Title: Bounce With Me
Author: JR
Archive: yes
Category: Action/Adventure, Drama
Rating: NC-17
Summary: An old enemy tries to get rid of Henry again.
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Important Note: This story was written before I'd seen Renunciation.

"Baby boy rockin'
 Freakin' me up
 Baby boy fine
 All mi-hi-hi-hine!"

Chandler was going up and Henry was going down. But as far as Chandler was concerned, Henry could stick his fucker up his ass all night.

"Bounce with me, bounce with me." Henry humped him deeper and gave Chandler overwhelming sensations from his sweet spot.

"Yes, yeeessss..."

"Baby boy so hot 'n lush
 Got what I need to feed the rush
 Daddy fuck baby boy all night
 Daddy fuck baby boy right."

"Uu, baby, bounce with me."

"Heennn," Chandler whined, straining up against him for more. "Mmph, uh, huhhhh..."

"Cuz sweet baby boy's tight slick fire
 Baby boy gets all my lovin'
 Mm, aw, yeah
 Gonna slide up baby's hole
 Daddy gonna lose control."

Chandler felt lights bursting in his head. "Da-ddy... Uh,uh,uh..."

"My baby boy gotta have some love
 My baby boy gotta have some."

Henry bent down and sucked and licked the tender white skin of Chandler's neck.

"Mmph, uhh..." Chandler tightened his grip on his lover and clenched and unclenched his fingers. Henry kept poking harder and harder up his ass, pounding his prostate.

"Who's your daddy, huh? Who's your daddy, baby?"

"You are."

"You my baby?" Henry rammed into him faster and faster.

"Yes, yes, fuckin' give it to me, daddy!" More lights burst inside his head and he was rocking too fast for coherent thought. "Harder, daddy, daddy, harder!" He held onto Henry tightly as the crooning black man practically lifted him off the mattress they were fucking so hard. He never wanted it to stop.

Henry gasped beautifully and Chandler felt his cool fluid run inside him. Chandler kissed his puffy lips as his mind slowly floated back from its Henry-sexed haze.

"Mmh, baby, baby," Henry cooed into his swollen mouth and sank down on top of him.

"Hen, you rock my world."

"You done wore me out, baby. Whew, daddy's gone be out for the count for the rest of the night."

"But I want more," Chandler pouted.

Henry chuckled. "That's my baby. So sweet you like a piece a' sugar that melts in my mouth. Mmhm."

"Mm," Chandler whined as Henry started to pull out of him.

"I know, baby, but your legs are gone get all cramped up if we stay like this."

Chandler relented and sighed when Henry got between his legs and gave them a thorough massage.

"Thought so," Henry whispered. He laid down and Chandler turned to face him, worming his legs between Henry's and snuggling as close as he could.

"Baby can go to sleep now."

Smythe murmured incoherently as he fell asleep.

***

Chandler drummed his fingers on his desk irritatedly. Catching up on reports really sucked. Now that he thought about it these typewriters really sucked too. Why couldn't they have computers like every other slob?

Something hit him in the back. He turned around and watched Henry studiously read a report. His lips twitched in a smile and he turned back around. A few seconds went by and another ball of paper hit him. He picked it up and unwaded it. Bounce with me, baby, it read. A lusty mist came to his blue eyes and he swung around in his chair and regarded his partner with a sultry grin. Henry looked at him devilishly.

"Where do you wanna go out for lunch today?"

The grin faded from McNeil's face. "You better just bring me somethin' back, man. I gotta finish these reports and I don't wanna have to stay late."

"I'll just bring something back for both of us."

"Awright," Henry grinned again and watched Chandler leave.

Chandler strolled a lazy path back to work. He carried their lunch in his right hand. He couldn't wait to get back to his place tonight so he and Henry could rock the cradle. He jumped when something hard poked him in the lower back.

"Don't move, homes."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I ain't robbin' yo ass. Just do what I say and I won't kill you."

"What do you want?"

"See the white wheels with the black jag down the side? Get in it and don't try nothin' or I'll kill yo ass."

Chandler's unknown assailant jabbed him with the point of his gun. Chandler walked slowly to the car, hoping someone, anyone would notice something and stop them, but no one did.

"See that blindfold on the seat? Put it on or I'll shoot you in the face."

"Alright, alright." Chandler put it on. The man tied his hands quickly but securely behind his back. The driver side door slammed seconds after the passenger side did and the car was in motion.

"Who are you? Where are you taking me?"

"Don't worry. That blindfold ain't comin' off. But I'd keep yo mouth shut unless you want me to kill you."

Chandler sighed and remained silent for the rest of the way. He thought about Henry and how he would still be at the office waiting for him to come back with the food.

