[Metal Tsubasa]: 95.Welcome to the Night.Scars and Sex

Those three days passed silently by. Not simply because Luke had locked himself up in his apartment, but because his friends didn't leave so much as a text on his cell phone. After the second day, Luke had given up on them, but constantly checked his phone to see if Amen had called or text him... but there was nothing. Durring those days, if he checked for something from Amen and found nothing, it was back to the turntables.
However, now he was next in line to spin and feeling almost as sick as the last time he had been up on stage. The crowd was wild, shaking the entire club with every pound of the base. The DJ playing at the moment had gotten the crowd rialed up to the breaking point and in a few minuets, it would be Luke's turn to keep that feeling going... even if he didn't feel it himself. Was Amen there? Would he see him?

Amen sat in the stall again, staring at the needle hanging out of his arm. He needed to pull himself together if he was going to make it through the night. God had never answered him that day at the church and not for the fallowing days. His shift was about to start once again and he had no will to do his job. What was the point of flirting if you hopped to go home with someone else. Maybe he talk one of the Girls into doing the waiting part. He needed to keep busier then what that was. Bar tending was the only way to go that night. Putting everything away in it’s place, in his bag and his bag in the celing were he usually kept it during work. He looked in the mirror. Fixing his make up he cursed himself for not wearing the waterproof stuff. Hearing the crowd he figured out why the cover charge was so high to night, one almost-famous-DJ after the next. Unfortunately Luke was one of them and he was next. Great I get to stair at Luke for the next two hours and think of him spinning with those hands… He stoped his thoughts right there. His pants were supposed to be tight but he didn’t want them getting any tighter. Walking put into the crowd he made his wasy to the bar and up to Becka To ask him his favor. Brightly she agreed. So started the night from hell.

There was no one to announce a 'Luke Manichart', but as soon as he came out on stage to take the tabels everyone knew who it was. There was a loud roar through out the crowd. People jumped up and down and Luke knew right then that this would be a better... and his eyes caught sight of the one person his mind had been hooked on since that last kiss. Nonetheless, Luke dropped his eyes to the tables as he took the headphones from the DJ just before him. He took in the music, trying his best not to look out at that one person.
His first track came in a little rough, but he fixed it quick enough that no one should have noticed it. He went on, one record after the other, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the tables before him. He ignored the crowd chanting his name, everything was silent around him in his mind... except for that one figure that his mind and heart and lips just seemed to search for even if his eyes wouldn't follow. I'm so sorry Amen... the DJ thought, hoping somehow his thoughts would reach the thin figure in the back.

It was hard to keep up with the endless drink orders. Amen had a hard time concentrating in general. He had caught the slip in the beginning. And he knew something was wrong, again. He didn’t really know what but he knew it wasn’t drugs again. Luke wasn’t swaying uncontrollably this time, but all he looked at was his records, The crowd was pumped and it was like to was trying to avoid them or something. Maybe it was a someone… “Hay you gonna get me my drink fag or what?” Came the gruff drunken voice from in front of him.
“Yeah, sorry” Amen Put the beer down and took the mans money. That was when it hit him, the music, It sounded happy on the forefront, but deep in the lyrics chosen and How they were played. Things had a sad undertone to them. He felt the sorrow, Probable only because he knew what was going on in the DJ’s head while every one else was to busy with things of their own.

Time passed so slowly in Luke's head. Those two hours slid by like six hours, but as soon as he was done, even with the crowd calling for more, Luke shot off the stage into the back. He found the stairs that lead out into the crowd. He didn't even try to sneak by the people as he usaly did after his set, which wasn't the best idea when the entire crowd spotted him in two seconds and every single one of them felt the need to grab at him. It didn't matter, he was to preoccupied with getting to Amen. Things weren't about to go one like this. This was going to drive him out of his mind. People grabbed at his arms and screamed out his name, but those ocean blue eyes stayed fixed on Amen.

Amen was so rapped up ins thoughts and then trying to get everyone their drinks in a timely manner that he barley notice that the DJ’s changed. What he did notice was the instant shouting of the crowd as they all rushed to one spot to his right. Seeing Luke in the middle He tapped one of the other Bartenders on the shoulder and signaled he was taking a break. Turning towards Luke he pointed toward the Back door which lead to the back alleyway. He then made his way to the side door. The night was chilly as he walked to the back. Amen almost regretted having left his jacket with his bag in the bathroom ceiling. He just hoped Luke would get there soon and want to keep him warm.

Even with all those people at him, Luke was out im the alley rather quickly. He was happy to be out in the cool air after all the heat and pressure of being in the spotlight. It was dark there, but Luke could see the dark shape of Amen trying to keep himself warm only a few feet away. "Amen?" he said quietly, though the sound echoed off the walls of the alley.
Luke walked up next to the taller man and finally turned his eyes away. "I..." his words trailed off, "I just wanted to say sorry about the other day."
Inside his head he was smacking himself. He constantly apologized for everything. Just say it damn idiot Luke thought as he finally turned back to look up at Amen. "This is complicated," he finally stated plainly. "I don't date people, I don't flirt with people. I haven't in forver." The words were just spilling out, but nothing was right.
Luke just stopped talking then and did his best to wrap his more bulit body around the taller man. It looked rather akward, but it was the only thing that Luke thought to do. "I missed you though."

