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♫♫ I'm Henry the eighth, I am Henry the eighth, I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry (Henry) She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry Henry the eighth, I am Second verse, same as the first ♫♫

The song was loud, obnoxiously off key and the songster hadn't stopped for the last two hours. One might wonder just whom the 'artist' of the onslaught of ear torture would be? Porsche. Yes, darling Porsche. Worst. Captive. Ever. He was chained to a cement wall in a basement, shirtless and obviously banged up from fighting. On the floor was a half circle in yellow chalk marking just how far he could reach in those chains. They'd learned the hard way that getting with in striking range of this guy was bad news.

They had him there for three days now. Mean while tales of his betrayal being spread like wild fire. Kinn had been the first that the minor family's Vegas had come to, his face bruised and bloodied. Telling Kinn he had over heard Porsche on the phone with someone, saying that Kinn who was showing more than friendly interest in Porsche had taken the bait and soon he would be able to take down the Thai mafia in one move. it was a lie of course but if they wanted to get their mitts on things Porsche and Kinn needed to be at odds. Kinn distracted by his love interest stabbing him in the back then taking off would give them the time needed to get a plan in motion. That brought Porsche here, to his lovely accommodations of cinder block walls, cold floors and when h annoyed them really good, sprays with the hose of ice water.

♫♫ I'm Henry the eighth, I am Henry the eighth, I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry (Henry) She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry Henry the eighth, I am Second verse, same as the first ♫♫

" We wouldn't need to get close to just shoot him." One of the guards in the hallway said to the other two standing by with him. " The bastard told me he was a vegetarian and it was against his religion to eat meat." the third man nodded " Then told me that he was on a carnivore diet and would shit all over the place eating vegetables. Why are we keeping this punk alive again?" the first man spoke up again, " Because if this asshole turns up dead, do you know what Vegas will do to us for messing up his plans?" all three groaned in misery as Porsche started all over again with the singing.

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Kinn looked up with his lips pressed together and nodded. Why the fuck does he feel this shitty? He didn't do it! His grandfather and father did! And now he was telling Porsche as soon as it was safe to do so. He didn't hide any of this intentionally. But he was still terrified that this would be what killed them.

"When my grandfather was in power, he destroyed a rival family to the man. I don't know if anyone remembers their name, honestly, as this is the first I heard of it. There was one survivor, though, a young daughter of the father. I suppose she was about the same age as Korn and Gun and he chose to adopt her. She was raised with them, trained like I was and my brothers. And as I heard, she was my grandfather's favorite while my father and uncle were pitted against each other, like how my brothers and I were.

"The girl managed to leave the family and start her own." There was a small, wistful smile on Kinn's face when he said that. He felt that he and Porsche had almost achieved that as well. "But she was called back and Korn and Gun went to fetch her back. There was a fight, and her husband was shot in front of their family. Because of the trauma, she developed amnesia and doctors haven't been able to help her regain her memories. She is the woman Korn has been hiding away. Why? I... don't have the answers as to what his motivation was."

Kinn took a slow breath. "I haven't met her, yet. She knows Chan, fortunately, so all the changes being made now doesn't shock her too much. I've glanced through her charts, but I can't make much heads or tails of it, really." Daring to shift closer, he reached out to place a steadying hand on Porsche's knee. "Her name is Namphueng Kittisawasd, Porsche." Then his voice cracked and shrank. "I wish I found out sooner. I really do."

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Porsche really really did not like the whole vibe in the air surrounding whatever Kinn had to say. Though Porsche seemed calm on the surface, that feeling was making his stomach coil and twist into knots. As Kinn spoke, Porsche listened. None of his usual interjections or side bars.

Porsche sat there, perched on the counter. His heart was pounding so loud he thought it might deafen him. His whole fucking life had been a lie. Kinn's hand on his knee and he looked to the hand, unblinking so scared that if he did blink everything he had left was going to shatter.

He brought his hand over taking the sling off and tossing it on to the chair, his hands coming up to peel off the tape around the IV site and pulling the needle free, then the sensors came off dangling by their cord on the edge of the bed. He slid off the counter opening up the cabinet to pull out his slacks and putting them on and buttoning them up.

