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Mount Robillard
35. Epilogue - Five years later...The main sun was shining bright and demanding into the window, as if willing the blinds to give way and grant them access into the room behind it. When that didn't happen, the shaft of light filtering between two other buildings just reflected from the bright surface to form intricate patterns on the opposite wall. They flickered a little as a small cloud drifted to veil the sun's blaze before continuing in its languid path across the sky.The air was scorching hot. What little moisture there was left in the soil was evaporating quickly in the tremulous waves, making the horde of grazing kangaroos just outside the fence look like a bunch of some ethereal creatures hovering slightly above the ground. Inside the room, the temperature was much more hospitable thanks to efficient air conditioning, but the atmosphere was heating up nevertheless very slowly, though. The occupants of the room had been awake for a good two hours already, this was their day off and they'd decided to enjoy it to the full. Duvets had been kicked over the edge of the bed long ago, a touch of sweat on warm skin ensured just the right combination of slickness and friction, and together with darkly scented massage oil it formed a heady mixture that tickled every nerve. Corinn was in heaven. A lazy morning to be followed by a full day of nothing to do, giving a full body massage to his handsome lover and being now repaid in full... what else could a man want? Apart from thoroughly satisfying sex, which was soon forthcoming, and an ample breakfast, to be enjoyed a little later, absolutely nothing. He groaned again when hard fingers delved deep into his muscles, found a small knot and worked it away with deftness born of long experience. God, he was hard. He'd woken up with a hard-on, teased himself by letting it rub against Vanya's ass while massaging the man, and now he was deliciously pinned between those incredible, muscular thighs, groin pressed into the mattress. He was going to burst, he just knew it. The erection that every now and then brushed his backside when Vanya shifted purposely on top of him didn't exactly lessen his arousal. Corinn sighed deep and tried in vain to move his hips, but Vanya just chuckled and pressed him down a little harder. "There..." Vanya drawled and got up, sat beside him so that he could roll on his back. "How's it feel?" "Mmmhh," Corinn commented intelligently and slitted his eyes open. "Horny." "What a big surprise," Vanya grinned. "You're simply gorgeous, you know that?" "I think I've heard it said before." Corinn stretched his arms, spread his legs a little, let his hand wander down. It didn't reach its intended destination, however, before another hand closed around it and stopped it on his stomach. "Naughty," Vanya admonished shaking his head. "Very naughty. That's my toy, you know." "Why don't you then play with it?" Corinn challenged and wriggled his hand free to knead Vanya's thigh. "See? It's feeling lonely, crying and all..." Vanya laughed, crawled around him and settled comfortably between Corinn's legs. Corinn groaned when the big hands grabbed his hips, then his breath hitched when he felt a tongue lap the glistening drops from his cock. "Oh man... oh shit... yes, fuck yes..." Corinn was vocal as ever, eyes pinched shut, head thrashing from side to side as Vanya demonstrated to him once again that his nickname was not for nothing. The blond man grinned wickedly, paused for a maddening while to hear Corinn beg for more and then continued. Oh, he knew exactly the right combination of lips, teeth, tongue and throating to make Corinn go wild, and man, did he love putting that knowledge to full use! And quite honestly, even though they liked to make slow and test just how long they could merely tease each other and pull the strings still a little tighter, right now he didn't want to wait any more. He'd already admired all aspects of his lover long enough for this morning, now was the time for the real thing: sex. Vanya's hand crept to cradle Corinn's balls, he hummed low and took his lover still a little deeper, then felt the man's hips tense and heard the telltale rasping moan before a glorious orgasm silenced Corinn completely. His own erection was throbbing, protesting the neglect, but he told it to wait a little while longer. "Vanya... Vanya Vanya..." Corinn mumbled when the weight on his legs disappeared and the mattress dipped beside him. He tried to get his eyes open, succeeded after a brief struggle and smiled to the face peering down at him. "You're incredible, Mr. Blowjobman." "Wouldn't I know that!" Vanya preened a little and Corinn laughed, still breathless. "I've been perfecting my skills for years so that I wouldn't ever disappoint you, Gorgeous." Corinn started to say something, but suddenly