over again in Roberto's head.
"Let go," Roberto said, cursing at how fearful his voice sounded. He tried to fight back the images of missions gone bad, trying to regain the courage he had when agreeing to help out in this case. He tried to think of things that made him feel good, like Brody. And of things that made him feel special, and strong, like Brooklyn.
Roberto yanked his hand away. "I don't even know you're name," Roberto bit out sharply, regaining ground. "And I don't appreciate being handled like some fucking toy, so back off!"
Kane's eyes narrowed as he smiled, obviously seeing a worthwhile challenge.
Roberto was about to turn around when a pair of arms encircled his waist. "Hey, babe," he heard someone say in his ear.
Anger clouded his mind and he reacted instinctively, his elbow connecting with someone's face.
X
Everyone in the van winced.
"That didn't sound good," said Mike, looking at one of the screens.
X
Brooklyn soared above the other three, looking just slightly dejected.
"What's wrong?" asked Lexington, climbing up to be next to his rookery brother.
"Oh, nothing," said Brooklyn. "Just wanted to . . . uh. . . spend a bit more time to myself and all. . ."
Lexington frowned, his emotions warring with one another.
While he was glad that Brooklyn had found someone, a human, to confide in, he realized that he was jealous of the human. It felt like Brooklyn was being pulled away from all of them, the same way he had felt when Broadway and Angela kept going off on their own. His brothers were important to him, and he needed that connection they always had.
And he was hurt that Brooklyn wasn't trusting him with this "secret."
Maybe it was time to bring it into light that he knew about the human.
"What about that human from the hospital?" asked Lexington.
Brooklyn actually faltered while gliding. "Um, what?" Brooklyn asked, eyes wide as he steadied himself in the wind.
"The human. You said you were going to try to befriend him. Did you?"
Brooklyn stared out into the city. He then sighed and looked back at Lexington, a smile on his face. "Yeah, I did. He's pretty cool."
"So will we meet him up close anytime soon?" Lexington asked. Curiosity was eating away at him. He really wanted to see the human that captivated Brooklyn's interest so. And almost with the same intensityfemafemales did.
Brooklyn cleared his throat. "I. . . I don't know. We only have enough time to talk for a little bit each night. He's either sleeping off a hard day's work or he's getting ready to go out on a mission."
"Oh."
Both gargoyles remained silent, and Lexington tried to fight off the feeling of bitterness.
Then Brooklyn spoke again.
"I'm sure he'd like to meet you, Lex."
Lexington gave him a smile.
X
Gary held a tissue up to his nose, head tilted slightly forward.
The cut on his temple stung, and he could feel the trickle of drying blood oozing down the side of his face.
He forced himself not to react violently when a familiar weight settle on his lap.
He opened his eyes and glanced upward to the very well faked look on concern on Roberto's face.
When he had approached Roberto just ten minutes earlier, he was caught unprepared at the violent reaction he had received. Maybe the Kane guy had him on edge.
Now, he was sitting in a chair in the manager's office, Roberto straddled on his legs, giving him first aid, and Kane standing in the doorway, looking a bit annoyed and even a bit jealous.
It annoyed Gary too. It meant he had to keep up the lover routine which Roberto seemed to enjoy doing just to irk him some more. The whole lap thing was really uncalled for.
Roberto actually moved his hand away from his nose to look at the damage.
"It looks like it stopped bleeding," Roberto murmured apologetically.
His face, however, showed the malicious glee he really felt.
Gary wished that it were he that had his back turned to Kane so he could make a face. However, he wasn't, so he had to pretend that Roberto was looking at him with something other than smug satisfaction.
Roberto then reached over for a small tube of Neosporin, a bandage, and a disinfectant cloth.
Gary bit back a hiss as Roberto wiped up the blood on the side of his face, his small wound tingling.
"I'm so sorry," Roberto was saying, giving Gary what he dubbed the 'bull-shit grin.' "I didn't think you'd actually come find me after telling me to get the hell out."
"I was angry and jealous, I'm sorry," Gary muttered back, forcing his expression to fit his words.
From the corner of his eye, he could see that Kane was giving him a hateful glance.
