Boris on the run

When it became clear that the cops weren't on his tail, Boris slowed down his run, heaving for breath. Running from the law had never been his strong suit. "Dumb cunt." He said to himself, doing a double take to ensure no one was around to hear him. "Man should be able to piss in peace."

In his haste, he hadn't been paying attention to where he'd been going, ducking from alleyway to alleyway in every effort to leave the busy street behind. He spun on his heels, trying to place himself. He only succeeded when a strong scent assaulted his nostrils. Whiskey, followed by tobacco.

"Isn't this where Rufus normally chills?" He looked around once more, making sure. Yes - slowly, he recognized the patchy disheveled jacket in the corner, the torn brown bags when empty bottles, and the toss empty packs of smokes. A telltale sign that he'd wondered into Rufus' nest.

That begged the question; where was the bloke?

He found him at the mouth of another alley, the black man with his back to him. "Yo, Rufus!" He called out, not wanting to startle the man and get shanked. Life was dangerous on the streets, and Rufus wasn't someone you wanted on your bad side.

The man turned at the voice, large yellow teeth shining as he grinned upon recognition. "Yo man! Boris! How's it cracking?"

The two exchanged their secret fist-pump; one of the few things they could call their own.

"Oh, you know, running from the man."

"Ain't that the truth."

"You any closer to seeing your son?"

Unlike Boris, Rufus had only recently been **** onto this dump they called home. Once a man of fine repute, Rufus had managed to find himself a wife, followed by a baby boy. While he'd struggled to make ends meet, the three of them had lived a happy life in their own corner of the world. That is, until his wife cheated on him with some corporate big shot and robbed him of everything in the divorce. She'd apparently gotten back together with a lawyer ex of hers; once he'd settled, Rufus soon found himself selling his home and barely having any coin in his name.

"I wish. That bitch ex wife of mine keeps fucking me over at every turn. Says I can't see my son until I'm employed again. Doesn't want me to be a negative influence, she says. It's like she conveniently forgot that the only reason I'm out here is because that sleaze bag lawyer of hers wiped be clean."

That very same sleaze bag lived just a few blocks down. Rufus hadn't chosen this street corner for nothing.

"Don't worry man" Boris put an arm on the his shoulder. "A little more and you'll be out of this shithole. Listen, I was thinking of heading down to Old Runback's; see if I can score myself a lady of the night. The sun's just about to set, we can pick our share of the good ones before they're all gone." And who knows, maybe having a second set of eyes could help him figure out what the fuck was going on today. "You game?"

The man shrugged off his hand, dismissing the offer. "Fuck that; all women are nothing but deceitful, cheating hoes. Ain't want nothing to do with them. Bitch's probably fucking him right now."

Boris did feel bad for the man; his experience had really soured him to into cynicism. Even still, every man felt better after a solid lay.

"Listen, I know it's normal for women to get back with their exes and fuck them senseless. Hell, it's pretty normal for girls to have a soft spot for them in general and forgive all the shit they put them through. But, you know what that means? It means that, in time, that'll include you too! Now, until then, why don't we go find ourselves some sweet puss to keep us warm tonight, hmm?"

Rufus turned to gaze at the distant complex once more; although now something seemed to have softened within him, his eyes no longer blazing with anger. He faced Boris soon after, nodding.

"You're right. Let's go get laid."

"Listen, V-"

"Don't call me that."

"Look, I'm so-"

"You cheated on me!"

"I can explain-"

"With my sister!"

This had been a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake. It'd been two weeks since the break up; two weeks filled with ice cream, chocolate, rom-coms, tissues, and tears since Vanessa had found her fiance Brian in bed with her younger sister. Two weeks since she dumped his sorry ass and moved in with a friend, graciously taking their spare bedroom.

Yet still, in a moment of weakness, she'd agreed to have him over. Despite the cheating, the yelling, and the bruises, she still had a soft spot for him. Her girlfriends had warned her not to do it, had warned her about her she'd feel. And yet, when he said he wanted to talk, despite her anger she couldn't say no...

The pair stayed silent for a while. Him unable to make eye contact; her battling mix emotions, unsure what to say. What was there even too say?

"Have you... Found anyone else?"

Figures he'd ask that.

"It's been two weeks, Brian."

"Right."

The way he said it made it seem like he'd almost expected her to have found someone else. Something clicked and she felt a sense of dread creep over her. She hadn't talked to her sister these past two weeks either...

"Are you still seeing her?"

His silence spoke volumes. Newfound rage boiled inside her, mixed with something else. Although she didn't want to admit it, part of her felt jealous. Part of her... wanted to claim him back.

Neither of them spoke for a while, each trying to best make sense of how to proceed. Vanessa was trying to soften her glare as she stared at him, noting that he was avoiding looking at her. His eyes bounced around the room and eventually settled on something to her right. Following his gaze, she noted he was staring at the sink.

She sighed, the act very familiar to her. "Go ahead, you can use it."

He gave her a look that told her he wasn't been expecting that kind of hospitality. Standing up in a rush, he made his way to the appliance while unbuckling his jeans to ultimately relieve himself in the metal sink. The moment she saw his cock, a wave a nostalgia coursed through her. That was the dick that had been both inside her and now her sister. She swallowed, thinking back to the pleasure it had given her, the heartbroken girl drowning in memories.

Him speaking was the only thing that brought her back to reality. He mumbled something about how he should be going and clamored another halfhearted apology while he tucked away his dick, making for the door.

Deep down, part of her knew that if she let him leave, she'd never see him again. And somehow, that was the most painful thing yet.

She called out to him. He paused and turned to look at her, confused. Wordlessly, she dragged him to her room.

When they were done, she asked him the question that had been on her mind the entire time he'd been fucking her. She needed to know why he'd done it.

He chuckled before explaining it to her. "I wanted to see who had the better pussy."

Her follow-up was asked before she could stop herself. "And... who...?"

"You."

Her heart skipped a beat. Maybe this wasn't a mistake after all.

"Is... my stuff still at your place?"

"It's exactly as you left." He paused, thinking. "Although, we'll have to kick your sister out. She sort of moved in."

Despite everything, Vanessa couldn't bring herself to feel bad. In time, her sister would forgive him too.