Continuing down, the two entered the rows of houses and continued down until they'd found the one that lay between a bombed out frame and a house who's windows and doors were nailed shut before its yard a lot full of ashes and bits of steel sat unused and behind it another usable house provided shelter for someone moving around inside. As they approached the back, Fang let the boy into the kitchen area through the sole backdoor and began readying two small glasses with ice. The table that sat within held magazines of many sorts, some open to select pages, and tiny pieces of cogs and springs and rods. Beyond the open arch a living with a modest television waited along with a half-completed puzzle and a couch that matched the chair that could barely be seen beside the opening. Modest as it were, the hallway also held a bedroom and an office area along with the bathroom that faced a much smaller room with nothing lain inside it. Drawing out his stash, the second tier member poured them both a trimmly filled glass and offered the first to his cohort with a "Prost!" and a toast of his glass.

Marveling over the innaards of Fang's home Viper took his glass and raised it up into Fang's toast. "Just what are we toasting to? so fine a drink deserves a fitting toast."He cooed, brightly smiling at Fang. The warmth in hhim was growing once more, the sense of welcomeness Fang had showed him sense day one had already begun to lighten the mood.

"Nice place you got here."

"It is. And we toast to life.", Fang smiled, "When you're too proud to toast your success and too damned for god, you got your Queen and country left to serve; And see as it is there's no queen and very little country left to toast anyway. So we'll toast the idea that we lived another day and be happy". Fang tilted his glass back and took a third of the liquor in his mouth as he savored the burn and the aroma of the fine liquor. No, in that moment he may not have believed in country or queen; But there was something besides himself to celebrate. Many things had been done in the more recent dates and this was simply to peak of their winning lotto. Taking another drink, the thug leaned against the counter and watched his friend and cohort as he drank his own.

"To life then."He added, taking the glass to his lips to drink a fair ammount. It was strong, a pleasant burn as it slid down his throat and warmed his belly. Viper wasn't much of a drinker but that was good stuff. he took a smaller sip after awhile the color on his cheeks darkening from the liquer.

With his own glass well since finished and his blood now heated by the liquor and his friend's own state, the thug was able to return to the male he was always known to be when a gun was not involved. Coming forward on the male he purred, "Now. That tenderness for your pains...". Fang reached gently out and threw one arm around Viper's shoulders and stepped so that they were chest to chest before he spoke. Looking the boy in the eyes he purred, "Why don't you take that shirt off and go relax in the recliner while I get a few things to make you squeal in joy? hmphmhmhmhmha My precious little friend". And with a pout he was almost locking his lips to the other's as they stood face to ever so nearby face.

Viper blushed more, nodding softly for it was the only thing he really could do given the proximity of Fang's lips to his own. He fumbled with the cloth, baaring his chest to the one that had most likely seen better before. "Since when did I become precious Fang?"He questioned, sliding into the recliner nervously. He still sipped at his drink, growing warmer with every drop.

"Since you saw so much at my own fault and lived to drink beside me as my brother in tattered arms.", the thug smiled generously and bowed his head with one eccentric motion to bow himself out of the room and back into his task at hand. Fang needed only go a few steps before he cut into the bathroom and stole up a plastic bag along with several items he would need for the task at hand. Next he threw the bag around one hand and trekked into the spare bedroom so he could get a few more things and snag the last of them on the go so that it didn't need to be placed within the bag. Stepping back out, Fang gently threw the clear plastic bottle to Viper's feet and followed up with the bag lain gently aside so that he could purr, "Surely you've had someone treat you like a prince before, no? Some distant lover who's touch you miss? Mayhap a friend who, like me, was willing to let you feel their affection in trusting arms?". Retreiving the bottle labeled 'CY', the thug played one small amount on his hands and rubbed them together as he spoke in an intimate tone of a practice not quite of a sexual nature.

"No... theres no one like that. a few girls I fooled around with but the only ones that ever got close to pampering me are dead." Blushing he watched Fang oil up his hands and remembered giving Specs that massage.

But the intentions were different, he could feel it in the tones of Fang's voice.

Reaching out to the boy's firm chest, Fang let his strong hands close around the bulge of muscle that came to be right at the bottom of Viper's weary chest. Strong fingers came and went slowly along the bottom of Viper's soft nipples and rolled up and up as Fang leaned into the male and gave his chest a rubdown that led up and up until it parted to tackle each shoulder with hands that were not quite expert, but born into talent and clearly trained for some short span of trial. Doing this to the male was enough that even Fang was blushing as he breathed heavy breaths and looked into those eyes for joy.

Viper surely enjoyed this, keeping quiet through the massage that made his muscles quiver in joy. The pleasure was in his eyes as well, there for Fang to see. "You give every guys you bring home a good old fashion rub down? You've got the skills for it."

Fang gently leaned in and smiled right against the other male's lips as his slicked up hands slid back from those shoulders and touched the other's back. "Why, yes.", the thug grinned like a jester and cooed, "But you want to guess how many men I've ever brought into my house?". Nipping the other's lower lip as he finished, the thug held up to fingers on one hand and one on the other as he spun his palms round and around. This was only his second time ever letting anyone see his house save the ones from before his life in the gang, and only his third person to ever be allowed that touch. Three delicate fingers and a one soft nip to announce his needing kiss were all the answers Viper got as the wind was then shared between them in a patient and wanting kiss.

