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Mercedes lay back with his eyes closed, panting heavily. "Corey. . . please don't ever sleep with another man. . ."

Marisol glanced over in time to see him cry. He reached over and patted him on the arm. Then, he drove right by the coffee place and continued on until they were deep within a residential district. He pulled up to a house and killed the engine. "This way, the coffee's free," he said with a wink.

Knightmare jabbed his thumb at Ranger and the other racer. "It was Ranger," he replied.

Halo tilted his head. "I'd rather come with you," he said. "After all, you won't be here forever. . . "

Mercedes moaned against his lips and released shortly after.

"He's only interested in that Mercedes," Marisol told him as they drove down the street. He shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said to Cobra. "You came all this way for nothing."

((Catch ya later))

Mercedes gripped the seat with his hands and wrapped his legs around Corey. He moaned deeply as Corey thrust inside.

Marisol unlocked the door and took off when Cobra was inside. "Thanks, I take good care of it," he said. "So what county you from cause it's not this one?"

"More," Mercedes begged. "Please."

Marisol nodded. "Alright," he agreed. "You can leave your car here. We'll take my cruiser."

Mercedes moaned and arched against the door. "C-Corey," he whispered, tensing in his lover's mouth.

Marisol nodded. "We're cousins," he said. "But I loved him more than that."

((Kay))

"You open it," Mercedes taunted moving so that his back rested against the passenger door.

"I'm Officer Marisol Curse," Marisol replied. Wait, had he said cutie?

Mercedes smiled sweetly. "You need to hurry up and help me or I'll release without you," he said teasing.

Marisol sighed. "Yeah, he's a great kisser too," he agreed. "Who are you? I haven't seen you around here. . ."

Mercedes began to make a noise deep in his throat. It was a sound of pleasure, a soft moaning noise. He moved his hand to rest on Corey's thigh.

Marisol jerked in surprise. "Mercedes? Hell no," he said. "I love Officer Corey Curse but that damn street racer. . . "

Mercedes smiled and looked up at Corey's face. He understood the expression, he had had the same one when he was in the hospital. "It's okay, I'm sure," he assured his lover.

Marisol eyed the racer warily.

Mercedes blushed. He rested his head on Corey's shoulder as they drove. "I know," he said. "And it is only slightly faster than your cruiser."

Marisol narrowed his gaze. "Nothing you need to know," he replied. Then, because he just needed to talk to someone, anyone, added, "It's just that I'm in love with one of the men in that car but. . . someone else took him. . . "

Marisol nodded as he watched the corvette drive slowly away. That wasn't Mercedes driving. He ground his teeth together angrily when he noticed the figure leaning across to his cousin's silhouette. "Yes, I do," he growled.

Mercedes stroked his hand as Corey shifted and began down the street. "I know," he purred. "I love it. . . almost as much as I love you."

Mercedes leaned over. "You'll be fine," he whispered in his ear. "You can take it slowly." He grabbed Corey's hand and guided it to the key, helping him flip it on. Then he guided it to the shifter and helped him to pull it into reverse. "Go on."

Marisol narrowed his eyes. "What's it matter?" he demanded. "I er, heard a rumor, that's all."

Marisol peered out the window at the strange man. He appeared to be a racer. "I don't think that that is any business of yours," he responded.

Mercedes smiled back at Corey. He buckled himself up, still in the passenger's seat. "Let's go then."

"I'm 18," Knightmare replied. "I lost my first race this morning but it was a close one."

Halo grinned. "I always have time for you Ranger," he purred. "And I'd love to have that space."

((^^ Sorry I disappeared. G'night. I'll be back tomorra))

Mercedes moaned against Corey's warm lips, thankful that he had decided to let Corey in. When they parted, he looked at the key in the ignition. "Let's drive somewhere. . . I. . . Let's go somewhere and do something. . . in here," he said. Then, with doe-like eyes. "You know what the sound of the engine does to me. . ."

((Cobra can hook up with Marisol if you want. Just thought of that.))

Mercedes had his hand on the key in the ignition. He was still crying but . . . those words. . . even muffled through the car's window. Those words had begun to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart and glue them back together. But. . . if Corey did it once, then he could most certainly do it again. Suddenly, he realized how torn Pop must have been when Espresso cheated on him. But Espresso said he was drunk, he reminded himself. Even so, Pop had been able to forgive him despite his brother's misgivings and Mercedes'. If I leave I'll never forgive myself if I never see him again. . . he thought. He gulped then climbed over the center console and into the passenger seat. Then he looked out the window at Corey, beckoning him inside with his eyes.

((Look at this: http://tbbishixo.deviantart.com/#/d54... . . . It's Mercy!! My sister just drew it!))

Mercedes grabbed his keys roughly and stood. "No, you don't have to," he said coldly. "I'll just be on my way." He set his hand on the door, hesitating. What if Corey just let him go? Well, then he'd know that he wasn't right for Corey. He opened the door and climbed in.

((I know))

((O.o Hahahaah I forgot about that too! You're right, it is dyed!))

Mercedes noticed that Corey was home. He had spoken to Cobra already? Then he began to panic. I bet he's worried about me because I'm not here and said I would be, he thought and hurried into the house. He was about to call out when he heard a scream from the other room. He froze. That sounded like. . . Cobra? No. No. No. Mercedes thought even as he felt his heart shatter. He gulped and crept towards the bedroom. He peered into the room from the cracked door. Sure enough, there was Cobra riding Corey. He felt tears well up in his eyes. Mercedes turned and ran away from the door, back into the garage. He fished his keys out of his pocket and dropped them on the floor. Shakily, he bent to pick them up and then just dropped to his knees, hands balled into fists on the floor in front of him, crying.

((Even though Mercedes has black hair :P))

Mercedes sighed. "Well, I should be going home. I told Corey that that's where I'd be," he said.

Pop nodded and rose with Mercedes. They hugged. "I'll catch ya later," Pop said. He then pulled his Mobile out and dialed Espresso.

Mercedes walked out, got in his corvette, and headed home.

((Hahaha))

Pop shrugged. "Alright then," he said. "You seen Trick lately?"

Mercedes shook his head. "No, why?"

"I was just wondering if he was still burned up about the incident with that. . . er I mean, with your lover boy," Pop replied.

Mercedes frowned. "I don't know, maybe not?"

Pop chuckled. "Hey, Spress and I are going to dinner in a bit, wanna come?"

Mercedes laughed. "No thanks. I don't need to see you two getting intimate."

"Good, I wasn't serious anyway. . . I just knew it'd make you laugh," Pop said. Then, "I'll send you pictures since you can't make it."

((Hahaha, I forgot about Marisol!))

Pop slugged Mercedes in the arm. "Cheer up. I'll buy you a drink," he said.

"No, that's fine, I don't need one," Mercedes replied.

Pop frowned. "You must be really upset."

Mercedes glared at him. "Just leave it. You wouldn't understand. . . "