If she had been here the entire time, then Korn was being very deliberate in keeping them separated. How a father could do this to his son, to someone he said he cared for was beyond him. Gun knew something, he had to.

Porsche still with out a shirt stepped back over to Kinn, crooking his hand behind his neck and pulling him in rather aggressively for a long, hard kiss. His hand moving to the front of Kinn's shirt sliding down the buttons to his crotch rubbing his hand along the outline of Kinn's dick. It was rare that Porsche couldn't find words.

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"Porsche?" No, he shouldn't be moving like this; it was too soon! Kinn was up, caught between wanting to hold Porsche back and waiting, his heart just a deafening dub-dub-dub-dub in his ears. He watched the IV get pulled, the sling slung --fuck, Porsche, your shoulder. And then pants...

He was leaving. This was the deal breaker. Kinn didn't know if he could handle it. He would be alone trying to piece together whatever shit place this was and he didn't know if he was ready for that.

Kinn felt the yank to his neck and the crash of lips. He almost clamped a death grip on Porsche's right shoulder in that moment, leaning into the kiss, trying to hold Porsche to him and bind them together so that he wouldn't leave. Shit, he was crying. He didn't even bother trying to hold back those tears as he truly believed that this was Porsche leaving him.

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Porsche was holding the kiss, his hands coming up trying buttons but it was taking too long so he just yanked his shirt open instead. Some where in that Porsche had started crying too. Like Kinn he was just letting the tears roll down his face. No...No no don't say it, Kinn. Don't say it. His left arm coming around gripping Kinn and pulling him against his chest as tightly as he could. " Please.." he began his lips against Kinn's but away enough to let him speak. " Please, Kinn I am begging you... Don't throw me away..Please. Don't leave me..." it was soft and broken his left arm clinging to Kinn. His life depended on it, it really did. With out Kinn he wouldn't be able to be himself anymore. He didn't want to be with out Kinn. All he could do is hold on, pressing his chest against Kinn's clinging to the man and bawling his eyes out.

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"Don't go, Porsche," He was talking right over Porsche, his own panic and grief gripping him as he kept one arm tight around his waist. "Please don't-I didn't know. I didn't do this. I didn't know." He wasn't even aware that his shirt had been torn off him. His sobs were wracking him, making his words shake and bob. "Don't go. I love you-I can't live without you-I can't do this without you."

His hands went to the small of Porsche's back, to his ass, back up to his face. Kinn was still talking without hearing, not giving any fucks of any person that would have been stupid enough to eavesdrop. "You are the last good thing in my life. I can't take it if you leave me, Porsche. Please Don't leave me. Don't walk out that door. You'll rip my heart out forever."

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How these two morons could be so different yet so alike is anyones guess.

" We can fix this. we can.. Please.." Porsche doing the same ass thing Kinn was? Sure as hell was. " I love you, I don't care if she is my mom. It's not blood you don't have to send me away.. Please...I need you."

That guard that had the sad sad misfortune of being on duty at Porsche's door right then was...Pete. How long were those two going to go on like that? He didn't know but he was really wishing he had taken a bit longer coming from the hospital. Kinn and Porsche were in such a state that neither was listening, both begging the other to stay. Damn, they would be there all fucking day if someone didn't intervene.

Pete turned to look at the door hand extended before it froze. Do you want to die today, Pete? Even though it was just a voice in his head giving warning he rapidly shook his head in a no motion. He looked up to Arm who was on the other side of the door way. " I need you and Pol to clear this hallway." Arm nodded and went to go tell Pol that this hallway was getting ready to potentially be a war zone and everyone needed to get out of it. Once everyone was away from the door Pete stopped to say a quick prayer for his own soul, back pressed against the door jam as he reached down opening the door. The small low creek could have woken the dead it was so quiet in that hall. He wouldn't dare look in there, fuck no. They were both out of their minds right now and he was not wanting that smoke. He cleared his throat loudly " Uh..Neither one of you wants to break up. You both said it. So, uhm could you guys just...you know..watch out for the stitches in Porsche's chest. Okay. Bye now." and that door was snapped shut. Jesus Christ. He needed to think about early retirement. The enemies were not nearly as scary as those two in the room.

