Iron Rose Ch. 04

He pushed Christian and staggered gracefully through the room, texting Mark to prepare the car so that he could go home since Christian had managed to ruin his mood. It was better if he went home to sleep and just rest.

"I am leaving then." He said hoarsely.

"You can't live like that." Christian blocked his path. "You know I am telling the truth. I very well know that the dragons had something to do with what you told me, your abuse and..."

"Shh..." Miguel blocked Christian's lips with his finger. "I don't know anyone by that name. I wanna go and rest so please, leave me in peace."

"I cannot leave you like that." Christian grabbed his hand. "You're drank."

"I have Mark waiting for me outside." He protested, trying to release his hand but the guy was just too powerful, especially in that state he was in.

But Christian wasn't gonna let him go like that. He started leading him outside because he was gonna take him home himself.

"Let me go, Chris..." Miguel said in harsh tone. "You can't treat me like this. I am in my office. I am La Don."

But Christian wasn't scared of that name. He managed to get Miguel to the car and both of them went to his mansion. Immediately they arrived, Miguel staggered as he cat walked to his wine table, pouring himself some wine though Christian had offered to make him some coffee.

"You've got to be kidding me." Christian had never seen Miguel behave like that. "You're gonna continue drinking. You even slept in the car because of drinking."

"That's because I had a nightmare called Christian that was screaming that I am a murderer." He took a sip of the wine. He got close to Christian and smiled seductively, capturing his soul. "I don't understand because back then in my office, you were kissing and loving me. I wonder why you always ruin my mood with your stupid nonsense."

Christian felt really weak. "Did the dragons abuse you?"

Miguel nodded, trying not to be weak. "What if I say yes?" He chuckled though he was drank. "What if they did?"

Christian got hurt by Miguel's answer. "Are you getting rid of them one by one?"

Miguel was laughing in his drank state. "Would you judge if I was since you yourself bought a gun and shot Brandon?" He then got close to him with a serious face. "It's a crime when I do it but you, no counsellor?" He pointed.

"You're not in your right mind."

Christian wrapped one of his arms around Miguel's waist and another around his thighs. Then he picked him up bridal style and took him to his room. When they reached there, he put him down and sighed, his head obviously messed up because of his feelings.

"It is true that I tried to kill Brandon but we are not talking about me but about you and the dragons."

Miguel turned, rubbing his face. "I want to rest. I have no time for your questions."

Christian rushed to his front and stopped him. "Stop making excuses." His voice was going higher. "Stop playing games, Miguel!"

"Funny," Miguel gave a killer smile. "You are talking about games when we're so close to the bed."

Christian took a glance at the bed and he felt his insides turning. He couldn't help but remember all the love they had made in that bed, how wonderful it had been and all the kisses. Those had been good times but they were no longer like that. Things had changed.

He shook his head and got serious. "I am pretty sure you were still obsessed with your revenge when we were still in that bed because if not..." He paused and swallowed. "...some people would still be alive."

"Those people deserved to die." His voice was barely above a whisper but Christian got him.

"Are you admitting to killing them?"

Miguel looked in the roof, taking a deep breath. When he finally dropped his eyes to Christian, he was looking serious.

"Yes, I shot Antonio."

"No!" Christian shook his head. "I am referring to the rest of them."

Miguel couldn't believe it. "Antonio had ruined so many lives, so many people would have been alive today if not for that bastard." He yelled at the top of his voice. "He ruined the lives of so many young boys. If I admitted that I had killed them, would it change the love you have for me, what you feel?"

Christian was speechless.

"Because to me..." He paused and pointed at himself. "...love is unconditional. I would never judge you or side with your enemies."

He moved past Christian and went to get himself a drink, leaving him stunned and dumbstruck. He knew what Miguel was telling him was the truth. Then why was he still asking? Christian turned before Miguel took the drink and put it harshly on the table.

"Don't you dare come close to me?" Miguel warned. "I am in my house and I can do anything I want. You on the other hand need to leave right now. We share nothing."

"I ain't leaving." Christian said with a serious face.

"Why do you wanna stay?" Miguel shrugged, staring at him. "All you keep doing is judge me and ask me questions. You're never gonna stop."