Wrapping his Arms around Luke to hold him closer to him, Amen leaned his head against the wall behind him. Closing his eyes he thought Oh God. Is this your plan for me? Or is this another crewel joke. You must be a woman.How was he going to do this. Amen dropped his head down on the others shoulder. “Let me get this right, You fear intimacy and I fear rejection. Do you also fear love? I’m willing to give you that… all that I have.” He whispered in Luke’s ear. “I can’t be there all the time but I’ll be with you when you need me.”
Amen’s hands started to wander around Luke’s back and him lips kissed the DJ’s neck. What was he doing? Luke had bluntly told him he didn’t want this. Amen’s always obeyed his mind so what was the deal now. Clenching his hands and tucking his head to his own shoulder He pulled him self away with out going anywhere. “Heh, it’s my turn to be sorry now.” He half smiled but it was a forced one that quickly faded. “I have to get back soon.” He said with full seriousness.

Did he fear love? Luke had to think about that. He'd never really known love, because that clearly hadn't been love, Luke knew that, he knew the difference. Even so, he was sure if he felt it for someone, he would be scared, because it was something he didn't know. People didn't talk to Luke the way Amen did, no one was ever so honest... or at least Luke wanted it to be honesty. He felt safe and secure in Amen's arms, and he hoped that Amen would feel the same in his. He could feel Amen's hands running gently over his back and those sweet lips brushing gently against his neck, it all made Luke's body tingle, then suddenly the taller man stopped and Luke had to step back in reaction.
When Amen apologized Luke looked puzzled, and didn't respond, but he didn't want Amen to go back into that noisy club. Going back in meant dealing with all those people and Luke wouldn't be able to be close to Amen. If he showed any emotions towards anyone, male or female, his fan club would be very dissapointed, which could have had something to do with why he hadn't been with anyone. Haging around Amen too long could cause problems, mostly for Amen, whou would be on the top of the fan clubs shit list.
Luke grabbed Amen's wrist tightly, his head tilted down, showing again how embaressed he was. "stay just a little longer" he muttered quietly. "I want to talk to you, I haven't talk to you in three days. Just a little longer."
Nonetheless, Luke didn't wait for a responce. His eyes turned upward again and he pulled Amen down to his level for another kiss. He had the taller man's collar tighty in one fist and then his wrist in the other and it didn't appeare that he would let go anytime soon. He held firmly, nothing giving even if Amen tried to force him away. When he finally removed his lips, Luke looked sternly up into Amem's eyes, saying "You said you'd be here when I need you, right?" he questioned, his voice sounding a little stronger than his usual apologetic tone. "Well I need you right here, right now."

Amen, not expaecting the kiss froze then relaxed, Leaning into the kiss more he tried to deepen it but Luke pulled away to quick. He shouldn’t be doing this not here not now. He looked at his watch. 12:00. “I have an hour before I’m off. Look I’m really sorry but this is one time I can’t be with you. There are things you don’t know about me, and for those reasons, we can’t do what we just did. You have no idea what Bruce would do if he found out two of his best money makers were fraternizing behind his club.” Amen looked around, he was getting nervus now. He had been gone to long. Looking into hurt blue eyes he was sad. “Luke, Meet me back here in one hour. I promise I’ll be here. Go back in and hang out with your fan club till then.” With that Amen touched Luke's sholder gently and kissed him on the cheak. “I promise.” He said as he ran back in to the club. Someone was on the roof and he knew it. He could hear them and he got the sinking feeling it wasn’t going to end right.
The hour sliped by slowly. As soon as the time said 1 he ran out from behind the bar and into the bathroom to get his stuff. Making shure everything was still where he had put it he made a mad dash for the exit.

That hour was long to Luke. He didn't even pay attention to the the girls squeeling around him ro any of the comments from other DJ's. His eyes were fixed on the bright blonde head that bobbed around the bar. It wasn't simply because he wanted to hold Amen again, but wuth everything the taller man had said, Luke was curious to know more about Amen. Luke had his own past probelms that he still delt with, but they didn't seem anything in comparison to what Amen was mentioning. He looked scared, or anxious, waiting for something to drop in and steal him away.
Was this more than Luke could handle? He'd been in his fair share of fights, and had plenty of scars to show for them, but he didn't know what he would be getting himself into with Amen. Nonetheless, Luke was outside at 12:54, waiting to meet up with Amen. As soon as Amen was outside Luke was right there, wanting nothing more that to steal his new 'best friend' away.

Amen was late, Only by a couple of minuets but he was still late. Rounding the corner he looked up. No one was on the roof this time but he didn’t want to risk it. Not stopping for anything he walked right past Luke, slowing only just enough to grab the mans wrist. They were about 2 blocks away before Amen finally even thought about slowing down. “Sorry about that.” He said smiling. Letting go he put his hands in his pockets. “I hope you don’t mind I thought I might take you to my place tonight.”