Roberto gently applied some of the Neosporin to the cut on his head caused by Roberto's ring. Roberto then gently blew on it to ease the small stinging sensation before placing a butterfly bandage over the cut.
For someone who seemed to enjoy having injured him, Roberto was surprisingly gentle with first aid.
"Does my Big Bad feel all better now?" Roberto asked, in a teasing tone.
"No," replied Gary, with a grumpy look.
"Aw..." Roberto leaned down, cupping his face with both hands as if to kiss him.
It was all a show for Kane for he seemed determine to prove to himself that Roberto wasn't going out with Gary.
Gary found himself thanking all the gods known to earor gor giving Roberto long hair. It helped cover the fact that Roberto had placed his thumbs over Gary's lips and kissed them, rather than him.
Gary closed his eyes and faked a pleased moan.
Kane snorted and finally left the room.
Roberto stayed on Gary's lap, glancing over his shoulder.
"Christ! I thought the bastard would never leave!" Roberto hissed.
"Can you get off my lap now?" grunted Gary, eyes snapping open. "As much as I'm sure you enjoy it, I don't."
Roberto turned to look at him, giving him a dirty look. He opened his mouth to give a retort when he stopped. "Oh!"
"What?" asked Gary, alarmed.
"Your nose!" Roberto sounded concerned.
"What about it?" asked Gary, worried. Dammit, women liked his face! Roberto couldn've dve damaged it that bad, could he?
Roberto's voice lowered into a more evil tone. "It's bleeding again," he said, before quickly reaching out and pinching his nose.
Roberto was out the door before Gary could recover from screaming in pain.
X
As Roberto hurried his way out of the club, he felt someone brush up against him.
Turning to see who dared to step to close to him, Roberto was stunned to see a familiar looking man.
Cold grey eyes looked at him for a moment, before disappearing into the crowd.
For one moment, Roberto was torn between going after the man and find out who he was, and heading back to his team mates.
Logic won out and he bolted out the door to the van waiting for him.
X
Mr. Fable smirked a bit as he ordered a drink.
Up until now, he hadn't seen Mr. Quintanar up close. He suddenly understood Sam a lot better. The prey was perfect for the future ritual.
"Quintanar..." he murmured. "I do hope we meet again soon."
X
A young couple ran screaming as Broadway hoisted up the would-be muggers onto a street lamp.
Angela looked on wistfully as the ones they helped fled in terror.
"You get use to it," said Brooklyn, already climbing up the side of the building.
"I know," said Angela. "Though it would be nice to have more human friends than Elisa and Matt to talk to each day."
Brooklyn and Lexington shared a glance.
"Um..." started Brooklyn.
Angela and Broadway looked at him expectedly.
"Uh, yeah... it would be nice," was all he said.
X
Lexington approached Brooklyn as they finished their patrol and arrived at the castle.
Both Angela and Broadway headed over to the kitchens to cook up some new dish while Hudson watched television.
Bronx was no where in sight, having been taken by Goliath.
"Why didn't you tell them about your human?" asked Lexington.
"I just couldn't," said Brooklyn. "I know it sounds weird, but he's my human. I'm just not...ready to share, I guess."
Lexington couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
All this time he was jealous about the time Brooklyn spent away from them when Brooklyn himself was being selfish.
The bitterness went away as Brooklyn was seen in a new light.
He knew better than to push now, and when Brooklyn did decide to introduce the human, he would be most honored to greet him.
X
"So these artifacts that were stolen were used to harness powers?" asked Elisa, trying to get over the craziness of it all.
Matt, on the other hand, looked like he had been offered a pot of gold.
"Seems so," said Mike, in a bored manner that implied it wasn't something new to his line of work. "So long as they are assembled. Separately, it's still nothing but a piece of a statue."
Roberto was back to his normal clothing, a pair of jeans and a loose fitting sweater that he greatly appreciated at the moment. He hated feeling naked.
Gary, was giving him death looks, his nose patched up with a big band-aid. According to Stacey and Mike, it wasn't broken. Just a burst blood vessel.
"Okay, so we figure out what is missing and the legends surrounding it."
"And that's just the easy part..." quipped Christina. "The hard part is finding out where they are, and who took them."
