THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Dean

Written by Jon
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

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

PROLOGUE

Nick Lachey hissed as his lover slowly pushed into his tight
opening. Grabbing Jeff's tight muscular butt, Nick pulled Jeff
into him in one single thrust. "Gosh, it feels good!" exclaimed
Nick.

Jeff pushed in and out a few times and then stopped. With a big
wicked grin on his face he asked the man he's fucking, "So, why
aren't you coming to the reunion dinner with me tomorrow?"

"Simple. I don't know your college friends. And I don't want to
meet those dumb football jocks who fucked you before."

"This is not good enough an excuse. They are history. You've even
met, Alan, my ex-boyfriend. And Dean from poker club, he's my
college buddy but we didn't fuck." Jeff pushed in an inch lightly
rubbing Nick's prostate, teasingly.

Nick tried pulling Jeff in more, but Jeff hold still. "Damn it,
man. Stop teasing me and do your fucking."

Jeff thrusted another inch hitting on target, getting a frustrated
groan from Nick. Satisfied with his plan, Jeff said, "Not so soon,
tiger. It's not often for you to want to be on the other side. I'm
going to use this chance to get what I want from you. Now, on with
the interrogation - the real reason."

"Okay! I have an appointment." half shouted Nick.

"An appointment! With whom?"

"With my kid brother." Nick surrendered.

"This is shocking. How come you never mentioned you have a
brother?"

"My father disowned him and won't allow anyone in the family even
mention his existence. But I love him, and I keep in touch with
him not letting my father know." Nick said with a trace of regret
in his voice.

"Why did your father do that? Did your brother do something
terribly unforgivable?" Jeff asked in bewilderment.

"Drew, my brother, wants to be a doctor instead of a cop. Father
believes that's a betrayal of the family profession." Nick sighed.

"You're not serious, are you? That's an outrageously stupid reason
for disowning his flesh and blood." Jeff felt - well, he did not
know how he felt at the moment. It was not angry and it was not
confused. But he did feel the hard warm body of his lover
underneath him, and he surely could feel the milking his lover's
anal wall was applying on his member.

"Now, can we fuck?" Nick brought his left hand to Jeff's nipples
and pinched, getting a groan from the man.

"One last question," Jeff said, giving Nick a quick jab on his
pleasure spot. "Is your brother as gorgeous as you are?"

"He's a cute, but wise fellow. We're very close, but I'm not going
to share you with him. You're mine, bastard." Nick cursed.

"You have nothing to worry about, Nicholas Scott Lachey. You're
the only one in my heart." Saying that, Jeff put his right hand on
Nick's left pec, gently rubbing the heart tattoo with Jeff's name
engraved there. And he brought Nick's right hand to his own chest,
rubbing an identical tattoo - with Nick's name. Jeff leaned down
kissing on the taller man's chest.



Jeff laid catching his breath on Nick chest. It was as good as
always, if not better. Tracing with the tattoo with his fingers,
he asked again, "What's your brother, Drew, doing now?"

"He's working his way through pre-med. Money's tight for him, but
he keeps refusing my help." Nick absent-mindedly pull Jeff up and
kiss lightly on his forehead, his hand caressing his lover's
strong back.

"Maybe we can bring him in to live with us. We have space here. If
he insists on paying rent, we can make him do all the chores
around instead. But I won't let him do the cooking." Jeff
suggested.

"My father won't be happy with this."

"Your dad doesn't need to know about it." Jeff said with his
wicked grin again. "Cause his son-in-law is going to send him and
his wife on a Caribbean cruise for a month or two. And when he's
back, we'll be done moving Drew into the basement which we're
converting into his own private apartment."

Looking into Jeff's eyes, Nick saw sparkles. "How come you're so
sweet and thoughtful, my man?"

"He's the brother to the man I love. I have to watch out for him."

"I'll talk to him about this. Are you ready for round two now?
You'll have to pay for your teasing me earlier."



ONE

Dean George Cain was hosting the college class reunion at his
mansion. There were about two hundred people, but it was not
crowded considering the size of the place. It was a huge Victorian
mansion he inherited from his parents at early age, when they
passed away in a car accident. Like the good host that he was, he
has been all over the huge place greeting people, doing catching-
up, checking on the catering service guys. It was hectic, but he
enjoyed it a lot. In fact, this reunion reception was nothing
compared to all the events he has handled with his public relation
firm.

The moment Dean saw his long-time buddy Jeff Timmons coming into
the mansion foyer, Dean remembered his promise of his best bottle
of red wine as the anniversary gift for Jeff and his lover. Dean
headed into his private wine cellar inside the huge room he called
kitchen. He turned the corner to the corridor leading down to the
basement cellar. There he stopped dead in his track staring at the
beautiful sight in front of him.

A young man in a plain gray boxer brief just bent over to pick up
a piece of clothing from the floor. It was a uniform for those
food and beverages catering people. He looked to be in his mid-
twenty. He had short spikey brown hair, a few blond highlights at
the front, tightly muscled physique with pecs and abs that looked
like sculptured from marble. He was not tall, around five feet
five or six, but strikingly beautiful. The dim light from the
corridor behind him seemed to cast a warm golden halo around his
light tan skin.

