MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

NEVERMORE

Enzo rented a private jet to travel urgently to his wake and funeral in Philadelphia. Among them was Tarek, Duncan, Dave, Pauline, Carl, Doreen, Chris, Leoni. Nobody could talk badly of him. He had been a very beloved person inside Efseryan circle.

Enzo made sure every one gave their own bouquet of flowers. He scribbled with trembling hand some words of eternal love for him inside a little envelope.

It was an incredible sad day for all of them. After the cremation they went to the hotel. Enzo had booked a whole floor to his entourage. Tarek was going to enter his room when a hand pulled him firmly. Enzo was inviting him without ceremonies and no sentence at all, to come with him. Chris went away along the corridor discreetly and Tarek stared at him dumbfounded. He was taking for granted that Chris would come into with him and he had his own card key to his own room. In spite of it all, he didn't ask questions and entered the room with no arguments.

It was all right with him if Enzo took the lead, he wouldn't do it. Although looking around, Pauline, Chris or Duncan could have been his company that night. It wouldn't have been the first time he turned to them in search of comfort. But he turned to him and Tarek was glad. He wouldn't be apart from him till he got asleep.

- May I ask you a favour? -Enzo asked seeing him closing the door softly, not demanding a reason why.

They looked at each other with their eyes swollen with the tears. Tarek nodded very serious. Enzo's Persian hurt glance was pure poetry.

- Make me feel alive tonight.

Tarek hadn't even time to come to terms with the meaning of that sentence. He didn't know the scope either. Enzo cupped his face with his two big hands as he crushed his mouth on his. After some confused seconds, Tarek opened meekly his lips letting his warm tongue wholly filled him. He choked a sigh that intended to be of complain but his tongue joined his tongue firmly. He felt the tears of his dark eyelashes wetting his cheeks.

Enzo pulled himself apart some seconds to run each corner of his amazed eyes with his own eyes and firmly opened a drawer in his bedside table. He put out a little overnight bag full of medicines and put out a red package.

- It's a luck I always carry some condoms with my load of medicines -he said just naturally.

- Enzo... I don't think that... -Tarek started to murmur on seeing him ripping off quietly the wrapper and placed it on the bedside table.

- Shhh –he said putting his index finger over Tarek's lips-. Let's forget about the death that awaits for us. Just for some hours.

- Some hours? -he stared at him dumbfounded.

- Or some days -he covered his wide open mouth with one of his amazing kisses as he pushed him on bed.

Tarek knew they would hurt each other again but was unable to stop him. He almost felt the boiling of his blood through his engrossed veins in his arms. He let himself undressed with no refrains. He stripped him away his clothes impatiently. Tarek didn't even move.

- Careful -Enzo whispered almost smiling on seeing how one of the buttons of Tarek's shirt rolled down the floor.

- You careful -he looked helplessly as the button disappeared rolling down the edge of bed.

- We can sew it together -he said with half smile sliding his tongue again in his mouth and all over his chest and belly.

He saw Tarek's indecision and didn't hesitate to take off his clothes on his own from waist down. He put on his condom in a flash in front of Tarek's dilated eyeballs with desire. All was going so fast, like a choreography he had rehearsed hours and hours.

He couldn't and wouldn't reject him. If he needed to, as he put it down, make him feel alive, there he stood to use him. The enormous pain that wrapped upon them all day long was freeing itself through that desperate and feverish embrace.

- Honey, I can't take anymore -he whispered with a beautiful whine as he plunged inside him with no more foreplays.

Tarek stiffed his thin legs over his shoulders biting himself the inner flesh of his cheek till it hurt. It was very wild and short but none of them had ever had such a shag.

- Forgive me -Enzo mumbled against his neck.

- Why? -it was Tarek's question searching his face.

- Because I had no consideration.

- The button?

- The button too.

- Search it for me. I'm going my room.

Tarek stood up on bed scanning around in search of his clothes scattered here and there.

- No, please. I will do it better... -Enzo complained wrapping his arms around his narrow waist.

- You couldn't do it any better -he smiled with sad sweetness caressing his tense jaw.

- But I need you. Don't let me alone now.

- We gotta mourn him each on our own way, Enzo -he planted a soft kiss in his lips to start getting dressed-. And living each one on our own way too. Once and for all.