Guardian Angel

Chapter 13

"I go into the bank, approach the manager, a Mr. Jerald Spensor. Take all the money from the account. If they ask me why I'm closing it, I tell them that I'm leaving America."

"Fine. You learned to sign that name very well," I answered. All morning I had taught Darren to sign my assumed name and he did it even better than I.

"You're ready to go." I patted his shoulder. "I'll wait for you in this alley. I don't want to be seen in public."

When Darren disappeared from sight, I chose a dark place to stand and began to wait for his return. He shouldn't be too long in the bank. They'd never seen my face, never heard my voice. Ten - fifteen minutes and there would be money in my hands. In our hands. Right now I could not imagine life without Darren. I don't know our destiny, but I'm sure of this - we'll never be separated. We shall be friends, soul mates, lovers - it doesn't matter for me. Lovers… Hm, I don't know ….. I couldn't deny that I liked Darren very much. I'd agonized over it all night and decided that there were better ways to use my energy than trying to convince myself of my heterosexuality. All my straightness had turned to dust. When I saw the heavenly color of his eyes, eyes with such sadness behind them, I needed to make them mine. Chase away the sadness forever. And passion! I remember how Darren looked at me that night when we made love. I didn't care how many men knew his body. He was mine and I couldn't let him go again. I understood that now. In fact those bandits still searched for us, and I could probably protect him better than anybody else.

"Daniel?" I heard a voice from behind. I turned and saw one of Mr. Hudson's men, who's name I couldn't remember.

"Yes, I am."

"I've brought what you asked for," the man said and handed me a small package.

"Thanks." I reached out to take it. "That will ease my life. Ah….What do we have here?" I unwrapped the package and saw the glint from a black barrel. "Ohhh…nice… Smith'n'Wesson, nine millimeter…and a box of ammunition."

"Be careful. It's loaded and ready to go," the man said.

"I know how to treat this toy." I grinned at him.

"Am I supposed to pass anything on to Mr. Hudson?"

"Only my gratitude," I answered. "And tell him, that I'll probably be calling again. He promised to help me more if I needed it."

"Okay," the man replied simply and disappeared as silently as he had appeared.

I was pleased. Now I had a weapon. I hid it behind my belt, under my shirt. I felt much more at ease, and more confident now. Five minutes later I heard Darren's familiar steps.

"You know, I didn't have any problems getting the money." He smiled at me. "The Manager was a little surprised that I closed the account and took such a big sum of cash."

He handed me the thick envelope and I put it in my pocket. It made quite a noticable bulge. "Good boy," I said in answer, smiling at him.

The sharp sound of brakes forced us to look back toward the street. Several steps away from us a car stopped. Four men got out of it.

"It's them," Darren whispered, horror in his voice.

There was no time to escape or hide. With my injured leg I couldn't escape so quickly. I didn't see any other way out than to lean against Darren, against the wall, and pretend that we were just a pair of lovers. I saw Darren's eyes before me. Wide open and scared. I was so close to him that my mouth was a mere breath away from his half-open lips, and I noticed the pleasant smell of menthol from his favorite mint sweets. I heard the sound of steps as they came nearer to us.

The words "…I want to check up this alley..." reached my ears. "I had a strange premonition. They can't just have been swallowed up by the ground."

"Embrace me," I whispered to Darren.

Darren understood what I meant and literally stuck to my lips. I felt how his shaking hands started to caress my shoulders in a frenzy of apprehension. His right leg almost twisted my hips.

"Ha-ha…" I heard a loud voice. It's only two cocksuckers. Aw….Look at them, Chuck, they're almost fucking…"

When Darren heard these words he let out a loud groan. Then another, much louder.

"Ugh! They're disgusting! I hate gays. If we weren't so busy I'd with great pleasure kick their asses."

"Leave them, Chuck. We'll go. You see, they don't care about us." The man burst out laughing.

I heard steps move off and the sound of a motor starting. "Fuck him hard…!" they shouted to us, laughing more. Then the car drove off.

As soon as car left, Darren shrank back from me. His face burned red, his lips swollen, his eyes lowered.

"Sorry…. but I thought it would be more convincing," he whispered to me.

"It's all right," I answered with a shaky voice. I don't know what worked up me more, the danger or Darren's moans, but I felt how my trousers had become restrictive to me. I had the most powerful erection. "But…but in fact it has rescued us…"

Darren lifted his eyes to me. They were as dark as when…when…

"Hm…I see you need a little more help from me." He smiled when his eyes settled on my lower region.

"Sorry. I don't know why…" I found myself oddly embarrassed.

I had no time to finish, though, as Darren's lips seized mine once again and his tongue penetrated between my teeth and merged with my tongue in a wild dance. I couldn't think anymore. All I knew was Darren's hot body nestling into me, his fingers under my shirt. A new groan of pleasure escaped from his throat.

With a huge effort I forced myself to tear away from those appealing lips. "Not now," I said, embarrassed. "Let's return to our hotel room."

Darren said nothing. He just grinned at me and decadently licked his lips. And I understood. This afternoon, this evening, this night he will be mine. Only mine. My Darren. My Angel.

 TBC