Luke was completly confused by his taller friend. Everything was so secretive. All the way Luke had remaind completly silent, but now he was bursting at the seams with questions. He looked at Amen then looked back in the direction they had come and then back at Amen in total confusion. "I don't mind," Luke said, his voice sounding stern, but confused, "but what the hell is going on here? This doesn't make any sence." Luke's arms were tensing with stress and he looked at Amen hoping to get some sort of answer. He didn't like secrets, they caused lots of problems and Luke was one that didn't need any of those. "Please," he proded again, "please tell me why you're being like this?"

Amen stopped smiling. How was he going to explain this. “I don’t really get paid for my work in the club… Bruce doesn’t really pay me. I live off my “Tips”. Bruce gets half of what I make and in turn he gets me more work…” Amen stopped he didn’t want to come right out and say he was a whore but at the same time he knew that Luke needed to know. He also didn’t want to tell him about the drugs knowing that he would find out later. But one crises at a time was all Amen could handle right now.
Amen herded Luke across the street and into an old looking building. Once inside the building still looked run down. Amen called the elevator and pointed toward the top floor. “Long way up.” Once the elevator was there they climbed in and road it to the top. “Sorry about the mess I haven’t been home to clean in a couple of weeks.” Opening the elevator then the big steel warehouse type door he showed Luke in. The walls were all white and bare. A few book shelves lined the walls and were scattered with sketch books and a few novels. There was no TV in the “living room” And only a punching bag and yoga mat in one corner. The kitchen was bare and only had the minimum. The bedroom was in a loft type area, and clothes scattered the floor in a semi line to the stares that led up to the top floor. “It’s not much but its home.”

If this was dirty Luke’s apartment was a pig sty when it was clean. This was huge in comparison to the DJ’s shabby excuse for a dwelling and right away Luke forgot about his questing. He was like that, easily distracted. “This is fucking huge!” Luke exclaimed as he looked around in a dizzy spin. “You have to make a lot of money to afford a place like this!” But the spinning had made Luke slightly sick and he flopped slightly onto Amen’s shoulder for support. “What do you do with such a big place?” he questioned lightly. “It seems so cold and lonely. I may have had shit-for-friends, but even without them there, it feels cozy, like a home should.” Luke paused and shuddered slightly. “It feels like a morgue in here.” But Luke righted himself and continued to look around. “So am I staying here for the night?” he questioned without looking back at Amen, his hands clasped lightly behind his back. “You need something to get this place warmed up.” He finally looked back over his shoulder with a light smile, his normal attitude showing through slightly, though not enough to be prominent.

Amen grinned like a cat. “Only if you want.” He put his stuff down and turned on his stereo across the room. The CD randomly turned the track to Temperature by Sean Paul. Thankful he had one of his fast beat mixes in he walked behind Luke, breaking the man’s hands apart and to the side, he put his hands on Luke’s hips. “Wanna’ dance?” He asked, whispering in his ear before lightly biting it. He started to sway his hips to the music, purposefully rubbing against Luke. The man had felt like he enjoyed himself back in the ally and Amen hoped to god he would stay in that mood.
Amen moved his mouth from Luke’s ear down his jaw to his neck, his shoulder and back up again. “Remember what I said about giving you my love? You have it. I’ve fallen for you, hard. Not Bruce, God, or anyone can take that away.” Not wanting Luke to pull away he started moving his hands to Luke’s stomach and lightly started to pull up on the man’s shirt.

Right away Luke felt the need to move along to the beat, it was out of habit, but upon feeling Amen agianst him and those sweet, gentle lips brushing against his ear, neck and shoulder Luke suddenly realized that his pants were getting tight. He could feel those soft, delicate hands moving over his body and almost instantly his back began to arch; he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning out loud. His body was rushing with adraline and everything inside and out was shaking... until he felt those fingers brush over the bottom of his scar.
"You should just die!" ran through his head again and flashes of his past began to run through his head. The adrenaline began to subside, giving way to fear and selfconciousness. Even so, he remembered what Amen has said only moments before.
"I've fallen for you..." and right away his body was back in the mood, more so than before and Luke grabed Amen's hands tightly, pushing those fingers farther and farther up his chest.
"Amen..." he muttered quietly, leaning his head gently over his own shoulder, his voice sounding almost like a low moan, "Amen... I want you... I have to have you." With that he pulled tightly on Amen's arms as he turned around. He firmly pulled the taller man down to his level and forced his tounge deep into Amen's mouth. His hands wandered to Amen's shirt, slowly lifting up the back to run his more worked hands over that delicate skin.