Then the man looked up from the uniform in his hands, noticing
Dean's presence. The man smiled an embarrassed smile, showing his
perfect white teeth and charming deep dimples. If this man was not
an angel reincarnated, Dean did not know what he was. Seeing that
smile, Dean felt a rush of heat straight down his groin area - an
intense desire he never had before. It was a first time for him as
he was always good at controlling his own emotion and desire -
something which made him good at his job. He needed to have this
man right here, right now. Anything about the wine, about the
reunion party going on outside, was already forgotten.

"Sorry, mister. I'm late and need a place to change quickly. I'll
be..." The man was stopped midway in his sentence by Dean's mouth
on his. Practically lifting the man up in his arms, considering
the difference in their height, Dean crashed the man between his
own towering form and the wall. The man was shocked at first, but
then returned Dean's kiss with the same furious passion. What was
an enchanting angel, now became a lust-possessed demon.



Dean's hand caressed the man's tight abdominal muscles, smelling
his intoxicating mixture of sweat and after-shave, while the
smaller man was leaning back on his chest. It was lust at first
sight and the sex was mind-blowing. Somehow, it felt as if there
was something more than any no-string attached sex. Dean wanted to
cling to this nameless angel, who he has just fucked, for as long
as he could.

But Dean could not hold onto this man for long.

The man got up and resumed putting on the catering servant
uniform. Dean sat leaning against the wall, looking at this
beauty. He wanted to say something, but did not know how. He
noticed the thin trace of blood rolling, mixing with his essence,
down the man's inner thigh when bending down to pick up his
clothing. The realization hit Dean like a truck-load of bricks.
How could he miss the unbelievable tightness of the man? There was
only one explanation to this.

"That was your first time, wasn't it?" Dean asked slightly
trembling. He could not forgive himself losing control, forcing
himself on the man - though the man did not protest. The first
time he let his instinct take charge and he was starting to
regret. Taking this man was like killing the innocence with his
bare hands. The goodness in him just would not let him away guilt-
free.

Swiftly wiping away the little amount of blood with his underwear,
the man got in his clothes fast and collected his things from the
floor. No answer for Dean's question.

"I was terribly sorry for ..." Dean halted. He was not sorry about
what just happened. Not a tiny bit. He loved it. "... for being an
inconsiderate jerk. What could I do to be forgiven?" He was being
too polite, maybe even diplomatic, but he did not want to offense
the man any further.

"You don't have to." said the man in a sexy baritone. The first
words Dean really heard of the man, his tone was flat. "Look, what
just happened was fine. In fact, you were great. But I have work
to do." He spoke to Dean without looking up. There was no emotion
in his voice, not even coldness. Confusion and frustration started
to grow in Dean. He was starting to have an unexplainable crush on
this man. The man enjoyed what they just did alright, but
obviously did not want that to happen.

"Can I at least know your name?" Dean said in slight desperation.

"Bye." The man simply walked out the kitchen without looking back.

Dean was crashed.



TWO

It has been a week after Dean's college class reunion dinner, and
he could not get his mind off the young catering guy. He never
thought he would be so obssessed with a quick shrug. However it
showed in his work. He could not concentrate no matter how hard he
tried. It did not even require him to close his eyes. The vivid
images of the guy's dimples, the sensous lips and the wild fire
Dean saw in his clear hazel eyes, kept popping up in Dean's mind.
He was having a big constant erection almost all day long, just
seeing the guy's face in every man he came across.

What even worse was how Dean would feel a dull pain in his chest,
wondering where Lucifer was. Yeah Lucifer, the secret name Dean
gave the guy. It hurt for Dean to wish being close to the adorable
Lucifer, to desire learning anything about the mysterious Lucifer,
to dream of falling in love with the innocently beautiful Lucifer,
to fantasize spending rest of his life with the gorgeous Lucifer.
But heck, he did not even know Lucifer's real name.

Through the years of mentoring by his father, Dean was a success.
He was a walking example of what his father preached - "To be
successful, you have to be in control. From yourself, to your
family. On to the company, and on to the world." Now, The control
freak in Dean was fighting hard against this lost of control over
his very own emotion. Losing control of his feeling for Lucifer,
was like living through hell for Dean. All fundamental things
taught to him since he was a toddler, seemed to be failing him.

Simply said, Dean was a wreck. A success turned failure in a
night.

It was all because of Lucifer - the devilish angel.



Knocking on the door to Gregory Vignolle's office, Dean felt
uneasy. Without his confidence and control, even making an
appointment with Vignolle was like impossible for him. But he had
to what he was about to do. He was ready for even begging his
antagonist.

Vignolle Catering was never on Dean's list of preferred caters in
Manhattan. Although they serve good food, the young owner Gregory
was an old time rival of Dean's since grade school. They were
competing in every possible aspect. If it was not for the fact
that Gregory was also in the same college class, Vignolle Catering
would never made it to the reunion dinner.

"What do you want, Cain?" Gregory asked coldly the moment Dean
stepped into in his office.

