THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Trevor

Written by Lady Poetess
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Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

ONE

"Housewarming party this Saturday!" Or so Nicholas Brendon wanted
to say, if he hadn't tripped over a box in his path. "My CD
collection," he cried as he watched the large box in his hands fly
across the room.

"Got it." Marc Blucas caught the box and held it with seemingly
little effort. "Where should this go?"

Nicky who had been struggling with that box tried to speak.
Finally, he gave up and nodded at the direction of his bedroom. He
also wished he had Marc's strength. That would be cool for once.

"Move it!" James Marsters pushed past Nicky while trying to juggle
a heavy box in his hands. "This is the last time I do you any
favors. What is in this fucking box? Your porn collection? It sure
weighs like it."

Nicky felt heat creep up the back of his neck. It was his porn
collection. It was okay, he wasn't ashamed of it, except that yes,
he was ashamed to admit that watching porn was the closest he ever
got to the real thing. His cursed stutter was coming back too.
Fuck. "Uh..." He swallowed. "P-p-p..." Get a grip!

Finally Marc took pity and took the box out of James' hands. He
was carrying it to Nicky's bedroom with an ease both other men
never exhibited with that fucking box.

"Why is it that we are doing all the carrying and lifting?" James
asked Nicky, "we" indicating both he and Marc, in between pants.

"Man, you guys, give me a break. Don't I get any respect even at
my own place?" Nicky asked desperately.

"Oh, I respect you. At twenty-seven, you finally moved out of your
parents' house. Bravo." James had a way of making that sound less
than awe-inspiring. "Fuck that, there are nothing left to lift, so
I'm going home to get ready for a date. Now we're even, Nicky."

Nicky sighed as he sat on a box, looking at the now deserted
living room. He felt like the most incompetent loser in the world.
He was one, he guessed. "I..." he said aloud, then paused as
frustration welled in him. What could he say?

"Well, that's about it," Marc said, rolling down his sleeves as he
walked back into the room. A kinder man than Nicky, he never had a
hard word to say to him. In fact, unlike James who had to be
blackmailed into helping Nicky, Marc agreed to help without
hesitation, even if Marc was just a friend Nicky met through a bad
date (bad in the date's opinion). Marc was that kind of guy who
had this steady, realiable air around him that make losers like
Nicky cling to like a pathetic barnacle. "Want to join me and
Brian" - Marc's boyfriend - "for dinner?"

"Please don't pity me," Nicky said miserably.

"I'm not pitying you," said Marc gently. "It's just that you have
moved into a room of your own, and it will be lonely the first few
days you're here." Especially when Nicky had no real friends -
only people who tolerated him - which Nicky knew Marc would never
say aloud.

"Thanks for the invitation but I just want to be alone," Nicky
told him. "And thanks for the help."

"It's okay." Marc patted Nicky's shoulders reassuringly. He was
just one year older than Nicky, yet the disparity of their
personalities seemed decades apart. "I understand. I moved into
New York, alone for the first time with Brian in tow, and I was so
lonely back then it almost drove me mad. But it becomes better
with time."

Nicky bit back a humorless laugh. He put on his usual clown-joker
can't-hurt-me defiant mask and smiled back at Marc, even if his
face muscles strained with the pretense. "But you got over it. I
envy you, Marc. You're strong in every way that counts."

"Yeah? That was me who couldn't find anyone to talk to that day we
met at Stephen Gately's party. I was so grateful when you talked
to me."

"I was just as grateful." Nicky smiled, genuine warmth this time.
"Thanks, Marc."

"Hey, we're friends. Please, join us for dinner."

Nicky stared at Marc in amazement. "Friends"? Even if Nicky was
clumsy and keep saying the wrong things in a voice that seemed to
irritate people and... friends? No, that was not him tearing up.
No, he just needed something to wipe his eyes.

"Okay," he said in a soft, vulnerable voice he never knew he had.

He had thought that moving out was a step up in the right
direction for him. Now, he believed for the first time that
somehow, that might be really true for losers like him.




TWO

Trevor was in a foul mood. When he was in a foul mood, he had so
much rage in him that the only way he could stay cool was by
hurting people. Ordinary people would be in trouble if they were
like Trevor. Trevor, however, was no ordinary person.

