You Know What I Want...

As Logan was leaving the back rooms, he saw a hot, young stud had just passed by him. He was about 5' 9'', had dark brown hair, and had blood red sunglasses. Wearing a leather vest, tight white shirt that showed his muscles and tight ripped-knee jeans. His jaw dropped as he was staring at the young brunette walking away. He was thinking in his mind how he wanted to fuck him up. But his fun lasted a few moments when fucking Remy. He sipped at the bottle containing the remains of the young cajun.

The young brunette noticed Logan staring at him, so he turned to face him. He put a hand on his hip and did a sexual, stripper pose. "Hey, old man! I know what yer thinking. Youn want to fuck me up, don't cha?" He stood there giving Logan a sexual smirk.

"Hey, I guess you read minds, rite? Well, you guessed right. But I already fucked one of your buddies back there. So sorry not tonite, kid." Logan said as he turned to leave to the so-called sex toy land.

As Logan was walking away, the young brunette went straight to back rooms. Once he reached one of the doors to the back rooms, he smelt a scent the was really unusual. He tracked the scent to th room that was half open. He pushed the door to find his friend, Remy, lying down on the flat surface of the bed.

"Hey, Remy." the young brunette said as he entered the room. Remy sat up to see his "ex-boyfriend", Scott, standing at the edge of the bed with his arms crossed. Remy tried to come up with words to say to him but was blank because of all the exhaustion he has been through. He rubbed his head.

"Hi, homme. Sorry I didn't answer your calls last nite. Was too busy making money." Remy was trembling and wondering what was going to happen to him next.

"Don't worry, man. I'm not gonna hurt you...yet. So...How was he? Our new customer?" Scott said as he unlocked the locks of the metal briefcase. He opened to reveal all the money that Logan had given him after one nite's fucking. "Damn..." He said as he shaked his head and sighed heavily. "He gave you a lot of money. He must have liked you. That would explain the scent." He began counting the money.

Remy nodded has he crawled across the bed to Scott. "He was handsome, non? He was muscular and was rough too, cher." He came up behind Scott. He kneeled behind him. "Cher, why y' so tense huh?" He whispered into Scott's ear. Breathing heavily into the year-older man's ear. He massaged his ex, trying to get all the tense knots out of him.

Scott reacted with a sudden halt of counting the money. "You know I've been on the streets too trying to gather some money." He sighed as he leaned back into the massage. "Some have been rough on me, though." He groaned.

Remy continued to massage him. "Mon amour, je sais que cela a été dur. We just have to deal wit' it. Y' know?" He whispered into Scott's ear. He wrapped his arms around Scott's neck. He kissed his head for comfort.

Scott rubbed Remy's arms then let him go, as he stood up and walked to a corner and sat Down with his knees together. "Why do we have to live a life like this? Making money like we're soome kind of whores...well we are, of course. Shit..." He squeezed his head in frustration.
Remy got off the bed and walked towards the frustrated Scott. He sat next to him, taking Scott's arm and wrapping it around himself. He cuddled into Scott as he was being pulled closer into the touch.

"Mon amour, we had no oder choice. Dis was our only way of making money quick." He took Scott's other arm, beginning to caress it. Scott Stayed silent as Remy began to be more intimate. Scott kissed Remy's head. "I love you..." He whispered to him.

"I love you, too, mon chéri." Remy said as he pushed Scott to the floor with force. Making Scott his head hard on the floor.

"Shit!" Scott rubbed his the back of his head. "Fuck. Rems, what the hell are you doing?" He sat up but was pushed back down by the cajun.

Remy began un zipping the jeans of his ex-lover. Then was beginning to unbutton his boxers to reveal his rock hard erection. Remy leaned forward to whisper into Scott's ear. "I want you inside me, mon amour. The hot breath that lingered into Scott's ears made him ravagely push remy hard onto his hard erection. Remy screamed in pain.

Remy Wanted this to happen. He loved it when Scott did this to him. Fucking him so hard that it makes him scream in pleasure for more. "Oh, Dieu oui! Oh, baisez! Ah! Oui, s'il vous plaît, plus! Ah!" Remy was close to cumming onto his member but was stopped by a slap on his his ass.

Mean while, Logan put on his jacket and sat down on the leather couch. Waiting for his older brother's arrival, once again. He sipped at the beer bottle and sighed in relaxation. "Ah...that kid tasted good..." He lounged on the couch.