Amen Smiled as he herd his name being whispered then felt his hands being pushed further up the man chest. He moaned when the man confessed his desires. He moan even loader when he was pulled down for a forceful kiss. Confused at first, he let Luke take over but getting back into the swing of things he met the probing appendage with just as much force, Sucking and kneading it with his own. Feeling hands on his lower back he broke the kiss just long enough to get the offending garments off, before his mouth connected again. Pushing slightly he led Luke to the stairs leading to the “bedroom” and up. Hitting the light switch at the top the only light was coming in the windows from the street lights below. Breaking the kiss one more time he dug in his top dresser drawer for the lube and condom that he knew was in there. “The gay man’s survival kit.” He said befor forcing Luke down on the bed.

At first, Luke didn't know what he was doing. He hadn't been so open, not only emotionaly, but mentaly, for several years and with his long and mangled scar showing for the world to see he felt like covering up, but again his mind was taken off of his past with Amen forcing him onto the bed. Normaly, around people that he knew, Luke was a aggrasive person and he tried to set that aside around Amen as much as possible because he was naturaly shy around people he didn't know too well. However, with everything happening as it was, Luke couldn't contain his aggresive nature. Withe everything in it's 'proper place' Luke pulled Amen underneath him, his hands grasping tightly at anything they could take in. His tattooed shoulder twitched as his muscles tightened, pushing himself deep into Amen's body to the point where it almost hurt. Every scar, every show of work on his body glowed with sweat as he forced his mouth against Amen's again and again. It was as if he had completly lost control of his body, to the point where if Amen wanted him to stop Luke wouldn't even be able to comprehend it. Amen was his doll, and when he sat up he pulled Amen's back in against his chest, holding the taller man's arms crossed tightly over his chest as if to keep him pinned against the DJ's body. His breath was heavy on Amen's neck as he muttered the man's name over and over again between forcefull kisses on his neck. "Amen..." he would say so quietly, his voice rumbling like a rock in a land slide, "Amen... I feel like I'm praying." He paused, nibbling gently on the man's ear. "Should I get down on my knees?"

I didn’t take long for Amen to coax Luke out of the rest of his clothes and for him to do the same. Realizing the music was still on he through his shoe over the railing and knocking the boom box out of commission. It was then that he realized Luke played the dominate one. Letting things flow naturally he cried out as he was forced open, and Luke shoved in. The pain subsided a little as the other man started to move, hitting all the right spots. “Ah, ah, Luke I want more.” It was then that Luke Sat them both up forcing him self deeper. Amen moaned louder, “A little late for that I think.” Being as he was he couldn’t move and he needed to. Arching his back he moved his hips just enough to get things moving and hitting again. Leaning his head back he met Luks seaking lips and forced his tongue inside one again. Clenching his hands he pulled his mouth away. “Luke! I’m gonna cum!”

As he heard Amen cry out, Luke could feel his body doing the same. He forced himself in deeper and deeper for those last short and forceful bursts before everything exploded. It was as if everything before had happened in a split second and time had slowed to it's natural pace. Luke took no notice of the fact that he was still revealing his scar, it just didn't matter anymore. His whole body was drenched in persperation as he panted in exhaustion. The sweat roalled over the elegant Asian styled tattoo on his shoulder and dripped from his chin onto the eye branded into his sternum; there was no evil to be forced away right then, so the eye could be blinded with utter bliss. Luke kissed at Amen's neck again and again, bitting gently and efforetlessly, but when he looked up his vision swam and he felt a little sick. Were the drugs still at his system? The DJ shook himself slightly just before pulling Amen into his toned arms to hold him there, to feel his damp skin against his own.
"Let me stay here..." the DJ muttered weakly, his whole body starting to shake as the adrenaline wore off. "Let me stay right here... holding you. The world can fall to fucking hell for all I care, so long as I'm right here with you."
But there wasn't much more out of Luke's mouth. He was absolutly exhausted and his body convulsed as the adrenaline completly faded away. "Amen..." he muttered just before he colapsed onto the taller man's back, completly asleep, to the point of being unconcious. Nonetheless, his mind continued the statement. I love you...

Amen’s mind was in a complete fog, as he clasped to the bed. He could feel Luke’s body shaking and swaying as he spoke. His name was the only real thing he caught. Feeling the sudden wait on his back he rolled both of them over. Taking off Luke’s condom and throwing it away he covered them up and cuddled up next to his lover and fell asleep, with an “I love you too.”

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Amen woke late the next morning. Luke was still asleep next to him. Looking at the clock on his dresser it blinked 9:30 at him. Groaning he sat up. He didn’t know if it was from the activities of the night before or the fact that his body had stayed still for longer then 4 hours. Getting up he stumbled down the stairs Grabbed his bag and headed into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror He brushed his hair way from his neck. A bright purple mark stared back at him. “Fuck.” He looked closer at it, then noticed all the smaller ones around it. “Double Fuck.” He would deal with them later before he went out for the day, But he had other business to attend to first, Instead of the coffee that normal people drank this early in the morning he’s body craved only one thing. Carefully measuring out the right amount of his drug, he made his vain pop before feeding it. As the bliss ran through his body he could think of nothing else. With the Haze fading to a dim fog once again he put his supplies away. Making his way to his dresser he opened his top drawer butting out a pair of boxers, then the seconded drawer and grabbing a long sleeved shirt and a pair of pants. Not remembering Luke was still asleep He slammed the drawer closed. Only when he herd a moan did he wince. “Luke Are you awake?” When no answer was heard he tried again. This time Luke just rolled over. Amen just shrugged; at least he now knew that he could workout and not have to worry.
Getting dressed he headed back down to his “gym” in the corner, and started with stretching. Fixing his poor boom box again he turned it on. The beat worked over him as he started punching the bag to the music.