Just someone who was very good at getting out of trouble, someone
who even now pressed the sole of his expensive leather shoe over
the battered and bloody man on the ground. Ignoring the man's
choked cry, he rested his whole weight on that sole for three
painful seconds before walking over the man.

The man on the ground wouldn't be mugging any day soon. Trevor
didn't have any high moral grounds to condemn the man. Thievery
was fair play in his opinion if someone needed money for booze or
coke. It was nothing personal - just the mugger's bad luck that
Trevor had a bad day at work. Bad timing, actually, poor dumb fuck
mugger.

Trevor stepped into the nearby payphone and called the local
hospital to report the mugger's beating. If he had to profile
himself, okay, he would be a psychopath. Actually, he liked to
believe that he was more of a Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Guess which
one he related more to.

Since that injured man was a good punching bag, Trevor decided to
call the hospital. He was nice that way - the least he could do,
really. He didn't bleed - he rarely did - and he had no blood on
his clothes. When he left the alley, he was just another face on
the streets. His anger still raged, and he prowled the streets
until he found another way to release it.



Trevor fell onto his back with a heavy thud. It was quite a shock
- he never was this careless before.

"You okay? I didn't see you coming, and I hope you're not hurt.
I..." A man with the saddest haircut and the stupidest face Trevor
had ever seen was babbling.

Trevor growled when the other man made to help him stand. He rose
to his feet by himself, and checked his trousers. "My trousers are
ruined," said he in a low heated growl.

"I'll pay!" the loser quickly said.

"I don't think so," Trevor said, looking at the other man's cheap
and garish lumberjack shirt, the ugly T-shirt, and faded jeans.

"Oh. Maybe I can pay for the repairs instead?"

Trevor wasn't angry. Now that was a revelation. No anger at this
incident, no burning instinct to wipe the sheepish look off this
loser's face - nothing. "No," said he again as he tried to find a
reason for this anomaly. "It's just a small tear and I can always
fix it myself."

"Look, there's some dirt on your shirt."

The loser made to brush it off. Trevor stepped back. "No, I'll -
fuck!"

The loser tripped on something, and his hand grasped Trevor's
shirt for support. Trevor felt his shirt rip, and winced at the
sound of the loud tearing sound.

"Oops," the loser said as he looked up from his sprawl on the
pavement.

Trevor pulled his torn shirt off his body and slung it over his
shoulders. Then he surprised himself by laughing. It was a small
chuckle at first then soon ripened into full-bodied laughter.
Mirth was a stranger to him, and he sobered fast when he realied
what he'd just done.

"I live nearby. You can borrow something I can wear. Did I say
borrow? No, just take one. I know my shirts are on the cheap side,
but... I think we're the same size."

Trevor hid his scowl. The loser was rather pudgy, his body rounded
and plump rather than tightly muscled without any hint of fat like
Trevor. Trevor knew he looked good in his body, because he had
this obsessive compulsion, according to his old shrink. Maybe he
and the loser shared the same shoe size, but that was all.

But Trevor realized that he rather liked this loser. The loser
reminded Trevor of this puppy he once befriended when he was four
- bubbling with misplaced excitement that amused Trevor even as it
fascinated him.

"Lead the way," he told the loser. "My name's Trevor."

"Oh, I'm Nicky. I just moved here." He mentioned the address of a
lower middle-class suburban street. "I was just getting some vids
from the rental for tonight. Bruce Lee. you like Bruce Lee?"

"No." Trevor walked one step, then two, behind Nicky. Nicky just
babbled on in that enthusiasm perfected by someone who talked to
himself more than to others. Trevor lagged behind, occassionally
grunting in affirmation, at first because he wanted to escape the
babbling, but later because he was transfixed by Nicky's ass
cheeks.

Nicky's plump, rounded curves rubbed against each other as they
bounced slightly with each step the man took, juicy and luscious
to Trevor's heated perusal.

Trevor was getting aroused. Another anomaly. He rarely had sex,
passing months of celibacy until like his fury, his libido became
too much to contain. Then he would pay for someone who wouldn't
mind his rough brand of sex.

Maybe Nicky would like what Trevor had to give.