A sudden noise came from upstairs. A door closed. Victor walked down stairs, only wearing his pants. "So, bro. How was the motherfuckers, eh? " He chuckled as he threw his green shirt over his shoulder.

Logan looked up to glance at the stairs. "Well, that Remy boy, tasted good. And that hot brunette one." He shakes his head. "Damn...I wanted to fuck him but one fuck was good for one nite." Victor reached the bottom step and headed towards the couch with his brother.

Victor sat down next to Logan, crossing his arms as he watched as his little brother put his beer bottle on the small table near the couch. "I see that you got some of it in that beer bottle. I told you they taste good. I only have 4 motherfuckers. Those whores make me alot of money just after one fuck."

"Yeah, I can see that." Logan looks around the warehouse.

"So, do you want one?" Victor said as he put on his shirt.

"I dunno. How much y' charge for 1?" Logan crossed his arms.

"Oh no price at all little brother! We're family! You don't need to pay me a thing! But just make sure you give out my business cards." Victor said as he handed Logan a pocketful of them.

"Cool. Thanks. Anyway, how was the blonde? Was he any good?" Logan said as he took the cards and stuffed them into his jacket pocket.

"Psst!" Victor scoffed. "He was so fucking good, bro. So fucking tight. He told me he was a virgin. Then told me to fuck so hard to make him scream." He chuckled sinisterly.

"Mmm...ok. Hey you got any beers around this place? I need somthing to wash down the appetizing taste of the young cajun's cum/piss/blood." Logan said as he reached into his pocket a cigar and lighter.

"Yeah, I do. But why wash it down?" Victor said as he stood up to go to his stretched out bar that held every alcohol name you can think of. "Heineken?"

"Yeah!" Logan lit the cheap cigar and puffed it. Letting the smoke gather around Logan's face.

Victor grabbed a Heineken and a Budweizer and went back to the sex-toy land. "Still smoking those cheap cigars, huh Jimmy?" He said as he handed Logan his Heineken. He then sat down next to him. He flipped open the cap of his Budweizer and began gulping it.

"Shut the fuck up, Victor." He grabbed the Heineken from his brothter's hand, pop the cap open, and began gulping it down as he was smoking the cigar.

"So, what ya do in Vegas anyway?" Victor asked as he was tapping his foot on the hardwood floor.

"I did stuff there." Logan replied as he gulped the beer and puffed his cigar.

"Well, what did y' do? Gamble? Drink? See shows? What?" Victor asked intently as he gulped his beer.

"I gambled a bit. Only 17 dollars. Drank alot. Got into a bar fight with some drunk guy. Went to see some shows on the strip."

"Well what kind of shows, then?"

"One magic show. I think it was that Criss Angel BELIEVE. It was ok. Not my favorite one but it was ok. Um, I went to see Thunder From Down Under. Then I went off the Vegas Strip to find some young male prostitutes to fuck up. I fucked about 7-12 of 'em."

Victor nodded in turn. "Well that's a good record. I would usually fuck 12-28 in one week." He gulped the last of his beer and threw it into the recycling bin.

Logan scoffed. "You recycle?" He puffed his cigar and gulped his beer.

"Shut the hell up, Jimmy. Gotta be green at least." Victor stood as heard footsteps creaking on the stairs.

"Yeah,...rite" Logan gulped his beer and threw it into the recycling bin. He continued to smoke the cigar till it was close to the wrap around of the cigar.

"Victor, why did you leave?" Warren came down the stairs only wearing one of Victor's t-shirts which were really big on him.

"Hey, I didn't leave you." Victor said as he approached the young blonde. "Warren, I just needed to have a brotherly talk with my little brother, that's all." He wrapped his arms around the young blonde.

"Ok..." Warren smiled softly as he pulled himself up to kiss Victor right on the lips. Victor's lips were warm, soft, seducing...

Warren invaded Victor's mouth with his tongue as he was being pulled closer into the older man's arms. He tasted the breath of alcohol in Victor. He moaned into the kiss.

Victor gave a low grunt as he began touching Warren under the large t-shirt that was given to him. He touched the hard nipples that wanted to be sucked. Warren moaned in pleasure. "Victor, please..." The young blonde pulled Victor towards the stairs, but was stopped.

