Fan Fiction ❯ Phoenix Rising ❯ ‘The Chase’ ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Phoenix Rising

Chapter Two: `The Chase'

Author: Hentai

Warnings: This is PURE yaoi!! Lots of intended m/m stuffs and shounen-ai! Also, drug use, violence and sex!!

Disclaimer: None. All characters are my original creations.

Notes: If you want to flame, please refrain. I can stand constructive criticism, but blatant bashing is uncalled for. Arigato!! ^_^

<> denotes characters thoughts.

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Phoenix and Score walked out of the main doors of Grafitti. Kiwi gave Score a foul look as they passed and nodded to Phoenix. He nodded back and kept walking. It had started to rain. The roads were slick and black, puddles lined the sidewalk.

"This way," Phoenix said. The rain had already matted his hair flat to his scalp and face. He always walked home from Grafitti. There was no point in ruining his bike by wrecking it while high.

"Don't you have a ride?" Asked Score.

"Yeah, but I don't ride while fucked up so I left it home." Score raised his eyebrows and grinned.

Phoenix watched as the water ran down Score's bare chest in rivers. The rain had picked up and he hadn't even noticed, he was too busy ogling the man before him.

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He suddenly wished his tongue were in place of the water. Wetly running up and down Scores flesh. He jumped when Score spoke.

"So where do you live? Got roomies?" Phoenix looked guiltily away.

"Ahh...I live by myself near the outside of the industrial zone."

"Hey you thirsty? They have the best coffee in this joint." As he said this, Score grabbed a hold of Phoenix's elbow and led him into a convenience store. Phoenix shivered at Score's touch. His flesh began to burn again.

It was a tiny little store. There was a cold case, soda machine and a coffee machine. That was all. He had passed by this place almost every night for four years and had never noticed it before. Score walked in and spoke a few words to the owner, it sounded like Japanese to Phoenix. Score bowed and walked to the coffee machine.

"This is the best coffee man! Just what we need to take the chill off!" He handed Phoenix a cup and stood there, lips pursed, blowing on the hot liquid.

Phoenix completely forgot about his own cup and watched as Score took a drink, licking the taste from his lips. Phoenix licked his own lips in response. His eyes played across the other features of Score's face. High cheekbones, tanned skin, incredibly long eyelashes, almond shaped eyes, arched eyebrows, piercing on the right brow. His eyes were as dark as his eyebrows-obsidian black. And his lips-oh his lips..they called out to Phoenix to be kissed, nibbled, licked. He wanted to pull Score's tongue into his mouth and lap at his tongue ring. The visions in his head were becoming very vivid, he ached for Score's touch, but didn't know how to go about any of this.

He started when he realized that Score was looking at him. Coffee splashed over his hand and he swore aloud. Score took their coffee cups and set them on the counter next to the machine. He then took Phoenix's hand in his and brought it to his lips.

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Phoenix held his breathe as Score licked the coffee off his hand slowly and then proceeded to kiss where his hand was burnt. Phoenix's breath became labored. He ran his tongue slowly across parched lips. His eyes grew heavy and he moaned softly as Score took his finger into his mouth.

"Score! Not in here! Take your boyfriend outside after you pay!"

Phoenix's eyes snapped open and he blushed as he jerked his hand away. He grabbed his coffee and laid some money on the counter as he passed. He walked out into the rain and stood there, face raised up to the sky. The cool rain seared his hot flesh. <What the hell just happened?> he wondered. He had forgotten everything at Score's touch. What had just happened had nothing to do with his high. This was completely separate.

What Score did to him with just a touch was something that he had never felt before. He wanted to claim Score, to mark him as his. He shook his head.

"This is crazy!"

"What's crazy?" whispered a soft husky voice in his ear. Phoenix closed his eyes and a shiver ran up his spine. He turned and stepped back.

"M-my apartment isn't too far away. W-we should get out of the rain." He tried to act casual and sip his coffee but his fingers betrayed him. The cup slipped from his hands and splashed onto the wet blacktop.

Score laughed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. Phoenix watched as his neck grew taught and the rain ran down his throat and chest. He felt the familiar twinge and tingle in his groin. His nipples hardened and pulled on the studs. His face started to burn again. He quickly looked away.

When he looked back, Score was looking at him, chin down. He looked up at Phoenix through his bangs, eyes deep and dark... Phoenix felt he could get lost in those eyes. Deep within them was the look of a predator who had found delightful prey.