And maybe it was Nicky's bad luck, but at that moment, it began to
rain.



They were soaked to the bone, Nicky thought as he pushed open his
door. So much for the romantic fantasy he played in his mind -
Trevor would see what a wonderful and misunderstood man Nicky was,
and taken by Nicky's tragic romanticism, he would get down on one
knee and vow eternal love. Of course it wouldn't happen, but Nicky
thought it was a nice fantasy nonetheless. Knowing that it would
not happen was a bummer, however.

Maybe Trevor would need a change of pants too, Nicky thought,
trying to keep a bright spirit. Maybe Trevor would strip and let
Nicky see him naked.

He was a pervert. But he was a twenty-seven year old virgin who
had ample reasons to be perverted.

Trevor was a hunk. Nicky cast the man a surreptitious glance.
Trevor's torso was a splendid tapestry of pure, hard muscles that
would make a Greek statue envious. Rain had left rivulets of water
coursing down the well-formed pectorals, over wine-dark nipples
that stood out erect in the cold, down the sculpted abs... a great
body, indeed. Trevor's face wasn't handsome, but it was a lean and
hungry face that thrilled Nicky into envisioning Trevor as a
dangerous man.

Nicky looked down on his own body and sucked in his stomach. Oh
well, maybe it was time he accepted Marc's invitation to be his
weekend gym partner (Marc's nephew had moved out with some guy of
his own and no longer joined Marc at the gym). His jeans felt a
little too snug recently.

"My place," he told Trevor nervously. "I just moved in, so it's
still a mess."

His place looked like a dump. Nicky was proud of his own place,
but now, he felt ashamed as he wondered what Trevor would think of
this dump and its faded wall paint.

"Nice," Trevor just answered. "Can I get a towel?"

"Sure," Nicky answered quickly. He tripped, however, and crashed
into another sprawl at Trevor's feet. "Maybe I should just shut up
and see where I am going," he concluded miserably.

Trevor crouched down and smiled at Nicky. Nicky gulped as the
smile slowly faded as something resembling... lust?... burned in
Trevor's smiles. Then Trevor lowered his body over Nicky's, his
tall and lean frame pinning Nicky down as effectively as his hands
and hips.

Nicky's hormones boiled as his heart started to hammer painfully
in his chest. Could it be? At last, the oldest male virgin in town
would finally get some! Trevor lifted his lower body, and his hand
moved down to unfasten his trousers. Nicky took the opportunity to
pull his own wet T-shirt over his head. He was unfastening his own
jeans when Trevor pulled Nicky's upper body up and prodded the tip
of his thick cock against Nicky's lips.

Nicky needed no further urging. He hungrily licked at the tip,
tasting the man's salty juices. His first cock, he thought happily
as he tried to then take the cock into his mouth. He loved it. He
loved the taste, the texture, and the way it filled his mouth.
Trevor's fingers held an iron grip on Nicky's curls as Nicky tried
to clumsily suck hard at the cock. Nicky choked when Trevor just
thrust deep, and he made a choked cry when that cock pushed open
his throat and forced itself in. Tears blurred his sight as Trevor
started to rape his mouth. But he only held on, his own body
instinctively reacting to the other man's domination onslaught.

He eased his throat, sucking hard whenever Trevor withdrew his
cock until the man groaned in pleasure and thrust back home where
it belonged. Soon Nicky eased into a rhythm of breathing and
sucking, his hands reaching out to mash Trevor's heavy balls
against his lips and chin whenever the man drove hilt-deep into
Nicky's mouth. He even bit Trevor, and the man surprised him by
growling out to Nicky to bite him again.

He was so lost in this orgy of taste and sensation that Trevor's
ejaculation caught him by surprise. Thick spunk exploded from
Trevor's cock, filling Nicky's mouth and making him gag slightly
as he tried to swallow as much as he could. He did so noisily,
really enjoying the salty taste of virile man.

Trevor lost all strength in his knees as Nicky brought out more
pleasure from him than he could ever recall. He fell back onto his
ass on the floor. Nicky only mewed hungrily as he tried to keep
Trevor's cock in his mouth. Soon, Nicky was bending over Trevor,
hungily moving his mouth up and down the shaft the fast-reviving
cock, not stopping until he was rewarded with yet another rich
meal of spunk. And he still wanted more. Trevor closed his eyes
and hoped he would survive this maddened cocksucker's onslaught.