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As soon as the door made a sound, Kinn's reflexes kicked into gear. He twisted, shoving Porsche behind him with a pistol at the ready. Where he'd been hiding that, he wasn't going to tell anyone. It was a tiny pea shooter, but at least it was something. And that reflex was what allowed Kinn to listen.

Were they really that stupid if Pete needed to open the door and spell it out?

And before Kinn could growl out something, the door was shut. "Did we just have a fight about both of us not breaking up?"

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Porsche was also quick as he was pulled behind Kinn (Aww baby<3) he snatched the closest thing he could grab which happened to be a bed pan lopping it towards the door with his left hand. It was not a loaded bed pan, Porsche was not that hurt to need a shit pan.

Pete was no dummy, he knew best to get the message in and close the fucking door as fast aa he could. More so after the clatter of something being launched towards the door. He really hoped they fucked some of that out of their system because dealing with two hair pinned people was going to really mess up his chi.

Porsche felt like a giant braying jackass. He just let him self sink to his knees on the floor. Leaning down pressing his forehead to the cool tiles. His heart had fallen clear to his asshole and for the life of him he couldn't right that at he moment. The thought of losing Kinn had just about killed him. " Yes." he answered not moving from his spot.

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Kinn lowered his gun. What the fuck just happened? If he wasn't so exhausted, he would have laughed. Instead, he flopped down on his ass and slowly spun around, looking at Porsche's back. He rested his hand on top of Porsche's head, another shaky breath shuddering from him.

"I thought you were going to leave. That you thought I was trapping you with an engagement, even though I knew--Will you please put that sling on?" Fuck, he couldn't stand it if Porsche ruined all that work to keep him alive and his body in one piece.

Fuck, they were stupid. Idiotic, stupid...

"Come here." He was pulling Porsche up so he can hold him. God damnit, his hand was bleeding, too. Kinn was already clamping his thumb over the trickling wound. "You're getting blood everywhere. You can't afford to lose anymore."

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Give him a minute one half of the most retarded couple on the planet. Porsche was down there sobbing again. The sling wasn't even helping much, to hell with the sling for the time being. To hell with that bleeding hand too. " Fuck you." came half way sobbed out. He turned his head looking at him. " You think I could ever walk away from you?!" he slid his hand across the floor half heartedly whacking Kinn in the leg " Fuck you. I would rather just die."

Porsche was trying his damnest to stop crying but it just kept coming, he was so fucking relieved that Kinn wasn't sending him away. " I thought you were telling me that stuff because you couldn't be with me because she is an Auntie even if it's not blood. I thought that everything we have disgusted you so much because of that, that you couldn't stand to even look at me."

Once he was sitting up he shoved Kinn's hand away from his bleeding hand. " I don't give a shit about that right now." throwing his arms around Kinn shaking still.

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Color him baffled. Porsche was one of the most decent guys he knew and he was afraid that Kinn would be disgusted? Kinn wrapped both arms around Porsche, whimpering softly. "I'm so fucked up. I keep hurting you even when I don't mean to and it's not ending, even if I try and stop it. Everything is so fucked up." He clung onto Porsche, fingers digging into Porsche's skin to try and help ground him.

"I don't even know how to fix it."

What the fuck were they doing? On the floor, Porsche bleeding everywhere, clinging to each other on the floor. Fuck, Porsche died and that wasn't even the top of the list of fucked up shit. "I couldn't stand to see you look at me like I betrayed you. That you wouldn't believe I didn't know all of that fucking..fuck! This is too fucked up, even for me."

No, no more floor time. Kinn just scooped Porsche off to deposit him on the bed. Those pants were coming off. Fuck those pants. And a second later, he was shucking his pants off too, crawling into bed with Porsche, heedless of the blood smears on them both. "I don't care what anyone thinks. You're fucking mine, Porsche. I own you." He was covering them both with blankets, hiding them away as he pressed as close as he could. "Please feel the same about me."