X
Roberto dropped himself onto his bed.
His note was gone, meaning that Brooklyn saw it.
He glanced at the sliding door that led to the balcony. It was unlocked.
Highly improbable that someone would break into his room at this height, but Roberto was amazed at how much trust he had in Brooklyn to leave it unlocked, just in case.
With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
X
Brooklyn waited impatiently for the elevator doors to open.
He had only meant to take a couple hours of sleep, but apparently slept the whole morning away.
Now he was racing to Roberto's hotel, hoping to catch him before he left to do any day time stuff.
The door opened and Brooklyn nearly crashed into Roberto.
"Oh, hey!" exclaimed Roberto, surprised and pleased at the same time. "I thought you weren't g tog to show today," he said.
"Sorry," replied Brooklyn, giving the human a smile. "I sort of over-slept."
Roberto nodded. "No problem. So did I."
"So..How did your c...uh... night go?" Brooklyn stopped himself in time. So far, as Brody, Roberto had told him very little about his line of work. To ask about his case would r som some awkward questions which he wanted to avoid for the time being.
Roberto still shot him a strange look. "It, uh, went fine," he said. "Yours?"
"Uneventful," Brooklyn lied.
Roberto smiled again. "Then, we might as well make up for both our boring nights." He grabbed Brooklyn's hand aulleulled him back into the elevator.
X
Officer Marshall cheerfully did his job directing traffic through a minor accident.
Most cops hated doing traffic, but to him, it meant that there were slim chances of him not seeing his wife that night.
He loved his work, and she understood that. But he hated making her suffer. Each day was a routine, they would get up together, have coffee together, read newspaper together, and they would leave the house together. Right before they each took their own car, they would turn to each other and kiss each other good-bye.
Today had been the same, only out of spontaneity, he also added an "I love you."
His wife's eyes filled with tears and she repeated the words.
Hugging each other, they parted and went their separate ways.
Their second year anniversary was just around the corner, next week, in fact, and Marshall was looking forward to spending it with a bit of dinner and dancing.
He looked up to see a black sedan moving slowly.
Rubberneckers, one of the few things that annoyed him.
"Come on, buddy, we need to get the ones behind you moving," he said in a friendly tone.
He mentally sighed as the window rolled down.
The guy probably wanted to know the full details of the accident. Most were like that. No matter how minor or how serious, there was always at least one person who wanted to know the details.
Officer Marshall stepped forward to tell the driver to keep moving. What he wasn't expecting was to see the muzzle of a small handgun pointed at him.
Nor was he expecting to feel something slam into his chest.
The smell of burning rubber reached his nose as people around him began to scream. The sound began to fade as he was unable to pull in a deep breath. Tears came to his eyes as he heard someone calling 911. Somehow he knew. . . it would be too late.
As he stared up into the clear blue sky behind the towering buildings, he thanked the Lord that he at least told his wife that he loved her that morning.
X
Mr. Fable picked up his phone.
"Mr. F?" Came a voice. "The potential leak has been taken care of."
"Good."
X
Mrste Mte Marshall was brimming with joy as she looked at the results in her hand. After months of unsuccessful attempts, their dreams would be coming true. She and her husband would be having their first child.
She smiled as she patted her stomach. Inside was a new life, and she couldn't wait to give him the good news.
She had asked for the rest of the day off to buy some things to make a nice dinner.
While she cooked, she was surprised when someone rang the door bell.
Funny, she thought. I wasn't expecting company.
Kate walked to the door and opened it, smiling as she recognized the face of one of her husband's colleagues.
They stepped right in, asking her to sit down.
Kate's smile faded, but she remained where she was.
With resigned faces, the det detectives told her the news.
The woman with shoulder length dark hair spoke as gently as possible.
The man with red hair just remained silent.
"Oh," Kate said faintly, as the woman finished talking. She couldn't help but think how horrible this dream was.
Then her world tipped over as she was thronto nto a moment of oblivion.
X
"Matt..." said Elisa, as they left Mrs. Marshall's home.
Matt looked at her, his eyes red.
Breaking the news to Mrs. Marshall had been hard. After she had woken up, she had gone into hysterics, and they had to call in a family friend to help calm her down.