THREE

"More... more..." Nicky licked at the remnants of Trevor's last
ejaculation at the man's cock slit, stabbing at the opening with
the tip of his tongue. His tongue probbed into the sensitized
slit, drawing a hiss from Trevor, but Nicky didn't care. His
throat burned from the incessant cock sucking, and he still
couldn't quench the taste of spunk from his throat after drinking
off Trevor's saliva as well as water. "Come on, Trev, get hard you
big son of a bitch."

Trevor laughed. Nicky wouldn't let go. Even when Trevor needed to
piss, the other man wouldn't take his mouth off him. He drank
everything that came out of Trevor's cock like a pro. But this
time he wanted more. He placed his fingers around Nicky's throat
and with a firm but gentle motion, nudged Nicky's chin up, letting
the man know that he had indulged the man long enough.

He knew he looked a sight to Nicky. Not only was his cock red from
Nicky's rough administrations, his crotch fur was a mess and there
were scratches and bruises all over his thighs and lower stomach.
It felt glorious. Nicky too sported a slightly bleeding lower lip
and he bruised where Trevor manhandled him. Rare and unexpected
concern rose in him as he checked Nicky's face and neck for any
actual damage. Finding none, he noted that Nicky was in fact
glowing with life, and there was a gleeful shine in his eyes.

Nicky would make a perfect bitch.

Trevor touched a scratch on his face, and licked the blood from
his fingers. He usually killed those who marked him in any way,
but for this, for Nicky, he would wear the scars with pride.

"Patience, Nicky," he murmured and gripped Nicky's chin tight
enough to cause pain when the other man made to swoop down on his
cock once more. "There's more to fucking than blow jobs."

Nicky gasped in pain, but he just grinned defiantly. "My ass? Will
it be as good as me taking you in the mouth? I don't know, you
see, I've never done anything this wild and glorious before in my
life!"

Trevor didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything. He stared
dumbly at Nicky's wild, almost crazed, but definitely glowing
face, a face so beautiful in its glow an vivacity. He wondered -
did he do this? - and he touched Nicky's face gently, the first
sign of gentleness he displayed to the man. Something in him had
cracked and started to bleed when he saw Nicky's coming to life,
and he didn't care. He embraced the pain and pleasure.

"I will try to make your first time as good as I can," he vowed.

"And after that can I fuck you too?"

Trevor nodded. He was still dumb-struck a little. Nicky only
widened his grin as he clumsily rolled over and lifted himself on
his hands and knees. His shoulders rose and fell in noticeable
anticipation as he lifted his plump buttocks and swayed them at
Trevor's face. "Like this?" he asked as Trevor chuckled in
bemusement. "Be gentle, okay?"

"Gentle?" Trevor asked mockingly as he moved on his knees towards
Nicky. Nicky's rosy ass bud clenched and opened invitingly, and
without any preliminaries, Trevor pressed his cock head, widening
the bud, and then thrust home roughly. The tearing friction almost
drove him into spilling his load, but miraculously he held himself
in check. Nicky gave a cracked sob as his entire body shuddered in
protest against the splitting of his untrained anus, but Nicky,
uninitiated in the ways of pain, finally lost control, arched his
back in pain, and let out a howl of pain-pleasure.

Trevor took this opportunity to place his hand between Nicky's
teeth. As he started fucking the man, he felt Nicky's teeth bite
down, and he cried out as his senses flared beyond the limits of
sanity, fuelled by the pain and the feel of blood dripping freely
down his torn flesh. His own cock tore Nicky open, blood staining
his shaft as he withdrew and thrust home in brutal, shallow
thrusts.

The climax tore them both like a cataclysm. Trevor came like a man
possessed, every muscle in his body straining as he poured himself
into Nicky's greedy asshole. Nicky was convulsing and sobbing his
pleasure in incoherent mewlings, his own cock spurting his semen
onto the bed in sync with the pulsing pleasure of his badly
ravaged ass.

