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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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A/N: Sorry for the delay folks, but my computer crashed and I lost all files, so I had to redo this chapter. I have it written down, but I tend to do a lot of editing when transferring it to computer, so all that data was lost and I had to try to remember what I wrote. Anyhow, as I said at ff.net when I gave them a preview, I was splitting Chapter 9 into two sections considering how long it was getting. I know a lot of people were probably hoping that it would be up entirely, but I wanted to get something posted and soon. So hopefully the rest of chapter 9 will go up by the end of this month or next. Also, I would like everyone to know that I am also working on an online comic featuring the original characters here and getting into more depth with them there. It can be found at http://fadinginnocence.keenspace.com . Please leave any comments either at my live journal or email. I also leave inforon oon on the progress of the story I'm focusing on, which in this case is this one, Never Meant to Be.
Chapter 9 (part a)

Jack had to turn away from the scene. It never failed to amaze him just how much blood a human body could hold, and how nauseating it could be, seeing it painted across the floor.
Granted this time it was a roof top and the night's lights made the blood look brown.
According to the file, Miss Mary Purity was an outstanding employee that had many friends, inside and outside the job. She lived not even a block away from her parents, and she volunteered at an early morning daycare center on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. She donated to charities such as United Way, Animal Rescue League Foundation, and participated every year in the Diabetes Walk.
She was a good person who deserved to live a long happy live.
Instead, someone cut her life short in a grotesque way. Blood flowed from numerous lacerations, her state of undress making it obvious to what else she had to endure. Her eyes forever frozen in a state of fear.
And unfortunately, there was no chance of ever finding justice, because her killer took the coward's way out and shot himself.
It was impossible to tell where her blood ended and his began.
A string of insults made him snap his head in the direction of Christina, Stacey, and the leading investigative officer.
"I know my job," the officer was growling. Jack couldn't help but flash back to another man that looked like him, only younger. Bad memories kept Jack from conversing with the officer, even though logical reasoning told him that he was probably nothing like that other man.
Judging from the look on Christina's and Stacey's faces,wasnwasn't the only one who saw the resemblance, and that was probably why they were so irate with the cop.
A good thing Roberto and Jimmy weren't present.
A better thing that Mike wasn't here either.
However, Mike's absence also meant the absence of Maza and Bluestone. He really wished they were here.
Jack took a deep breath and made his way to the arguing trio.
The officer tensed up even more on his approach. What a volatile condition this was. A clean cut case of territorial issues.
"Is it all right if I asked some of your men to check for stolen property?" Jack asked softly, tilting his head. Unbeknownst to him, it gave him the appearance of a young boy asking to see if his friends could come out to play.
The officer's initial reaction was to say "yes." At Jack's responding smile, the officer's suspicion arose, and so he questioned Jack's reasons.
"If this man was behind the rash of mysterious disappearings and murders, then nothing in the museum will be missing. But if there is, then the theory still stands that more than one person is involved."
"I don't see any trace of somebody else being here."
Jack raised his hands in a calming manner. "But it's always best to be one hundred and ten percent sure, isn't it?" he asked in return, an age old quote from a former captain.
Stacey and Christina watched in gentle astonishment as Jack once again defused a hostile situation with little effort.
"You know?" started Christina, in a soft and bemused tone. "I'm beginning to understand why my brother hates him sometimes. I really do."
"Oh?"
"He's just too damn cute for his own good!"
Stacey rolled her eyes.
X
It was as if his body had a mind of its own. Roberto would have been tempted to say that it was drugs, but he hadn't ingested any foods or liquids. So why was everything so fuzzy? Was it something in the air?
Roberto struggled to keep things in focus, but he could no longer follow anything Kane was saying, and his nerves felt like they were on fire each time Kane's hand brushed against his skin.
It felt like hands were everywhere on him, and he could taste the alcohol in Kane's mouth as he forced his tongue into him.
Roberto's hands moved on their own, holding onto Kane as he was pressed back into the seat, his legs spreading as Kane cupped him and massaged him into hardness.
He wanted to cry, he wanted it to stop, but he could only moan and gasp and buck upward as his body continued to crave more.
And so his brain took it's only course of defense and mental preservation... he blacked it all out.
X
The air was starting to cool down, and the breeze helped boost the speed and altitude of Brooklyn's and Lexington's flight.
"Wow, this feels great!" exclaimed Lexington, letting himself go and doing ariel stunts.
Brooklyn laughed at his rookery brother's antics before deciding to join in on the fun. It only lasted a couple minutes, as they were both on patrol, but it was a fun couple of minutes nonetheless.
Following a few minutes of silent gliding, Lexington turned to Brooklyn. "So how are things with your human?"
Brooklyn gave him a crooked smile. "I haven't seen him in a couple of day...er... nights! But so far, things seem okay."
