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Chapter 6 - ...and a new beginning

Dom didn't know what to feel any more. After Mia had revealed to
him that Brian was still in town, he had dressed and gotten his car.
But now, standing in front of Brian's house, he felt his usually
infallible courage failing. His feelings had turned into a strange
mixture of happiness about seeing Brian again and dread about the
conversation they needed to have.

Steeling himself for what was about to come, Dom gathered his
courage and rung the bell. He was sure that Brian was at home,
because the light was on. Trying the bell a second time Dom waited
for the door to open.

'Damn it. Open the fucking door.'

Cursing under his breath, Dom tried the handle and found the door
unlocked. He let himself in and wandered through the dark hallway
over to the living room. There was a beam of light shining out under
the door , but no sound could be heard from the inside. Taking
another deep breath he flung the door open.

What he saw made his insides freeze.

Brian was sitting on the couch gun in one hand and whiskey bottle
in the other. He was obviously drunk as hell.

“Dom? Wadda ya doin' here?”

“I wanted to see you and talk to you.”

“Go on then. Look how the cop has fallen...forget it, it's
ex-cop.”

“Brian, you are drunk.”

“Yeah. You here to kill me? Don' have ta get ya hands dirty.
Can do that all by myself.”

With these words Brian got up, dropped the bottle and held the gun
to his head. 'Shit, shit, shit.' Dom felt himself start to panic. He
didn't know what to do, but before he could make a quick jump in
Brian's direction, he caught himself. Dom wasn't entirely sure if he
would be fast enough to stop Brian from pulling the trigger and if he
wasn't he would lose Brian.

“What are you blabbering about? I don't want to kill you.”

“Coulda guessed that. Ain't even worth enough to you for
killing. But that's 'kay. You hate me, so living's just shit.”

“Brian, please listen to me. You are wrong. You have to keep
living. Whatever happened it will be ok.”

“You don't know shit 'bout it.” Brian's voice sounded
less drunk and more determined, “It's not gonna be okay, 'cause
I love you and you hate me."

“What? Brian, that's what I was here to talk about. I care
for you and ...”

“I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING PITY.”

With these words Brian pulled the trigger.

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“BRIAN, NOOO!”

The silence, that followed was deafening. Both of them needed a
moment to realize that the gun had jammed. Dom wanted to laugh, cry
and slap Brian all at the same time, but he simply crossed the
remaining distance and threw his arms around the distressed blond.
Brian let the gun drop to the floor and started sobbing on Dom's
chest.

Pressing Brian closer to his body, Dom marched them over to the
bedroom. He gently put his exhausted looking charge on the bed and
kissed his forehead tenderly. Spooning behind Brian Dom laid down and
regarded the man beside him.

Brian had closed his eyes, the slowly drying tracks of tears still
clearly visible. 'I can't believe I almost lost him.' Drawing the
blond closer to his body, Dom carefully combed his fingers through
his silky curls. He whispered : ”I'll never let you go again.”.
Then he dropped off to get the first content and dreamless sleep
since Brian left.

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The sun hurt his eyes and his head felt like he had been hit by a
train. As Brian slowly came awake, realization about the previous
happenings dawned on him. But before he could sink into feelings of
shame about his own stupidy, he felt two strong and warm arms
tightening possessively around his middle. 'Shit. Dom. Now he
definitely thinks I'm pathetic.' Feeling panic rise inside, Brian
tried to struggle out of the embrace, until the exact situation he
was in dawned on him. 'Why does he hold me?'

Turning around Brian was confronted with two chocolate-brown eyes
and a dazzling smile.

“Morning.”

Brian felt really confused. He just couldn't make sense of what
was happening, because all of it seemed so surreal. So he blurted out
the first question, that shot through his hangover plagued brain.

“What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk about yesterday and what you told me.”

Brian still wasn't entirely sure what Dom wanted, but his
instincts had woken up enough to tell him, that if Dom lay in bed
with him and held him, he couldn't hate him all that much. So he
decided to stick to the truth, although that had brought him into the
current situation.