When the clock read 10:05 Luke slowly rolled over, his eyes fluttering open. As his vision slowly came into focus he realized that he had fallen asleep with his contacts in and now his eyes burned. He would have gone to find his bag, which certainly carried a pair of glasses, but he then heard the pounding beat and the clatering of a chain against more metal. Amen...? he thought, since he voice was to groggy for him to actually make out any words.
His whole body stung and his arms were sore from tensing so much the night before, but still he pulled himself up out of the bed to look down at the delicate frame that was now going at the punching bag. He scratched at his mess of brown hair and squinted to try and make Amen a clear figure as he called down, "Mornin'," as best he could in his groggy morning voice.
It didn't even occur to Luke that he was still naked and for once in his life since the scar had formed, Luke didn't even realize that it was there. He clasped at the railing as he walked down to Amen, slowly plodding along with his sore muscles. "How long have you been up?"

Amen Smiled At the mess that was the man he loved, but never stopped. “Morning Glory.” Double Right, “9,” Left hook, “30” Right Hook, grunt. “Don’t get to close.” Spinning he kicked it so hard that the floor creaked form the pressure of the bottom chain pulling on it. “Still have 20 more minuets.” He said bobbing around the bag waiting for the next song to come on. It was “Temperature” of all things, and memories came flooding back. Getting into the beat he glanced at Luke. “You might want to get some pants on. I don’t know if the old bat across the alley is awake yet.” A scream and then the words “YOU PERVERT!” could be heard through the window. Amen just smiled and waved before going back to the bag. Turning back he finally noticed the scar that ran all the way down Luke’s torso.


Now Luke felt rather ashamed and rushed upstairs to get dressed, stumbling slightly due to his not being able to see. He threw things out of his bag and grabbed what clothes he had in there, along with his glasses. He hurriedly put his clothes on, trashing his contacts, being that he had plenty more at home and put on his black rimmed glasses that added to the jeans, tee-shirt, which bore an old add for a early 40's Ford Coupe, fat fenders and all, and a pair of sneakers that he wore absolutley everywhere. With that he came back down the stairs, or half way, before he realized what had just been showing... in broad daylight. Maybe he didn't notice.... Luke prayed as he continued his stride down the stairs.
He looked pleasantly at Amen and couldn't help but stop the work out some twenty minuets early. He wrapped his arms around Amen's waist and pulled the taller man into his arms to nuzzle his face into that rather bony back. "You can work out later," he said pleasantly, though his 'mark' was now prominent in his mind.

Leaning back into the man’s arms he sighed. Swaying his hips to the same song as the night before, he kept his body moving, even though Luke kept him from working out. His adrenalin was still pumping and he didn’t want it to stop anytime soon. Grabbing Luke’s hips he made him move with him. “If you won’t let me work out then come take a shower with me. Don’t worry about your scar. I saw it earlier. It means you survived. Lived to see another day and you came to me.” He leaned back to place a light kiss to the side of his loves head. Starting to sing with the song he started to grind harder. “I wanna be keeping you worm. I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm. I got the right tactics to turn you on.”

He had been enjoying the foreplay so much... until Amen mentioned the scar. Even with his lover being so easy going about it, it made Luke hurt to think that he was surviving. Was that it? He had been alone for so long because of that scar, his friends had abandoned him, he had no real family to speak of and he was still making barely enough to feed him and his cat. Was that surviving? With a sigh Luke stopped moving as Amen had directed him and he let got of his lover to step towards the window, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "You should just die..." he said quietly to himself as he leaned against the window. "What am I doing now? Am I really living at all?" He went completly quiet just starring out the window. Any mood that Amen had begun to put into motion was washed out with those four words and Luke felt as though he were about to cry. He had been going through his life since then as if nothing mattered. He delt with things as they came, but in this year, even before meeting Amen, Luke had fallen into this need to worry. Was everything going to be the same? Would his inner scars ever really heal? His life was like how he was right now: looking through a window, not being a real part of anything... and it was all his fault. Luke's fists clenched, causing the knuckled to turn white. Am I even living now... or am I still just following your demands even now...?

Amen became confused at the sudden loss of heat at his back. Turning, he saw Luke at the window. “Luke?” Then he heard him whisper something, but all he could make out was the word 'die'. Pulling his cross out he began to rub the words that were roughly scratched into the back. Turning off the music Amen leaned his chin against Luke’s shoulder. “Luke. I love you, you know that right?” Running his hand down Luke’s arm to his hand he tried to make it grasp his. “I won’t heart you I promise.” kissing Luke’s neck he took of the cross and hung it over the other’s shoulder. “I’ve never let anyone see this.” He said. “You’re the first. But I think that’s because I think your special. That we can help each other. I have my wounds to, but mine are from my present but still caused by my past. My beliefs is all I have to hang on to. But I want something more I want to get love in return. Can you help me or do I have to try another door?”