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" Stupid." he said still bit wibbly. " You think I am crying because I am hurt?! No. I am so ...relieved. It can't stop." His eyes closed tightly as he hung on to Kinn. The love of his life, his end and beginning. Porsche had been on the ground in way dirtier places and bleeding way more in the past. The floor was nothing. He had what he needed right in his arms right now, and nothing else mattered. he clung tighter as he picked him up almost afraid he was going to put him in bed and go back to the stupid chair. If he did he swore that he would dump Kinn out of the chair and throw it right out the window.

He relaxed a bit when Kinn shoved off his pants and got into bed with him. The bed here was bigger than the hospitals so they had a little more room, not that he wanted one inch of it right now. " If you want to fix it. Just stay with the one who loves you more than anything in the world just the way you are." leaning up to kiss Kinn's jaw and down his neck " Just stay with me." whispered against Kinn's skin. " Because you're fucking mine too"

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Something that had been constricting his chest finally loosened when Porsche said Kinn was his. He splayed his hand over Porsche's jaw to tilt it up for a kiss. It was deep, his tongue demanding entry, determined to kiss his very breath away. And then he was turning them, covering Porsche with is body and kneeing his legs apart to fit the space between. Kinn continued to keep his weight off Porsche's chest-despite what this idiot said, he wasn't going to aggrevate that chest wound.

"I need you." Kinn panted, drawing a hand down to fondle and stroke Porsche. Another kiss went to the man's throat. "I need you like I need air, Porsche." He lightly dragged a finger along the crease of his ass. "I will never stop needing you."

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If it was the breath in his lungs that Kinn wanted? he could have it, he could have each and every breath including his last if he wanted that. Kinn's mouth and tongue didn't have to work too hard to get in Porsche was already on top of that, parting his lips, his tongue caressing Kinn's dancing with it.

Porsche shifted with Kinn. Parting his legs to give Kinn more room. Shit, he was not thinking about that wound right now. He was looking up to Kinn, eyes lit with want and need.

Porsche was already hard, as much as he knew the charms to Kinn's dick, Kinn knew his as well. There was a soft groan from him as Kinn fondled and stroked, rolling his hips up into Kinn's hand. Porsche brought his hand down stroking Kinn's cock before directing his cock to chase that finger. He really didn't care about stretching. He just needed Kinn, wanted to to feel him. " Then take me, I am yours forever. I want to feel you inside me."

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There wasn't much going on in Kinn's head, either. He sat up on his heels, breath heaving in his chest as he spit onto his own fingers. Adding more to the tip of his cock, he smeared what he could onto Porsche's hole and leaned in, feeling that resistance and twitching up against it. This was all about desperate connection as he continued to press, grunting softly as he relented for a moment and then rolled against him again, gaining another precious centimeter.

It took time. Any twinge of discomfort on Porsche's face, Kinn kissed and licked away, demanding entry, that his body give in. He hooked a leg over his shoulder to open him up more and have the ability to press in deeper. The drag was rough and coarse and Kinn didn't stop until he was fully seated, his hands propping himself up as he peered down at him.

His thrusts were more like nudging shoves. No lubricant meant limited motion. But he could push forward, punch just a little to sink in deeper with tiny movements. Biting his own lip, Kinn punched in again, eyes going crosseyed as he felt that pleasure shudder in his gut. A third time and he was cursing, his head dropping briefly as his arms trembled. Kneeling up again, one hand went to Porsche's hip as the other pinned the elevated leg to his shoulder. The pace was not necessarily fast but it was punishing as he closed his eyes and bit Porche's calf with a growl.

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Porsche relaxed letting Kinn work his way in. His hole was tight and he could feel skin catching against skin which did get a little of a pained "Angh" but he didn't want Kinn to stop. He wanted to feel each bit of him as he pressed on. Porsche brought his hand up to his mouth spitting a good bit of spit into his hand drawing his hand down circling around the part of Kinn's cock not inside of him slathering what he could and pressing some into his hole.

His mouth hanging open as he rolled his hips to spread a bit of that spit around. Those muscles loosening accepting Kinn's cock inside. " Lotion.." he said pointing to the night stand which had the standard issue health care lotion. It wasn't lube but it would help things out mainly their skin.

