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The Sinister Gay Cabal
Chapter 1
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Archer and his drug/weapons cartel just landed in San Marcos. They’re taken to the palace, and for some reason, Ray and Cyril are bunking together again. “Why do we always have to share a room?” Cyril slams his luggage on the bed.
“The Sinister Gay Cabal, Cyril.” Ray unzips his pilot jacket and pats the bed underneath him. “You have fallen victim to the Sinister Gay Cabal.”
“Okay, you know…”
“I don’t know why we always get stuck together, but… I kinda don’t mind it.” Ray says.
“Hm, actually…” Cyril thinks for a moment, looking at Ray as he lies on the bed seductively. “I don’t either, now that I think about…”
“QUEEEER!” Ray snickers and then makes a little beat out of his jacket’s zipper. Cyril glares at him through his glasses. “What, Cyril?”
“N-Nothing.” Cyril goes to open his suitcase.
“It was just a joke…”
“You know, maybe I am queer!” Cyril blurts out. “Huh? So what? What would it matter?”
“Well, no, it wouldn’t matter, but you’re not… right?” Ray asks.
“I’m not entirely straight, Ray.” Cyril admits, unpacking a few things. “I mean, I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘bisexual’… I guess I prefer women, I don’t know. I never really put a label on my sexuality.”
“Wait… really?” Ray sits up, very intrigued by this. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Cyril answers. “I had a boyfriend in college.”
“What?!” Ray can’t believe this.
“It didn’t last too long, but yes.” Cyril says. “And I’ve been attracted to other men.”
“How did I not know this?” Ray asks himself. “My gaydar is really broken. Actually, I don’t even think I have one.”
“I’m surprised Lana didn’t tell you.” Cyril says. “But yeah, I’m queer, har-dee-har. Shout it from the rooftops.”
“Oh no, it is your business.” Ray smirks. “How many men have you done?”
“I thought you just said…”
“Did you screw any while you were a sex addict?”
“That’s not…”
“Any illicit office homoerotic tales?”
“Ray…”
“Oh dear God, please don’t tell me you and Archer…”
“NO!” Cyril shouts. “Absolutely not! I’d rather shoot myself in the stomach.” Cyril puts his hands on his hips. “And what the hell, Ray? Why are you so obsessed with this? It’s no big deal, right?”
“I’m just surprised.” Ray takes off his jacket. “That’s all.”
“Why, if you would have known, would you have asked me out?” Cyril jokes.
“I did.” Ray says so matter-of-factly. Cyril does a double-take.
“Wh-What?” He asks in a high-pitched tone.
“Remember when we first met?” Ray goes to his suitcase to put his jacket in and takes off his shoes. “I was flirtin’ with you, and I asked you if you wanted to go get a drink, but you said you had work to do.”
“Wha… Jeezy Peats…” Cyril remembers that conversation. “You were asking me out.”
“I just figured you weren’t gay, or… maybe you just weren’t attracted to me.” Ray shrugs. “Shit, that sounded like I was tryin’ to make you feel guilty…”
“Ray, I had no idea you were asking me on a date.” Cyril says. “If I did, I would have said yes.”
“… Really?” Ray asks. “You’re not just sayin’ that?”
“No, Ray, I… I’ve always found you attractive.” Cyril admits. “In fact, there was this period of time when I was so enamored with you, I would avoid being in the same room with you.”
“That’s right.” Ray sits on the bed again. “I thought it was because you found out I was gay and didn’t know what to do with that information.”
“No no, it wasn’t that at all.” Cyril blushes. “It was because I… well, no, it’s embarrassing.”
“No way, you gotta tell me this one.” Ray smirks.
“I uh… saw you showering in the locker room.” Cyril pulls at his shirt. “You just looked so… beautiful.”
“Cyril…” Ray says, shaking his head in disbelief. “Why didn’t you ask me out?”
“Because you’re out of my league, obviously.” Cyril gestures to him.
“Oh, that is a load of hooey.” Ray flicks out his wrist. “You went out with Lana, and she’s outta everyone’s league.”
“She asked me out.” Cyril sits on his bed, now. “Actually, more like she commanded me to go out with her, after we had just got done shit-talking about Archer in my office for three hours.”
“Ah, the only thing you two had in common.” Ray nods, and Cyril’s shoulders sink. “Sorry, I…”
“No, you’re right.” Cyril sighs. “She and I didn’t fit together at all, and I know she never loved or even liked me, but I was blinded by desperation.”
“Are you tellin’ me you’re over her?” Ray raises an eyebrow.
“It’s a process, but definitely getting there.” Cyril nods. “I’m eighty percent over her.”
“Well, I always liked you.” Ray folds his hands cutely.
“I’m realizing that now.” Cyril blushes. “All those touches, and the way you take care of me in the field… oh wait, didn’t you… in Archer’s bathroom at his baby shower…?”
“Oh, that.” Ray shakes his head. “I didn’t rape you that night. Your dick was hangin’ out of your underwear, and I uh… jerked off while lookin’ at it.” His face gets red. “I was really drunk. Those melon balls were high in alcohol content. No excuse, I know.”