Everything suddenly felt better with Amen there. When he touched him, when he felt that warmth his fears slowly began to melt away, but the tears couldn't be contained anymore. Luke tried his hardest to choke them back, but suddenly they just spilled out over his face and he had to turn to Amen and hold him. He didn't want to remember the past, he wanted Amen to be the only thing he thought about, but those four words just wouldn't let him free. "You should just die," Luke sobbed into Amen's chest, "that's what he said. He wanted me to die and I just feel like I have." Luke's fists clenched Amen's shirt tightly, pulling him closer and closer. "I feel like I have nothing... that I am nothing." His sobbs were quieted before he said anything else, but when he did his eyes looked up into Amens, the tears making them a deeper blue. "I love you too Amen," he said, though his voice was jolted from his tears. "I don't want to remember that... Please, don't let me remember."

For the first time in it’s short life, Amen’s cross hit the floor. Hugging the shorter man closer to him, he could feel his heart breaking. Luke had quite the past about him. Amen’s was that he was just ignored. The phrase resounded in his mind. “You should just die,” How could someone be so cruel? He had had his fair share of assholes, but he didn’t think any of them wanted him dead. All he could think to say was to repeat himself. “I promise I won’t hurt you.” He kept repeating it over and over again. Hearing the sound of the old woman in the next building again he just flipped her off and side stepped them into the corner. Lifting up Luke’s face to his own he removed the man’s glasses to wipe one side of Luke's face with his hand and the other with his lips. Giving gentle kisses over Luke’s face he reached his lips. Still with comforting hands he started to pull up on Luke’s shirt. All the time repeating his promise.

"I promise I wont hurt you." Luke continued to hear that and it made him feel a little better, before he broke down and began to cry again. Luke closed his eyes as he felt Amen's lips gently brush against his face and lips, still hearing the promise of not hurting him. Luke's body twitched violently when Amen's hands began to go over his scar again, and he almost pulled back, but he just told himself what Amen continued to repeat. He's not like that... he thought as his shirt continued to rise and the brutal scar show promenently on his torso. He wont hurt me... But his thoughts were going to the wayside again and all he could think of was that gentle touch and Amen pulling ever so gently on his shirt.
Luke now realized that his mood hadn't really been washed away, for everything was coming back stronger than it had before. His body was calling out for contact with Amen's as was apparent from Luke pushing himself up against the taller man's body as he clung to his shirt. "Make me forget..." me said gently. "Amen... make me forget it all..." With that his shirt was tossed aside, with an odd mental comment that reminded him that it was his favorite shirt.
He grabbed his glasses from Amen and threw them out of the way, though he was pretty sure he had broken them in the process. His body wanted to be with Amen's, but this time around he just couldn't bring himself to be forceful, his tears were just consuming him.

Amen, wanting to draw this out as much as possible, pushed Luke against the wall away from his body but still kept them close. Loving purple eyes stared into sad, lustful blue puddles. “I want to make you feel like the prince you are. Just be patient, you’ll get me soon enough.” With that said he stepped closer, pinning Luke against the wall, but still not touching their hips together. Kissing him on the neck he wanted to make sure that Luke was as hard as he could get before gathering him to himself and moving them to the top of the stairs where they couldn’t be seen but still be close to the bed.
Removing Luke’s pants he continued to only touch and knead the flesh of Luke’s abdomen, hips and butt. Feeling Luke getting frustrated he then also moved to include the inside of his thighs.

His back arched in responce to Amen pushing him against the wall and he couldn't contain the loud moan that came as a responce. Amen wouldn't come to meet his body and the frustration all came out in aggrivated moans and half sobs. It became ever worse when Amen's lips were on his neck. That was an amazingly sensitive part of his body and his just got harder and harder as Amen continued to play with him.
Luke's body was on fire and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming. "God!" he exclaimed, with Amen's fingers going over his body and missing the one part of his body that he was longing to have touched. "God! Amen! Oh Amen, please!" He pushed himself at Amen, though his lover wouldn't push back. But his body couldn't wait for Amen's before he exploded. Still, Luke wanted Amen against him, he grabbed at the taller man, unable to form any words.

Amen just smiled as Luke clung to him. Finally touching their bodies together he shifted them to the bed. Laying Luke down first he stood back up and slowly undressed himself. Remembering about Luke needing his glasses he didn’t worry to much about his track marks. Besides the one from that morning was already starting to fade into only another bump. Getting out another condom and finding the lube from the night before he set them aside in easy reach and covered Luke’s body with his own. “You’re beautiful,” was all he said kissing him. Grabbing both Luke’s hands Amen kissed the palms before laying them next to his head and making them grab on to the pillow. Starting on his neck and moving his way down by way of Luke’s collar bone and the “all seeing eye”. Getting to the top of the scar he paid special attention to it. “Luke this is who you are.” He kissed farther down. “It’s part of your past, but that’s all it is.” Licking even farther down. “Don’t make it rule your life.” He sucked at the last of the scar. Spreading Luke’s legs a little so he could lay between them. Taking Luke’s penius in his hand he just licked the tip before gently sucking. Getting a reaction he sucked harder and pulled more into his mouth.