"That's good."
"Don't worry, I'll bring him around again some time soon so you can talk to him," Brooklyn assured him, while sighing mentally in relief of covering his minor slip. Ever since he had begun transforming into a human during the days, he was finding it harder and harder to keep both lives and personalities separate. It made him wonder how Puck managed to do it after all this time.
A moment later, a smile flashed across his face. Lexington had said "your human" once again. Only this time, it sounded different, and Brooklyn liked it. However, he couldn't help but wonder if Roberto saw him as his gargoyle and whether or not he shared the same sentiments with that phrase. As Brody, it has become apparent that Roberto was always holding back. And as Brooklyn, he acted just a bit differently, which gave him hope.
"So what's he like?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is he anything like Matt or Elisa?"
"Not... really... I mean, in a way, he's kind of suspicious of people, a lot like Elisa, but he seems a bit more open to giving people a chance. And he's not at all like Matt. He actually finds it amusing working with Matt, especially when he's talking about his theories."
Lexington chuckled. "Even I sometimes think he watches too much television. But not all of his theories are completely off."
"True."
"Does he like technology?"
Brooklyn couldn't help but laugh. After the initial fiasco with Goliath, it felt great to have at least one of his clan interested in his friend.
X
Kane had given his household crew the entire night off, since he had high hopes of luring in his young prey. In a way, his gut instinct had been right, but he had thought that he himself would have seduced the skittish colt into his home with his own wit and charm. Instead, it seemed that there was some truth the to artifact that was currently around the young man's neck, as he had gone into something of a trance shortly after donning it.
It was odd, however, that he hadn't encountered security when he had gone to retrieve his piece. It left him with little confidence in the security that ran the place at night and the safety of any artifact in general.
Tightening his arm around his trophy, Kane led Roberto up the stairs. He was initially unnerved with the blank look in the latin man's eyes, but having the young man accept and return some of the caresses made him forget all about it. Especially as Roberto gave those breathy sighs, and sees his cheeks flushed.
Kane briefly wondered whether he would be able to get Roberto up the stairs quick enough and into his bed. His own cock ached with the need to slowly glide into the boy, taking his nice and slow before driving into him with everything he had.
Thinking about how the young man would respond to his administrations entertained him. Roberto purring in his ear was making it more difficult to walk. Damn if he didn't just throw the boy there on the steps and take him! But he knew his limits, and he himself was no longer a virile young man. He would not have the capability of fucking the boy on the stairs like he did ten years ago. No, the bed... he had to get him on the bed.
The last few steps seemed to take forever to Kane. But he finally made it. He threw Roberto down and began to unbutton his shirt as the younger man writhed in a wanton display, his face flushed and a soft moan escaping his throat.
Unable to wait any longer to feel the body pressed up against him, Kane pinned the boy down, his pants still on, but unzipped, and he rocked himself against the firm body beneath him. His teeth nipped the underside of the latin man's jaw, latching on and sucking on the boys throat. His tongue created a trail from shoulder to ear as his hands managed to get underneath the man, grasping his ass, squeezing the cheeks as he pulled him upwards.
Wanting to feel the skin, Kane expertly began to unbutton Roberto's shirt, relishing in the heat of the skin lying beneath it. Hands ghosted over the boy's chest, his nipples hard, his body quivering from tension. It wasn't until he came across a faint scar did he pause.
It was barely noticeable, until one ran fingers across it... then there was a slightly different texture than the rest of the skin. Whoever patched him up was a highly skilled professional. But where did such wounds come from?
"Please," came a soft murmur, temporarily distracting Ka
The elder man resumed his administrations, wondering who on earth would injure such a beauty like that. Then again, as he watched Roberto writhe in lust, he felt an incredible sense of power and the sudden need to be rough, bruise the flesh to mark him as his, and suddenly understood why.
He was meant to be claimed, and hurting him was only a way of letting him know who his master was. The black haired fellow who was his boyfriend, he looked like the possessive type and Kane wouldn't be surprised to find out if he was the one who marked him.
Roberto was the pct vct victim, someone that was to be dominated. And now that he had an opportunity to take this boy away from that young brat, he would.
Pushing himself off of the young man, Kane undressed down to his boxers. He leaned forward and he pinned Roberto's wrists over his head with one hand. The other trailed down to grope at Roberto's bulging crotch.
Roberto moaned and arched up against him, encouraging Kane to act out on his lusts.
He unonedoned and unzipped Roberto's pants, his mouth watering in anticipation. Letting go of Roberto's hands, Kane hooked his fingers into Roberto's pants and silky boxers, and began to tug them down.
The lights in the room went off.
"Shit!" Kane cursed, standing up. The lights flickered back on and a buzzing sound could be heard from a small panel on the wall near his phone. A moment later, the phone began to ring.