“It’s okay.” Cyril says. “We were all messed up that night. The Archers forced heroin into my system for some reason.” He looks Ray in the eyes. “Why did you like me? I’m a mess, I’m crazy.”
“First of all, all of us are mad, here.” Ray says. “Second of all, maybe a crazy, messy numbers nerd is my type, and third… change ‘did’ to ‘do’.”
“… You still like me?” Cyril asks, fixing his glasses.
“Yes, dumbass.” Ray says. “Do you still like me?”
“Yes, absolutely.” Cyril says enthusiastically.
“Well then…” Ray looks at Cyril through his long eyelashes. “What are we gonna do about this?”
“…” Cyril looks Ray up and down. God, he’s so pretty: the perfect blonde hair, pristinely plucked eyebrows and mustache, handsome face and a gorgeous body with masculine and feminine features. His light brown eyes gaze at him with anticipation, but his plush lips remained in their usual smirking position. Cyril stands, puts his glasses on the nightstand and sits beside Ray. Ray smirks bigger, turning to face him. Cyril wraps his hand around the back of Ray’s neck and slowly pulls him in for a kiss. Ray has played it cool this whole time and continued to do so even in this moment, gently wrapping his arms around Cyril, trying not to yank him closer or moan desperately. Cyril is a good kisser, tilting his head and pushing his tongue past Ray’s teeth to find his and dance with it.
“Mmmph~…” Ray had to moan, and needed to tangle his fingers into Cyril’s well-kept hair. This gives Cyril confidence, kissing him harder and hotter, tongues in a heated battle. But they have to break for air, breathing heavily through swollen lips. “W-Wow.” Ray grins.
“Y-Yeah.” Cyril agrees. “Are you sure about this, Ray? I did tell you I’m in-process.”
“You said you’re eighty percent over her.” Ray unbuttons his dark purple shirt. “I’ll give you that twenty percent right now.”
“Oh, Ray…” Cyril kisses him again, helping him shrug out of the shirt before resting him on the bed and moving between his legs, kissing his face, neck and chest, wrapping his lips around hardening nipples.
“Damn, Cyril~…” Ray arches up into Cyril’s touch, goosebumps forming on his arms in excitement. Cyril undoes Ray’s pants and pulls them off, revealing his semi-erection. Cyril gets on his knees before taking Ray’s cock in one hand and kisses it wetly. “Ffuuuck…” Ray swears, throwing his head back when Cyril puts him in his mouth. He wonders if this is really happening, getting a blowjob from the nerdy man he’s been pining for all these years. It’s got to be real, the warm hands on his thighs, the hot, eager mouth on him. He looks down at Cyril, who’s groaning around him and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, hoping he’s doing a good job. “Yes, baby… just a little more…” Ray runs his fingers through Cyril’s hair to encourage him. Cyril likes praise and being called ‘baby’, his head bobbing up and down faster between Ray’s bionic legs. “Oh fuck… I’m comin’, Cyril…!” Ray squeezes his eyes closed as he comes in Cyril’s mouth, Cyril swallowing harshly and coughing a little bit. “Shit, sweetheart, you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay.” Cyril answers, proud of himself that he was able to please him.
“Good~.” Ray sits up, patting the bed. “Cuz it’s your turn.”
“O-Oh.” Cyril blushes, wiping his mouth before lying down next to Ray. Ray gets on top, kissing him senseless while unbuttoning his shirt. He leaves a hot trail of kisses just like Cyril did, opening his shirt wide before undoing his pants, yanking them off, that giant 12-inch cock springing free, and he was pretty damn hard already.
“God damn…” Ray ogles it shamelessly, grabbing it with both hands and releasing a wad of spit from his mouth to the head, working the wetness over it with his hands.
“J-Jeezy Peats, Ray…!” Cyril stutters. He thought people only did that in pornos. Ray starts sucking him hard, really getting him nice and wet for what he was about to do. Cyril groans and covers his eyes, the sight too much for him, but Ray didn’t want him to hide. He taps Cyril’s chest with his finger impatiently to get his attention. Cyril peeks down, and Ray’s eyes smile before he opens his throat and lets his dick slide down inside. “Oh my God! No way, no way… MMMMPH~!” Cyril comes down Ray’s esophagus, and he pulls away with a pop, no coughing or choking. “Dear God, Ray, how did you do that?”
“It takes practice.” Ray licks his lips and sits on the bed. “No one’s ever done that to you before?”
“No, because that shouldn’t even be possible.” Cyril is still trying to catch his breath. “That was amazing.”
“You were good too, honey.” Ray smiles. “I didn’t pack any lube. I got Vaseline, though.”
“I think I have some.” Cyril pulls himself together, takes off his shirt and goes to his bag, digging around for the lubricant. “Ah, here it is, for vaginal and anal use.”
“Why did you even pack that, hm?” Ray asks.
“It’s always in my bag, I just forget to take it out.”
“Yeah, right, you slut.” Ray lies on the bed and spreads his legs.