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Phoenix instinctively stepped back. He was suddenly VERY aware of the fact that the rain had plastered his clothing to his skin. His white t-shirt was pulled tight across his chest, his piercing clearly visible through it, as were the hardness of his nipples. Every bulge and sinew of muscle showed through. The weight of the rain pulled his jeans lower on his hips, threatening to pull them off.

Score growled low in his throat and dropped his own coffee, reaching out for Phoenix with both hands. Phoenix's eyes widened and he turned to run. Score caught his t-shirt with his fingertips but it slipped through wetly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Phoenix shouted as he jumped away. He peeked over his shoulder when he heard Score's laughter.

"Just playing!" he growled back as he bolted after Phoenix.

The roads were slick and Phoenix ran clumsily, slipping several times and still high as a kite. Every time he looked, Score was right behind him, laughing. Phoenix began to laugh also as he ran. He ducked into an alley to catch his breath. He leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. He began taking deep even breaths, trying to hold back his chuckles.

His eyes flew open when he felt Score's breath in his ear. He had easily snuck up on him. He had him trapped with a hand on either side of Phoenix's head.

"Caught you," Score breathed softly into his ear. Phoenix gasped as Score ran his tongue along his lobe and lapped at the sensitive spot behind it. One hand slowly crept behind Phoenix's neck and held him securely in place. He tilted Phoenix's neck to the side and bent slowly to run his tongue along the muscles there. His teeth grazed lightly and then bit hard into the sinewy muscle of Phoenix's neck. Phoenix gasped and grabbed Score's shoulders tightly, not sure if it was to push him away or pull him in closer.

Score licked at the blood that he had drawn and sucked on the wound gently. He then kissed it softly. He trailed kisses up Phoenix's jaw to his mouth. Licking Phoenix's lips, he began to kiss him, softly at first, then growing more passionate and aggressive. Phoenix moaned, opening his lips to the marauding tongue. Score licked at his teeth and tongue, sucking it into his mouth and biting it softly. He ran his tongue ring along the roof of Phoenix's mouth and tongue.

Phoenix pulled Score to him tightly, wanting full body contact. The heat of thief kiss was making his manhood throb and beg to be caressed. He pressed his hips shyly against Score and ran his hands down the back and shoulders of the beautiful man in his arms. Score grinned against Phoenix's lips and grabbed his ass tightly in his hands, squeezing and kneading the flesh.

Phoenix moaned again as Score's hands moved to his waistband and began to lightly rub the flesh just inside. His hands then went down the back of Phoenix's pants. They ran lightly, like feathers over the flesh of his hips and ass making him shiver. Phoenix slowly ran his fingers down Score's chest and past his belly button. He shyly ran a finger along Score's hipbones, delighting in the shiver that ran through the white haired man.

Score suddenly was kissing him again, his hands on either side of Phoenix's face, holding him tightly in place. Score broke the kiss and ran his finger along Phoenix's lips. He smiled wickedly and began to kiss his way down Phoenix's chest, his hands running all over his body. Pulling gently on his nipple piercing, he grinning wickedly as Phoenix moaned loudly.

Phoenix did not have a single coherent thought during all of this except <Wow>. He had never felt this passionate before, this alive, this burning within his body was completely new to him. The heat began low in his abdomen and ran throughout his body like electricity. Everywhere that Score touched him made his flesh scream in ecstasy and beg for more. His throat had grown dry, the moans that escaped were raspy with passion. Phoenix nearly screamed as he felt Score reach into his pants and take his cock into his hand.

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Score grinned mischievously as Phoenix let out a husky scream. He weighted his cock in his hand and pulling the head out, ran it across his lips lightly. The pre cum there glistened on his lips and he licked it. <Hmmm....wonderful> he thought. He lightly rubbed Phoenix's cock across his cheek and lips again. His tongue flicked out and licked the head of his cock. Phoenix's hips jerked forward in response and his hands tangled in Scores hair. He licked from base to head as he slipped Phoenix's pants to his knees. Score wiped the pre cum from the head of Phoenix's cock and slicked it onto his fingertips.

Reaching between Phoenix's legs, he brought his fingers to the tight opening that awaited him. Slowly sucking Phoenix's cock into his mouth, he began to rub and gently insert his fingers, one by one. Phoenix moaned and his hips began to move back and forth. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure Score was giving him, this Score knew from experience.

With his other hand, Score began to fondle Phoenix's balls, rolling them gently in his palm and massaging them. Phoenix shoved Score's head harder onto his cock. Score took a deep breathe through his nose and relaxed his throat to take in more. He had two fingers in Phoenix's ass now, he began to pump harder, increasing the pace. Soon three fingers were in and Phoenix was moaning and growling low in his throat. Score began to gently wiggle his fingertips inside Phoenix. He moaned against Phoenix's cock as he sucked and ran his tongue around the head.