He snatched it up knowing that it was alaralarm company.
"Power failure," he said. "Everything is fine." A couple seconds later, he gave them the password and hung up. Turning around, he was alarmed to see the Roberto was sitting up, no longer looking aroused, but confused and scared.
Rushing over, Kane caressed Roberto's face while gently pushing him back down. Roberto's face took on the dreamy look again.
However, Kane was interrupted a second time.
"Taking advantage of the artifact and an unwilling victim? For shame, Mr. Kane."
"Who are you?" Kane demanded, whirling around and finding four strangers in his bed room.
"My name will be irrelevant in less than ten minutes. However, the artifact you have around Mr. Quintanar neck, is. I would appreciate it if you would just hand it over to me," the man with long pale blond hair said.
"Nonsense!"
Two of the men stepped forward and around K gra grabbing him by the arms.
"I only give people one chance. It is unfortunate that you have decided to deny my request. Boys, take him for a drink."
"What are you doing?" Kane asked, fear creeping in as they hauled him into the bathroom. He shut his mouth when one of them pulled out a gun.
otheother left to go downstairs.
Meanwhile, Roberto writhed in the bed sheets looking pained at the loss of contact.
"Sam, you can have some futh hth him if you'd like."
"Yes, sir!"
X
Gary watched some girls dancing provocatively from his place at the bar, sipping his drink. He was glad for a night off after so many surveillance bits and following false leads, but he found himself unwilling to seek any of the female companionship that presented themselves to him.
And that irritated him. Roberto got to find someone and he, who hardly had any trouble with women at all, was unable to.
Then again, he was never a casual one night fling type of guy, and maybe that was what made him hold back. Sooner or later, he would have to leave and break the the relationship.
He tossed back the rest of his drink with a frown. It was obvious that Roberto wasn't thinking of that. He really didn't want to deal with the pitiful state his partner would most likely be in at the end of the case.
X
Sam grinned malisciously as he thrust himself against Roberto, enjoying the sounds the male was making and wishing that the barriers of clothing between them were gone.
However, Mr. Fable clearly stated that he didn't want Roberto to come to any physical harm, yet.
His hand slipped up the legs of Roberto's boxers, fondling the delicate skin and hair that lay hidden there, and fingering the opening that called to him. He removed his hand and unzipped his own pants, grinning to himself at the fact that he always went commando. His cock sprung out and Same guided it into the loose folds of the boxers. If he couldn't penetrate him tonight, at t het he would get to feel the contact of skin against skin. He delighted himself in trailing his cock up against Roberto's leg and into the boxers. His cock slid up against Roberto's balls.
Sam hissed at the warmth and increased the tempo of his thrusts, shuddering as Roberto's hands desparately grabbed at him, soft moans vibrating in his ears.
t's t's enough, Sam," he heard Mr. Fable call out.
Sam reluctantly pulled back as Roberto whimpered out Kane's name.
"Go see if Mr. Kane is ready."
"Yes, sir." Sam zipped up his pants, moving awkwardly towards the restroom.
Mr. Fable glanced down and watched as Roberto looked up at him, eyes distant, lost in some type of sexual fantasy. With those empty eyes, Roberto still managed to make a coy smile and stood up, glising over to e Mre Mr. Fable stood.
Roberto's questing hands touched his face, neck and chest, before dipping down to Fable's stomach and crotch. Fable only smirked as his placed his hands on Roberto's waist. He allowed the man to caress him nuzznuzzle up against hhroahroat, whispering suggestions of what Fable could do to him. Fable's hand reached up to Roberto's neck, grapsed the pendant's strap, and tugged hard, breaking it off of Roberto's neckline.
"Almost ready," Same called out from the bathroom, as Roberto's eyes fluttered closed and began to slump forward.
Fable caught him before he hit the ground. "Good. Give me a few moments to escort Mr. Quintanar out. Oh, and if I could have a glass of wine?"
X
He was dancing with the stranger again, the one with long pale hair and grey eyes. The music was seductive in it's primative beat, and everyone around him was fading away, leaving him alone with the unnamed man.
It was as if his body was acting on its own, swaying, gyrating, moving in time to the beat in his heart.
Then the stranger was kissing him, hands roaming across his body, undressing him as he felt himself falling.
Silky sheets lay ath ath him, and he could only gasp in pleasyre at the stranger's skillful touches.
And suddenly, the man was inside him, sliding in an out. It felt so loving, but in the back of his mind, it also felt wrong. He wanted it to be someone else. But who?
Playful nips ran down his jawline, neck, and shoulders.
Roberto let his head fall back as he moaned.
Suddenly, the thrusts became fast, violent, andnfulnful, and powerful hands pinned him down, making it impossible to get away.
