Vic woke slowly, letting each of his senses wake up. First came the sense of well-being and total relaxation. He felt . . . safe. Next came the slight twinges of muscles that had been well used - a pleasant sort of ache. Then came the feeling of strong arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly, as if to ensure he didn't move or to protect him.

Letting his eyes drift open, he turned his head slightly to find Alex asleep behind him, his face almost angelic in its purity of sleep. _Is this what I look like sleeping?_ he wondered to himself. _He looks so innocent and sweet - my very own fallen angel,_ Vic grinned to himself.

Taking one of the arms that held him securely, Vic brought the deadly yet beautiful hand up to his lips and kissed each finger softly. "I really do love you, Alex," he sighed, closing his eyes and snuggling against the older man, waiting for his lover to wake up.

Alex had woken as soon as Vic moved, but he remained motionless, waiting to see what Vic would do now that the morning after had arrived. When the other man kissed his fingers, he nearly cried out, so great was his relief. Vic's words made his eyes open just as Vic's closed, and he allowed himself a moment to look at the man who'd so quickly made a place for himself in his heart.

"I love you too, Victor," he murmured, tightening his grip on the man in his arms. "For a moment, I thought you were just a dream that I'd made up last night, but you're not. You're real, and you're here, and you're mine." He kissed the top of Vic's head.

Vic snuggled back against Alex, marveling at the turn of events of these past 48 hours. Here he was in the arms of a very, very dangerous and admitted assassin - a man he'd fallen in love with almost at first sight. It was probably, as Alex had said previously, very narcissistic, but there was just something magnetic about a powerful, dangerous and mysterious man.

God above, he was beginning to sound like one of those corny romance novels! "Alex, if I ever start sighing and swooning, promise to kill me?" Vic chuckled wryly. "And don't ask . . . really."

Stretching out, he rolled in his lover's arms to face Alex, gently petting his face. "Not a dream, love, I'm very real, or don't you remember sticking a needle in my ass and kidnapping me?" he tried to tease lightly.

Alex chuckled. "I remember sticking a needle in your ass and licking your cock. You tasted good." He smirked at Vic's look of shock. "You know I take what I want, baby. You should try it sometime." He lay sprawled on his back, relaxed, wondering if Vic would accept the challenge. Vic eyed the other man carefully, knowing full well that he was being dared. "Well, now that you mention it, I am rather _hungry_," he replied suggestively. Pretending to move downwards to the other man's morning erection, Vic kept going until he slid off the end of the bed and stood there grinning. "So, you have any clothes I can borrow since I seem to have left mine back at my apartment? I'm in the mood for beignets and coffee by the river."

Alex gaped at him for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Okay, beautiful, you win that round." He got up, heading out of the room. "Come on," he called over his shoulder, "we can conserve water by sharing a shower. It's our civic duty, after all," he intoned virtuously. "Then I think I might have something that would fit you. I'll take you to my favorite restaurant. They make the best beignets and cafe au lait in New Orleans. Or at least they used to. We'll see if it's still as good as I remember."

Vic smiled, following Alex's perfect bubble butt, grinning at the view and idly wondering when he'd get his chance to return all the favors Alex had been bestowing on him. The idea of actually getting into that pert ass made Vic even harder than normal for a morning.

"Alex - I want to fuck you so badly it hurts," he said casually as the other man was bending into the shower to turn it on and adjust the temperature. He laughed as Alex spun around and stared at him in shocked bemusement only to yelp as hot water cascaded down his back. "Problems, sweetheart?"

Alex shut his mouth with a snap. "Not if you're any good at follow through." He adjusted the water to a temperature that wouldn't be more appropriate to cooking lobsters and stepped under the shower. "Care to join me?" He turned his back to Vic, picking up the soap and starting to lather up. He made sure to bend over slightly so Vic would be looking at his butt. He grinned over his shoulder. "See anything you like, baby?"

"Maybe," Vic husked, watching enthralled as Alex washed himself with sensual strokes. Vic's hands itched to be the ones caressing that magnificent body, lathering it and playing with it. God, he wanted to be inside Alex.

Stepping under the spray of the shower, Vic took the soap from the assassin and began to wash him, paying long and delicate attention to Alex's nipples, his hard, flat stomach, his back and the nape of his neck. He left Alex's cock and ass alone, wanting to drive the older man insane with lust.

"So pretty," he sighed, even as his fingers traced a myriad of thin, ghostly scars, and he kissed each one reverently. "So perfect."

"So blind," Alex laughed, lapping up the attention nonetheless. "It feels so good when you touch me, baby." He arched into Vic's touch, purring contentedly. He leaned against the shower wall, letting Vic do whatever he wanted with him, giving up control to someone for the first time he could remember.

"Whatever you want," he whispered, shifting his legs apart slightly, offering himself.

"Want you - only you," came Vic's immediate and emphatic reply. In a tiny part of his mind a niggling voice reminded him that he had wanted one other man recently, but who, unlike Alex, had been off limits - both as a co-worker and due to the fact that he didn't bend that way. Shaking that thought away as a useless fantasy, Vic returned his attention to someone much better than a fantasy. His Alex.

"Want to spend hours, days, exploring every inch of you, but will settle for returning some of your loving right now," Vic husked, his mouth latching on to Alex's adam's apple and beginning to suck, even as his hands once more lathered up the soap - this time to slide across the taut globes of ass and to inveigle their way into the shadowy crevice between.

Alex moaned, his hands coming up to clutch at Vic's shoulders. "Then take me. Please, take me. Wanna feel you so deep inside me I forget anyone else. Wanna look up and see you looking back at me. Want to remember that you made me live. Show me why, Vic." He spread his legs even wider, counting on Vic to help him maintain his balance. He pushed his ass back, trying to drive the teasing fingers into him, pleading for more, wanting the incredible pleasure he found with Vic. Groaning softly, Vic slicked his cock with the remaining suds then moved to position himself between Alex's legs. His fingers breached his lover gently, stretching Alex bit by bit until the older man was crying out in English and Russian, his words hot and crude, which only made Victor harder.

With trembling fingers Vic guided himself into Alex, feeling the tight ring of muscle give way and delicious heat envelope the flared head of his cock. Inch by inch he slowly eased himself inside until he was fully buried, his head coming to rest on the assassin's shoulder, his breathing sounding like he'd just raced and won a marathon. "Love you, love you, love you," the ex-cop chanted, trying desperately to hold on and wait for a sign that it was all right to move once more.

Alex moaned long and loudly when Vic sheathed himself in his ass. It was incredible. He wished he could see them, deciding in that instant to get the shower walls mirrored. He twitched, pushing back against Vic then pulling forward, slowly fucking himself on the rigid cock in his ass. "Not enough," he gasped. "More, damn you, give me _more_." He shoved his ass at Vic, clenching his cheeks, demanding more.

"Fuck, Vic, fuck me!" One hand reached back, grabbing Vic's hip and digging in hard enough to bruise. "Need you, baby. Take me!"

It was all the permission Victor needed as his hips began to slowly move, picking up speed as they went until the moist sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room and he was slamming into the Russian-American. One hand roped around his waist, palming Alex's erection before wrapping it in a tight grip to pump it simultaneously.

Giving in to a barely admitted let alone acknowledged desire, Vic's mouth latched on to the nape of Alex's neck, and he gently bit into the flesh, sucking on it for all he was worth, claiming his lover as thoroughly as Alex had claimed him.

When he felt Vic's teeth bite into his neck, Alex screamed, pleasure shooting through him. He exploded over Vic's fist, his body convulsing, milking his lover, trying to draw him over the edge as well. His fingers clenched even more tightly on Vic's hips, his nails leaving a neat line of bloody crescents. His wail of ecstasy echoed in the marble room, and it was one word, "Vic."

"Mine," Vic purred softly, his own orgasm less intense due to the number of times he'd been driven to the edge and over the day before. "All mine and I'm never letting you go," he sighed, licking the small wound one last time and laying his head on the strong, lean back while the now lukewarm water cascaded over them both, washing them clean once more. Alex sighed softly, content. "Don't ever want you to. I would have to shoot you if you tried to get away," he joked softly. "Come on, beautiful, the water's getting cold. Let's get out of here."