Phoenix moaned and ran his fingers through Score's short hair. Tugging gently on Score's bangs. He spread his legs wider to give Score better access to his ass. His body was beginning to buzz, the heat in his abdomen increased and spread like lightening through his veins. He could feel himself tightening as his orgasm rushed through his whole body. He became lightheaded and leaned back against the wall, he didn't want Score to stop, he didn't want to cum yet, he wanted these feelings of ecstasy to last forever.

Score felt Phoenix's ass tighten and then the hot gush of cum splashed against his throat. Phoenix's fingers tightened in Score's hair. Score sucked gently until Phoenix was done, then he swallowed it all down. Phoenix's grip on his hair loosened and Score pulled away. He grinned and licked the cum from his lips as he looked up at Phoenix. He began to slowly move his fingers in and out again as he licked the remaining cum from Phoenix's cock.

Phoenix groaned and licked his lips. He tried to pull Score back to him, but Score smiled and slowly pulled his fingers out.

"There is plenty of time for more," he said as he stood up and kissed Phoenix passionately. The taste of his own seed in Phoenix's mouth made him hard again and despite himself he blushed as he threw his arms around Score's neck.

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After many more passionate kisses and lots more groping, they finally decided it was time to go to Phoenix's place after they both started sneezing. They laughed and started walking.

Phoenix was not sure what to think of the whole experience. It was the best head he had ever had. Score's lips and mouth knew what they were doing. The thought of said mouth on his body made him blush again. He bowed his head and looked at the ground as they walked. They rounded a corner and Phoenix stopped.

In front of his house was a cop car. He knew the cop. He was an old friend of his fathers. Phoenix sighed and shook his head, wondering what was going on. Most likely something with his mother.

"This is my place," he told Score. "If you want to hang low considering the situation, there is an alley behind my house. After we leave, there is a key under the hood of the 'stang in the backyard."

Score looked at him and then took him in his arms. He kissed Phoenix gently on the lips. Phoenix's eyes widened. <Out in plain site??> he thought. Score smiled at his expression and said:

"You are mine now, I marked you. If you want me to leave I will, otherwise your problems are mine too."

Phoenix was a little shocked to be honest. He had not expected this. A funny feeling spread through him and he wondered what it was. It was warm and made him feel giddy. Score kissed him again, reassuringly.

"So I take your used to this kinda thing happening when you come home eh?" Score asked him, gesturing in the direction of the cop.

"Yeah," was all Phoenix said. They walked up to the cop car and Phoenix tapped on the window. "What's up officer?" The policeman jumped and rolled down the window.

"Ah! Phoenix! You just scared the holy shit out of me, boy! Where the hell have you been? I have been waiting here for you for almost two hours."

"Give me a break man, you know where I was." Phoenix almost rolled his eyes. The officer laughed and got out of his car.

"I see you have company, this is a first." He nodded towards Score. Score looked curiously at Phoenix. <A first huh?> He thought.

"Cut the shite, Sam, what's going on? What has she done this time?" He looked at the officer with no expression on his face. His mother had problems, lots of them, and whenever she did anything, it was to get attention.

Sam sighed and said: "She's in the hospital again, Sage. She really fucked herself up this time. Your brother is already there." <My brother? Micah?> he thought.

Score raised his eyebrows. <Sage?> He grinned widely. <That must be Phoenix's real name…> He liked it.

Phoenix noticed Score's raised eyebrows and then the grin. He looked back at Sam and sighed, waving his hand in the air. "Fine, take me to her." He shook his head and got into the back seat, Score followed. He hoped that he could trust Score. He didn't like it that anyone knew of his personal problems, but for some reason, he wanted Score there. He wanted Score to be with him forever. He started at the thought. <Forever?> he inquired of himself. A shiver ran up his spine and tickled the hairs on the back of his neck.

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The car pulled into the drive of a very large, yet secluded private hospital. Score knew that this is was where very rich and powerful people went for treatment. He was a bit surprised. Phoenix noticed Score's expression and sighed. <Was this a bad idea bringing him here?> he asked himself. The car stopped and they waited for Sam to open the door. They climbed out and went inside the hospital.

At the front desk, they stopped. The receptionist looked up and smiled, then looked at Score and Phoenix a moment, her expression changing to a disapproving look.

"I'm sorry sir, but you will have to put your shirt on before you are allowed to enter this facility." She said in a slight english accent. Score grinned at her and took his time putting his shirt on. Phoenix watched and was a bit saddened as Score's beautiful nakedness was covered.

