2 years before incarceration (1 month after previous memory)

The rain. The rain was the only thing I did feel. It fell like a symphony in rhythm, and a ballet in beauty. The grace of the rain blessed my face as blood ran down the gutter. She just couldn't shut up, could she? She had to try to tell me everything I did wrong. I did nothing wrong to that bitch! I gave her everything, including my patience.

I gave and gave and gave. Until my knuckles were white from stress and my head hurt so much I couldn't see straight. I needed to end the headache. It was constant now for months. Ever since that fucking bitch walked into my life, she caused me this pain. She took and took and took from me. I finally was the one to take from her; I took her life. Like all before her, I showed her just exactly who is the boss here.

Even in death, the cunt has caused me more trouble than she was ever worth. Her name still stained my gums like a poison. I cut her up piece by piece, took her down to Mike's. He'll find use in the vile bitch. I had no benefit from her. I just grit my teeth and tried to make it work, but I couldn't. So here I am, walking back to my car in the rain.

There isn't shit for parking by Mike's place. Normally I take a cab there, but that obviously wasn't an option. I had to part a few blocks down. This was the street Angelo's store was on. That thought seemed to emerge in my mind, despite the haze I was in. My vision swayed as I walked. The adrenaline was still present inside of me and I still felt the inflaming rage I possessed for that slut. Thinking of Angelo though, it pushed that all aside. When I had his face in my mind, I became a different kind of fucked up.

The light of his shop was still on. I saw it turn off just as I noticed this. Out of the glass front door stepped a small frame I knew only as my angel. He truly was an angel, in the way he walked, how he talked, how he said my name.

"Chris," Angelo spotted me. I felt a shiver down my spine just to hear him say my name. He said, "What are you doing on this side of town so late?"

"I... had to drop something off at Mike's." I responded.

"Oh." He simply muttered, "I... haven't heard from you in a while. Can I walk with you to your car?"

The street light dawned on him in golden rays. It light him like the Heavenly spirit he was. I saw him as the only good in my life. After a moment of getting caught up in his eyes, I brought myself down to reality.

"Yeah. That would be nice." We began to walk, "I'm sorry I haven't called. My head has been a little fucked up lately."

I leaned against my car as we had reached it. Angelo looked up at me with concern, "Well that's all the more reason you should have called." He put his hand on my arm and seeped a frustrated sigh. God, I miss his touch. "Is everything alright?" His sweet sweet voice asked.

"No." I muttered, resisting saying anything else.

I opened the back seat of my car and took off my jacket, throwing it in the back seat. My eyes found him as I looked over my shoulder. His eyes were glossy in this weather. Already blue like a frozen lake, they were illuminated by the moonlight and rain. He was the most gorgeous human I have ever set my eyes on. I had my hand on the top of the door, and felt myself squeeze it out of frustration. I miss him. I miss him more than I can control, and I fucking hate when something is out of my control.

"Chris?" He called me when I hadn't provided him with more than a one word answer.

"Angelo," I sighed his name, feeling the way it graced my lips so perfectly. My voice dropped to a whisper, "You are still so beautiful."

"What'd you say? I can't hear you well over the rain." He said.

My anger over a loss of control was consuming me. I turned myself to be completely facing him. My fists were clenched. I closed my eyes a moment and thought back to the last time we made love. I remembered the way he sounded and felt. The way he smelled. He had smelled like the Heaven he is.

"Chris," He set his hand on my arm again, "Chris, you're scaring me. What's going on with you?"

His touch was enough. This time, with my jacket off, it was on bare skin. I grabbed him by both his arms. My strength and size greatly overpowered him to allow me to easily throw him down on the back seat of my car. He was under the impression that I've lost my mind, so he actually tried to fight me. Stupid boy. You know the fight of my victim just makes me more powerful.

Angelo tried to push me back. He repeated my name along with terms like "stop" but I didn't. I shoved his fighting arms out of the way as I climbed on top of him, crashing my lips against his. He was whining, crying a little even. I felt instant regret to know I was hurting him, but my fucking God it felt good to have him under me. Even if it was unwillingly, I was experiencing a sensation like I was high. He was hitting my back to stop, yet he kept slipping and letting himself kiss me back. He'd catch himself for a moment, then do it again.

"I'm going to fuck you whether you want me to or not." I seethed, holding his face in my hand, "Just give in."

"Have you lost your damn mind?" He scoffed.

"Angelo," I tried to catch my breath, "Look at me. Hey, look at me. Please, don't tell me you don't feel anything when you look me in the eyes?"

His irises hovered in mine. Angelo's expression softened. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and took a deep breath. His hand rested over his forehead as he thought through his emotions. I took this as his consent and lowered my lips to his jugular. Softly, yet feverishly, I kissed his flawless skin. His fingertips traced their way down my arm. Just this simple contact felt more amazing than any I had ever felt with any woman I've ever been with.

I pushed up his shirt until I had exposed the majority of his chest. Gently kissing one of his nipples, I earned a moan from him. It was like hearing Heaven hail a song. I returned to his lips as I undid his belt. He slipped one of his hands up my shirt and muttered a curse as he felt my toned core. Angelo ran his fingers down to my pants. He ripped them open in an instant. My mouth opened agape as I felt him pull out my cock. He stroked me slowly, gasping as he remembered how big my length was.

"I miss you." He whispered, his voice higher than usual from raised pleasure.

Lustfully and lovingly, I responded, "I missed you to. I miss making love to you."

"Chris?"

I looked into his eyes, "Yeah, Baby?"

He bit his lip slowly, "Fuck me, please." He whimpered upon his words.

I reached down to the floor of my car and felt around. There was a lot of condoms, lube, and women's panties from my many sexual adventures. I found an unopened condom and handed it to him to open while I reached under the seat for a bottle of lube. As he tore open the wrapper with his teeth, I sat up the best I could being in the backseat of a car. He rolled the protection on my hard on. I pulled down his jeans as much as I could, or at least as much as I needed to. He wears them so tight that I was peeling them down his skin.

Angelo released the sweetest moan the second I touched his entrance with a hand drenched in lube. I put one finger inside of him, feeling he was just as tight as I had left him. My second and third finger went inside him. I couldn't help myself from smirking as his back arched. I finger fucked him for a moment to warm him up. He was already moaned continuously.

Carefully, I lined myself up with his entrance and began to push inside his tight ass. His hands wrapped up into my hair as he gasped. Angelo pulled on my hair, which I knew from the past meant he wanted me to go faster. That's my angel. I started to fuck him harder and he moaned louder. Harder, louder, harder, louder, and repeat. I met our sweaty lips for only a messy kiss. He was moaning too loud for me to properly steal a kiss.

I pulled myself out and flipped him over. Angelo got on his knees and I reentered him. He fought to keep his balance as I fucked him hard. He grabbed onto the armrest of the car door as he screamed for me. Oh my fuck. His voice yelling my name was amazing.

"Oh, fuck, Chris!" He gasped, almost out of breath to say my name.

"I want to hear you cum." I growled.

"Harder, oh fuck!" He lunged forward as I hit his prostate hard. "Fuck, unf, un, un, fuck me!"

Angelo fell to his shoulders as he lost his balance. I put all my efforts into nailing him as hard and as fast as possible. He screamed to the Heavens as he came for me. There was a tear that escaped his eye as he rode out the orgasm. Seeing such a beautiful sight pushed me over the edge. My body tensed up only to release all stress as I released. I rested my head against his back as I came down from the most amazing feeling in the world.

He turned his head back towards me. His sweat had matted his hair and caused it to cover his eyes. Angelo kissed me weakly through short breaths.