***

Vic looked at himself in the mirror, then glanced at Alex. Both were dressed in black jeans and white tee-shirts, the only difference being that Alex had his black leather jacket on despite the heat. It covered the Browning Hi-Power shoved into the waistband of his jeans. If it weren't for that and Vic's gold hoop in his ear, it would be almost impossible to tell them apart.

"Maybe we shouldn't go out - we're gonna get noticed," the ex-cop husked, concerned that maybe his lover's employer would have people watching for Alex. He didn't want Alex to get into trouble for him; he _would_ rather die then let anyone hurt the older man.

Alex chuckled. "Baby, we're always going to get noticed, so we might as well start dealing with it now. We can't stay in this house forever. We're in New Orleans, so let's enjoy it. Just let me know if there's anywhere your Agency is likely to be so we can avoid them."

"I was thinking about you, Alex," Vic admitted. "The Director will just hand me over to Doby for discipline - nothing major . . . but the people you work for," he trailed off. "They make me nervous, Alex. I don't want you hurt."

Alex laughed. "Not too likely. But they might go after you to get to me. That could get very messy in public, since I won't let them get anywhere near you. For the record, beautiful, no one disciplines you but me." Alex frowned at the very idea.

Vic felt a shudder chase down his spine, voluptuous in its intensity. "I think I like the sound of that," he husked, his eyes turning stormy as he turned to look at Alex. "I've always been the protector; this . . . feels nice."

Alex's eyes ran over him hotly, then he shook himself and stepped back. "Stop that," he said mock sternly, "or we're never going to get breakfast. Come on, let's go 'laissez les bons temps rouler'," he grinned.

Vic rolled his eyes but followed the other man outside, getting a good look at the place he'd ended up for the first time. "Damn . . . Alex, this is . . ." Vic was speechless. He'd figured the house was huge, but he'd only seen the 'playroom' and the short hallway to Alex's room. It was huge. An old-fashioned antebellum plantation house - with a vast amount of property attached.

"We're not even in New Orleans anymore, are we?"

Alex shrugged, not seeing anything special about the house where his mother had grown up. "Sort of. The property taxes go to New Orleans, but we're far on the outskirts. Does it matter? We'll be in the city proper quickly enough." He led Vic around to the garage, opening the door to reveal several vehicles, and headed for a black T-bird. "Coming?"

"Alex . . ." Vic shook his head. Beauty, brains and wealth . . . and Vic knew enough about his lover in the short time they'd talked to know that every cop instinct in him told him he did _not_ want to know where Alex's money came from. Live in the moment and try not to think about his lover's past.

Jogging to catch up, Vic eyed the vehicles appreciatively then whistled at the sleek monstrosity of a Thunderbird. "You _are_ gonna let me try it out, right?"

Alex grinned. "I dunno. Think you can handle this beauty? I'd hate for either of you to get damaged." He petted the hood of the car teasingly, knowing that Vic was watching him avidly.

Vic growled softly, "I handled _you_, didn't I?" he husked, reminding Alex of their efforts to 'conserve' water that had lasted until the hot water tank had given out. "You drive there; I need to know the road before I get behind the wheel." That said, the Canadian walked around the front of the car, making sure to prowl when he walked and giving Alex a good view of his tight denim encased ass.

Alex growled, knowing damn well that Vic was showing off for him. After all, he did the same thing when he was trying to get someone's attention. "Careful, baby," he warned throatily. "You may get more than you can handle if you keep poking me." That said, he moved to the driver's seat, settling himself into his car with a contented sigh.

Vic purred soft in his throat, and for once eschewed the sensible task of putting on his seatbelt. Instead he cuddled up next to his lover. If Alex thought that was poking, he hadn't seen anything yet!

Once on the street, Alex dropped his right hand onto Vic's leg, petting him lightly. "Mmm, nice," he murmured, his hand creeping upward slowly, stopping just below the growing bulge in his pants. He glanced down quickly, a smug smile flitting across his face. "Very nice," he repeated.

"I think I like having my own personal cuddle toy." His hand rose the final fraction of an inch to cover Vic's cock, his fingers slowly tracing the outline, petting him again.

Vic groaned softly and shifted himself out of Alex's reach. "That's not part of the game, handsome," he husked, a wicked grin spreading across his lush lips. His own hands drifted down, but instead of petting Alex's cock through denim, Vic released the throbbing flesh from its cloth confinement.

"This, on the other hand, is," he continued with a truly devilish grin before sliding down the seat and under the steering wheel to take Alex's cock in his mouth, slowly inhaling it inch by inch.

Alex gasped, his fingers clenching on the steering wheel, and he fought to keep his eyes from closing. "Bastard!" he swore, one hand dropping to rest on Vic's head, fingers combing restlessly through the silky hair.

"God, you have a mouth like a whore, so fucking good," he rasped, already having noticed that lewdness turned Vic on. "Suck me, baby." His legs spread wider, and he forced himself to move his hand back to the steering wheel.

Vic chuckled around the mouthful of flesh he was engrossed in exploring, the throaty reverberation tickling along Alex's salty cock. Relaxing his throat muscles in a way he hadn't done for a very long time, Victor took more and more of Alex inside, until he was buried to his lover's root, his nose inhaling the musky scent of his lover's desire.

Slowly easing his head upwards, he began to hum softly, dragging the vibrating lips along the already straining shaft until all that remained in his mouth was the crown of Alex's cock. Tongue lashing like a living whip, Victor plied its tip to the extremely sensitive underside, where the foreskin was once attached but had been removed when Alex was circumcised.

Alex groaned harshly, wanting to yell, wanting to force Vic to take him back down his throat, wanting to come, wanting to feel this pleasure forever and never come. "So good, baby," he repeated. "All mine." He tensed, feeling his balls draw up, and gasped out, "Wait, you have to stop, I'm gonna come, oh god, stop, Vic, stop..."

His hips rose off the seat, and he trembled right on the brink of orgasm. One more lick, one flick of Vic's tongue, and he would come.

There was no way in hell Vic was gonna stop now. He wanted this - ever since Alex had teased him earlier that morning about licking Vic's cock when he'd grabbed him the night before. It had preyed on Vic's mind all morning, what would it be like, feel like, taste like?

Vic wanted to feel Alex lose control, to come in his mouth and scream out loud while driving the car. He wanted to taste the hot rush of salty sweet fluid from his lover. And by god he was going to get it too. Without warning he sank down onto Alex's shaft once more, except this time on his upwards stroke he allowed his teeth to scrape lightly across the straining flesh, humming even as he did it. _Come for me, handsome, let me taste you,_ he thought feverishly, his own aching erection forgotten in the need to take this part of Alex into himself.

A strangled scream escaped Alex when Vic's sharp teeth scraped his cock, the erotic pain setting every nerve on his body screaming. "Victor, fuck, stop... please... gospodi!" He cried out as he exploded, his eyes closing for a brief instant before he forced them open. He whimpered; Vic was still sucking his cock, ignoring his pleas, not letting him subside, forcing him to feel ever more.

It tasted like the bitter salt of the ocean, the finest champagne, a saucer of cream . . . and Victor lapped his lover up, relishing every pearlescent drop that slid down his throat. Finally relenting with a last, savoring lick, Vic extricated himself from Alex's lap, and gently tucked his lover away again. Setting Alex to rights, he resumed his spot curled up next to the other man, a proverbial cat who ate the Alex grin on his face, his tongue straying out every once in a while to search out more of his lover's essence.

Alex laughed. He reached over, a finger lightly tracing Vic's lips, catching a single droplet of his come and bringing to his own mouth. "I'm gonna make you pay for that, baby; you know that, don't you?" He smiled sweetly, his hand returning to Vic's lap, petting the rigid cock.

"Open the glove compartment, Vic." He waited till his lover did, then chuckled at the gasp. "Take it out and put it on, Vic." He simply waited, confident that Vic would do as he was told. "Put the cockring on, Vic." He stroked his lover's aching cock again.

