Tell Me

"Five seven, black and green hair, wears black, eats meat, and wears fake fangs... what more do you need to know?" Xavier Zydrate, British accent making him sound even more annoyed.

"How about how you tell me what it is you do for a living? you have so much money mate, yet you never told me what you do, and you're never gone for the typical amount of time people with actual jobs are gone." Cal Hale quipped back, crossing his arms, his accent making him sound more annoyed as well.

"It's not needed for you to know. We're fucking, we're not married."

"And if you don't tell me, we won't be fucking anymore."

"You trying to threaten me Cal?" Xavier rolled his eyes.

"I'm telling you. If you don't tell me what you do for a living, I'm leaving. We're no longer together, in any sense. Not even when your knob gets needy... you can find a whore for that." The male with naturally red hair glared, scowling as he looked his kind-of-boyfriend in the eyes.

"I can find another whore as quick as I found you."

"Git." The younger of the two glared, trying not to shove him.

"Great comeback." The male with two toned hair rolled his eyes.

"So you're not going to answer me? You're going to ruin our entire relationship just to keep your job a secret?"

"What relationship?" Xavier asked angrily.

Cal rolled his eyes and yanked his now ex-kind-of-boyfriend forward. He connected their lips and began getting off the elders clothes as he walked them backwards into their room. This was the last thing they were going to do. They were going to fuck, and then they were done.

It would have seemed odd to pretty much everyone else that Cal was giving Xavier sex, letting him experience euphoria... but it was them. Sex was them, that's how their entire kind of relationship started.

Almost all of the elders clothes were off when the youngers back hit the mattress. Xavier yanked Cal's clothes off and then went back to kissing him. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm.

Normally the rhythm would accompany two people that had been together for a very long time, but they had always had that rhythm, and it confused them a bit, but not too much.

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They had met about a year previous. Cal needed some extra money so he got a gig at a club. He was supposed to make sure everyone was safe. He made sure they all were. He would even cut between people if a guy or girl was coming on too strong and dance with them like they were trying to dance on the people that obviously wanted them to stay away. It worked well, especially with the males. They would shove him away and storm off in embarrassment. He earned good money, and he loved doing it.

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The male that had two different colours in his hair moved his hand that had plenty of rings on it down and began playing with the red heads member as the younger male wrapped a leg around him. They grinded together as Xavier stroked Cal's cock slowly. They were building it up... so it would be even greater when it crashed down around them.

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It was after Cal had been working there about a month that they met. Xavier came in with a group of his associates and they all began dancing. One of the guys had had too much of some illegal substance and began relentlessly pursuing this girl he thought was some super model. She kept trying to shove him away, but he was stronger. So Cal hopped in.

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Cal flipped them so he was on top and kissed harder. He gripped Xavier's hair and yanked it back slightly, adding some pain in with the pleasure. The elder responded with a moan and thrust up quickly against his own hand which was still wrapped around the name with the surname Hale's erection. The younger just chuckled as he yanked again, biting the lip of the man on bottom. He bit almost hard enough to draw blood, but not quite.

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Cal immediately began grinding against the junkie, bumping against his hard on just like the idiot had been doing to the girl that was already halfway to the other side of the dance floor. The junkie immediately pulled away and shoved him to the ground.

"Hey, cool it." Xavier said angrily, pushing his associate to the side as he came forward to see if Cal was ok.

"I'm fine mate." Cal shook it off, holding his hand out.

The elder took it and helped him up.

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Cal grabbed the lube from the bed side table as well as a condom and pressed them into Xavier's other hand. He pushed the elders hand off of his erection and began grinding their genitalia together, still gripping the tanner male's hair. He only stopped grinding when the elder moved his hand down to put the condom on his cock. Cal took the lube while he was doing that, squirted some on his fingers and began prepping himself to take Xavier in him one last time.

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"Thanks mate." Cal smiled, moving his red hair out of his green eyes.

"No problem." Xavier answered back, slowly letting go of his hand. "I'm Xavier."

"Cal."

"Pleasure."

"Damn right it is." Cal chuckled.

"Hey um... wanna shag or something?" Xavier smiled.

The younger tilted his head to the side and checked him out before he shrugged with a mildly amused look on his smile.

"I get off at one... be here and we'll see what happens."

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As soon as the condom was on and Cal was ready, he straddled Xavier again and slowly impaled himself on the rubber clad rod. Once he was fully on he paused only a second and then began moving fast.

He was trying to get the emotions out of his head and focus only on the penis inside of him... trying to block out everything that would make him cry and beg Xavier to let him stay. Get rid of everything that would make him no longer care that a secret was being kept from him.

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Xavier smirked and nodded. He didn't even wave, just nodded and walked away. Cal smiled and went back to looking around the dance floor.

The elder male's associates jostled him slightly and smirked. He just shrugged and walked with them over to one of the tables so they could drink. He had never met someone so unique... and he was looking forward to just what would transpire.