"I need a list of all the servants - names, addresses and phone
numbers - at the reunion dinner."

"Why?"

"Let's say some important stuff is missing from the house. I need
the list for reporting to the police." Dean knew it was a lame
excuse. But this was already the best he could come up with.

"The answer is no. If the police need the list, they can talk to
me but I'm not giving you that. Besides, I smell something behind
this." Gregory scowled at Dean, making him shifting his weight
from one foot to the other.

"I need the list, please."

"You never said please to me, Cain."

"I met this guy, who worked for you that night. I need to find
him." Dean fell miserably into the chair facing Gregory. He did
not know why he told Gregory, who for all in this world, was the
one he least expected to help him in finding Lucifer.

"I see. You know what? You're miserable. And I like seeing you
like that." Gregory laughed a ice cold laugher. "Now, get out of
my office."

"What if I beg you?" Dean tried.

"I'd love to see you begging in front of me. But I think I'll
enjoy more seeing you miserable. OUT!"




THREE

"You look like shit, Dean." Duncan James said matter-of-factly.

"I hate you, Duncan. Do you know that?" Jeff Timmons complained.
"You're too blunt a friend to say that right in his face although
it's the truth. And mostly importantly, you said my line."

"Since when you've turned into a drama queen, Jeff?" Dean laughed
bitterly.

"I haven't been around for long, but I doubt if you've ever been
this sickly obssessed with anyone - or anything - before."
commented Duncan.

"Why don't you give me some detailed descriptions of this guy
again, buddy? I can get Nick to pull a few threads and maybe dig
up some information on him." offered Jeff, wholeheartedly.

"Thanks, man." Dean weakly answered.

"And where the fuck is that McDermott bastard? He's supposed to be
here for poker tonight!" cursed Jeff.



It has been almost three weeks since Dean gave Jeff descriptions
of Lucifer over poker night. Jeff was absent from their weekly
gathering. Even though Dean's mind has not been on the game
recently, he wanted to find out if there was any news about the
guy from Jeff's cop husband. So, he came looking for Jeff on this
saturday morning. He figured either Jeff would be home alone while
Nick was working, or they would be banging all morning.

Five minutes into ringing the door bell, Dean got desperate. Just
when he was walking away towards his car, he heard the front door
to the house opened. He turned and stood frozen. It was not Jeff
nor Nick there. Standing there at the doorstep, there was the guy
of Dean's dream in a pair of cut-off jeans and a sleeveless tee,
looking incredibly good.

With a rush of testosterone, Dean threw himself to the guy he has
been looking for weeks and grabbed him for a bruising kiss.
However he felt like he was kissing a brick wall. Pulling back, he
saw the guy's emotionless hazel eyes.

"You found me." plainly stated by this Lucifer. A harsh, brutal
statement. "You came trying to fuck me again, didn't you?"

"NO! I've been looking everywhere for you. I want to apologize, to
make things right, to plead for your forgiveness. And hopefully,
you'll be giving me a chance to start it right a second time
around." These words are simple, sincere and heartful. These words
have been in Dean's mind since the night at the reunion party. Now
he just said it out loud.

Looking at the statue-like, motionless figure of his objection of
affection, Dean waited nervously for an answer.

"Does that mean you don't wanna fuck again?"

Dean saw the most angelic, and most devilish smile at the same
time on Lucifer's face. Stunned, not knowing how to respond to
this turn of situation, Dean just stood there eyes wide opened.

"By the way it's Drew here, not Lucifer. It's Andrew, one of the
archangel, not Satan."



"Is Drew coming up for dinner?" Jeff asked when he heard Nick
coming up from the basement where Drew's living.

"Sure dear. Make sure there's enough food for the whole football
team." responded Nick.

"Why?"

"Your football buddy seemed to have found his savior down in our
basement. It also looks like that they've spent the whole weekend
- whole we were on our boat sailing - busy saving their own lost
souls in bed. I guess they'll need plenty of protein to recover."



"You've corrupted me. Don't you know that?" Drew asked out of the
blue one weekend while he was studying for his mid-term with Dean
reading the latest issue of Times next to him.

"I thought I did. I saw blood that time in the kitchen. But you
did say you were no virgin long before that time." Dean replied.
"So, help me here. I'm puzzled. What's the deal with you, babe?"

"First, have you ever noticed how big and thick that cock of yours
is? I was lucky to have only bled that tiny bit. Second, as
furious as you did your fucking that time, it's a miracle that I
was not torn into halves. And last, I was always on the giving
side until I met you." Dean's eyes widened in the knowledge.

"You have me corrupted. Now I'm addicted and can't go back." Drew
grinned.

"I was a fullback in university's football team. But I guess I can
be a wide receiver just as good." winked Dean.

"I take that as a promise, dear," enthusiastically said Drew. "And
you'd better keep your promises to me. Otherwise, I'll have to
force myself onto you."

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm much bigger than you even though
you've got some pretty nice-looking muscles." teased Dean.

"You couldn't have fucked me if I have had fought back that time.
Didn't Nick or Jeff tell you that I've a got black belt in
karate?" Another wicked grin.