"We have to find these people," said Elisa.
Matt nodded. "I know," he said.
X
"Well, shit."
"What?"
"Officer Marshall was just gunned down. They definitely think it was premeditated."
Jack looked up at Mike with wide eyes. "What?"
Mike nodded. "Seems like he let something slip."
"You don't think he was actually involved, do you?"
Mike shook his head. "I'm thinking he said something to the wrong person and put himself in jepordy. Maybe one of the cops that helped with the interviewed, which will, of course, complicate things."
"You think it's an inside job, now?"
"Well, how would you explain it? The only people an officer would share a case story with is another cop. Or a very close friend."
Jack's face was troubled.
For a bright cop, Mike couldn't help but think that he was so naive. The idea of a crooked cop always troubled Jack. It was endearing, to some point, but a potential fatal emotion.
Jack placed a folder in front of Mike. "Um, several of the interviews I've gone over indicate that in one way or another, the security guards had some sort of feelings for the people that are missing."
"No shit?"
"Nope. "
"Hmmm..."
X
Roberto and Brooklyn were laughing as they walked down the streets.
He had never had so much fun, even when he was with his rookery brothers. The lack of air in his lungs from laughing weakened him enough to stumble. He bumped into Roberto, and Roberto held steady so as not to fall over.
Brooklyn tried to push himself up, using Roberto's shoulder.
Roberto, in turn, used one arm to catch Brooklyn by his waist, and another arm to catch the hand currently around his shoulders.
Brooklyn continued laughing, feeling strange. Roberto was warm, and soft. And he smelled nice. And it made him feel all warm as well. Almost like when he had first met Maggie, and Angela, only different. And stronger. It made him feel slightly dizzy.
He looked up into the face of Roberto, relishing the amused twinkle in the human's face.
Then someone rudely rammed his side, yelling "Faggots!" and taking off.
Roberto went stiff by his side, amusement gone, a shadowed look on his face. He immediately pulled away, shoving his handso hio his pockets.
Brooklyn's good humor also faded. He knew that the term "faggot" was an insult, but what exactly did it mean? He never heard it at the castle, and on television and the movies, he heard it being used during verbal arguments.
Maybe it had something to do with what Roberto was.
Brooklyn threw Roberto a few glances. Now it looked like the human was avoiding his face.
"Roberto?" he softly called out, as they neared the hotel.
Roberto gave him a forced smile. "Yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
"Of course!" Roberto replied, a little too brightly.
Brooklyn just nodded, not convinced at all.
A few moments later, they stepped into the hotel.
Roberto walked into the elevator, and pushed the button up button.
"Roberto?" Brooklyn tried again, feeling as if something were really wrong.
The doors slid open, and Roberto stepped in.
"Brody," he sighed. "I'm sorry... but really thinking about it... it's probably for the better if you don't seek me out."
Brooklyn felt as if he had been punched in the stomach. "Wha?" he started, as the doors began to close, separating him from Roberto.
X
Roberto felt like shit.
The look on Brody's face was upsetting, but it just had to be this way.
The doors to the elevator almost closed, when a pair of hands shot in between the doors and pulled them open.
Roberto stepped back, startled as Brody pushed his way in.
"Why?" he asked, as the doors closed, trapping Roberto in with an upset Brody.
Roberto's heart hammered in his chest, back pressed to the wall. "Because," he said, shakily.
Brody stepped up even closer, a strange look in his eye. "That's not a very good answer," he said, almost pleadingly.
Roberto took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. This was Brody! He hadn't given any indication that he was....well... you know. Sure there had been a lot of pats on the shoulder, and things like that... but without much social interaction, of course Brody would be craving contact. So him getting into his personal space didn't mean that he would try anything.
"Look, Brody," Roberto started out, hating that he was being forced to tell the truth. He had enjoyed Brody's company, and it was easier company to keep with because of the day hours. He knew, the upon learning the truth, Brody would probably be disgusted.
And in a way, Roberto knew that he was being selfish, thinking of hurting Brody rather than being hurt himself.
"The truth is, if you hang around me long enough, people are going to talk."