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Cal moaned and threw his head back, arching his back as sweat quickly began covering his body. he ran his nails down Xavier's torso as he moved his body in the perfect way so his prostate was repeatedly hit. He cried out in pleasure and arched even more.

He was forgetting his feelings, forgetting everything except the pleasure. He was getting exactly what he wanted, for his mind to take a break and for his body to take over.

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Xavier was there at one. Exactly. A few minutes later Cal came out with a leather jacket on over his black wife beater, he smiled immediately as he saw the male with two toned hair.

"Well well... he wants a shag doesn't he?" The younger male chuckled, fixing the jacket.

"Maybe he just wants to experience the odd man who grinds on strangers." The elder smirked back.

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Sweat covered Cal's body as he grinded against the elder male. He pressed his knees harder into the man who was on his back's hip bones in pleasure.

Xavier flipped them so he was on top. He bent over so his face was pressed against Cal's neck. He kissed and bit on the pale flesh, tasting the salt that came from the sweat, and not caring that it was unsanitary. He gripped the red head's hip bone and raised his body slightly so he kept nailing his prostate, trying to make this time count. He wanted it to be about Cal this time... which it hardly ever was. This was their last time... and he was going to make it count.

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"That's my job." Cal rolled his eyes as he began leading the way to the exit. "I keep people safe. The best way is to dance with the aggressors like they're dancing on those that wish them to be away."

"Ah... that makes sense I guess."

"That it does. So, Xavier.... can I call you Zave?"

"Call me as you will." The elder shrugged with a smile.

"So, Zave... why were you even in a club?"

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Cal arched more as he was pounded into, wrapping his arms around Xavier's neck. And then the emotions set in. The way they were now, wrapped around each other, chest to chest. It was so oddly romantic to him, and he began thinking of his emotions. They had never said I love you, they hadn't even told each other that they cared... but Cal always knew he had strong feelings for Xavier.

"I love you." Cal whispered in Xavier's ear.

And then Xavier came. He hadn't even been halfway to his orgasm... yet those words brought him over the edge, and made him cum screaming Cal's name.

Cal knew that Xavier would want to sleep soon, so he paid attention to the feeling of the cum inside him and began pumping his cock. Soon he was cumming as well. He didn't say his ex-kind-of-boyfriends name when he did so, just let out a little high pitched sound that kind of sounded like a whine.

They slumped against each other as they panted. They were covered in sweat and Cal's spunk, but neither seemed to care. They were experiencing each other, for the last time.

They laid together for a long time. They honestly didn't know how long, It could have been an hour, but it also could have just been twenty minutes. Then Xavier pulled out and got off of Cal. Cal sat up and used the towel they kept by the bed to clean of his chest.

Once he was clean, he got up and put his clothes on. He didn't look back at Xavier when he was fully clothed. He just walked out of the room and to the stairs.

"Hey," The elder said, coming after him quickly.

The red head stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to look at him, trying not to pay attention to how awesome he looked with sex hair and only a pair of black boxers.

"Take care of yourself, yea?" The male with two toned hair said nervously.

"Yea." Cal nodded with a small smile.

Then he turned back to the stairs and began descending them. He tried to not let his emotions get the best of him but... he couldn't help it.

"Zave," He said, turning around.

That was not a smart thing for him to do. He was placing his food down on the next step when he turned around, so he ended up falling. He tumbled down the wooden stairs, hitting each one hard. When he finally tumbled to the floor at the bottom of the stairs he was unconscious and bleeding.

"Cal!" Xavier exclaimed, rushing down the stairs.

He knelt by Cal and pulled him into his lap.

"Cal, Cal!" He said desperately, shaking him.

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Xavier called the ambulance and was at the hospital in under and hour. He had to wait in a waiting room as they checked Cal out. He paced the entire time.

They came out and said that Cal would be fine, but they had needed to give him a blood transfusion and he might have a concussion. Xavier was just happy he was alive.

They let him to see Cal, even though he was asleep. The male with two toned hair sat by him, the red head's hand pressed firmly between both of his. He was trying not to cry, trying to be bigger for Cal.

He looked wrecked. Some of his hair was matted to his head and a lot darker from where he had bled, plus his face was bruised, but he looked peaceful. Xavier ran his thumb over the back of Cal's hand, keeping the tears at bay only slightly.

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Xavier was almost asleep when his hand was squeezed. He immediately woke up and looked at the man in the hospital bed.

"Why you here?" Cal smiled, his tone sleepy.

"You fell."

"I realize that."

The elder laughed happily. He was so happy that his lover was able to make jokes after he passed out. He stopped laughing and took a deep breath.

"Drug smuggler." He said, looking straight into Cal's eyes.

The younger smiled at that. They both knew that it was Xavier's way of saying 'I Love You'... and Cal knew they were going to be alright.

No matter how fucked up of a couple they were.