"I only want the truth. It doesn't mean that I am judging you."

"Why don't you just leave? Go!"

Miguel started staggering towards the bed and he almost reached there when he turned to look at Christian and lost his balance. He was about to fall when Christian acted fast, catching him and both of them fell to the bed with Christian on top of Miguel and their lips so close.

Suddenly, Christian lost his senses and started breathing heavily.

"Miguel!"

Miguel was drank but he knew what Christian wanted at that moment, he wanted him but Miguel wasn't gonna do that, not when all that Christian did was doubt him. Yeah! Granted, he loved him more than anything but he wasn't gonna be that weak as to give in to his desires.

"We were once this close, Christian." He gulped, their gaze locking on each other. "But everything changed to questions, judgements and..."

But he didn't finish his sentence before Christian leaned forward and engaged him in a very hot kiss. Miguel was hypnotized and he wanted to fight but Christian took both of his hands, pinning them on the bed, kissing him like there was tomorrow.

It was probably beer doing it but Miguel's eyes closed shut and he started moaning in their kiss. He couldn't believe how weak he felt.

***

"Okay, sweetie, when you return from your trip this evening, I promise a really delicious meal." Brian chuckled, literally blushing.

"Just that?" Felix moaned on the other end of the line. Brian could have sworn the guy was having hot sex from the way he sounded. "I want more, baby. I want a piece of that sexy body."

Hearing Felix's words, Brian burst into laughter, feeling his body get hot. "Hmm... It depends."

"Depends on what?"

"On how you please me." Brian's hands were now moving on his lips, staring up like he was looking at God himself. "Till then, sweetie, I want you to concentrate. I will see this evening and I love you."

"I love you too."

He cut the call and continued coming down the stairs, smiling like a teenager in love. He was just so damn happy. He was very happy and there was no fucking way he was gonna hide it. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and blue skinny jean with white sandals. His short hair was well shaven and he looked clean.

As he was coming down the stairs, he just met with Carter who was coming inside with a really serious face. When Brian saw him, he got really worried because first of all, he had no idea how Carter knew where he was staying and secondly, he had no idea what he wanted. He was just hoping this wasn't about Miguel, Carter and Christian.

"Carter, what are you doing here?" He asked as he walked to him.

Carter on the other hand was standing straight there, staring at Brian like he wanted to do something to him. His heart was heavy, ripped to shreds and he was bleeding. His eyes looked red like he had been smoking and the way veins had shot up his face was something else. He was breathing heavily, his fists clenched and his pain slipping through his entire system. It was really painful and he had come there for something important. There was no one else that would give him what he wanted if not Miguel's brother himself, Brian.

Carter wasn't alone. He was with a really good friend, someone that he had come to trust. They worked together at Daniel's foundation. His name was Drake and he was a doctor that worked at the foundation sometimes.

He was just about Carter's age, really handsome and loving. He had a handsome face with beards that suited him, a tan skin and brown eyes that just made him look handsome. He was wearing a dark blue designer's shirt that stuck to his him like a second skin, a black skinny jean and a blue snickers.

When Brian saw them, he looked confused.

"Carter!" His hunch told him that nothing was right. "Are you alright?"

But carter was still quiet, busy thinking how everything had been going wrong because of Miguel. But what he had found out that day was the biggest and most painful secret ever. He couldn't believe how Miguel had managed to ruin his life in so little time that he had known him. It wasn't fair. Okay, so, how did Miguel ruin his life?

"Carter!" Brian shook him a bit.

"I went to the house today..." He started, feeling pain building up inside of him. "...I was really happy because I wanted to be with my mom. Guess what I had found out? Is it true?"

Okay, now Brian was really confused and scared. He couldn't help but frown.

"What are you talking about?"

Carter just had one question for Brian who was acting strange and scared there. But before that, that fateful day, he had just come from the foundation with Drake because he wanted him to check on his mother. He had been happy because she had refused to go to the hospital. But upon reaching there, something had literally killed him, the conversation his mother had been having with Alicia.

"I don't know what we're going to do because Carter will soon start asking questions." His mother had said. She had sounded so worried. "Money can't just be coming like that because... I really don't know how to explain to him. I had lied to him about how I had bought the house but I don't think I can do it anymore. It will be difficult."