"Alex - I'm too hard; it would kill me if I don't calm down a bit," Vic whined shamelessly. The very idea of him putting that on and sitting in a restaurant hard and aching while pretending to be in control and 'normal' made him _feel_ the blood thrum in his erection. That was how hard he was.

"Put. It. On." Alex's tone brooked no denial. He would have his way in this. "You will wear it even if I have to stop this car to put it on you, baby. But if that happens, it'll stay on you all day. I'll fuck you and I'll come, but I won't let you. I'll keep you hard all fucking day till you scream if a breeze touches you." He petted Vic again. "But if you do it yourself, after breakfast, I'll take you somewhere and make you come so hard you forget your own name. Your choice." His fingers still stroked Vic lightly, keeping him totally aroused, though his words alone would probably have been enough.

"Alex," Vic whimpered, his head lolling back onto the seat and his breath coming in little panting gasps as he tried desperately to control his aching body. His throat muscles moved convulsively as they were stretched taut from the angle of his head and his dry swallowing.

Head never returning upright, Vic blindly undid the waistband of his now too tight jeans, making sure to pull the loose white shirt out to cover the straining fabric later when he would have to mince into the restaurant.

Turning his head, he bit into the leather of Alex's jacket to prevent his scream of need from escaping. Whimpering constantly, he felt his way to the base of his cock and then snapped the too tight leather ring on, feeling his cock and balls constrict in a painful manner, preventing his orgasm.

Breathing harshly, his every muscle thrumming with supreme tension, Vic just sat there for long moments, not seeing the countryside melt into city as he was so on edge that even the passing breeze was a razor touch of pleasure. Alex watched him out the side of his eye, a tiny, devilish smile touching the corners of his mouth. He stroked Vic's hair soothingly, absently noticing that he was going to have to get a new jacket; this one had tooth marks in it.

"God, you're beautiful, baby. Every person in that restaurant is going to be looking at you, wanting you and envying me. But I'm the only one who can have you, who _will_ have you."

He drew one of Vic's hands to his mouth, licking and sucking his fingers, one by one, then two, then three, sensually doing to Vic's hand what he had done to Alex's cock. "Mmmm," Alex purred. "Good. I love the way you taste." He placed Vic's hand on his cock.

"Wanna taste you, baby. Touch yourself, make the precum drip, then give it to me on your fingers," he instructed hoarsely.

Vic jerked as if shot - a sensation he knew intimately. "No," he whimpered, pulling away from Alex quickly. "Too much, Alex - it hurts!" he nearly wailed, his back going ramrod straight, his face white from the strain. He was being flayed alive with need, and his sadistic lover just sat there and grinned and called him beautiful.

Vic wanted to curl up into a ball and whine but finally found the strength to right himself, biting down on his lip 'til he drew blood in order to keep from screaming so loud every cop in The Easy would come running.

"Okay, baby, I understand if you can't do it," Alex soothed, pulling the car over and putting the parking brake on. He kissed Vic softly, licking the blood away from his lush mouth, one hand braced on Vic's chest, teasingly nudging one rigid nipple.

"Since you can't give it to me, I'll just have to take it," he said. That was the only warning Vic had before Alex's head was in his lap, his tongue lapping delicately at the tip of his cock, licking away the strands of precum, probing at the slit for more.

Victor's wail ripped through his throat like a savage beast. The world exploded around him, and he nearly blacked out from the unbelievable pleasure pain. Trying desperately to somehow writhe out from underneath his sadistic lover, he was wild-eyed - like a cornered and terrified animal, desperate to escape.

"ALEX!!!"

Alex decided that the desperation in that wail was sufficient, and he sat back up with a final flick of his tongue. "Next time, baby," he warned, laughter dancing in his eyes, "do what I tell you. Although come to think of it, I liked that even better. You really do taste good." He knew Vic wasn't really hearing him right then, but the sound of his voice should ground him.

"Breathe, baby," he said, petting Vic's hair, being careful not to touch him anywhere else. "Come on, Vic, we're almost there. That's it, slowly. Take a deep breath. Good."

He started the car again and drove the remaining few blocks to the restaurant, parking and turning to watch his suffering lover. He got out of the car and went around to Vic's side, opening the door and offering his hand to help him out.

Glaring daggers at the older man, Vic eschewed his offer of help. "Bastard," he husked through gritted teeth. "You fight dirty."

_And so did I and I deserved it, but dammit did Alex have to be so damn smug about it?_ Vic thought painfully as each step rubbed his excruciatingly tight pants against his too, too sensitive, cock making him whimper in painful need. He was going to die. He just knew it. He was going to have a heart attack or stroke or something and when rigor mortis set in, he'd be poker stiff for eternity. God, the Director would love that one!

Alex followed behind him, loving the sight of every painful step, careful to muffle his snickers. When Vic got inside, he was going to kill him, Alex was sure of it. But it was worth it. He was amazing when he was aroused like this. Alex glared at a young woman who seemed to think so as well, and he moved closer, placing a possessive hand on his lover's shoulder, staking his claim.

As they stepped inside, they paused to allow their eyes to adjust to the dimness after the bright New Orleans sunshine.

"Alexandre!" The cry rang out through the restaurant, making the patrons and staff crane to see whose arrival had brought Pauline running through her establishment with such a joyful cry. "Mon bebe, you came home at last!" A still strikingly beautiful black woman with silver in her hair hurled herself at Alex, catching him in her arms, crying all over him. Vic watched the scene unfold in horrified disbelief, feeling the eyes of every single patron in the restaurant on him. He wanted to crawl under a table or be swallowed up by a hole. Here he was flushed, aching, sweating and strained, and Alex was _drawing_ attention to them. Jesus. Sadistic didn't even begin to describe the older man.

Trying to slink into the shadows, Vic fell back a pace or two, hoping to make a break for the washroom, remove the infernal torture device and jack off to relief. To hell with what Alex wanted, he was gonna die of mortification.

Sensing that Vic was about to bolt, Alex snaked an arm around his waist, holding him fast. "Pauline, cherie, this is Victor." Alex's voice softened and warmed when he spoke Vic's name, and Pauline peered curiously at the other man. She'd never heard Alex speak that way before.

When she got a good look at Vic, she gasped. Had she not been present at Alexandre's birth, she would have sworn that she was looking at twin brothers. She knew that Alex had no brother, however, and the expression in both men's eyes when they looked at each other was far from brotherly.

"You come upstairs with me," she ordered, heading toward the back staircase. "You will have breakfast with me and tell me all about it." She glanced over at a dignified man who appeared to be in his 40s. "Etienne, cher, you keep things running smoothly here. Alexandre and I have some catching up to do."

She settled the two men on a sunny balcony, at a wrought iron table, and plied them with beignets and cafe au lait. "Now, mon p'tit, you tell me all about it."

Alex gave her a judiciously edited account of his life, ending with, "I wanted you to meet Vic, Pauline. I love him."

"Then welcome to my family, Victor," Pauline responded, holding out her arms for a hug.

Vic cringed inwardly. If he stood up, Alex's dear old friend was gonna have a piece of granite gouging her stomach when he hugged her. This would call for some very delicate maneuvering.

Sweat beaded his upper lip as he rose from the chair with his normal grace, every motion pure torture, but he had to at least _pretend_ Alex wasn't an evil and sadistic bastard who was at this very moment inflicting cruel and unusual punishment upon him.

With a look shot to Alex that promised serious retribution, Vic walked around the table so that he was _behind_ Pauline and gave her a hard hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I may not have known Alex for long, but I know he doesn't deserve a beauty like you, black-hearted devil that he is," Vic smiled at the older woman before taking her hand for a final kiss. "Thank you for making me family. I just hope that _I'm_ good enough."

Alex bit the inside of his cheek to hold back his laughter. He'd wondered how Vic would handle this, and his lover had risen to the occasion beautifully. God, how he wanted to throw Vic against the railing and have him!

Pauline smiled at the charming man who looked so like her Alexandre. Long familiar with her boy and his wicked sense of humor, she didn't miss the tiny signs of discomfort in Victor, and she was sure that Alex was in some way responsible. Had she known Vic longer, she'd have taken Alex to task then and there, but she didn't want to embarrass Victor by letting him know she'd noticed. She turned a gaze in Alex's direction that let him know she knew.