The woman nodded approvingly and asked then who they were looking for.

"Rhayne Dracon." Phoenix replied. The woman frowned a little at him and then recognition crossed her face.

"Oh yes, Sage right? We haven't seen you in years. My how you've grown!" She smiled at him, trying to look sexy. Phoenix just looked at her. Score grinned.

The woman cleared her throat and told them the room number and how to get there. Phoenix thanked her and they took the elevator to the 6th floor. Once off the elevator, they went to the nurses station to check in with his mother's nurse.

"What is going on with her this time?" he asked the nurse. He knew her very well, she was his mothers private nurse, she went everywhere with her.

"Oh, Sage, my it has been awhile, what? Almost four years? I tried calling you several times with news about your mother, but you never called back...." Her voice trailed off. She looked at Sam, then Score. "Let's talk in private." Phoenix nodded and then looked to Score.

"I will be right back." He said as he followed the nurse.

A few yards away, she stopped, her hands rubbing her forehead, she said:

"Miss Rhayne tried to kill herself again. She had gotten some heroine from somewhere while I was out getting her medicine. She shot up twice before she passed out. She also cut her wrists. There is no significant damage due to the cuts, but she is going through some serious withdrawals from the heroine."

Phoenix sighed. His mother had been on methadone for as long as he could remember. Before he was born, she had been addicted to heroine, would have done anything for it. His father had fallen in love with her and promised to keep her supplied if she married him. So she did. After his older brother had been born, his father had convinced her to go on methadone maintenance. Ever since his father had died, she had been like this, one attempt after another. Phoenix had no sympathy for her. She had never loved his father, she had loved his money.

She bore him children because he fed her addiction. That was all. She had cleaned up long enough to have the babies, then started back up again as soon as the labor was over with. He had no respect for the woman. This was his time to say good bye to her and not ever come back. That was his only reason for being here now.

Phoenix nodded to the nurse and started towards his mothers room. He knew what he would find there. His mother would beg for her sons to come home to live with her. This lonely old woman just trying to get over her addictions and the loss of her children and husband. She was a master at guilt trips. He hated talking to her at all because that's all it was, guilt trips. The whole 'Oh whoa is me' type of thing.

He knocked and entered the room. There next to the bed was a young man, a few years older than Phoenix. He had long black hair to his ass, the hair framing his face was dyed a dark blue. He was about as tall as Phoenix, just over six feet and thin. He wore all black vinyl, a black leather collar around his neck. He looked up when Phoenix shut the door behind him. The young man had black lipstick and eyeliner on. Phoenix suddenly realized this young man was his brother.

"Sage! I am so happy to see you darling!" His brother breathed and walked up to him with his arms open. Phoenix let his brother hug him. He wasn't sure what to think. He hadn't seen his brother in over eight years. He had changed from a loud mouthed chubby little punk to this thin goth. They had been very close growing up, but one day, Phoenix had gone into his room after one of his father's usual beatings and Micah wasn't there. All that was there was a note that said he was sorry to leave Sage alone.

"What? No hug in return for your older brother?" He frowned. "Well Sage, I am surprised. It really is me, Micah. It has been eight years." Micah smiled and fingered the wisps of hair around Phoenix's face. "My how you've grown into a handsome young man."

Phoenix looked towards his mother, ignoring the comment. She lay sleeping on the bed. Tubes were in her nose and throat. She was pale and had dark circles under her eyes.

"Yes well," Micah said. "She does actually look better. I flew in this morning when I heard from Savanna, Rhayne's nurse. They have the tubes in her cuz she's been barfing all day." He threw his hair over his shoulder and sighed. "Looks like she may have finally done it this time."

"Where did you go eight years ago?" Phoenix asked, ignoring what Micah said about their mother.

"Oh well, we will have plenty of time to talk about that. You got your own place yet? I'm gonna crash with you little brother." Micah smiled and giggled at the look on Phoenix's face. "What? You have a girl over tonight?" Phoenix blushed....<Not exactly> he thought. What would his older brother think of the fact that his little brother had just gotten head in an alley from another guy and had enjoyed it so much that he couldn't wait for the next time?

"Well, they gave her some pretty powerful drugs. She won't be waking up until tomorrow afternoon, you look tired, let's go get some food and talk, my treat." Micah smiled at him and put his arm around Phoenix's shoulders and led him out of the room.

