Technically not a sequel but I couldn't leave _______ where it was	 

Standard Disclaimer. Technically not a sequel but I couldn't leave
Retribution (Acer canadensis) where it was. Please send comments,
questions, compliments, and otters to sdelcul@mail.com The Crown Plaza
Hotel 

Ian MacDonald stepped out of the shower at the Crown Plaza Hotel motel,
ten miles outside of Chicago. He knew he was very lucky to be here; even
he hadn't really believed he would be able to talk himself out of that
last fiasco. How was he supposed to know that penguins couldn't fly? They
were birds weren't they? Oh well, it was over now anyway. 

All over. Unlike before he had no idea what to do now. This had never
happened before. He'd felt weird ever since he had given love a try. He'd
thought Audrey was the one, the one who wouldn't need all the BS to stay
interested. But obviously she hadn't really cared, not enough anyway.  

Only two other people had ever affected him that much. A Mountie and a
cop. In Ian's estimation there were two kinds of people; the saps who
believed the stuff coming out of his mouth and those who knew him for what
he was and stopped paying attention. 

The Mountie had been one of the former. He seemed to completely buy
everything as truth or an unintentional mistake. The cop? Well now, the
cop was another matter altogether. He was of the latter variety, tough as
nails, knew BS when he saw or heard it, but he was different. 

Even after he had to blow up his car he still had tried to help find
Audrey. He'd made it clear that he was being dragged along, but he had
still helped. Ian knew he had the Mountie to thank for that. But no one
had ever hated him and stuck around to help. Plenty of people had hated
him, especially after getting involved, but no one had ever been willing
to help again. 

He did feel bad about the car too. When he borrowed it he had only
intended to get away from everyone and find the restaurant. He never
intentionally hurt anyone or risked their lives. Ray Vecchio had become
his reluctant guardian and hero. After their second meeting he had fully
intended to go somewhere else, far away. But each day brought him closer
to Chicago and each night brought him closer to Ray. Ray's green eyes,
which seemed to reach into his body and see everything. His dreams had
quickly become erotic, focusing always on those eyes, set in a rather
handsome face on a tall lanky body. He'd always gone for taller guys,
although they usually had more hair, but Ray's seemed to fit him.  

All of the dreams were passionate, but not really sexual. Tonight he would
dream again; tomorrow he would find Ray and work on making that dream into
a reality. 

Ah, there it was, Ray's beloved green 1971 Buick Riviera, although this
one seemed to be the 72 model. Must have been difficult to find another
71. It hadn't been difficult to get to Ray's house. He 'd remembered the
address from when the Mountie had attempted to borrow the car. He was
about to get out and ring the doorbell when Ray came out with the Mountie.
 

The Mountie, the Mountie, always with the Mountie. Maybe he's just
dropping him off after dinner. Yeah, that must be it, he thought. He
didn't fully believe it though so he followed the Riv into traffic. 221
West Racine. The Mountie lived here? Poor guy, maybe even literally. Would
explain why he didn't have a car too. 

Rather than just letting the Mountie get out, Ray followed him out of the
car and into the building. Ian followed them up two flights of stairs to
the third floor. Coffee, maybe they're gonna have some coffee before he
goes. That wasn't convincing either because Ray had his arm around the
Mountie's waist as he went in the door. As the door closed behind them
they were already kissing. Ian was shocked. He was too late. Looking back
he could see the unconscious flirting between Ray and the Mountie. He
found himself outside the building. He got into his car and went back to
his hotel. 

He didn't remember getting to his room but he didn't care either. Quickly
he took off his clothes, leaving them on the floor, and got into the bed.
Closing his eyes he breathed deeply, trying to relax. As painful as that
had been, seeing Ray with another man had made him hopelessly aroused. Or
was that hopefully aroused? 

If his mind was confused, his body knew what it wanted to do. Rubbing his
hands across his chest and abdomen the hands became Ray's. Ray's hands
slipping into his mouth as he sucked on its fingers. Ray's hand on his
penis, squeezing roughly. Ray's hand moving to circle his anus before
pushing in. Then Ray's body following where his hands had been, filling
him, wanting him, loving him. And he was coming. Coming for what seemed
like forever, the aftershocks of pleasure letting him coast for several
minutes. 

Then the semen on him began to cool and dry and he opened his eyes to find
himself alone. Always alone. Not bothering to clean up he curled into one
of the pillows, crying until sleep finally claimed him. Alone.