"More like my Alex might not be good enough for you," she finally responded. "I love the boy, but I know he can be black-hearted devil at times." She smiled at Alex ever so sweetly.

"Ma'am, if I thought I could keep you or that Alex would let me get away after all the trouble he went to to get me in the first place, I'd ask you to marry me on the spot. You are a grande dame in its truest meaning," Vic replied with a soft smile, returning to his seat.

Eyes clouding over for a brief moment, the ex-cop reflected on his own childhood and parents. Dad was a hardass and mom . . . well she might have turned out like Pauline had she not married his father, but fate, and his older brother, got in the way. She was now the posterwoman for the P.T.A country club set who spent more time with her cronies then she had with her two youngest children. To have someone like Pauline. . .

"You call me ma'am again, and I'll turn you over my knee, cher," Pauline said gruffly. This one had wounds of his own, like her Alex. "You call me Pauline."

Alex smiled, reaching out to hug her again, incredibly relieved that she'd accepted Vic so easily. Pauline was the closest thing to family he had, except for Vic, and he wanted them to get along. "Thank you, cherie, thank you."

Pauline kissed his cheek. "How could I not love anyone you love, p'tit? Come now, tell me about yourself, Victor." And she settled herself beside them at the table to enjoy breakfast and talk.

Vic blushed softly. "Well, there's a lot I can't tell you about my job and stuff; I work for the Canadian government in a position where the less my loved ones know the better," the ex-cop answered, before taking a another bite of the beignet.

"Pauline, can you teach me how to make these? They're heaven!" he sighed, not changing the subject but merely enjoying the moment for what it was. Taking another sip of his café au lait, he continued.

"I used to be a cop, Toronto PD, Narcotics, but my captain was dirty, and he needed a scapegoat, so I got set up, lost my badge and nearly got prison for life. My boss offered me a deal - work for the government and my trumped up charges would disappear. I figured what the heck, cops don't tend to live long in the prison system, so I had nothing to lose," Vic told both of them matter-of-factly. Alex knew he'd been a cop, but Vic knew his career record was sealed so there was no way the older man could have known. He might as well find out now that Vic wasn't as clean as he thought.

"I've got a mother, father, older brother and younger sister. My younger sister and I are still pretty tight, but except for the yearly holiday phone calls, I don't really see the rest of my family all that often. They live in Vancouver, I live in Toronto, and we never seem to be able to make it to either place," he said with a shrug.

"I was engaged, that didn't work, have two partners, one being the ex-fiancee and the other a goofball I'd trust with my life, and I live a pretty quiet life when not working," Vic finished. Damn, he'd never realized just how pitiful his life really sounded until he summed it up out loud. Shrugging it off, he reached for another beignet, the slight movement reminding him yet again of his lower extremities.

Alex reached across the table, catching Vic's hand in his own. "Sounds like no one's ever properly appreciated you, beautiful. I swear to you, that's all changed. We're together now, baby, and I love you." He stared at Vic, his heart in his eyes.

"But you should know the truth about me," he whispered, trying to nerve himself up to tell the two people he loved most in the world the truth about who and what he really was.

Vic shook his head. "Who you were isn't who you are now. Who you are now is the man I love, the man who's my future. That's all that matters, Alex," the ex-cop replied adamantly. What he knew, what he'd seen of Alex's skills was enough . . . for now. Alex could tell him later if he really wanted to. Pauline . . . didn't need to know the unimportant stuff - the things that could come between a mother and her son.

Alex tightened his grip on Vic's hand, drawing strength from him. "Thank you, Vic. I love you so much, can't believe how much, how important you are to me so quickly." He smiled, deciding in that instant that he _would_ get free of the Consortium no matter what. He would not allow anything to threaten Vic.

The conversation grew less intense for the remainder of their visit, then Alex led Vic back out to the car. "Come on, baby, I wanna take you to a place I used to know out on the levee."

"Alex," Vic growled softly. "This had better be the place where you make me come so hard I forget my own name because if it isn't, I won't be held responsible for my actions," the Canadian threatened softly.

While it had indeed been a pleasant way to spend the morning, Vic's control was hanging on by the thinnest of gossamer strands. It had taken every ounce of his willpower to at least _appear_ somewhat normal for Pauline. Now that the interminable wait was over, Vic was ready to pounce.

Alex stroked his back soothingly. "It is, baby. You've been so good, and I'm going to be good to you. And then you can do anything you want. _After_ I'm done with you, beautiful. Till then, you're all mine. I'm gonna make you scream so loud they hear you in Canada," he promised.

"So get in the car, and we'll be there soon." He opened the passenger door and motioned Vic in. "Just so long as they can't hear me in Iceland," Vic muttered under his breath, then shot his hands out in a lightening quick movement, yanking Alex down to mouth level. To say that he devoured his lover's mouth would have been an understatement. He tried to inhale Alex whole.

Releasing the other man as quickly as he caught him, Vic purred softly. "Well what are you waiting for, big, bad assassin man? Drive already."

Alex stumbled slightly, thrown off balance, and grinned down at his lover. "Well, I'd probably drive better from inside the car." He smirked and shut the door, moving around to the driver's side.

Once they were on their way, he reached over and pulled Vic against him. "I liked having you against me earlier. So stay over here," he whispered, inhaling the smell of his shampoo in Vic's hair. He dropped a hand into Vic's lap, petting lightly, but took it away almost at once, not wanting to torture him any more.

"Won't be much longer, Vic," he soothed.

"Alex," Vic whined, once more biting into the leather jacket to help keep himself from losing it. "Don't. Please?" he begged softly. "It really hurts 'Lex; I _really_ need you," he groaned out past the leather.

But the ex-cop didn't pull away or try and stop Alex. Perversely he loved the idea that Alex couldn't keep his hands off of him, no matter that the top was down, they were driving in traffic and anyone could see what the other man was doing to him. He even enjoyed the thrum of pleasure-pain that spiked through him. But if he didn't get relief soon, he would die. No question of that.

Alex pulled onto an old dirt road, driving for a several more minutes till they seemed to be in a world of their own. "I used to come here when I was a teenager, never saw anyone else out here. It's on land that my family owns, that I own now, I guess, so it might be that no one else knows about this place." He shrugged. "Anyway, we won't be disturbed out here."

He got out of the car and moved over to a grassy spot in full view of the car, where he started stripping off his clothes, slowly, erotically. He petted himself as he bared his body, enticing Vic to come touch for himself.

"Alex," Vic husked, his breathing becoming labored once more. "What are you . . . God!" Vic was out the car in an instant and next to his lover.

His hands traced rock hard abs, played with taut nipples and then he bent to taste them, whimpering at the flavor that exploded on his tongue. Looking up into eyes of dark agate, Vic begged shamelessly. "Please let me take this damned ring off now, Alex, please?"

Alex stared back at him, nodding. "Just don't come yet, baby. After waiting this long, you want it to last more than a few seconds." He slowly removed Vic's clothing, trying not to torment him but unable to resist caressing the warm golden skin as it was revealed. "How do you want this, baby?"

"Want you in me again, Alex," Vic husked, shivering with pent up desire and need. "Want to feel you all around me, making me crazy. Then after we've calmed down, I wanna return the favor. If I do you now, I won't last at all; the minute I try to get inside, I'll lose it," he admitted, nipping at his lover's shoulder - hard.

Alex groaned. He loved it when Vic bit him. "Better not take that restraint off till I'm inside you, beautiful. I don't want you coming when I'm getting you ready, and I don't think you want that either. As soon as I'm in you, we'll get it off you. Right now though, I want you down on all fours," he directed, sinking to his knees behind Vic.

If he got any hotter, he'd spontaneously combust, Vic thought to himself as he quickly stripped out of his tee-shirt, taking more care and time getting his jeans off. _On all fours._

"Jesus wept," he gasped softly as pure, wanton, desire raced over him. "Alex," he moaned, lowering himself to his knees, then bending forward so that his weight rested on his hands as well, his ass thrust out towards his lover, head lowered submissively, waiting for his lover to claim him.