When the car stopped, he was hustled inside a room and tied to a chair. He flexed his hands, but the ropes were too tight. He could hear his kidnapper breathing in front of him.

"What's yo name?"

"Chandler."

"How long you been with McNeil?"

"Who?"

His captor punched him in the stomach making him gasp for air.

"Don't shit me, man. I saw you with him on the street. He's an agent and so are you."

"Yeah, so what. Figured there was a good chance you might be a Morlock."

"Yeah, I'm a Molockie, but right now I'm just Mo."

"So what have you got against Henry, Mo?" Chandler sneered. His head snapped to the side as Mo slapped him hard across the face.

"Feisty little thing, ain't ya? Probably why the M went for you."

Chandler remained silent, refusing to tell anything about his private life with Henry. Course fingers felt his cheek and he tried unsuccessfully to move away.

"Yeah, Henry always had a thing for the cream, the sweet cream. Don't look like he's changed much. You a creamy baby just like Bev."

Smythe frowned his revulsion from the other man's touch. "Why'd you kidnap me?"

"To get at the ol' M again 'n mess with his shit. Me 'n him, we go way back. But don't worry, baby cream, I ain't gone kill you."

A cold fist balled up in Chandler's stomach as the other man took his shoes and socks off.

***

For the hundredth time, Henry wondered where Chandler was. He was hours overdue. McNeil had settled for something from the vending machine, but he kept hoping Chandler would show up. He had tried calling him, but he wasn't answering. He hadn't even made any real progress on his reports because he kept thinking about Chandler. He decided to go home and see if Chan was there. As he stepped outside, his cell phone rang.

"Yo."

"You an easy man to getta hold of, M."

"Motherfucker. I ain't believin' this shit. Is that you, Mo?"

"Uh-huh."

"Shit. I can't believe yo punk ass is still alive."

"Sorta. I'm Molockin' these days."

"Uh-huh. Figures. How the hell did you get this number?"

"Yo man Chandler was sweet enough to let me use his cell."

"Dammit!" For a moment, he thought of Bev. "I'm gone kill yo ass for sure, stupid motherfucker. What the hell have you done to him, man? If you even touched him, I'm gone cut your heart out."

"M, M, why you wanna be frontin' me all the time? I ain't been messin' with yo cream."

"Yo lyin' ass is in deep shit, Mo."

"Bet yo brain is burnin' up thinkin' I been sippin' yo cream. When I saw yo black ass with him on the street, I just knew he was more than yo homey. I know the M and you ain't with someone 'less you bouncin' 'em. He's the baby cream sho 'nuff."

"You livin' on borrowed time."

"But you know what? He ain't like Bev for me, homes."

"Then why the fuck did you nab him, dumb ass?"

"Cause you livin', fool. And I wanted to get you pissed before I killed you. Permanently."

"We'll see about that."

"Yo cream's been real sweet especially after I lit some matches under his feet."

"AW, YOU STUPID SHIT! YOU ARE DEAD. DO YOU HEAR ME? DEAD."

"Says you."

"I wanna talk to him, man."

"Bein' such a generous individual, I'll let you get a word in just for ol' times sake." Wheeler put the phone to Chandler's face.

"Chan? You there, baby?"

"Hen-"

Wheeler took the phone back. "See? Yo baby's cool."

"I'll be the judge a' that. Where do we meet?"

"Come to my place at midnight. 143 Deegan Drive. And don't bring none a' those ass holes from the Corps. I'm gone be watchin' out the window with my smoker pointed to yo baby's skull."

"No shit, fool. I'm there. And my man better be there too."

"He will be. See ya, sucker."

Henry rushed home and got ready. He filled two guns with blood-soaked ammo and he hid two knives on his person. No way that ass would be prepared for his artillery. He thought of Beverly once again. "I got yo number, Mo. You think it's gonna be like Cleveland, but you dead wrong, fool. And I know yo punk ass ain't got any smarter either."

He opened the drawer to his nightstand and pulled a leather journal out. Inside the back cover was a picture of himself and Chan that they had taken with a timed camera. Chandler was smiling sweetly and Henry ran his finger over his smiling image. "You just keep the faith, baby. I'm gone make that fool sorry he was ever born. Then I'm gone kill him for touchin' you. Then I'm gonna kill him for hurtin' you. Don't worry, baby boy, you gonna be back with me soon enough." He tucked the photo back inside the journal carefully and hid the journal away.

At five minutes till midnight, McNeil turned onto Deegan Drive and parked in front of 143. It was a small rundown house with a cracked driveway. To Henry's surprise, he saw Mo's ride from Cleveland parked in front. The same1970 Buick GSX that Wheeler had driven back in the days. The only difference was it was white instead of green. Refinished most likely. He strolled up to the car and ran his hand over the hood. Poor sucker didn't have a clue, did he? He smiled.