"You're absolutely right." Alicia had responded, equally really worried. "There have been so many lies so far. I don't know why he can't just come out and tell him that he's Carter's brother. There's no harm in telling the truth."

Truth, Brother, those two words had been the ones Carter had caught the most. He had been really confused and had wanted to go inside to ask what they had been talking about but something had stopped him...

"I don't even know what's gonna happen when he comes to know that I am not his mother." Yvette had sobbed softly. "He'll never forgive me. I don't even know what he'll do when he comes to find out that the person he's been fighting because of a man, Miguel Powers is his blood brother."

That had hurt the most. The conversation had continued but Carter hadn't heard any of it. His mind had been frozen to Miguel being his brother part and Yvette not being his mother. He had no idea when tears had dropped or when he had run away from that place.

He had gone to cry and cry and had needed to find out answers but couldn't find anything. How? When? Where? What? He had no idea what questions to ask. But who better than to tell him the truth that Miguel's brother himself?

"Carter!"

"I want you to tell me the truth." His voice was really hoarse and he wasn't even blinking. "You're the only that can. It might be the hardest and most horrible truth I've ever had to know but I want to hear it anyway." He couldn't fight his tears. "Is Miguel my brother? Is he really my brother?"

The question hit Brian like a billion flaming arrows right there. He felt like his heart had stopped beating and his breaths had stopped. He wanted to be brave but he had no idea when tears started coming out or when he started breathing heavily. He was suddenly weak and he wasn't really helping matters because by his reaction, he was giving in to Carter's questions.

Carter didn't need to be a genius to figure things out. "How could he send me to jail?" He yelled, tears following. "How could he hurt me so much?"

Brian didn't know what to do. He had no idea how Carter had found out the truth or from where but all he knew was that things weren't gonna be too well, especially for Miguel. It was too early for the truth to come out.

"Is he really my brother?" He cried, screaming at Brian. "Are you and I related?"

But Brian couldn't bear it. He furiously rubbed his tears and told him that he had a lot of things to do and he wanted to be left alone. Carter was still screaming but Brian told him not to ask him anymore silly questions. One thing he knew though was that he had to get to Miguel somehow.

***

"Oh..."

Miguel's entire body went instantly taut when he felt the head of Christian's cock hit his sweet spot. Almost immediately, his hands moved to Christian's back, digging his nails there. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt like he was suddenly losing breath. It had been so long and he felt like he was on top of the world, flying.

"Ah..."

He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. Though he had been resistant at first, he felt really weak and just had to give in to Christian's desires.

"Shit..."

Christian hit that spot again, the spot that generated sensations that drove him insane... that spot that always took him to worlds he never knew existed... that spot that made him become breathless to the point where he felt like his life was in danger. He wanted to scream... he wanted to cry... He wanted to curse... he wanted to get angry... he wanted to kiss him all at the same time. He suddenly felt like his life was so much in danger.

Christian stared down at the writhing body as uncontrollable groans and moans escaped his lips. The rhythmic tightening on his cock was killing him. Tears of mirth were coming out his eyes. It was just too pleasurable.

He moved his hand to Miguel's waist, slowly massaging there. And when the boy underneath him opened his legs wider, he went deeper and moaned like it was the last thing he was to do on earth. He leaned down, attacked Miguel's neck and started sucking there like his life depended on it.

"Chris..." Miguel moaned as his fingers dug deeper on that muscular back. "God, what... what... what are you doing to me?" He cried at the top of his voice.

But Christian couldn't respond as he was busy. He used his teeth to nip on that neck while enjoying the erotic moans that filled his ears, music to him. Those moans added to his pleasure as he increased his thrusts. It had been so long since he had made love to Miguel and it felt sweeter than before. From the way Miguel was tight, Christian was sure he hadn't slept with anyone else. It just drove him to make sweeter love to him.

"God!" Miguel sounded really horny. His cock was rock hard and the friction between them wasn't making it any easier.