Alex shuddered, not sure he would be able to hold back until he got inside Vic. The prolonged tease had made him hotter than hell, and seeing Vic waiting for him like that was enough to make him come. "So fucking beautiful," he rasped, his hands digging into Vic's hips as he fought to hold on.

He clawed at his jacket to pull out the lube, squirting a glob directly onto Vic's back with a quick apology when the cool gel made him shiver. He scooped some of it up with two fingers, quickly working one, then both inside his shaking lover. "Can't wait any longer," he groaned, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his cock.

"Yesssss," Vic hissed with a voluptuous shiver chasing down his spine. Eyes closing, he thrust his hips backwards, needing Alex deeper, harder. "God, fuck me, 'Lex, make me scream like you promised," he panted, rocking back and forth on his hands and knees, helping the motion.

His cock had to be three different shades of purple, but the way he was balanced, there was no way Vic could reach down and undo the damned leather strip. "'Lex - need - you gotta let me loose, can't do it, please, 'Lex," he begged, fucking himself harder and harder onto his lover.

"God, yes," Alex groaned, "Want to hear you come, feel you. But you gotta hold still for a minute so I can get it off, baby, don't want to hurt you. Come on, stay still." He ran a soothing hand over Vic's shivering back, once again holding his hips with one hand, then reaching beneath him to unfasten and remove the straining strip of leather.

"There, baby," he murmured, pulling almost out of Vic and slamming into him to the root as soon as he'd tossed the cockring aside. "Come for me. Let me hear and feel you," he demanded, trembling on the brink himself, only wanting to make Vic come first.

"'LEX!!!" Vic screamed as his prostate was raked by his lover's cock, all the frustration and need of the past hour burning through him like wildfire. It caused him to buck and writhe as his cock spasmed again and again, sending thick white ropes of his seed to paint the tall grass underneath him. Vic's wails went on and on, until at last his voice cracked, and all he could do was whimper and thrust back harder and harder against Alex.

Vic's spasms dragged Alex's orgasm out of him, and he shoved hard into his lover's body, hitting his prostate again, his hand still on Vic's cock, stroking him almost roughly as they came together. He muffled his own cry by biting into Vic's shoulder, tasting the sweet, coppery tang of his blood.

"Mine," he whispered as he collapsed on top of his lover, his weight pushing Vic to the ground.

Vic groaned softly and lay still, panting and luxuriating in the feel of his human blanket. "You realize I'm gonna walk funny for the rest of my life, don't you?" he laughed weakly, bringing one of Alex's hands to his mouth and kissing each individual finger before tucking it under his heart.

"Hard to believe 48 hours ago I didn't know you, and 24 hours ago I wanted you dead, and you were going to kill me," he sighed. "New Orleans is definitely a lot more adventurous than I ever suspected it would be."

Alex started to laugh, sighing softly in disappointment when he slipped out of Vic. "I think the adventure has more to do with the people involved than the location, beautiful. I never thought I'd be grateful to the cancerstick for anything, but I'm glad he sent me here to meet you." He snickered. "I should send him a thank you card."

"No!" Vic choked, panicked. "Don't - if he knows, I could lose you, Alex. I . . . I can't go back to who I was before you, and I don't know if I could go on without you now . . . please," he beseeched softly, turning to hug his lover tightly to him. "Don't leave me alone again."

"Shh, baby, I was joking," Alex soothed, holding Victor tightly. "I wouldn't let that bastard anywhere near you, won't draw his attention to you." He pulled Vic on top of him. "And you really don't have to worry about me leaving you. You couldn't pry me away with a stick of dynamite," he teased, trying to calm Vic, regretting upsetting him.

Vic groaned. "God - I sounded hysterical. It's just that . . . the thought of losing you terrifies me, 'Lex. I've never felt like this before about anyone . . . and I _know_ you can take care of yourself, it's a damn foolish reaction, but those people you work for scare me - and it takes a lot to scare me these days," the ex-cop confessed, bending down to kiss his lover.

"What are we gonna do, 'Lex? Really? As much as I want to, I can't stay hidden here forever, and _they_ know where you are, and I can't disappear; I can't leave my partners and my family like that. . . " Vic sighed unhappily, reality finally starting to kick in.

"And you won't have to," Alex promised. "I'll get rid of the Consortium once and for all this time. I have a reason now. I suppose I can learn to get along with the Agency, so long as they don't interfere between us." He sighed. "But could we have a few days alone here first?" he asked wistfully. "I'd like to spend time with you, and it's been years since I was home."

Vic smiles, caressing his lover's face before kissing his lips sweetly. "Isn't Mardi Gras next week? I've never been. Is it true you can make love on the street, and people will actually cheer you on? Maybe we can get a room for the night - on the parade route and watch from the balcony and make love where the world can see, get drunk, have some crawdads, maybe go to a blues club, or even to Tipitina's? I'd even dress up in a costume for you," Vic teased.

"Then we can gorge ourselves on pancakes for Fat Tuesday, and after that we can face the world again. Sound like a plan to you, 'Lex?"

"Sounds like a great plan to me, especially the part about making love in the streets and on balconies. Wonder how many times we can do it in one night?" Alex mused laughingly. "This is going to be _fun_. And I already have something in mind for our costumes."

"You are a wicked man, my Alex," Vic laughed, his voice smoky with desire. "A very wicked man. Should I be afraid?" he continued to tease.

"Don't the cities usually get booked months if not years in advance for Mardi Gras? You think we'll be able to get a room?"

"Don't need a room. In addition to the plantation, like all good Creoles, my family has an apartment in the French Quarter. It overlooks the parade route, so we can go there at any point and still not miss anything." Alex shifted uncomfortably, beginning to notice the twigs, pebbles and various lumps poking into his back.

"Damn, Alex, just how rich are you?" Vic asked, mildly dismayed; he was so far out of this man's league it wasn't funny. If Li Ann and Mac thought he was a country hick with all their worldly airs developed from the Tangs, what must Alex think?

"Uh - maybe we should move to someplace more comfortable," the younger man suggested, suddenly feeling more than a little awkward and gauche.

Alex's arms tightened around his lover. "Don't wanna move yet, beautiful. I don't ever remember being this happy in my entire life, and it's all thanks to you. I can stand a few twigs for a while to hold you." He kissed the top of Vic's head.

"And I honestly don't know how much money I have. I was an only child, as were both my parents, so I inherited a lot from both sides. I've made some good investments, and I made a lot of money too, working for the Consortium. Being paid by every side simultaneously is very profitable," he admitted. "But so what? I was still alone till I found you."

"I guess I just feel - like a country bumpkin next to you. I mean Li Ann, my ex-fiancee, was always making little jabs about me not knowing a Renoir from a Degas and found it amusing that I'd rather eat my fish cooked - definitely no tentacles either. Guess she helped me develop a complex," he sighed.

"But I do know about the alone part - alone in a crowded room, or alone in a bed I shared with someone who supposedly loved me. It was all the same. Never thought I'd be saying this but - I'm glad you kidnapped me, 'Lex; it was the best thing that ever happened to me."

"I love you too, Vic," Alex replied. "Don't worry about stuff like paintings, baby. This Li Ann sounds like a snob. I can't tell 'em apart either, and I really don't give a damn. Unless I'm planning to buy one, what the hell difference does it make to my life? Yeah, they're very nice, and the men were incredibly talented. I can appreciate that without needing to memorize every brushstroke. You're special because you're you, Vic, because you have a big enough heart to stop the man who kidnapped and threatened to kill you from killing himself and then loving him. I'd rather have that than an art appreciation class any day."

"'Lex," Vic husked, speechless. Reaching up, he kissed his lover tenderly. "Thank you - that's the sweetest thing anyone has _ever_ said to me." Laying his head back on Alex's chest, listening to the strong heartbeat beneath his ears and the gentle swish of water and breeze, Victor was content.

Alex hugged Vic for a long moment, then sighed. "I hate to be unromantic, beautiful, but the mosquitoes are eating me alive. I think it's time to dress and move on."