"I don't understand."
"I know a lot of people here... I worked here before. There's a few things that you don't know about me."
Brody tilted his head.
"A lot of people also hate me for who...what I am."
"I still don't understand."
"Look, being around me can lead you to beatings and harassing...I..." Mierda! Roberto thought. "Hate crimes are still pretty high in this area and if people think you're gay..." Roberto looked at Brody, feeling helpless.
He 't w't want to be responsible for any harassing that Brody could receive. He was a good kid, but seemed too innocent.
"What's wrong with being happy?"
Really innocent...
"Homosexual gay... not emotional gay," Roberto muttered, hands over his eyes.
The elevator jerked to a stop.
Taking a peek, he saw that Brody had hit the stop button.
"Why would they think that?" Brody asked, softly.
"Because that's what I am," Roberto murmured, shame coursing through his body.
He didn't want to reveal that. He was happy acting normal. . . and happy having Brody confide in him.
At the same time, he felt self hatred for feeling that shame, considering that he had long ago accepted what he was.
Silence reigned in the elevator as Roberto stared at the floor.
He heard Brody press the emergency off button, and the elevator continued on upward for a couple more floors before opening it's doors.
Brody stepped out, and Roberto followed, only at a slow pace, avoiding Brody's eyes. He didn't want to see what was in them, whether it be disgust, anger, disappointment...
A gentle hand touched his chin, and Roberto jerked his head up, instinctively pulling away and pressing himself against the nearest wall.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Brody said, softly.
"I-I know," stammered Roberto. "You don't seem the type."
Roberto slid past Brody and to his suite's door. He unlocked it, cursing the shaking in his hands. He stepped in and turned around to say good-bye to Brody. What he didn't expect was for Brody to slide his way in.
"What are you doing?" Roberto asked, his voice breaking.
"Continuing this conversation," responded Brody, turning to face him, arms crossed.
Roberto leaned back against his suite's door, slowly walking back to close it gently. Perplexed. That was the only way to describe what he was feeling.
X
Brooklyn was a little disturbed by Roberto's behavior. For one moment, it looked like the human actually thought he was going to hurt him.
"I don't want to end this friendship based on what you are," he said. On the contrary, that's why I wanted to be your friend, to learn more about you.
Roberto looked up at him, something dark swimming in his eyes. It was a haunted look, and Brooklyn realized that there was something deeper to this sudden fear that the human seemed to be showing. He had concluded a while ago that something, or someone, had caused some emotional damage a long time ago... or maybe even during a long time span.
"Brody," Roberto said softly. "You told me yourself, you've never had much social interaction. Hanging around me will let you experience the worse kind. You don't deserve that."
"So you'd rather I just go out and forget you."
Roberto slowly nodded.
"I can't," Brooklyn responded, stepping closer.
Roberto closed his eyes, head tilted downward.
"Brody..." he tried again.
"It would kill me," Brooklyn interrupted.
Roberto's head shot up, confusion evident in his eyes.
"I've never felt any connection like this before, Roberto. I feel alive when I come visit you. It's like you've opened my eyes to a world that has been shut from me. The idea of not seeing you for one day makes me feel sad. And it's like n't n't get here soon enough. You're asking me to do something that would send me into depression. Asking me to forget you... I don't think I can handle that at all."
"Brody..." whispered Roberto. "I. . . I'm sorry to be asking you of this, but I've been there before. In the end..."
"I won't be able to stay away."
Brooklyn could see that his refusal was causing the human some pain, but there was no way he would give up his only chance to completely know this person.
The pain in Roberto's eyes tugged at his soul, and he slowly reach out to caress Roberto's face.
Roberto closed his eyes again and leaned into the touch. A small whimper escaped his throat.
"What if I said I wanted to be closer to you?"
Dazed eyes looked up at Brooklyn.
"I...I meant it when I said it would kill me if I stayed away from you. There's a pull I feel. I don't understand it... but it feels... right?"
Roberto's head tilted up slightly, lips parting as he tried to say something.
Brooklyn continued to stare in his eyes, hoping that Roberto could see the truth behind his words.
"I..." whispered Roberto.