Chris first made slow gentle love to the love of his life, pushing in and out slowly to experience all the completely differently sensations that Miguel's tight channel had to offer. Then he increased his thrusts and started fucking into Miguel using powerful and fast thrust while sucking on that neck.

By the time he was leaving the neck, he made sure that there was a hickey. Then he locked his lips with Miguel and then kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Both of them moaned and growled as Christian fucked Miguel, pounding hard into him. His cock massaged and worked that pleasure button embedded inside Miguel to the fullest.

Christian could taste the whiskey mixed with wine from Miguel's mouth and it just made him go insane. He just wanted that moment to last forever. Their moans, groans and growls of pleasure filled the entire room.

At a point, Miguel felt like he was gonna pass out. His hands found themselves on the sheets, gripping on them harder and bringing them to himself. He started pushing out, meeting with Christian's powerful thrusts. He had no idea if he was drank anymore. The pleasure was too much for him to bear and he couldn't fight the tears that made it to his face.

Christian on the other hand was just in his own world with Miguel. Sex with Miguel was always intense. No one in his life had ever rocked his world like Miguel did. He just wanted more of him every day. Right at that moment, he just wanted to forget about everything and just enjoy the pleasure from his love.

The two fucked each other's brains out and when they came together, at the same time, it was really intense that it felt like an earth quake was happening but just in their bodies. They screamed in pleasure, breathing like two beautiful creatures from out of this world.

But Christian didn't pull out, he just remained inside Miguel while kissing him and in no time at all, they were again at it, this time the pleasure being ecstatic, especially with Chris' cum inside Miguel making him slick. It was to die.

They changed positions and this time, Miguel was riding Christian's cock, giving him that ancient dance that made him see stars due to pleasure. His hands found themselves on Miguel's waist, guiding him on that cock while his dance of ecstasy intensified. The way he moved on that cock... the way he moved his hands in his hair, taking it all the way up, the way his big, bubbly ass shook as if it was being vibrated simply drove Chris insane when he touched it. It was as if Miguel was twerking on his cock. It was intense.

The look in Miguel's eyes when they locked their gaze was something unlike he'd ever seen in anyone's eyes before. It was powerful. It was like Miguel was looking into his very soul. His mouth was shaking so fast that he had no idea whether to scream.

He slowly got up, wrapped his arms around Miguel's waist and started moving his hips up to meet with Miguel's ass. The first time his cock and Miguel's shaking ass met, both of them groaned and kissed. They continued like that. They were sweaty and smelled of sex. But Christian wouldn't have liked it any better.

"I wish I could erase all the harm anyone's ever caused you." Christian's voice sounded like an animal, a wild animal.

Miguel continued his dance, locking his eyes with the precious creature beneath him. "Don't talk." He moaned as he rocked on that cock. "I get scared when you talk."

Christian quickly flipped Miguel so that he was lying on his back and Chris was between his legs. He thrust his cock in deeper and enjoyed the ecstatic look on Miguel's face.

"If I talk, it's so that you know that I love you and I can't forget you." He was getting closer to those lips again. He felt Miguel's legs tighten themselves around his waist. "It's the only thing I want you to know for now."

"I know that I am not..."

"Shh..." Christian moaned. "Love is complicated, Miguel." He rubbed on Miguel's swollen lips, dying to kiss them.

"I know you think I am not the right one for you, everyone too." Miguel was really emotional at that time. "And maybe I can never be because I am simultaneously many."

Christian was desperate to kiss Miguel. "With me, you are only one." He kissed him softly. "That, very few people. I love you and that's all that matters."

With those few words, Christian began making slow love to Miguel. It was love making that he wanted the both of them never to forget.

It was long... it was intense... it was wild... it was sweet... it was unlike anything else on this earth. They kissed through it all without even breaking for a much needed air. It was like that was all that they needed. Miguel didn't need to let go of his man. He loved him too much. But at that very moment, all he wanted was to be fulfilled.

***

Carter was inside the car, his gaze out the window staring at the classiest mansion he'd ever seen in his life and probably been to. It was beautiful and he could remember working there. But now, he was really nervous, scared and really hurt. He had come to Miguel's mansion because he needed answers but he didn't know if he was ready to face him. He didn't know if he was gonna control his emotions because he was mad.