He walked up to the door and pushed the door bell. When he heard footsteps, he ran back over to Mo's car and hid on the opposite side. Light spilled out of the house as Mo's big frame opened the door.

"Where are you, man? I know you're here. Come out right now or I'll waste yo baby."

"I'm right here, fool." Henry jumped up and emptied one gun into the Apollo white Buick.

"That's my ride, man! Damn!" Mo leaped out into the open and drew his gun. But McNeil was ready for him and pulled his other gun and filled Mo with holes. Wheeler flopped down on the ground and grunted a few times before becoming totally silent.

Henry walked over to him and stood over him a minute before he ground his foot into the dead Morlock's chest. "How you like that, ass hole?" He shot Wheeler in the head.

A second of silence pasted and then Smythe's voice called to him.

"Henry! Hen, are you okay?"

"Chan! Chan, I'm comin'!" He ran inside and found Chandler tied up and blindfolded by the window.

"Chan, I'm here, baby."

"Hen, thank god. Are you hit?"

"Naw, baby."

He finished untying him and took his blindfold off. Chandler threw his arms around his neck and Henry hugged him tightly.

"Missed you, baby."

"He was one bad dude, Hen. He kept sayin' how creamy I was and Beverly, on and on about Beverly."

"Shit. Fool always was obsessed with her. But not my baby, couldn't have my baby." Henry kissed the pouty lips he loved, thankful that they were not damaged.

"Hen, who was she?"

"I'll tell ya on the way to the doctor. I know about your feet. Did he hurt you anywhere else?"

"No, he punched me in the stomach a few times, but what he did to my feet hurt the worst."

Henry kissed him again. "Aw right, let me take a look." He examined the bottoms of his feet carefully. "Mm, come on, baby. Put your arms around my neck and I'll carry you out to the car." Chandler complied and Henry lifted him up into his arms.

"Your ride alright?"

"Yeah. I shot up Mo's ol' clunker."

Chandler laughed. He saw some of the bullet holes in the windshield and on the hood as they went by. Henry set him down gently in the passenger seat and they were on their way.

"What was the deal with him, Hen?"

"Well, baby, way back in Cleveland when I was doin' the night clubs I met this white chic named Beverly Kools. Total knockout and had the creamiest skin a brother'd ever seen. We hit it off and me and her were spinnin' at the disco every night. Back then Monroe Wheeler was a just another street punk with a big fro and some flashy wheels. Called himself MoWheels. Dude was totally hung up on his ride. One day he gets it into his head that Bev is his lady and he starts hasslin' her. Came up to us one night in the club and tried to take her away. But she let his ugly mug have it and I kicked his ass right there on the floor. I gave him some a' my Bruce Lee."

Chandler smiled knowingly at him and encouraged him to continue.

"Didn't see his wupped ass for a week. Then one night Bev and I were walkin' down the street late. He drove up and shot us both through the passenger side widow. Killed Bev instantly."

"Oh god, Henry."

"I was layin' on the sidewalk next to her with a bullet in my chest. He comes up to us and kicks Bev around then he shot me in the head."

"Hen."

"I know, baby. Never found out what happened to him after I got in the Corps. In a way, I'd always hoped he was dead and in hell. But I always knew if I had the chance to kill him I would take it."

"He deserved it."

"Yeah. When he called me and said he had you, I freaked out. I was afraid he would kill you right there on the phone."

"He threatened to do it enough times."

"But I got him back, Chan. I finally got him. I got him for you and Bev and me."

"You did, Hen."

Henry looked over at Chandler's blue eyes and absorbed the comfort shining out of them.

"We'll be at the doc's soon," he promised and drove faster.

Fortunately Chandler only had minor burns and after his feet had been soaked in cold water and wrapped in clean white bandages Henry took him home.

Mace was up late watching TV as they went through the lobby. He watched McNeil tote Smythe by his desk. "What happened, ya'll? Same ol' same ol'?"

"Goddamn Morlocks," Henry replied in passing.

"You get better, Chandler." Mace's voice reached them as they got into the elevator.

"He's a nice guy," Chandler murmured as he snuggled his head on Henry's shoulder.

"Mmhm and you tired, baby boy."

It would be daylight in a few hours so McNeil just put Smythe in bed and lay down with him. It was wonderful just to lie against him and feel his warm skin and smell him again. Mo was dead for good and that part of his past was finally over. He had Chandler and he planned to keep him and never look back.

"By the way, you aren't going to work tomorrow."

"Oh, I'm not, huh?"

Chandler snuggled closer. "Nope, I need my daddy all day."

Henry cuddled him. "You got me, baby."

The End