Kyle's POV

At the Titan Club headquarters' private sector...

"Wow," I breathed as Marcel and I finished yet another round of passionate lovemaking, him sliding off of me and unsheathing himself. "This has to be in the top five of sex that you and I had since I became your boyfriend! Dermott, you-"

He silenced me with a heavy kiss, our tongues swirling and twirling around each other like they were ballroom dancers lost in heat. "Fuck," he hissed as we broke apart. "I never felt so goddamned alive right now, Kyle! Ortex and I never want this bond with you and Kevarix to end. I'm hopelessly in love with you and I don't intend to let me go."

I smiled winsomely at his statement, looking straight into his eyes that were full of lust and liquid fire. "Where's all of this coming from?" I wanted to know. "I'm not going anywhere, babe. Since joining the Titan Club, you and I are mainly the power duo that gives all of Berkeley something to talk about daily. And let's not forget about everyone at school! We're like the modern-day gay version of David and Victoria Beckham, and not even they can hold a candle to us."

"Damn right," Marcel replied, voice low and seductive. "Besides, David may be a former candidate for Armani underwear, but I can be twice as better as he is."

I chuckled as I planted a kiss on his lips that soon became another makeout session as I let him climb on top of me and the two of us started getting all hot and heavy. Our cocks grinded against one another, both of them being cum-stained from wearing condoms earlier yet ready for another sexual release. "Beautiful," Marcel grunted as he caressed my abs and chests gently with one hand while jerking me off with the other. "Kyle, I want you more and more each day that we're together. Nothing and no one will keep us away from each other."

And when he began to head for my cock to devour my essence once again, I knew he meant every single word that he said. Damn that man for having such a wicked tongue and a never-say-die boner that just won't quit! But never let it be said that I wasn't happy with his magic because the next two hours are when he and I did every single position that might be illegal in several states.

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It was almost eleven at night when we finally decided to unwind and clean up (and yes, we did enjoy the shower sex because why not?) as we got ready for bed. "So, ready for Thanksgiving next week?" he asked me as the two of us got into the king-sized bed, not minding the slight coolness in the air despite being naked. "You know that our parents are hosting the dinner on Thursday, right?"

I nodded as we got under the sheets. "Yeah, especially when Mom's working the chefs to make sure that the food will be second to none and everyone's going to be there," I replied. "Grandma and Grandpa are slated to come, but my sisters will be heading back to LA tomorrow and won't be back until the new year with their schedules and all. Said that they have to deal with their clientele and all that."

"Aw, and I was hoping that we can make Khadijah and Khandi comfortable," Marcel whined, giving me a mock pout. "But business is business since they have lives to live. Hopefully, they'll take time off for next week and chill out."

"Maybe. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, I have a cousin who'll be moving to town over the weekend. He's from a small town near Vicksburg that's hard to pronounce yet full of character. Anyway, he'll be staying with me and my family until his parents arrive by next Tuesday to get settled in."

Marcel nodded. "I look forward to meeting him," he commented, stifling a yawn. "Anyway, babe, let's get some shut-eye. We have another morning run with the guys and still have school tomorrow. The last two days before the Thanksgiving week holiday are crucial for us to stay on top. Even heroes like us need to make sure to take nothing for granted."

I let out a jaw-cracking yawn. "Don't I know it," I hummed, feeling my eyes grow heavy. "I love you, Marcel Dermott."

"I love you more, Kyle York. Never forget that."

And so to sleep, perchance to dream. I felt like I was the happiest man on Earth.

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Marcel's POV

Five minutes after watching Kyle fall asleep, I got out the serum-filled syringe and got to work, injecting the nanites into his neck before standing up and beginning the chant. "Haters are the past. Titans are the future," I said lowly. "Haters are the past. Titans are the future. Haters are the past. Titans are the future. Haters are the past. Titans are the future."

Satisfied with my work, I quietly slid out of bed and threw the empty syringe away just as my cellphone buzzed with Mr. York's number  flashing across the screen. "Yeah," I said softly, ducking inside a soundproof room.

"Marcel, is it done?" I heard Kyle's dad ask.

"Yep, just had the serum injected after watching Kyle sleep soundly and all."

"Good. The more that we keep Kyle under our grasp, the less he'll think about his old life," my future father-in-law intoned. "But we got another problem in the form of my wife's country family soon to arrive. And I must warn you that he'll be ready to bust down our plans."

That caught my attention. "Kyle did say that he's quite a character," I noted.

"Yeah, for all the wrong reasons," I heard him scoff. "His name's Kelante Parrish and he's going to be working alongside those Outcasts, according to Marion. But we got another ally coming and Marion says that he knows her very well. Her name's Kennedy Deveraux, she being from Texas. She'll do her part to keep those losers away from us while Marion works to get Browning on our side."

"What of Maldonado and Telfair?" I asked.

A pause, then, "Andrew and Phillip are working on them and what those two told us. They weren't lying about the remnants ready to cause hell and all by crashing the dinner next week, so we need to take down those Outcasts once and for all. Kyle is now with us for life and no one, not even Browning himself or his girlfriend, will stand in our way. For now, make sure that Kyle is on our side and make sure that you're prepared for next week as we'll get things ready for you two."

"Right," I replied. "I'm off to bed, but we'll chat later."

We disconnected.

Smirking to myself, I made my way back to the bed and slid next to Kyle, him sleeping soundly like a log. "Everything's falling into place," I hummed softly. "And don't worry, Kyle. You and I are never going to be apart, not if I have anything to say about it. By next week, you and I will make things official. After that, there's no going back!"

And I meant every single word that I said. Once I make my final move next week, there will be no going back.

The heat is on and rolling, fine folks! What awaits Kyle next week as plans for Thanksgiving are underway? And will anyone be ready for Hurricane Kennedy and Superstorm Kelante, their personalities soon to clash with each other? All will be made clear in the chapters to come, so get ready to rock and roll! But coming up next, Khadijah and Khandi prepare for their return to LA while the remaining Outcasts (Tiffany, Tamarious, and Kyle's grandparents) work on a game plan for next week's festivities. Stay tuned, folks!

Dedication: GraveyardSiren. Song: none.

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