his throat tightened so that nothing came out. He raised a hand and pulled Vanya closer, fingers tracing the slight scars on the back of the man's neck. "I love you, Vanya," he managed to whisper at last. "I know, Gorgeous." How the hell could that arctic shade of blue look so warm? "I love you. And right now I want to make love to you." "My plaything," Corinn warned and snatched the lube before Vanya managed to get it. "Mine. Let me do that." Vanya moaned aloud while Corinn took more than his due time to prepare them both, the twirl of lube-slicked fingers nearly finishing him off too early. Finally he grabbed a hold of Corinn's knees with a growl. "Man, sometimes you really try my patience!" Corinn grinned to him, then they both froze when the comm on the bedside table buzzed. "Don't answer it," Vanya sighed. "But it's Fonzo," Corinn protested, hand sneaking towards the thing. "Don't answer it!" Vanya hissed. "He knows bloody well that it's our day off, and he ought to know what that means!" "Yeah, he knows, and that's why I'm betting he's got a really good reason to call right now!" Corinn grabbed the comm. "Unh... whazzit?" He nearly choked on the words as Vanya gave an annoyed grunt and pushed relentlessly in. "Corinn, look, I'm sorry to call you like this, but... I need to talk. Please. This is important. Can I come to see you?" "Right..." Despite the clear desperation in his friend's deep voice, Corinn's eyes crossed momentarily when Vanya moved his hips. "Fonz... man, it's all right... oh fuck... I'm kinda busy but can you give us fifteen minutes?" "Sure thing." Fonzo sighed a little. "I'm really sorry, both of you... I'll be there in fifteen." "Fifteen minutes?" Vanya said incredulously. "You honestly think we're going to be ready to see him in fucking fifteen minutes?" "We'd better!" Corinn flexed a little, eliciting another moan from Vanya. "C'mon man, don't you try to tell me you'd be able to hold back any more..." "Corinn!" Twenty minutes later Corinn opened the door and flashed a slightly sheepish grin to Fonzo who stalked in, looking unusually grim, and sank into an armchair. "Look, I'm really sorry to come and disturb you like this, but if I can't talk to anyone right now..." "It's okay," Corinn assured him and toweled some more water from his hair. "Vanya's going to be here soon, he's still in the shower." Fonzo groaned, shoved his thick fingers through his hair and slumped forward to lean on his knees. Corinn frowned, threw the towel away and sat down as well. "What's happened, Fonzo?" he asked. "You look pretty awful, man." "Maybe because I feel absolutely rotten!" Fonzo wailed. "I'm a dirty old bastard, that's what I am!" "Welcome to the gang then," Vanya quipped as he stepped into the room, wearing only trousers and a towel hanging around his neck. "What's up? What's the matter?" Fonzo gave them a black look from under his thick eyebrows. "Shaun." "Yeah, what about the kid? By the way, have you had breakfast? I might go and empty the canteen," Vanya offered. "I'm starving." "Not hungry," Fonzo muttered. "But come on, what about Shaun?" Corinn insisted. "Is he in some kind of trouble? Spill it!" "No," Fonzo sighed. "He is trouble." "You're being very mysterious, and quite frankly, neither of us is very good at that sort of thing," Vanya said. "So please, care to elaborate a bit?" Fonzo let out yet another deep sigh, ruffled his hair, shook his head. "I wish I knew what to say. I mean, last night he wanted to talk to me. Pretty upset, or determined, or I dunno, serious anyway. He I oh fuck!" Corinn and Vanya stared at him for a while and then exchanged a nonplussed look. "What happened?" Corinn pressed patiently. "We I mean, I..." Fonzo's voice trailed away and he scrubbed his face wearily with both hands. "We talked, and then he... shit, I'm too embarrassed to even admit it to myself!" "Did you sleep together?" Vanya asked carefully. "Yes!" Fonzo's hands balled into fists in his hair. "I goddamn fucked him!" Corinn rubbed his neck and shot a pleading look at Vanya, who crossed his arms on his chest and shrugged. "Fonzo... I know you. You're not a guy to force yourself on anybody. And that means Shaun sure didn't have anything against it." "That's not the point!" Fonzo nearly shouted. "The point is that I did it! I ought to be shot!" "Well, the kid must've done his damnedest to actually get you to the point where you'd as much as kiss him," Vanya pointed out. "Which means that he probably was dead set on getting you do it. So he wanted it very much. And that doesn't make you a dirty old bastard." "Yes it does. You just said the keyword yourself," Fonzo growled. "Kid. He's just a kid, I've been looking after him for years, and then I go and..." "There's another keyword, Fonzo," Corinn retorted. "You've been looking after him for years. Well over five years. He's not that much of a kid any