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Lotion. Good idea. Kinn leaned over, yanked the drawer open and grabbed the lotion. Of course, it was a new bottle and he had to twist the fucker and then spend forever pumping the pump. He should have fucking unscrewed the top. After at least a dozen pump sounds, it finally primed and lotion came out. "About fucking time," he snarled, easing out just enough to slather as much as he could before rocking back in. A little better.

If they ever wanted to know what first-time experiences with each other would feel like, this was as close as they were going to get. When Kinn got the friction down to a manageable level, he breathed out, looking to Porsche as he pulled out and then pushed back in, mouth dropping open in pleasure.

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Well. Kinn was Porsche's first male partner, his only male partner. He made out with his fair share but never went further.

Holy fucking shit. Porsche was about ready to snatch that lotion bottle and gnaw a fucking hole in it. Every time Kinn's torso moved to try and prime that fucking thing Porsche was torn between yelling for him to take it out and moaning.

Once the lotion was in place he was able to enjoy things much more. " Fuck, yes so much better." He was even able to shift to spread his ass cheeks more to allow Kinn easier gliding room. " I needed this so much."

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He. Was. Trying. Porsche!

As soon as the slide was easy, Kinn dropped back down on his hands, his hips working Porsche over while he lowered himself for a deep kiss, just to moan into Porsche's mouth. Then Kinn angled Porsche's hips and ground into him before thrusting at that angle Porsche loved so much.

"Got you," Kinn promised breathlessly, nuzzling his cheek.

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Kinn you know your man is not patience embodied when it comes to this stuff.

His breath was quickening, the way Kinn was working his hips and the feel of all the delicious ridges and curves to Kinn's cock sliding. He drank up that kiss, and swallowed the moan only to let a moan of his own escape. He dipped his back pointing more of his ass to Kinn's thrusts.

" Oh. Fuck.. Kinn. You feel so good, don't stop." each nudge and bump into that sweet spot sending electric through his body. " Fuck, yes you do." Porsche said his finger nails biting into Kinn's shoulder.

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"Love it when you're like this," Kinn groused, his hand leaving Porsche's hip to stroke his cock in time with those thrusts. He kept his pace steady, drinking up the way Porsche looked under him. "Keep gripping me, babe." Those little stings were the perfect counterpoint to the way Porsche's body was milking him.

"Fucking delicious."

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" Yeah?" Porsche said his breath hot and fast. " How about when I..." he squeezed down with his muscles holding the muscles clenched tightly around Kinn's cock. " ahh Ahh" he moaned out as Kinn stroked his cock. He held tight for a few more moments before relaxing again.

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"Oh fuck. Oh Fuck!" Shit... Fucking shit. Kinn's eyes were shut as his mouth hung open, just shimmying his hips through that tight clench. It was like Porsche had gripped his throat when he did that and when his muscles relaxed, Kinn gasped loudly.

"Jesus--" God damn, that was good. "Do it again," Kinn commanded, smoothing out his grip on Porsche's cock. "That was so fucking good, I want it again."

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Oh shit, if he wasn't careful him doing all these things making Kinn make those noises, he was going to end up cumming a lot sooner than he wanted. Fuck did he love those noises and him..demanding.. more. Porsche gave him a devious grin, rolling his hips a bit more. His dick was about pulling at the skin with how rock hard he was, dribbling that little bit of precum.

Fuck. This was amazing, sliding as far down as he was able in his position he looked to Kinn squeezing hard and holding it tight as he could.

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Kinn's breath trembled as his neck arched. He had no idea why that act was making him crazy but he loved it. Normally, being clenched this tight was cumbersome, but there was something about now. How he could only move just a little, which had his nerves going haywire. Sips of air were coming out as tiny pained sounds as he drifted in bliss, just the pads of his fingers sliding the extra skin along Porsche's cock.

"Yes-fuck yes," he whimpered, feeling his breath amp up as he made those tiny pushes through the tightness. "Fucking God, Porsche." The fingers kept shifting a little faster as he did little more than rock against Porsche's ass. He was getting closer to his end and trying so hard to make it last as long as possible.