He loved having Amen's warm body against his own and he missed it when Amen discarded his own clothes, but it was a welcome feeling when Amen was back on top of him. Something about the way the other man said he was beautiful, it just sent chills down his back, causing him to arch upward against Amen and even more so when his hands were forced to hold to he pillow, he couldn't help but moan between the tears that were still streaming down his face.
Luke didn't like that Amen felt the need to focus on his mangled scar, but his body was twisting inside with the pleasure of Amen's lips against it. He didn't want it to rule his life, but people asked questions... Amen had been the only one that didn't. Thinking about it, Luke realized that Amen never even asked about what had happened or who had done it, nothing... then he felt Amen's lips wandering farther and farther down, and he grabbed at the pillow forcefuly as his body rose upward in the exstacy of it all. He couldn't help but scream out as Amen's mouth hugged his penius. His whole body was screaming out and he he just couldn't contain it. He still found himself crying, but now it was more from pleasure than pain, though that one figure still stood waiting in his minds eye.
"Amen!" Luke cried out, to the point where it was almost a moan. "Amen!" There was something more he wanted to say, he knew it, but nothig but the taller man's name came out from those pale lips while the trembled as the rest of his body was. He wanted to hold to Amen, to cling to him and know that everything was alright, but his grip tightened on the pillow instead. His muscles cunvulsed as he forced his back up as high as he could. The muscles in his arms were sore, and they were twitching sparadicly from the strain, but he had nothing in him to fight, he just wanted Amen, his body wanted Amen.

The taller man just looked at the arched back and knew that Luke couldn’t take much more. Never letting his mouth move he reached up and grabbed the lube. Coating his fingers he placed one at Luke’s opening. Amen gently rubbed until it relaxed and pushed it in, deep throating Luke at the same time. Sucking hard he knew he had to finish him off before going on. Bobbing a little he pushed two fingers in and hit Luke’s prostate. His throat already starting to swallow. He was ready for Luke, he just hopped that he wouldn’t choke.
It didn’t take long after the second finger. And with all the pratice Amen had he didn’t have any problem with Luke’s large amount of cum. Still he wiped the side of his mouth with his free hand as he leaned up and kissed Luke forcefully, inserting a third finger. Amen couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh god, I need you,” Amen whispered in Luke’s ear as he made sure he was stretched as much as he could. Removing his fingers he put the condom on and coated it thoroughly with lubricant. Placing the head at Luke’s hole he said “I’m sorry this is going to hurt.” Kissing Luke hard again he pushed slowly inside. He thrust gently until he was fully seated. “Does it hurt to bad?” He asked tenderly, rubbing the other mans sides and shoulders. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”

Luke's whole body was screaming and all he could do was cry out with the pleasure of it all. He gripped at anything his hands could take in, to the point where his hands began to hurt from tensing so much. And after filling Amen's mouth with cum, Luke's body would have dropped to the bed, had it not been for Amen's fingers digging deep inside him and those sweet, sweet lips pressing hard against his own. His muscles were tired from all the force, as was clear from his entire body shaking, but still he was forced on and still his body wouldn't give up. Again his mind was lost to instinct and he clung tightly to Amen as he heard, "...I need you," brushing gently against his ear.
It did hurt, as Luke knew it would, and his fingers dug into Amen from the pain. He pulled the man to him, whether Amen wanted to be or not. He screamed out and his head pushed back against the pillow tp the point where he felt he was hitting matress instead of anything on the bed itself.
There wasn't much that Luke could find to say in responce to Amen's questioning, his mind was fixed on that thick apendage that was digging deep into his body. Nonetheless, between sobs and moans and screams, Luke slowly formed words, though shaky.
"Just... t-take me...!"

Amen felt Luke tence and never stop. “Relax. It’ll feel better.” He brushed Luke’s hair back and just nuzzled him. “Relax.” With Luke still clinging to him he sat them up. Forcing himself deeper, with Luke’s weight. Rubbing his back Amen just kept whispering in his ear. He hated this part, he never felt he was doing it right. He was there for other people’s pleasure not his own. And seeing Luke crying and sobbing didn’t help. “Luke, when your ready. I’m not moving till your ready. You don’t have to say anything, just move your hips.” Amen swore that if Luke didn’t move soon he would pull out. He couldn’t take the fact that Luke was in that much pain and if Luke didn’t like it Amen could always change positions or go jack off. Hugging the man to him he tried to sooth him more. “I’ll never let go. You’ll always have me. But Luke I need you to move.” Putting one hand on Luke’s hip he pushed it away a little then pulled it back trying to get them to move on their own.