Roberto's eyes widened as he gasp in pain, and whimpering as he looked down at the man that held him. It was no longer the pale stranger, but a dark skinned man... the one from the club. The one who had given him such a frightful look.
"Now you're all mine," the black man hissed as Roberto cried out in pain. He froze as a silver knife appeared above his head, and then it came down in an arch.
His breath stopped as his blood shot upwards and came raining back down at him, and felt as his attacker came, filling his insides with semen, and hearing the man cry out in release.
Then everything turned black.
X
Roberto collapsed onto the cement floor underneath one of the street lights.
His head spun as he tried to stand up, lost beyond belief. Was all that just a dream? Itt sot so real! He could almost feel the pain from it all. He looked around, trying hard to remember how he goere.ere. Wasn't he leaving the museum with Kane? Did the bastard do something to him? Take advantage of him?
As far as he could tell, no.
He finally managed to get to his feet, although he had to use the wall to support him.
He stumbled ahead, trying to get his bearing. The corner of this intersection looked familiar. Had he stayed at a nearby hotel around here before?
As his vision cleared, Roberto began to recognize the place, and fear gripped his heart.
During the few months he had lived here, away from his friends, and employed by Mr. Jay, he had been attacked here by a group wanting to send a message to Mr. Jay. Being blatantly bisexual, Mr. Jay had earned some nasty enemies. Jay's employees were often targets of violent attacks, and he himself had received numerous death threats. As for Roberto, he became the victim of a gang rape.
It was this very corner that he had been taken by force into the warehouse opening that was inbetween a nearby alley and had been tortured for two long hours.
Only three of the five rapists were caught, and only one was convicted. The jury had found it hard to belive that it was a hate crime and that it even took place the way Roberto said it had. At first, all three walked free. But then one of them made the attempt to attack Roberto a second time in his own home. He was caught, tried, and sentenced as having acted out on his own.
Roberto felt himself collapsing again as he was overwhelmed with the nightmarish memories. He had been alone, far from the friends that served as his family. He didn't want to remember that night. He tried to block out those phantom screams, and jeers, and sights, trying to focus on the sounds of the present. He tried to focus on the sounds of the few vehicles that were still passing through the street, the sounds of little dogs barking out of the third and fourth story windows, hearing the sound of base from nearby apartments. But it wasn't working, and he could see the faces of his attackers floating in front of him. A whimper escaped his throat.
"Well, well. What are you doing, precious?"
Roberto's eyes snapped open and the present became clear, the sky still dark, a taxi zooming by, and the only people visible were the three that suddenly stood before him. They looked rather unkempt, and judging by the look in their eyes, there were all high on something.
Roberto jerked back, only to find that a fourth person blocked him from behind.
"This one's pretty," said the guy behind him, hand coming up to cup his chin.
Roberto moved to pull away and run when the man's hand firmly covered his mouth, the other arm around his waist, and two of the other guys immediately grabbed his arms. Roberto tried to yell and began to struggle. No, no, no, he wasn't going to become a victim, not again! He kicked out, and his feet were grabbed by the fourth. The man adjusted his grip by hooking Roberto's ankles with his arms, and pinning them to his sides. Together, they carried Roberto into the alley behind him.
He felt panic settling in as the four men laughed at him, calling him "pretty" and "sweetheart" and other humiliating petnames. Then anger and hatred filled his heart. He was tired of being the victim, tired of being the bait. He didn't want to be that anymore. He didn't want to be weak. He clenched his eyes shut and gathered all his strength and concentration.
He yanked one leg out of it's entrapment and lashed it back almommedmmediately, catching the guy by the chin. His legs were dropped and he let himself become dead weight, slipping from the grasp of the man behind him, and managing to shake off the ones holding his arms. He leapt up and punched at one, elbowed the other, and kicked out at the third. One of them came back at him, and he managed to dodge the punch and landed another blow to the back of the man's neck. That one didn't get back up right away. &nboberoberto turned around and blocked a blow to his face, returned it with a kick to the stomach, follwed by an upper cut.
There was a sharp cracking sound and Roberto saw stars.
He felt himself crash to the floor, too stunned to break the fall. "That bitch!" he heard. "I'll really kill him now!"
The voices began to fade and a roaring sound filled his ears as he blacked out.
X
Brooklyn and Lexington settled on top of one of the buils, ts, taking a small break.
"It's pretty quiet on our side," said Lex, scanning the streets below.
"Maybe we should split up to cover more ground," Brooklyn suggested, stretching his arms and wings.
A muffled yelp was picked up by their sensitive ears, and both gargoyles rushed to the edge to look down into the alley.
"Isn't that your human?" Lexington asked in shock, pointing down to a scuffle below.
"Roberto!" Brooklyn breathed out in horror.
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