Brooklyn felt his heart pounding against his chest, as a warm feeling began to really rush through his body. He'd always seen romance movies, when humans kissed. He'd always catch a few glances when Angela and Broadway kissed. And even Goliath had experienced kisses from Elisa. With his monstrous beak like mug, Brooklyn had sadly resigned to the fact that he would never know such intimacy.
But now. . .
Brooklyn leaned forward, his lips parting slightly as well, his hand slipping behind Roberto's head, gently holding him in place.
He felt lipslips tingle when he brushed them over Roberto's lips.
Roberto let out a soft moan, as his eyes closed and he leaned closer, pressing against Brooklyn.
Brooklyn felt dizzy.
His lips opened a bit more, as the back of his mind supplied some suggestions from what he had seen on television and in the movies.
His free arm reached out to circle around Roberto's waist, pulling him away from the door.
He felt Roberto place a hand on his shoulder, as another against his upper arm. The contact made him shiver, feeling the extra warmth radiating from the human.
Roberto's own lips opened up a bit more as well, deepening the kiss.
Kissing was incredible.
X
Roberto thought his heart would stop when he heard Brody's words.
It sounded like the guy had become infatuated him. And that scared him. He always felt a twinge of guilt knowing that his powers could lead a person to their demise. And it seemed that he had unwittingly projected them to the youth in front of him.
The talk about dying if separated scared him.
His brain was telling him to kick out the poor man before it was too late.
But then his logical reasoning went out the window when Brody touched him.
The feeling behind that touch was so gentle, so loving, that it broke his heart.
And he couldn't really understand everything else that came out of Brody's mouth.
Next thing he knew, a soft kiss touched his lips, and a need long suppressed arose within him. He parted his lips more to deepen the kiss, and felt like he was floating. It had been so long since anyone had kissed him with such innocent intentions.
That's what it felt like.
It wasn't demanding. . . it was just a proclamation of the truth Brody had been saying.
When he felt Brody encircle his waist, he offered no resistance. He allowed himself to be pulled forward, to relish the warmth of Brody's body as he came in full contact with it.
His heart was beating hard against his chest, and it felt like he wasn't getting enough air.
When the kiss was broken, Roberto was practically gasping for air. He opened his eyes to look directly into Brody's eyes, and he could see the attraction there. And he felt his resolve breaking down. Brody was kind, and gentle. . . and naive. . . the perfect candidate for a pain-free relationship.
A relationship that would eventually be broken. . . because it seemed to be his curse.
"That was incredible," he heard Brody say, awed. "I never knew that a kiss could feel so wonderful."
Roberto's dream like haze snapped back into clarity.
Que en diablos estoy haciendo!
Brody had told him he had little contact with people, meaning this attraction felt was a result of not being exposed to anyone else. This attraction was misplaced.
"This is a mistake!" Roberto blurted out, pulling away from Brody. He cursed how his voice cracked in anxiety.
"What do you mean?" asked Brody, looking hurt.
X
Rejected even in human form.
This was disheartening.
Roberto turned to face him, and Brooklyn hoped that he could still salvage this blossoming relationship, despite it being under false pretenses.
"You told me yourself... you've had little contact with other people. It's easy to make a mistake thinking your attracted to me when I'm one of the few that you've had constant contact with!"
Roberto sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than 'Brody.'
"Please don't presume to know what my feelings are," Brooklyn said, slowly making his way closer to the human.
It was almost like stalking him. Roberto went from nervous, to willing, to flighty within a matter of moments.
Roberto froze again, his face showing despair.
"One of us will end up hurt if you try to continue this."
"It's a chance I wish to take."
"But I don't. . . I. . . Brody, I like you, but. . ."
Brooklyn reach out and gently grabbed Roberto's hand, gently pulling him back towards him.
Roberto didn't offer any resistance, and Brooklyn knew he was taken advantage of the human's confusion. He felt guilty, but he also had to understand this aspect of human life. The idea that one could be attracted to the same gender had puzzled him perfusely. But now. . . he was understanding it a lot more. It had to do with the person him or herself.
"I like you, too," Brooklyn whispered.
Roberto moaned as he practically fell into Brooklyn's arms. His lips met Brooklyn's with a sense of desperation.