“Yeah, you are right. We need to talk. What I said to you
yesterday I meant it you know.”

Dom resumed stroking Brian's hair again. “I know. I'm not
good at all with these mushy feeling things...” , he trailed
of. “I was damn glad that the gun jammed. You almost gave me a
stroke Brian.”

“Sorry. It was just so...I don't know. Guess it was just
plain stupid. But it seemed like a good idea last evening.”

“What happened?”

“They kicked me out.” Brian looked down and to Dom he
seemed very young and scared at that moment. “Why aren't you
mad at me?”

“I was at first. But after some time I realized that you
didn't have to tell me. So I think I owe you some thanks.”

He bent forward and touched his lips to Brian's in a careful
chaste kiss. Startled Brian drew back.

“Dom?”

“Told you I'm no good with words. I will have to show you
how I feel.”

Dom devoured Brian's lips again and this time they met in a fierce
passionate kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance as their hands
began to explore hungrily. Breaking the sensual dance, Dom let his
tongue glide over Brian's jaw to his ear. Speaking in a purred
whisper he asked, “Do you have any idea how long I wanted
this?”.

“As long as I? Right from the beginning?”

Brian let his hands wander under Dom's shirt and up to his broad
shoulders, gripping them tightly and pulling their hips together. His
question was answered as his straining dick met an equally hard one,
tearing a low moan from Dom. He could feel the coherent part of his
brain shut down as their groins rubbed together in a sensual dance,
that was mirrored by their tongues.

Dom impatiently tore Brian's shirt off and pulled the blonde on
top of himself. Latching himself on one of Brian's nipples, Dom
rolled the swollen nub around with his tongue, while one of his hands
played with the other one. He groaned loudly as Brian's tongue traced
imaginary patterns on his scalp. They never once ceased rubbing their
aching cocks together, not even bothering to get out off their pants.

“Dom.” Brian gasped as Dom bit down on his nipple,
soothing the small hurt with his wet tongue. They desperately
increased the pace with which their bodies collided to reach the
climax they both had longed for the moment they met.

Teetering right on the edge, Brian captured Dom's mouth again. The
moment Dom snaked his hand under Brian's pants pressing their bodies
even closer, while simultaneously pinching his nipple Brian tumbled
over. As he heard Brian groaning his name and felt the wetness of
release seep through the front of his pants, Dom succumbed to a
mind-shattering orgasm, crying out Brian's name.

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They lay entwined on the bed relishing their afterglow.

“We should clean up before our pants stick to us.”

“I don't wanna get up.”, Brian said, attempting to
school his features into an adorable pout.

Although he was snorting with laughter Dom got up and went to the
bathroom. He returned with a wet wash cloth to find Brian lying on
the bed wearing nothing but a cheeky grin. Dom cleaned him up,
feathering light kisses over his abdomen. As Brian returned the
favour Dom felt his cock take an interest again, but at the moment he
was content with holding Brian in his arms.

“You know, Dom, usually it's done the other way 'round.”

“Huh?”

“Undress before sex, not after.”

Trying to silence the laughing Brian with a kiss proved to be
ineffective, so Dom slapped his lover's arm.

“Nice to know, you're in a good mood. I'll have to leave
soon, Bri.”

“Garage?”

“Yeah, have to work. You come over if you want to. I
finished the Supra. We could go on a drive later.”

Brian's mood changed immediately.

“I don't think it's a good idea. The team...”

“Will have to live with it.”

“You wanna tell them about us?” Brian looked faintly
shocked.

“Not right now. No. Although Jesse and Leon never had a
problem with you being a cop.”

“How 'bout Vince?”

“Like always. He'll make a big scene, but he'll get over
it.”

“Mia?”

“She knows and before you ask, it's okay. She was the one
who sent me here.”

“Oh. And Letty? She's your girlfriend.”

“Not any more. It's your decision, but I want you back on my
team.”

“I don't want to break up your family.”

“You're part of my family now, dumb-ass. Between them and
you I'd always choose you. But it's your choice.”

“I'll think about it.”

TBC...
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