"Babe, just give me a couple of minutes with my brother, alrite? Victor said as he held Warren's back.

"Ok...don't be long" Warren poked Victor's chest and began to head towards the stairs. Victor grasped his ass as he was about to reach the first step. Victor gave a sinister smile, showing the sharp fangs of the seducing Sabertooth. He chuckled sinisterly.

"Victor!" Warren giggled and blushed as he was let go by the older man's grasp.

Victor wattched the young blonde run up the stairs in a flash. He chuckled, shaked his head, and laid both his hands on his hips. "So, you leaving, Jimmy?" He sensed that his brother was putting on his shoes and sunglasses.

"Yeah. Gotta go lock up at the mechanics. Don't want the boss to fire me." He stood up as he drank the last of the cum/piss/blood and threw the bottle into the recycling bin. He left to go to the garage.

"Alrite, then. Let me just walk you out." Victor followed Logan to the garage.

Logan turned on the light to reveal all of Victor's expensive cars and motorcycles. "Damn, Victor. You got to get me one of those." He walked towards the last motorcycle.

"Sure, why not Jimmy? The least I can do. Since you're going to be handing out those cards. I might as well." He patted his brother's back.

"Cool." He got onto '49 panhead and turned the key to rev it up. "So I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

Victor nodded and crossed his arms. "Yeah..."

Logan drove out of the garage, through the closed gates and out on the road.

Victor watched his brother leave. Then he walked back inside. He pushed a secret black button that was set behind a large picture of himself and Logan that held all his weapons, bombs, etc. Then it also showed a key pad. He pushed the password C R E E D, 8 4 2 8 6 7. Then the entire warehouse became locked, safed, so that no one can get in or out. He then pushed the black button again to make all of the secrecy disappear.

He closed the garage door and headed towards the stairs that led to his office. But then he heard a screaming. Almost like moaning hard for pleasure. He heard it come from the back rooms. He chuckled. He walked to the back rooms.

"Oh, Dieu oui! Oh, baisez! Ah! Oui, s'il vous plaît, plus! Ah! Scott, more! Ah!" Remy moaned as Scott swallowed the enitre length of the hard erection.

Victor Peaked into the room to see what made that seducing noise. He chuckled sinisterly. He pushed the door open and walked inside the dark purple room. "Well, Scott... It seems you couldn't keep your hands off of your ex?" He squatted next to Scott. "Could you?"

Scott ignored Victor as he continued to suck Remy's cock hard. He grunted.

"Oh, Dieu je vais cum. Je vais cum. Je vais co Ah!" Remy came into his ex-lover's mouth. He panted.

Victor stood up, enjoying the show. By videotaping it. He stopped as they finished thier sexual acts towards one another. He closed the video camera. He turned to the bed to see the metal briefcase. "So, did my brother leave this?" He began opening the case to reveal the clean, cut money left in it.

"Yes, Monsiuer Creed." Remy stood up and gave Scott a kiss on his warm,sweet lips. "Bye, Scott." He grabbed his clothes and left the room.

Victor cleared his throat heavily as he was counting the money. Scott stood up to the command.

"What do you want, Victor?" Scott said sexually as he took off his vest. He then massaged his master's shoulder as he was counting the money.

"I want to taste you." Victor didn't turn to look at the blind kid. He glanced over his shoulder instead.

"Ok." Scott gave a small smirk as he started to take off his jeans and his black boxer briefs.

Victor put the money back into the suitcase, pushed down on the top to close. Click! It locked.
Then he turned to face the now naked, blind brat.

"Come on, Victor." Scott sat on the older man's lap for sexual pleasure. "I need you..." He breathed into Victor's ear. "Now..."

"With pleasure..."

IF YOU DO NOT KNOW SOME OF THE FRENCH WORDS THAT ARE IN THE STORY. HERE IS THE ENGLISH MEANINGS:

Oh, Dieu je vais cum. Je vais cum. Je vais co Ah!-
Oh, god I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna co Ah!

WELL, THIS IS THE END OF THE FOURTH CHAPTER. SORRY TO END IT SO WELL BUT NEED TO TYPE BETTER CHAPTRS RITE? RITE! WELL LET ME GET TO THE NEXT CHAPTERS. THANK U 4 READING. PLEASE REVIEW! THANK U!!! ^_^