Trevor groaned, a defeated man, and collapsed onto Nicky.

"I won," Nicky gasped, correctly interpreting Trevor's dazed
expression. "I'm one good fuck, huh?"

Trevor looked at his bleeding and torn hand, at Nicky's blood-
stained lips, and felt the crack in him break even more. "You are
one hot fuck," he conceded. "You take it like no one else could."

And then he kissed Nicky. Their lips met, and they shared Trevor's
blood between them as they deepened their kiss. Their hunger
flared back to life, spiraling into an uncontrollable need as
their hands began clawing at each other. This time, Trevor
bottomed, and Nicky, while clumsy and unpractised, showed as much
potential as he did as a bottom.



Nicky had a secret. He felt as if he was living a secret life. By
day, he worked as a 7-11 boy like always, the affable, good-
natured loser whom everybody took for granted. His boss chewed on
him, kids deliberately try to run him down with their skateboards
as he walked home, and homeless people pestered him for booze
money. But at home, in the privacy of his room, Trevor made all
his erotic fantasies come true. Fuck, be fucked, suck, be sucked,
and everything he wanted, Trevor did and let him do to him.

He told his parents that he was okay. He was. He told them that he
was living a nice life with a nice guy. He was.

Trevor was crazy, he knew that. Only a crazy man would accelerate
his car and do a hit-and-run on Nicky's fucking annoying boss,
causing the man to land in the hospital for broken legs (both of
them). Only a crazy man would give Nicky an automatic and taught
him how to use it. Nicky thought that Trevor was the sweetest man
alive to even care about Nicky in those simple little things.

Wasn't that all that mattered? Simple little things?

After their first fuck, Nicky awoke to an empty bed. He cried in
the bathroom, out of despair because even as he anticipated this,
knowing that Trevor was gone hurt more than he expected. But
Trevor knocked on the door that evening after Nicky came home from
work, and lifted a single sports bag.

"I think it's easier if I leave some clothes here with you. And
I'll be bringing my laptop and work too, if you don't mind."

Nicky nodded, unable to believe this. "I can spare some space in
my bathroom."

"Oh, and don't worry about the landlady of yours anymore," added
Trevor. "I just bought this whole place, or rather, it will be
mine by the end of this week. Treat me nice and I'll even deed it
to you."

"I... I... d-d-don't know what to say."

"Just shut up and let me in then. I want your ass."

Nicky quickly let him in.



FOUR

Julian McMahon relaxed his guard and lowered his automatic when he
saw the man coming out of the shadows. "Trevor," he said in a tone
that hinted of disgust.

Trevor let his hands remain high in the air - a gesture of peace.
"I don't have anything on me."

"I heard scuffles earlier."

"That's just me, killing off that pest Antoine."

Julian lifted one brow in surprise. Antoine was Trevor's mentor.
No, mentor wasn't the correct word. Antoine used to be Julian's
comrade, until Julian decided to leave the shadow organization
they both belonged to. Julian had trained Trevor - and Trevor
chose to stay behind with Antoine and the rest.

"Then why did you summon me here?" Julian asked. "You've just
signed a death wish."

"Don't worry. I'm a careful guy. Antoine wasn't even supposed to
be here tonight, but laying low in Tuscany. Nobody would miss him
until too late."

"Where did you leave the body?" asked Julian.

"In the freezer."

Julian made a sound of disgust. "How many times did I tell you to
be more subtle? We're not in a noir film."

"I ground him up using the meat grinder first, pack him up, and
place him in three big bags of minced meat."

"Now that's more like it," said Julian approvingly.

"Confess, I'm better than you expected. Your exit was a mess. You
left six dead men behind. Me, I left no trace behind."

"Don't get too cocky. You're not invincible." Julian stared at
Trevor as the other man's words finally sank in. " You want out?
What is it you want with me, Trevor?" he asked again, this time in
a more steely tone.

"Three men tried to kill your Kane last night," Trevor started to
say carefully.

"And you'll tell me who sent them."

"In return, I want you to teach me how to..." Trevor hesitated,
but what was pride now? "How to be like you. I met a guy, Julian,
and I want something that is just like you and Kane have."

"Okay, who sent them?"

