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Collision Course	By : roxyfic Category: 1 through F > Fast And The Furious, The > Male/Male Views: 20246 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Fast and the Furious, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Collision Course
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Title: Collision Course

Author: C.Roxane

roxyfic.tripod.com / roxyfic.livejournal.com
Written: 07/02, re-posted exclusively on AFF 10/07

Note: This story started out as two separate stories: 'Rio' and 'L.A.' The two stories seemed determined to set themselves on a 'Collision Course'. They will alternate, starting with 'Rio' then 'L.A.' then 'Rio', etc. Special thanks to Andraste 101 for the great beta work.

Disclaimer: Of course the characters of the The Fast and the Furious do not belong to me, but everything else does. Do not archive, forward, or re-post this story, or any part of this story, anywhere. If you should see this fic anywhere else but here on AFF, you will know that it has been stolen without my permission and against my express wishes. I ask that you drop the site owner a note telling them that what they are doing is wrong. There are a growing faction of nut cases that believe that once something is posted to the web, it is fair game. They think they can do anything they want with other people�s hard work. It is because of these idiots that I will never post anything new to the web. Thank you for letting me vent.

This story is complete in 19 parts. I will have it all uploaded this week. best wishes, ~rox

Collision Course 1: Rio

Dom shifted his body and moaned as he felt hands stroking his flanks. He spread his thighs, allowing his lover to slip between them. He moaned when hot lips touched his flesh -- licking, nipping, and sucking. He twisted and arched his back as he felt his cock swallowed down the tight throat. He reached down and grabbed at the head moving up and down over his hips. Dom twisted his fingers into the short, curly, golden hair and clenched at it. As the suction increased, Dom groaned deep in his own throat and, with a growl, he came.

He woke with a start.

His eyes flew open to stare upwards at the shadowed ceiling. Fearfully he explored with hands. Sure enough ... a fucking wet dream at his age. Shit. That wasn't all, as the details of his erotic dream became clear he squeezed his eyes shut in horror.

Letty shifted in her sleep next to him, trying to snuggle closer and he instinctively jerked away, not wanting her to touch him. He flipped the sheet back and arose, pausing a moment to stare sadly down at her where she lay on the bed, her straight, silky, black hair fanned out around her head.

She moved restlessly again and Dom turned away. He strode quickly to their bathroom to clean himself up before she awoke. He washed the cum off quickly, roughly, disgusted with himself and his uncontrollable dreams--erotic dreams that had been plaguing him for months and were becoming more frequent.

Naked, he walked silently from the bathroom and crossed the bedroom to the bed. Letty didn't move, apparently she had settled back to sleep. He turned away and moved carefully to the door. He pushed aside the sheer mosquito netting and walked out into the small garden of their hilltop cottage. He tossed himself down on the padded recliner and stared out over the rooftops toward the bay. He could just make out the water where the moonlight reflected off it.

The warm, humid, floral scented night air that permeated the foothills surrounding Rio de Janeiro was so thick that it was nearly overpowering. Dom lay on his lawn chair and tried to think, to reason his way out of his predicament, but didn't have much luck.

How did one come to terms with the fact that that they are being haunted by sexy dreams of person completely unsuitable? A person to whom --

"What the fuck's your problem, Dom?" Letty asked from the doorway.

He sighed -- typical Letty. She always did know how to throw a mean, unexpected first punch, just as he had taught her. She wasn't very big--her attitude was the most intimidating thing about her--so he had made sure long ago that she knew how to take full advantage of it.

Christ, he loved her. He did. He had loved her since she was sixteen. Hell, he had practically raised her. He had taught her everything, from how to re-chrome a classic bumper, to how to suck hard enough to pull that chrome right off again.

She was right. What the fuck was his problem?

Golden hair and soft blue eyes, said his sly inner voice.

She must have seen him cringe in the moonlight, because she came right at him swinging her verbal fists, pressing her advantage -- just as he had taught her. Go for the weak spot.

"You fucking around on me--again?" she demanded.

He closed his eyes in guilty remorse. There had only been that one time, but she had never forgotten it, never let him forget it either. As if he ever could. Bedding Tranh's sister had been the mistake that had set everything in motion--the broken business deal that had led to the hijackings--the hijackings that had led the police investigation--the investigation that had led to Bri--

"You are, aren't you?" she snarled as she stomped over to him. "You big, dumb fuck. That's why you never touch me anymore, isn't it?" She stood next to him, her small, dark form trembling with hurt and rage. "Who is she?" Letty demanded.

He looked up at her then. Looked into her scowling face, her eyes as dark as his own. He wished with all his heart that he could find the words to ease her pain, but anything he said would either be a lie, or would end up hurting her worse.

His face must have revealed his own inner turmoil, his own confusion, because a look of slow comprehension began to spread across her features.

"There's no other woman, is there, Dom?" she said softly. "I'd have noticed some skank sniffing around you ... and there hasn't been any lately." Her dark eyes glittered in the moonlight as they narrowed dangerously.

He held his breath as he watched the expressions change on her face as she put it all together. She knew him so well, sometimes better than he knew himself. It was only a matter of time before she figured out what was eating away at him. That it was --

"Brian," she hissed. "You're turning fag over him, aren't you?"

He jerked his head away as if she had physically slapped him and stared, once again, at the distant water.

"You bastard," she said in a husky voice and he ached knowing she was near tears. "You know, I've heard you mutter his name in your sleep, but I thought ... I thought it was because of Vince and Jesse and ... all that stuff." She gulped. "He's a fucking narc � a cop � a man!" she ended up screaming at him.

Dom turned back to her. She had her hands twisted in her hair, pulling it, as her face seemed to crack.

"Letty," he said gently as he rose. He reached for her, wanting to comfort her, but she pulled away.

"Don't touch me you ... you *asshole*," she cried as she turned to run back into the cottage.

"Letty," he said sadly.

The lights of their bedroom went on and he watched, resigned, as she scrambled around shoving clothes and toiletries haphazardly into her suitcase. He stood outside as the woman he had loved for years left him and he never made a move to stop her.

After she had gone, after her tires had screamed in protest as she had torn out of the driveway, he laid back down on his recliner. He stared at the water until the sun came up, hollow-eyed and haunted. He was afraid to go back to bed, afraid of what he might dream.

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