more, especially considering that he's a clone and been through so much." "Yeah, what's he now? Roughly eighteen?" Vanya mused. "He's even looked much the same for so long. I really wouldn't blame you too much." "But I do. Don't you morons get it? The problem is not that he's nearly eighteen, but the fact that I am thirty-four! I could just about be his father!" "So what? He likes you, and don't you now try to deny that you've liked him for a long time yeah, and that way too," Corinn insisted. "I wouldn't worry too much about your ages, Fonzo. Neither of you have led exactly normal, conventional lives, so why throw a tantrum?" "And here I thought you'd understand." Fonzo shook his head. "Hey, we understand at least a few things better than you, it seems!" Vanya protested. "We all know you like him a lot. We also happen to know that Shaun's been more than a little upset about your night visits to Trelissac." "Well, I can't be expected to just hang around here all the time, can I?" Fonzo countered. "You of all people should understand if someone wants to get laid every now and then!" "Better than well, believe me," Corinn said with a slight smile. "But look here. I haven't told you this before 'cause Shaun asked me not to, but he's been really unhappy about your going to town like that. He knows why you go there. Came to talk to me once, asked me in very clear terms whether you go there to find a sex partner, yes or no Corinn, and hell, you can't expect me to lie to his face! Not when he looks me straight in the eye and asks like that! So I had to admit that he was right, and you know what he asked me next? He wanted to know what's wrong with him, why he's not good enough for you." Fonzo gaped at his friend without a word. "That's true," Vanya nodded. "We were both here when he wanted to have a word. He asked us if you have someone special in Trelissac, a boyfriend. We told him no, as far as we know. So, he says, if Fonzo's not in love with someone there, then what's wrong with me, why can't he love me, is it because I don't know about sex, should I go ask someone to tell me what to do. We told him that if he wants to know about that, then maybe he ought to ask Scott, after all they're like brothers and all that." "We're not kidding you," Corinn said emphatically when Fonzo shook his head and passed a hand over his eyes. "I swear every word is true. Okay, I can sympathize with you, up to a point, but why the hell do you have to make both of you miserable when it's so goddamn obvious that you both want the same thing?" "He loves you, he trusts you, wants to be with you. Yeah, and he wants to fuck with you. So do both of you a big favor and stop making up problems!" Vanya looked at Fonzo sternly. "And, for godssakes, go find him now and tell him what you feel for him." "I told him last night," Fonzo muttered dazedly. "Said a hell of a lot of things..." Vanya rolled his eyes and threw his hands up. "So what the hell are you doing here and whining? Man," Corinn pointed an accusing finger at his friend, "now find Shaun and tell him you really meant all those things you said, or I'll run you over with the Roadrunner a few times until you come to your senses!" "But I'm too old for him," Fonzo said desperately. "Fonzo Mannheimer!" Corinn howled. "I think you're too old to act so bloody stupid!" When the door closed behind Fonzo's broad back, both Corinn and Vanya shook their heads in exasperation. "The kid must've used every trick in the book, and quite a few outside it too, to push Fonzo over the edge," Vanya grunted and let himself fall backwards, landing spread-eagle on the sofa. "Hmm. Shaun in full seduction mode... scary." "You said it." Corinn tried to imagine it and decided that he didn't really want to know. "The problem with Fonzo is that he's too damn responsible!" Vanya complained. "They both have the hots for each other, so I can't really see what's the big deal here." "Hey, he's always been like that," Corinn defended his friend. "The responsible one. We always used to get in trouble together, and he was always owning up everything, making himself into the big bad wolf just to protect me. Didn't work, though, 'cause I didn't let him take all the blame." "Oh yeah, poor little innocent you," Vanya grinned and reached out to ruffle Corinn's brown hair. The man made a face and growled a little. "That's Fonzo all right," he said. "The big brother. I sure hope he lets go this time." "Me too. But, how about breakfast now?" Vanya stood up looking hopeful. Corinn stretched lazily. "Sounds good. Will you go get it? I can't be bothered to move my ass all the way to the canteen right now." "I'll go, you keep your nice ass on those soft cushions... canteen chairs too hard for it at the moment, right?" Vanya laughed and ducked quickly behind the sofa to avoid the object hurtled towards his head. "Ceasefire! Or I'll go stuff myself