"That guy who you almost killed for Kane." Trevor saw Julian's
smug look. "You knew."

"Yeah. But our deal still stands. You always were my best
student."

"I'm your only student." Trevor sighed. "I used to think that you
were a fool to find squeamishness in the kill. But I also envied
you. You were the coolest assassin I knew, and it ate at me that I
was never good enough to be one. Now I envy you, for different
reasons."

Julian tucked his gun in the holster at his belt. "They will want
you dead for what you did to Antoine. You will bring danger to
your man. Can you live with that?"

"That's where you can help me."

Julian shook his head and gave a sigh/chuckle. "Fine. I'll send
you a to friend of mine. Brian Littrell knows all about handling
this type of mess, better than me." He pushed a business card in
Trevor's shirt pocket, and turned to leave.

And Trevor walked beside him easily, as if they had done this so
many times before. "I heard that you killed two of those men with
a knife. Not your style."

"That was Kane who did them in." Pride surfaced in Julian's voice
as he said that. "He took them down like a pro." He made a
slitting motion with his hand. "I couldn't have taught him any
better. So, Trev, tell me about this guy who made you see the
light."

Trevor pushed his hands into his jeans pocket and told Julian.

And they walked into the night, like two long-time friends
discussing the most innocent of ordinary subjects.



Nicky opened his eyes when someone switched on the light.

"I'm sorry," Trevor said as he switched it off again. "I didn't
hear you sleeping on the couch."

"Hah, I bet you can see and hear me even in the dark," Nicky said.

Trevor eased himself beside Nicky on the couch. "That's right, so
I can. Are you staying up for me?"

"No."

"Hah, I bet you were." Trevor grinned as he saw Nicky's face in
the dim light from the outside through the window. "Afraid I won't
come back?"

"Yeah. Maybe." Nicky pulled the blankets up to his neck. "Why
should you? You don't know me, and you'll soon realize what a
loser I am. Clumsy, awkward, socially inept, that's me, you know.
I'm only good at making people laugh at me."

"You make me laugh, but it's a good sort of laugh. Let me be
honest, Nicky. You know I'm not a nice or even normal guy. In you,
I see a wildness, some uncontrollable passion for so many things
you can never have. I can understand that wildness. Let me give
you those things you want, Nicky." Trevor touched Nicky's lips,
silencing him. "I can't make you funny, handsome, charming, or
give you many friends who will make you laugh and be happy. What I
can give you is me, what money I have, and my confession that to
me, you are funny, handsome, charming, and I will be the friend
who will try my best to make you laugh and be happy. Nicky? Will
that be enough?" He removed his fingers.

"I... it sounds g-g-great," Nicky said shakily. "No one has ever
said things like that to me before, and I need some time to
readjust my thoughts." He sobbed as Trevor kissed away a tear
falling down Nicky's cheek.

"I'm sorry I'm not a charming and normal guy that will give you a
normal life you deserve," Trevor said softly.

"But you are all I ever dream of, Trev," Nicky reassured him.
"Wait until I tell Marc about this. James will eat envy as he sees
me with a hunky, splendid catch like you. Goddamn fuck, this is...
hell, this is... I... Hell!" He just let out a whoop instead.

Trevor watched, the cracks in him spreading all across the icy
wall of his soul until it finally shattered to pieces. Warmth,
unfamiliar warmth flooded him, and he knew he had done the right
thing, this wanting Nicky. Nicky was his. Only his, as he was
Nicky's. "You sure, Nicky? I'm a sick, cruel man. It's an until
death do we part, and even then I will fight all the demons of
hell and break down the gates of heaven just to claim you back.
You want that? You want me?" One last chance.

Nicky traced the scars along Trevor's left cheek with his hand.
His brand. His mark. "Yeah. Besides, where else will I get so much
good sex?"

Trevor laughed, hiding his relief and that sole tear from his eyes
by pushing Nicky down the couch and kissing him hard. As he
plunged his cock into Nicky, as he fucked the man hard, he sealed
their fates and heralded a new phase of his life where he tried to
be a normal guy who was Nicky's everything.

He never succeeded in the former, but he succeeded most
wonderfully in the latter. Not that Nicky minded the failure - but
that was another story.