"I have this overwhelming urge to go skinny dipping," Vic whispered in a sultry voice. "Then I think I'd kill to see you all dressed up and sleek - maybe a private restaurant for dinner - one where the dragon lady won't spot or hear about us?"

"Well, if you're waiting for me to say no to something that involves you naked, you're going to be waiting a long time," Alex observed. "That sounds like an excellent idea to me. In fact, I think I'd like to see you in that leather outfit you described to your friend last night. It sounded hot." He got to his feet, pulling Vic with him, and moved toward the water.

"That leather outfit is back at my apartment, love, and that apartment is probably crawling with Agency types now. There's an Agency conference going on," Vic laughed. "So unless _you_ have some leather to lend me . . ." he trailed off, waiting to see what the devious assassin would suggest next.

Alex grinned. "I definitely have leather, beautiful, but I want to see what _you_ like. I think we need to go shopping. I rather like the idea of buying you things."

Vic laughed, "Why am I suddenly very frightened about where you're gonna take me? But Alex - you don't have to, you know; I _do_ have money of my own . . . back at my apartment," Vic sighed as he finished his thought. "Guess you are buying me clothes after all!"

Breaking away from the older man, Vic waded into the water then shallow dived below the surface, breaking through a good ten feet away from where he had been. "This is heaven," he laughed, breaking into a lazy back crawl and watching the clouds go by.

"Heavenly," Alex agreed, though he was looking at Vic rather than their surroundings. "You know, I do know that you have money of your own, Vic. I've just never had anyone to buy things for before." He shrugged. "I won't if it bothers you, though." Much as Alex wanted to claim Vic, make him his, he knew the ex-cop was independent by nature and he'd better not push too hard.

He followed Vic into the water, floating easily on his back, just relaxing completely. "I needed this," he sighed contentedly.

"Make you a deal, 'Lex," Vic answered softly. "For the rest of the time we're on vacation from reality, you can 'keep' me however you want. You wanna buy me a Porsche, go for it," he laughed wickedly. "When we face the real world again, we sit down and talk about that stuff, along with all the other 'real life' issues we're gonna have to look at, okay?"

Turning over so he was once more standing on the bottom of the riverbed, he pulled the other man towards him. "I love you, 'Lex, and if it makes you happy doing that stuff, I want to make you happy. Just expect me to put my foot down every once and a while, okay?"

Alex grinned up at him, still floating limply. "I probably wouldn't recognize you if you weren't being stubborn about something, beautiful. And you can buy your own Porsche! Sheesh, trying to bankrupt me already." He smirked. "Got an awfully high opinion of yourself, don't you?"

"You telling me getting a piece of my tail _ain't_ worth a Porsche?" Vic said with mock effrontery. "Just you see if you get any more in that case!" With a quick flip Vic set out in a water-eating crawl and was around the bend of the river in next to no time. Spotting a rock in the middle of the levee, he hauled himself up and lay there, preening and baking in the sun, waiting for Alex to catch up.

Laughing, Alex followed his lover, pausing to admire his posing when he got within sight of the rock where he lay. "You're worth far more than a measly car to me, Vic," he said softly. "But I don't just want a piece, I want the whole thing!" He pounced on the other man, laughing, as he caught his wrists and claimed a kiss.

Vic chuckled then squealed as Alex ran a finger down his ticklish side. "'Lex, cut it out!" he gasped, laughing. "God, no more. Okay - it's yours, all yours, I give up!" the Canadian begged breathlessly until his lover subsided. Shifting a bit, Vic traced the lines and contours of Alex's face, suddenly very serious. "I am, you know, all yours, body, mind, soul and heart," he promised with a kiss.

Alex stared back solemnly. "It's only fair, Vic, since you've stolen my heart as well, and everything that goes with it. I can hardly believe that I've known you less than a day. I already can't imagine my life without you in it. I swear to you, we'll find a way to make this work."

"Shh," Vic replied, pressing a finger to Alex's lips, "vacation from reality, remember? We'll have time later, 'Lex, and I have a few ideas - and the dragon lady owes me."

Hopping down off the boulder back into the water, he turned. "So how do you propose we dry off enough to get back to your place to shower, change and go shopping, Sugar Daddy?" he teased, a devil dancing in his eyes.

Alex eyed the brat, shaking his head. "I have a towel in the trunk, Vic. I knew where I was going, remember?" He smirked at the other man. "While there could be more interesting ways to dry off, they'll have to wait for another time if we want to get to the stores today." He followed Vic into the water, swimming back to where they'd left the car.

***

Vic had to admit he did look good in Alex's borrowed clothes. Learning from this morning's little escapade, this time he was in linen pants and a soft, cream cotton vest with no shirt underneath, but a matching linen jacket over top. He even managed to snag a pair of Alex's black shades. Not at all Victor Mansfield's usual style, so chances were it would take someone who knew him well to recognize him.

Vic idly wondered if the Director had called in Jackie and Dobrinsky or had even had Mac and Li Ann pulled from Iceland. He was gonna have a helluva lot of explaining to do, that was for sure.

Alex let out a wolf whistle when he saw Vic. "Very nice," he approved, leering at the bare chest under the vest. "I'm not sure how even leather could be an improvement on _this_, but I'm looking forward to finding out." He circled around Vic, admiring him from every angle. "I think I'd better grab a few more guns and knives if I intend to still have you when I come home."

"Alex," Vic laughed, then noticed his lover. "Better grab me a couple too. God, you look good enough to eat," the Agency man salivated happily.

Alex preened. "Hold that thought, baby. I'd be more than happy to let you eat me after we finish our shopping. Right now, though, we've gotta go." He headed for the car again, pausing when he reached it, the keys dangling from his hand. "Wanna drive?"

"YES!" Vic snatched the keys gleefully, "Just tell me where to go. Slipping Alex's 'men in black' style shades from his jacket pocket, the Canadian slid them on then started and revved the engine. "Just remember, lover, I don't know this car or you; you try to pay me back for this morning, I'm likely to plow into the rear end of one of New Orleans' finest."

"Would I do something like that?" Alex asked innocently, smiling sweetly at his lover.

Vic laughed. "This from the guy who decided to lick me like a lollipop when I was unconscious - yes, Alex, you _would_," he retorted, grinning at the other man. "Besides, you need to see where we're going to tell me how to get there."

Alex grinned. "That's okay, I prefer to be original anyhow. You'll get yours... in good time." He smiled sweetly again, enjoying the expression on Vic's face. "Just follow the road into town the same way I went this morning. I'll give you directions when we get closer." The drive was like the city, easy, and Vic enjoyed driving the classic car with the roof down, blues playing on the radio and Alex either playing with the nape of his neck or holding his hand. Pulling into the parking lot Alex told him to, he looked around for a store. And he found one all right. "Oh no - no way! A sex shop, Alex? You've got to be kidding me!!!"

Alex's eyebrows rose. "You have been way too sheltered for a vice-cop, beautiful. Where better to get leather? And lube. And maybe a dildo or two." He smirked. "You seemed to like my ideas last night." He nipped at Vic's ear, his hand sliding down into his lap for a quick grope. "Come on, humor me."

Vic melted and gave in, something he foresaw a lot of in his life to come. "Alex - going into one of these places coz it was my job to is completely different than going in as a _paying customer_," Vic groused. "Just please tell me there's no seedy little movie house in the back and that you wanna go, okay?"

"Next he's gonna tell me he wants us to get lifetime memberships at The Caligula or something - god, wouldn't _she_ enjoy it, founding member that she is," he muttered as he walked next to Alex, turning redder by the second. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he moaned, actually enjoying himself completely.

Alex chuckled as he listened to Vic's monologue. "You know, that's the second time you've mentioned this Caligula. Sounds interesting... tell me more? And no, no movie house. Why would I want to watch cheap porn when I've got you in real life, beautiful? I'm looking forward to the fitting room, though, when you try on the clothes."

"You're coming in with me?" Vic's voice went up a notch or two out of his normal vocal range. Recovering slightly, he grinned, "You do, it's hands off. Got it?" Vic had to laugh at Alex's pout; you'd think he'd told the other man no touching ever.