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Score turned and looked as the door opened and Phoenix walked out with a tall gothic guy. The goth had his arm around Phoenix's shoulders. Score felt a surge of possessiveness. He walked over and stood in front of them, looking at the goth challengingly. The goth smiled and asked:

"Can I help you?"

"This is my friend Score." Phoenix said. He was confused at Scores look and tilted his head slightly. Score looked at him and then back to the goth.

The goths' smile widened and he held out his hand to Score.

"I'm Phoenix's brother, Dutch. Nice to meet you." Score took Dutch's hand and shook it. What a relief. He chuckled to himself at how possessive he had become. He looked to Phoenix, grinned and winked at him. Phoenix smiled back and blushed.

None of this was lost on Dutch. He smiled to himself. <Well, this is the reason he blushed when I asked about a girlfriend. It looks like HE is the girlfriend.>

"Well come on then Score, we were going to go out and have some food, join us, my treat." Dutch smiled again and took Score's wrist. "Anybody got a car? Or should we call a cab?"

"We will need a cab." Phoenix said.

"Oh? What happened to your crotch rocket? Did you sell it? Do you even still have it?" Dutch asked Phoenix, his eyebrows raised.

"I got a new one. It's at home, we got a ride from Sam."

"Oh ok, well cool, anyhow, lets go eat!!"

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Sitting at a table at a small restaurant downtown, Score, Phoenix and Dutch were sipping coffee and talking. They had chosen a small booth in the back. The restaurant was full of late night junkies coming in before the sun came up to feed their highs. Many were laughing loudly. A few were watching Score suspiciously as if they knew him.

Phoenix looked at Score questionably. Score just grinned and scratched the back of his head. They sat together on one side of the booth, Dutch on the other. Score had immediately put his hand on Phoenix's knee. Phoenix blushed, but let him keep his hand where it was.

"So how long have you two been together?" Dutch asked.

Phoenix spit coffee onto the table and Score laughed. Phoenix looked up quickly to his brother to find what was hidden behind the question. There was nothing there in his eyes that indicated that Phoenix shouldn't tell him. Even after all these years, he realized that he could still trust his brother.

"W-we just met tonight." Phoenix stammered looking away. Score laughed again and squeezed Phoenix's knee.

"Can't keep anything from your brother you know Phoenix. I knew the first time I saw him. He was jealous of my arm around you before he knew I was your brother."

Phoenix looked at Score who smiled and leaned in to kiss him. Phoenix's eyes widened and he backed away a bit, Score leaned in more and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Told you, you're mine." He breathed softly into Phoenix's lips. Phoenix felt the now familiar shiver run along his spine. He let out his pent up breath and leaned forward for another kiss, closing his eyes. Score and Phoenix both started when they heard Dutch clear his throat. Score grinned at Phoenix as he blushed again.

"Well, it seems you have enough fire there between you two." Dutch grinned. Phoenix looked away. Score put his arm around Phoenix's waist.

"S-so tell me where you went eight years ago and why you haven't talked to me since?" Phoenix said to Dutch. He knew that Score was going to learn a lot about him from this conversation, but he didn't care. He was always very protective of his privacy, but he wanted Score to know about his life.

He had never felt like this with anyone before. Somehow, he felt that he and Score were meant for each other. And if in the end they weren't, he would do as he had always done and pick up the pieces and move on, growing stronger from the experience as he always did.

"Well, I couldn't take Harold's shit anymore, so I packed up while he was beating on you and left. Took my trust with me and never looked back. I felt bad to leave you there alone, but since you had started the emancipation proceedings, I figured you'd be ok. With all of Rhayne's probs and shit, I figured that you were a shoe in for it. Were you ever emancipated?" Dutch said.

"Yeah a few years later actually. I was a ward of the state until I was 15. Then Harold died and I inherited half of everything. Since we couldn't find you, they gave everything to me and Savanna so she could take care of Rhayne. I haven't gone back home since then. I didn't want anything to do with Rhayne anymore. Her trips are too much." Phoenix replied. Dutch nodded and sipped his coffee.

"I traveled around for awhile and then met up with some people in L.A. We started a band and we play clubs all over Cali. It's pretty awesome." As Dutch said this, he cut into the steak the waitress had set in front of him.

"Wow. Sounds like you have had quite a time these last eight years. So why come back now all of a sudden?"

"I wanted to see you. I figured that you were legal now, so you would definitely be away from the psychos by now. I was hoping when I heard from Savanna, you would be here too." He brushed his hair out of his face and looked at Phoenix. "And here you are, with a boyfriend no less. My how things change." He chuckled to himself.

Phoenix blushed and looked at Score who was grinning widely at him.

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