At first Luke was hesitant. He dropped his head onto Amen's shoulder, hot tears still running down his face. His breath was hot and all he wanted was to cling to Amen at that point. However, when Amen pushed him back and pulled him in again for the first time Luke couldn't help but continue that motion. He gripped tighter on Amen's back as he rocked against the other mans body. His breath got heavier and all he wanted was to just hold to Amen, to feel that warmt on his body, something that he hadn't even recived from... well... from him.
He could feel his body wanting more so he pushed against Amen's body harder and faster than before and his moans grew louder and louder as he pulled Amen tightly against his body.
"Amen..." he whispered into the other mans ear before licking it. His lips parted to say more, but a low yell came out instead. His body was ready to give and he pulled himself tighter against Amen, burrying his head in the taller man's shoulder.

Amen was glad to see his plan worked. Luke was still crying but at least he was moaning and not really sobbing anymore. Wanting more friction, Amen started meeting Luke thrust for thrust. Luke’s hot tears really went unnoticed as Amen’s Body heated up and produced more sweat, making Luke’s body slide smoother across his own. When Luke licked his ear he moaned so deep in his throat that it was almost a growl. Turning up the pace, he knew he wouldn’t last long. Luke was tight and he never really relaxed so his muscles convulsed randomly, tightly squeezing Amen. Feeling the worm liquid and Luke clench tighter he couldn’t take it anymore, shouting He thrust deep. Hitting Luke’s prostate for the last time. Biting into Luke’s shoulder he came moaning loudly. Collapsing them both to the bed he let go with his mouth and held Luke tighter. “I’m not heavy am I?” He asked through recovering, panting breaths.

"No," Luke replied with a sweet smile, "not at all. Please... stay right here." The DJ hugged Amen to his own body, but more gentle in comparison to before. It was slightly hard for him to get his deeper breaths out, but it was worth it. Everything about right then was worth it. He loved Amen's body over him, with the sweat, the heat. He could have fallen asleep right then, but upon looking at the clock he realized that it wasn't the best idea. He couldn't exactly make out what the clock said, but with a little bit of strain on his squinting eyes he thought he could see a twelve, but he wasn't sure.
"Oh Amen," he groaned before kissing the other man gnetly on the ear, "I think it's past noon. We seriously need to get cleaned up."
Even so, Luke made no attempt to move Amen off of him. He still held the other man to him, nuzzeling his face into Amen's shoulder. He liked the way his lover smelled, it was something he'd never smelled before and that alone made him like it; far too many things reminded him of the past, but Amen wasn't one of them.

Moaning Amen finally pulled out of Luke and half rolled to the side. “Yeah I’m sure your pussy is starving right about now. Go take a shower, I’ll be there in a moment.” Amen had no idea what his next move would be. Not necessarily in the shower but how he was to keep this relationship going. Bruce had made that rule clear. No sex out side work, no love out side work. How was he going to do this without getting either of them killed. Amen rolled away from Luke and stared at the wall. Bruce was going to find out soon if it was Tricia on the roof. He just prayed to God that Luke wouldn’t be in any danger.
Rolling back over he saw that Luke was gone and got up. Throwing the used condom away he gathered both of their cloths and headed to the bathroom. Hearing the shower running he stepped in and was hit with steam. Setting down the clothes and a couple of towels he stepped in behind Luke. Grabbing him around the waist he leaned on his shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered in the shorter man’s ear.

Luke was completly exhausted now, and had simply slipped out of bed and fumbled into the bathroom. It was rather hard to get the shower going with no real way to see, nonetheless, he found it somehow and simply let the water run over his body for a moment. Then he heard the door open and looked back over his shoulder as Amen got in behind him. He felt those thin arms around his waist as the taller man wishered, "I love you." into his ear as he leaned on Luke's shoulder.
"I love you too," Luke replied quietly, kissing Amen gently on the cheek.
Even with Amen's skin brushing against the scar, Luke's conciousness of it had faded greatly. He had Amen to thank for that and it made life just a little easier.
With the water running over his shaggy brown hair, strands of it began to fall into his face and the hot water dripped gently on his pale lips. 
"Thanks Amen, for everything" he wispered with a smile. "But you'll have to help me here. " With that he paused and pointed to his right temple. "I can't see a damn thing."

Amen smiled and kissed where Luke had pointed. “I found your glasses. They can be fixed before we leave, the lens just popped out.” Leaning back a little he grabbed the soap and a washcloth. Lathering up He started with Luke’s shoulders and moved his way around his body. Using a soothing motion he also gently massaged Luke’s sore muscles.

This was how things were supposed to be. Luke didn't need to think back on his past, even though it still stood in the back of his mind, all that he needed right now was to simply let things go as they were going right now. Sure, things were happening fast and he didn't know if he was taking it the right way or not, nonetheless he wasn't about to be the one to change things.
With Amen's hands on him again Luke could have fallen asleep, nonetheless, he was out of the shower quickly and back home to feed poor Casca, who as very unhappy with not being fed. Everything was working out right... for now. Luke had no idea however, what type of trouble he would be getting himself into.