"As for the Caligula - it's a sex club my boss helped found. Five different levels, including a 'cave'. I went there with her and Mac when we were working on a case . . . what?" Vic turned, surprised by the low growl coming from his lover. "Alex?"

Alex consciously worked on unclenching his fists. "I don't like the idea of you there with all those people leering at you. You're _mine_, damnit!"

"Alex, I was working - I was wearing, well, dork clothes as Mac calls them, and I was looking for a bunch of drugged out sociopaths - not my idea of a good time babe, honest! At least the Director didn't have _me_ touch her stitching . . . poor Mac, he looked like he was gonna drop on the spot," Vic chuckled softly in remembrance.

"Think of it this way, handsome," he continued. "They may look - but only you get to touch."

Alex sighed. "I'm being an ass, aren't I? You don't need to answer that! It's weird though. I really hate the idea of you being there without me, but I'm really looking forward to going out with you and showing you off." He shrugged. "You're just going to have to put up with my little idiosyncrasies. Think you can handle it?" He stood behind Vic, reaching around him to open the door of the store, pressing his pelvis into Vic's ass.

Moaning softly, Vic pressed backwards, leaning his head on Alex's shoulder for a second. "Consider me your personal slut, Sugar Daddy," he husked, turning his head to attack Alex's throat before stepping inside and flashing a smile at those few patrons who'd been watching with slack jawed disbelief at a couple of 'twins' making out. "Haven't you ever heard of the saying incest is best?" he shot with a grin before heading back to the leather section.

Alex gaped after his lover, shaking his head in disbelief. "Definitely going to keep me on my toes," he murmured, following those sashaying hips. "We're not actually related," he explained to the wide-eyed salesclerk, knowing he wouldn't be believed.

"You were a bad boy, Victor," he said huskily, coming up behind his lover at a rack of leather pants and wrapping his hands around his waist. "You're going to have to pay for that, baby."

Vic leaned back into Alex again, purring and rubbing himself against his lover sinuously, very much a tomcat. "Hey, you bring me to a sex shop, and you don't expect me to play? Shame on you, Alex. I'm a stranger in a strange city; I can get away with anything in complete anonymity," he teased, grinding his hips back into the older man.

"So - you're here to buy me leather - just what kind of leather did you have in mind? There's quite an array from hot pants to tight pants from harnesses to vests to jackets. The only thing I won't agree to is a hood - got some memories I'd rather not relive, okay?"

"I wouldn't want you in a hood anyhow," Alex replied. "I like seeing your reactions too much. I want you to pick one outfit to go out, anything you want, as hot and sexy as you can, and I want to get you one set in white leather for our costumes, then I'll add a few things after I see what you pick for yourself. The sky's the limit, babe. Anything you want, get it."

"Oooh, Sugar Daddy," Vic husked out in his best stereotypical flaming gay voice, as he went to rummage and see what he could come up with, laughing at the look on Alex's face as he did so.

"You are going to _ruin_ my reputation if you keep that up," Alex laughed. "Not to mention that I don't think I could bring myself to fuck anyone who sounded like that," he threatened, watching Vic's choices with interest.

Vic laughed, a throaty, sensual sound that threaded throughout the store and had more than one patron looking back to see if the face was as sexy as the voice. Wandering around the section, Vic chose carefully, looking at items critically before deciding.

A little bit of the devil entered Vic as he chose his 'costume', secreting one small item that only Alex would see - and only in the dressing room _after_ he got dressed. Vic was kicking him out for that particular change.

For tonight he chose black leather pants that lay low on his hips and laced up in the front instead of zipping or snapping. A black leather vest that also laced instead of closed was his next choice. For the shirt he'd have to go elsewhere. He pictured a soft violet silk shirt, maybe with an amethyst stud for his ear . . .

Grabbing his selections he headed to the changing room, stopping Alex with a hand to the chest. "The costume is a surprise. I put it on, then you come in."

Alex stared at him for a moment, then nodded, a grin spreading over his face as Vic got into the spirit of things. For someone who'd freaked when he saw the store, he sure got over it quickly. "Okay, let me know when you're ready for me. I want to pick up a few things while you're changing, so I'll be nearby. Just call me." He hauled Vic against him for a quick, possessive kiss before letting go again and watching the ex-cop stroll toward the changing room.

Once inside, Vic stripped down to his boxer briefs quickly, glad Alex wore the jersey kind that hugged tight; of course, for Mardis Graso he'd be wearing the leather thong he'd picked up to, but for hygiene purposes he wasn't putting them on. Next, the white leather hotpants went on, hugging his ass and showing off his cock with a prominent bulge.

The silver-studded white leather harness went across his chest in an X, delineating his chest perfectly, and the white leather armband snapped around his right bicep perfectly. Finally he put on the jaunty, leather 'police' or biker boy hat and snapped on the final item. He just hoped to hell the Director or anyone he knew didn't catch up to him in this outfit; he'd never live it down. The white leather collar fit snugly around his throat, the D ring dangling in the center, waiting for the leash in his hand to be clipped on.

"Alex," he husked out, then leaned back against the changing room wall, struck a provocative pose, and waited for his lover to walk in.

Alex turned eagerly when he heard Vic call his name, heading straight for the fitting room. He walked through the door and stopped his tracks, forgetting even to breathe. His eyes ran over Vic in the white leather, starting at his feet, pausing hungrily at his groin, then coming to a dead halt at his throat, widening at the sight of the collar. A slight movement dragged his gaze to Vic's hand, and he gasped when he saw the leash.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he murmured prayerfully. "Vic... I..." He couldn't manage a coherent sentence to save his life. Instead he took the final couple of steps that pressed him against Victor and took his mouth, trying to swallow him whole.

Vic moaned deliciously, allowing Alex full and complete access. God, he loved it when he could drive the normally supremely controlled man over the edge like this; it did wonders for his ego. "'Lex," he moaned softly. "If you're gonna do what I think you are - shut the door - save the show for when we're both wearing masks and it's Mardi Gras," he whispered, nipping at Alex's ear.

Without bothering to turn around or release Vic, Alex slammed the door behind him, concentrating fully on the gorgeous man in his arms. He took the leash from Vic's nerveless fingers, clipping it onto the collar and winding the length around his hand. Keeping Vic close, Alex swept the clothes off the chair in the corner, sitting down on it and unfastening his pants with one hand, freeing his rigid cock. "Ride me," he rasped, tugging on the leash to bring Vic down to him.

Vic quickly shimmied out of the tight little hot pants, letting them fall to the floor along with his underwear. Snagging an item he hadn't yet shown Alex, he held it in front of the other man. "This is what's gonna go underneath Mardi Gras night, lover," he teased, waiting to see what Alex would do next, thankful that he'd made sure that he was 'ready' for 'Lex on the off chance his lover decided to take him again.

Alex's eyes widened as he saw the tiny little white leather jock strap, and he yanked savagely on the leash, wrenching Vic onto his lap. He quickly fingered Vic's ass, relieved to find that his lover was, as he'd half suspected, ready for him. He positioned Vic over his raging cock, then pulled him down, sheathing himself to the root in one long glide. "Ride me," he ordered again, teeth worrying at a nipple.

"Jesus," Vic strained, his voice a whispered shout. He'd had more sex in the past 48 hours than he had in the past year, and he should be sore and aching, but he couldn't get enough of the feeling of Alex buried deep inside his body - taking him and laying claim to him. Thanking god for his daily work out regimen at the Agency gym, which included doing squat presses, Vic began to pump himself up and down on Alex's cock, sliding his lover in and out of his ass with ease. In order to drive the other man wild he began to flex his ass muscles, squeezing Alex in a vice like grip. "So good - feel you so deep, 'Lex. Ooh yah, there, right - Fuck!" he whined as his prostate was stabbed by the blunt tip of the older man's cock.

Alex groaned, not caring if the people in the store could hear him. It wasn't as if they couldn't guess what was happening. "God, you're so fucking hot, Vic." His hips rose slightly, pushing deeper, helping Vic to take him. "Come for me, baby, I want to hear you. Let me know that you're mine." He groaned, his head falling back as he climaxed, driven over the edge by Vic's wickedly clever ass.