Eyes gone wide Viper made a soft sound of suprise and didn't pull away. He wasn't going to question how many lover Fang had it wasn't right. It wasn't proper either but few things in life were.

He gave Fang what he wanted and added his own innocent passions to the locking of lips.

Fang passionately sucked on the other's lips and made one hot moan as he struggled to let himself back so that he could continue without this heavenly distraction in his way. Slowly pulling back he sighed. "Oh! gawds...", Fang purred as he leaned back and softly began to regret ever letting himself free, "I'm, uh. I'm sorry about that. I just can resist a beautiful face for only so long without needing more is all". Now looking back at that chest Fang returned to the man's shoulders and began working down toward his housemate's chest again.

Blushing deeply Viper couldn't keep quie. His mind and boody focused on that one goal of how deliciously good this felt. ut most of him still feared Fang bursting this buble of goodness and shattering his mind again with the violence he'd only recently expirienced. That fear crept over his body and finally pulled away. "Fang.. I-I'm afraid..."

"Of me?", the male purred as he placed another kiss just below his housemate's lean tummy and withdrew with a slight pop, "Or are you afraid that when I get my goal you'll regret letting me go so far? I know you have been hurt, Viper, but this". The other sighed as he nuzzled Viper's stomach. He needed that moment to think before he finished, "This is the only thing left to make that hurt go away. Fix the problem by associating bliss with painful memories. Gaining trust."

Gaining trust, yeah when he thought about it in a logical manner this made sense. Fang wanted to help him and the affection he seemed to have well that couldn't be entirely fake could it?

Looking down at the man willing to help him heal viper nodded and stroked Fang's hair softly. "Its silly- I'm just afraid to get hurt again. You won't purposefully try to hurt me will you?"

Fang turned his head upward and gently nipped at the air just in front of the other's hand as he spoke, "Oh? Then I might even have to break you into a new fetish, too, if you're so afraid of pain~...". Purring in a soft laughter, the shaggy headed male gently kissed the other's stomach again and rose with an offered hand. "Let us move your weary form to the couch. Then perhaps I can properly show you how I feel for you, my comrade, and perhaps even return your pleasure for the tight intrusion with a more. Intimate? Kiss?". Fang laughed very lightly and kicked the bottle of gooy CY once more as he awaited a respond to his lustful invitation.

"J-just.. don't hurt me.. like they did." viper rose to his feet, blushing even more aas he made his way over to the ouch and setled into th soft material. WIth his eys closed softly and limbs trembling he waited for Fang to show him the good that ould come out oof their bad situation. For a brief moment he worried over Specs, but those thoughts didn't last long and he worried over himself. Until Fang showed him exactly what he meant.

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Pulling his head out from the spot between the other's delicate thighs, Fang licked his upper lip again and sucked on its fleshy form to ensure that he was decent enough for the soft kiss that came before he left the other's warmth. As he rolled into a standing position the thug drew the bottom most item, a large green towel, from his back and cast it aside so that it would land on the boy's messy form. "Go ahead and get the mess off you while I get us some FizzFuzz from the kitchen. Figure we might enjoy a bit of soda to recharge~.", he jokingly purred those words and turned his tight body on the boy without worrying about the shed clothing he was missing in an obvious and beautiful way.

A soft coo in response and Vipers soft hands moved to take the offered towel to clean himself with. He couldn't help but feel better about things now. And he felt sleepy. odd how he'd been resting all day at Sweet Pea's home and here he was feeling the urge to slide into oblivion after bliss.

" Mmm yeah, soda sounds nice.."he mumbled, watching Fang move in ways that could only be described as admiration.

Strolling out into his kitchen, the thug withdrew two large glass bottles before feeling around for his belt. Finding only himself the male dragged the sodas back with him and laid them on the tabletop as he gathered his pants and large boxers, "Give me a sec to get them opened and we'll see about getting you some time to rest before I take you out to get your gear fitted". The shaggy headed thug yanked his pants to one side and cornered the beltbuckle in a flash as he used its inner rim to pry each bottletop from its rim before laying them on the table again and falling into the seat with a sigh.

"Alright.. what kind of gear?"He replied, mind fuzzy with the good feeling that he hoped he could now attribute to the acts they'd commited. Watching Fang open the soda's put him at ease- like htis was an everyday thing for the other male.

Maybe it was but Viper was glad his housemate was affectionate and attentive. SHivering in his own skin the skinny thug burrowed further into the couch for warmth.

"A want you to go see one of our arms dealers when he comes through. Good s*it, man. Pure french crafting with some good parts.", Fang nodded as he purred that praise and turned his eyes to the other with a soft bit of laughter in his soul, "The big guy you saw earlier, Benny, will fix it right up no matter what you got. Just have to wait for his fat**s to get back to his house. Til then its just gonna be me and you around here."

"I see, well that not too bad an idea."Viper purred, stroking the necklace he wore not out of nervousness or far but because he wanted to share this special moment with th fallen friends. ' Well guys I finally did it. And it seals the deal.'
Reaching over he stroked Fang's arm shoulder before grasping the soda offered to him. "Thank you.. for everything. I'm not as afraid of it now.."He whispered shyly.

Fang laughed softly and looked at the opposite corner of his chair as he spoke, "I'm glad. Not many people in the world I would rather have in my trust than you, Viper. So I'm really glad". Nodding to himself and trying to find some way to redeem his weak comment's, the gangster only settled on his own devices and found the small remote to his television so that they could have some sort of light and noise around them as the took their rest.