Brooklyn returned the kiss, losing himself to the sensations that began running again full force through his veins. His hands trailed up and down Roberto's back, causing the human to shiver. Roberto's own hands were touching him in a way that made him feel extremely warm... and excited.
Next thing he knew, he fell back into the suits couch, with Roberto kissing and nibbling his neck, jaw line, ear... lips.
Brooklyn tried to stay focused long enough to learn what Roberto was doing, and repay the favor.
The soft moans that Roberto let out let him know he was doing something right.
His hands began to slip under Roberto's shirt, the sudden urge to have skin contact increasing.
He arched his back when Roberto did the same.
His heart pounded, his breath came out harsh. . . but he felt like he was gliding in the clouds.
X
Roberto tried to get his breathing back under control, as his heart finally began to slow down. Beneath his left ear, he could hear the soft thumping of Brody's heart, keeping almost the same rhythm as his.
He cracked his eyes open, his skin tingling from the afterglow of an orgasm.
He slightly shifted, wincing when he felt the mess in his boxers.
Suddenly feeling shy, he pushed himself up on both arms, and looked down.
Brody was looking up at him, a dazed expression on his face.
Hair stuck to his neck and temples as his sweat began to dry. His face was still flushed, and Roberto was sure he looked the same way.
Roberto slowly sat up, stradling Brody's jean clad upper legs, a wet spot evident in the front.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered. "I... I didn't mean for it to go that far..."
Brody groaned as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. "I'm not sorry... but why are you?"
Roberto looked away. "I. . . it's not easy for me to... it's not ... I don't act out on desire." He turned back to Brody. "I. . . I've only willingly partnered with people that I l-love...or think I'm in love with..."
Brody's eyes widened, a hopeful look in his face.
Roberto felt like dying.
"Brody... I'm attracted to you. . . but I don't think it's love. . ."
Brody's face fell. "Are you in love with someone already?" he asked.
"N. . ." Roberto paused. "I think so," he said softly, a small smile flickering on his face. "I just realized, that maybe I am. . . only. . . I doubt the feeling would be mutual."
Brody looked confused.
"He made it clear, through conversations, that he lamented over the fact that the females he was attracted to rejected him, one because of his looks, and the other for his. . . uh. . . brother."
"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that," said Brody, and a somewhat strangled voice.
"I'm sorry, too, for, um, leading you on." Roberto looked down at Brody, sorry that while he liked the young man enough... his feelings for Brooklyn was holding him back.
X
Brooklyn was floored. Was it possible?
Was it just possible that the person Roberto was talking about wasn't a person at all, but himself? His gargoyle self?
But how to ask. . .
Brooklyn realized that he would have to play it both ways. Now that he knew, it was time to act a bit differently himself.
But still. . . as Brooklyn the gargoyle... he wouldn't be able to experience what he felt just minutes before.
"Can't we at least try? I know I don't have much experience in it, but I don't think relationships happen out of the blue. Why pine for someone you're not sure, well, sure, that they won't return our feelings."
"Brody, I can't...I don't think I can do anything more with you than hang out."
"What about kissing?"
Roberto took a sharp intake of air. "I... I d-don't know... I mean, this is where it lead us to... I'm afraid that it might lead us further and one of us will regret it more than the other."
Brooklyn licked his lips. "What if I give you my word to not go further than that?"
"Brody..."
The look in Roberto's eyes were sad, but they seemed undecided.
Brooklyn gently wrapped his arms around Roberto's waist and pulled him in for a soft kiss. "I wouldn't dream of forcing you to do something that you're not ready for... or what I'm not ready for. But we can at least have this, can't we?"
Roberto's expression looked like he melted.
Roberto smiled softly and leaned forward, giving him a kiss as well.
"Yeah, I think I can manage this," he whispered.
Brooklyn couldn't help but smile.
He leaned back, pulling Roberto with him. Lips met with a more calming touch, and both fell back down into the couch, chuckling softly, and sighing as they enjoyed the small worshipful touches.
tbc
Spanish
Que en diablos estoy haciendo - What in devils am I doing? (more common English term, What in hell am I doing)
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