and leave you here starving..." When he returned to their room with an assortment of food that could've fed a dozen S-clones, Corinn was sitting in his armchair, elbows on knees, staring intently at their wall screen. "What's that?" "Oh, just checked the news. Looks like yet another few planets have shaken loose of the Union." "Oh yeah? Which ones?" Vanya placed his load carefully on the table and plopped into the sofa. "They were talking about the Sagittarius sector." Corinn dug eagerly in. "Ohh, bliss food! " "Sagittarius sector? That's a whole system, man, with three inhabited planets and all! Wow, looks like the Union's days really are numbered now!" They munched their late breakfast in near-complete silence, eyes scanning lazily the headlines and highlights flashing on the screen. Suddenly Vanya perked up and quickly licked his fingers clean. "Hey, hey, stop, now go back to that item... yesss! Look!" Corinn smiled broadly at the image that filled the screen: three gorgeous ladies side by side, slim arms wrapped around each others' waists, gazing seductively at the camera. The silver-blond one on the left was blowing a kiss to the viewers, the taller one in the middle was smiling over the voluptuous mass of golden hair that flowed over her shoulder down to her waist, and the strawberry blonde on the right pretended to be scandalized by her friend's open flirtation. Corinn sighed, eyes a little wistful. "I still think Lancer's got the best legs," he said. "Yeah, and André's got the best hair," Vanya agreed. "And Maya's simply the prettiest, sweetest..." "How come we never remember his real name?" "Well, you've never known him as anything else but Maya," Vanya shrugged. "I mean, as long as I can remember she's been the interplanetary songstress superstar, everybody's favorite babe, all that, so how could we be expected that he's really a guy? Besides, he cross-dresses most of the time anyway, and even after he and his man landed on Ashanti, everyone still kept calling him Maya! He's stuck with the name." "Okay. So, drag trio MALE has chalked up another success?" Corinn grinned. "Looks like it. I wonder when they'll be at last coming home from that tour?" "Pretty soon, I hear. They all miss home." Vanya concentrated on his food for a while. "And we all miss them." "True." Corinn looked again at the picture they had frozen on the screen and shook his head. "It's so funny, though. To think that there's this Doctor of Mentalics who first graduates with the highest honors and then goes frolicking with his friends all around the place, in a figure-licking dress and sixteen-centimeter heels... By the way, don't you think those slits in Lancer's dresses are absolutely outrageous? He knows too damn well that his legs are something to ogle." "It's funny how fascinated the S-clones always are when they see clips of their trainer in that garb!" Vanya gleefully chomped a sandwich. "You know, I believe Lancer agreed to this tour at least as much for Scott as for himself. Scott was so eager to get a chance to really explore the world. And I think he has taken all the inevitable publicity with such good grace that I really have to admire him." "Me too." Corinn took his time to polish off the last remains of biscuits from his plate and sighed, leaning back in the chair. "Though of course there's Rori and Maya's man " "Kishore," Vanya interjected. "Yeah, those two are there to help him. But anyway, there's plenty of reason to be proud of our Scottie." Vanya nodded and stacked the empty dishes on the table, then glanced up at Corinn. "Day off, and nothing to do... what do you say about a ride, Gorgeous?" "Depends. Are you talking about the Mustang or something else?" Corinn quirked his eyebrows and Vanya flashed him a quick grin. "Which one would you prefer?" "Right now, definitely the Mustang." Corinn shifted a little. "Frankly, you were a bit rough." "Blame yourself. You sort of forced me to hurry a bit. But I'm looking forward to the payback time. I'll take my punishment like a man." "Hmm. On second thought..." "Yeah?" "Forget the Mustang. After all, it's pretty hot outside. And even hotter after we squeeze ourselves into the driving suits." "Gorgeous, are you getting lazy in your old age or what?" "I'll show you who's old! Besides, you're a year older than me." "Yeah, so?" A sigh. "Okay, if we won't take our Mustang out today, how 'bout going on with what we were doing before Fonzo came?" "Right, I take it back. Nobody as insatiable as you can be old." "Gorgeous, again you can blame yourself. Why do you have to be so absolutely stunning?" "I guess I'll never understand that. What you see in me, I mean. But mind you, I'm not complaining." "Good. And you don't need to understand. You simply are gorgeous." "And you're perfect." "Thanks." "You're welcome... anytime." ~ The End ~
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