“That’s former slut, thank you very much.” Cyril comes back to Ray, who looks absolutely gorgeous waiting for him. Cyril pours some lube on his fingers and massages Ray’s hole before pushing two fingers inside him.
“Ooo~…” Ray grips at the expensive sheets, relaxing as much as he can for Cyril’s fingers.
“Sorry, maybe I should have started with one.” Cyril huffs, throat going dry from watching Ray squirm under him.
“No, it’s fine… mmm…” Ray exhales deeply. “I just got a little excited.”
“You… actually want me, don’t you?” Cyril asks.
“Yes, you adorable, thick-headed puppy. Do you know how long I’ve been waitin’ for this? Now quit bein’ so self-conscious, and work me open so we can get that monster in there.”
“Oh, Ray…” Cyril presses another finger in and leans down to kiss his long neck, helping him relax. “I want you, too, so badly.”
“Good puppy.” Ray moves his hips toward Cyril’s digits, and that’s when Cyril knew he was ready. He pours lube on his cock and presses the head against Ray’s opening, breaching him very carefully. “Holy triple dukes, Cyril~…”
“Oh, wow…” Cyril had almost forgotten how it feels to be inside a man, and to be inside this man made him remember how to get fully erect again.
“Come on, keep goin’, baby.” Ray smooths his hands down Cyril’s shoulders and arms. Cyril pushes in a few inches more until Ray grips his shoulders too tightly, leaving nail marks on his skin. He groans, moving his hips slowly up to that point a few times before going deeper. “Oh, that feels good, Cyril.”
“Ray…” Cyril kisses him passionately, feeling Ray’s fingers thread through his hair to pull him closer. He thrusts deeper and deeper until he’s in all the way, and they groan against each other’s mouths. “Are you okay, Ray?”
“Yeah, just… hold it there for a second…” Ray takes a few deep breaths and wraps his legs around Cyril. “How’re you doin’, baby?”
“So good… very good.” Cyril smiles, kissing Ray again. “Probably the best, actually.”
“Wait till we’re done, and then you can decide.” Ray wraps his arms around Cyril’s shoulders. “Fuck me, Cyril, please.”
“God, yes.” Cyril picks up Ray’s long bionic legs so his ankles rest on his shoulders, then he rears back and starts plowing into him.
“OOOOOHH~!” Ray screams, clawing at Cyril’s arms before holding on for dear life as he’s fucked so well. He’s heard stories from Lana about Cyril’s erectile dysfunction and poor performance, but the girl is either lying or Cyril was so nervous around her that he couldn’t get it up or make love well to her. But Cyril’s good with Ray. It made Ray feel giddy to be a perfect match for this cute accountant. Cyril curls his hips up, searching for Ray’s good spot. “AAAAHH~!” Ray makes the highest-pitched sound he’s ever made when his prostate’s hit, clenching lovingly around Cyril’s cock. “Fuck, Cyril! Oh, keep doin’ that, honey!”
“Yes, Ray… yes…” Cyril pounds into him hard, getting that place inside him every time. “Ray… may I… come inside you?”
“Fuck yeah, Cyril.” Ray growls, reaching over his head to grab the edge of the bed. “I’m gonna come, too.” Cyril can’t get enough of how beautiful Ray looks underneath him, can’t get enough of his cries and the way he says his name. Just thinking of doing this again with Ray makes Cyril come so hard, practically roaring when he did. Ray joins him almost at the same time, not needing to touch himself to do so. Cyril doesn’t care about the mess Ray just made and collapses on top of him, and they breathe together, Ray once again tangling his fingers in Cyril’s hair and kissing the top of his head. “Oh, that was so good, baby.”
“It was.” Cyril looks up at him. “And it was the best.”
“Yes, it was.” Ray smiles. “We need to share a room every time, now.”
“Yeah.” Cyril pulls out of Ray and scooches up to kiss him. “I can’t believe we haven’t done this sooner.”
“We were ships passin’ in the night, honey.” Ray says. “But we’ve finally met.”
“Finally.” Cyril smiles. “I can’t wait to take you on a proper date… once we get out of here.”
“Here… oh dukes!” Ray looks around the room. “I almost forgot where we were.”
“Same.” Cyril stands, finding a tissue to clean Ray and himself. “We should check in with everyone.”
“I’m stayin’ right here, thanks.” Ray scooches fully on the bed, reaching to the nightstand to grab a cigarette and his lighter to light it up. “In case you didn’t know, I had this giant pole up my ass and I’d like to rest it a little before supper.”
“Of course.” Cyril blushes, watching Ray smoke naked while he puts on his pants. “Oh, I should put on my vest.” He goes to his suitcase and pulls out a bulletproof vest.
“You brought Kevlar?” Ray asks after blowing out smoke.
“It’s to protect myself from Archer, really.” He puts it on, followed by his blue shirt.
“Fix your hair, honey.” Ray tells him. “I made a mess of it.”
“Oh, yeah.” Cyril smooths it out. “Can I… get you anything?”
“I’m good.” Ray smirks. “Just try not to get lost.”
“Well, I’m sure the second I walk out that door, shenanigans are going to start.” Cyril says, already hearing Krieger yelling about towels outside.