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Mercedes nodded then frowned. "Why couldn't I come? I should think your father would like to meet the love of your life."

Marisol was exhausted and was soon asleep in Cobra's arms.

Mercedes smiled slightly. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Have you. . . have you been to his grave recently."

((Either is fine. Surprise me!))

Marisol nodded and snuggled into Cobra. "No, it doesn't," he replied. "I actually can't stand people who only have sex in their relationship."

Mercedes kissed him on the head, a comforting gesture. "I'm so sorry," he said again. "I wish there was something that I could do. . ."

Knightmare nodded. He began to wander around, looking at the other racers.

Halo was soon asleep, snuggling deep into Ranger's chest.

Mercedes had to stop himself from crying. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he whispered. He gave Corey a hug.

Marisol grinned. "Alright then, we'll go again in a half hour or so," he said, compromising.

"I'll stick around for a bit, if you don't mind," he said.

Halo beamed. "Wake me when we get there," he said.

Mercedes frowned. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Wanna tell me about him?"

Marisol moaned at his kisses. "You ready to go again? Cause I need to rest a little longer," he teased.

Marisol kissed him back. "Of course," he said. "I love you."

"Hey," Mercedes said then frowned. He reached up and brushed Corey's cheek. "What made you cry?"

Mercedes trembled in Corey's arms. His eyes slowly opened and he looked up at Corey's face.

"Mavis Curse," Marisol said. Then frowned. "Marisol Baltimore."

Mercedes felt Corey return and reached out to him in his sleep, murmuring, "Gary. . ."

"Mavis," Marisol repeated, tasting the name.

Marisol beamed. "I love you too. . ." his voice trailed off. "What is your real name, my love?"

Mercedes twitched in his sleep. He was dreaming. It was the night his father had died. Over and over. He whimpered.

((Poor Corey))

"I love you too," Mercedes told him. He yawned and was soon asleep.

Marisol blushed. "Would you stay with me?" he asked, throat almost closing. "And be mine?"

Mercedes nodded, sighing happily as he snuggled closer. "More than anything else," he agreed.

Marisol grinned. "Cobra, I'm so glad I met you," he said, Corey had never been farther from his mind.

Mercedes sighed with pleasure and looked up at Corey, meeting his gaze. "You naughty cop," he teased.

Marisol tensed as he released into Cobra, pulling out seconds later. He rolled over and flopped onto the bed next to Cobra, pulling the other man into his arms.

Mercedes tensed and released seconds later, breathing hard and panting.

"Cobra," Marisol crooned as he thrust deeper and harder inside.

Mercedes arched up to meet Corey, urging him in further. "Come on, Core," he pleaded, his own just as hard.

"Shhh," Marisol murmured when Cobra whined. He gently thrust inside his love, slowly at first and then rapidly as Cobra's whines turned into moans.

((Kay, bye!))

Knightmare nodded in appreciation. "But, er, where will you take me?"

"I didn't plan on it," Halo replied. "I just need some food in my belly and I'll be okay."

Knightmare followed his gaze. Then he searched for Cobra, who was also gone. "Damn," he said. "Looks like it."

Halo nodded. "Unfortunately," he mumbled, fighting off sleep as he lay comfortably against Ranger's chest.

((Sure!))

Knightmare looked around, eying each person. He sighed and leaned back against Twister's car.

Halo allowed himself to be tugged along. He smiled in bliss and climbed into the car. His jaws parted in a huge yawn and he cursed under his breath.

Knightmare frowned. "Thanks, Twist," he said unsure of whether or not he was being sarcastic.

Halo didn't mind. After all, it wasn't as though Ranger and he were a pair. They just slept together sometimes. Maybe someday I'll settle down, Halo thought. Then again, maybe not. He flashed Eiri a grin.

Mercedes arched against his hands, moaning more.

In one swift motion, Marisol flipped them around so that he was on top and Cobra was on the bottom. He swiftly slipped Cobra's pants and boxers off. He teased him for a moment before thrusting deep inside.

"I prefer a man in his twenties," Knightmare replied. "A man who can really take charge, dominate. . . but he has to love and not just want sex."

Halo pressed close. "I'll take Ranger's special home cooking," he said. "Try not to burn the house down, dear."