A tiny, keening noise erupted from Vic's throat as he felt Alex explode inside him. The feeling of his lover's seed coating him, raining against his prostate in a violent stream was all it took to set him off. Soon Alex's t-shirt was dotted with the evidence of Vic's orgasm, and Vic was panting breathlessly on his shoulder where he'd collapsed, exhausted.

Alex chuckled. "I'm really looking forward to seeing the looks on the faces of everyone out there when we leave this room, 'twin'." He hugged Vic to him, ignoring the mess on his shirt. "It ought to raise a few eyebrows when I leave shirtless too."

"And when you take all this stuff to the cash register to pay for it," Vic laughed tiredly. "Do I dare try on the other outfit, or should we just buy it and go? I still need to get a shirt to go under it and stuff. . ." he continued, tracing lazy patterns across Alex's back and neck.

"God - we keep this up at the rate we're going, I'm not going to be able to walk any way other than bow legged," he chuckled, relishing the feel of Alex deep inside his ass. "I could stay like this forever, you a part of me," he sighed.

Alex rubbed his head against Vic's shoulder. "Great idea, beautiful, but hardly practical. And yes, you should try on the other stuff. I want to see what you picked. You're safe; I'm too exhausted to pounce again." He grinned. "I'll just wait till later. Accumulated interest, you know."

"But that means that I'm gonna have to move," Vic whimpered, reluctant to move off his lover. "'Lex, how did this happen? How did we happen?" he sighed. "I've never gotten this crazy this fast for anyone. Is this what an act of God must feel like?"

Alex smiled softly. "Love is always an act of God, Vic."

***

Victor could feel Alex's eyes on him like a caress all through dinner. Caress? Hell, he felt like that goat in the Jurassic Park movie - the one that got inhaled by a T-Rex. And all because he was wearing the black leather outfit.

Of course Vic had to admit he looked rather good in the outfit, the black leather vest and pants hugging him snugly and the violet shirt bringing out his coloring. Vic was still somewhat awed by the amethyst Alex had produced for his ear; its clarity and cut were breathtaking.

"See something you like, Mr. Krycek?" he laughed softly rubbing a foot up the inside of Alex's leg to his groin and pressing lightly against the bulge.

Alex squirmed in his seat, his legs falling apart to give Vic better access. "Bastard," he breathed, licking his lips while staring at his lover. "Gonna eat you up, baby," he vowed, gazing hungrily at the other man. "God, you're gorgeous." He took a deep breath, deciding on his revenge.

"I want you to do something for me, beautiful. Go to the men's room, take off the shirt and put the vest back on without it. I want to see those pretty pink nipples." He smirked at Vic's expression. "Be careful of the shirt though. I like it. I'm looking forward to seeing you wear it again. Maybe without anything else." He grinned, looking at Vic, waiting.

Vic's eyes raked over his lover, heat blazing in their jade green depths. God, Alex looked hot. Dressed in a linen-colored raw silk suit with an ivory shirt, he was the image of cool sophistication, while Vic looked like ... his toy. A shiver chased down the Canadian's spine, and suddenly he was very aware of all the speculative glances and hushed whispers. And he liked the attention, liked that everyone who saw him seemed to think he was _this_ man's boytoy, liked that everyone saw two men who could pass as twins and wondered just what their relationship really was. It was perversely amusing.

Vic also liked knowing that tonight _he_ held all the cards. "Okay, he murmured, gaining a devilish grin from Alex. "On one condition. . " The condition was very simple. When they got home tonight Vic could do whatever he wanted to Alex, and Alex had to let him. He watched Alex's eyes widen slightly, then turn almost black; he saw the wicked smile dance across perfect lips to reveal pearl white teeth. Vic watched a delicately pink tongue dart out and lick those perfect lips in anticipation. And he watched Alex nod his head in assent.

Standing, Vic walked around the table and bent close to whisper in his lover's ear. "Oh good. Because what I want from you tonight, Mr. Krycek . . . you ain't never gonna forget it!" Biting the older man's ear, he laved the small hurt with his tongue. "By the way, you need a earring."

Turning, Vic sauntered away, his hips rolling even more sinuously than usual as he could feel the green fire of Alex's eyes along his back. In short minutes he returned, sans shirt . . . and something else that he'd let Alex discover on the way home in the darkness of the T-bird.

Sliding onto the seat with catlike grace, he sprawled back on the chair wantonly, making sure his 'pretty pink nipples' were on display for his lover. "Better?" he purred.

Alex raked his eyes over Vic's body, pausing at the erect nipples, and he raised a knowing gaze to his lover's face. It made him shiver to know that Vic had played with himself, aroused himself so he'd be even more attractive to Alex.

"Much," he replied in a matching purr, voice husky with arousal. "I know what _I_ want for dessert," he murmured. "With whipped cream and cherries for garnish."

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his pants feeling several sizes too tight. "I'm looking forward to finding out what you have in mind for me, beautiful." His lips parted, damp and glistening, as he stared at Vic's chest, almost tasting those nipples on his tongue.

Vic grinned wickedly. "You know, I'm suddenly 'stuffed'" he said with an exaggerated emphasis on the last word and a wicked grin. "How about we have dessert at home?"

Wriggling slightly, Vic ran his tongue over his lips and brought an idle hand up to a nipple, pinching it quickly but knowing Alex was watching his every move. "Unless you wanna stay here longer, that is?"

Alex gave him a look that seriously questioned his sanity. He tossed a handful of cash on the table and rose to his feet, his body betraying his eagerness. "Thought I was the one who was gonna get stuffed," he murmured for Vic's ears only as he stood behind him so the other man had to brush against his body as he stood up.

Alex ran an appreciative hand over Vic's bare chest, tweaking at a stiff nipple, either not noticing or not caring about the people staring at them. "I'm ready right now," he husked, pressing his groin into Vic's ass for emphasis.

"You will be," Vic whimpered, grinding back into Alex and wondering if the older man could feel the plug between his cheeks. "I just decided to whet my appetite a little," he husked, turning to nip at his lover's neck.

A discreet clearing of the throat had them turning to see the maitre'd smiling at them. "Y'all put on quite a floor show; think we could hire you?" he teased with a wink and a smile.

"Sorry, mon ami, but the only shows I do are for him," Vic laughed and grabbed Alex by the hand, pulling the assassin outside before he could start snarling. "He was sweet, and it was flattering, but I only want you," Vic told him as Alex's head whipped around at the Cajun's disappointed goodbye.

"Now get your ass in gear and get us home," the younger man teased, literally crawling on to the front seat of the T-bird and beginning to unlace his leather as Alex stood, slack jawed, by the still open passenger door. Vic made sure the weeping crown of his cock was visible to the older man, and he ran a finger over the tip, gathering the moisture and sucking it off his finger. "Mmmm - just like cream."

Alex gaped at his lover for an instant, still feeling the hard end of a buttplug that had rubbed against his cock when Vic pressed into him in the restaurant. He slammed the door, never taking his eyes off Vic as he circled around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat.

"Christ!" he groaned, watching the wonderfully slutty ex-cop lick his precum off his fingers. The next time Vic wiped some up, Alex caught his hand, drawing his fingers into his mouth. Still sucking, he shifted the car into gear and pulled out of the parking lot.

Again driving with one hand, Alex wrapped the other around the dripping cock so close to him, teasing softly. Only partway home, he pulled over to the side of the road in a spot hidden by an old magnolia. "Wanna taste you," he rasped, pulling Vic closer.

Vic grinned. Like taking candy from a baby. Pulling back so that he was on the opposite side of the car, he smiled. "There's a condition," he laughed at the deep throated, animalistic snarl of rage. "You put this on first."

Holding up the very ring that Alex had tormented him with this morning, Vic smirked in victory. "You didn't think I'd forget did you?"

Alex stared back, jaw dropping momentarily, then he grinned. "Okay, but _you_ put it on me."

Vic's grin just got wider. "Ohhhh, I was hoping you'd say that," he sighed happily, crawling across the seat, his hand quickly undoing Alex's pants and drawing out his hard length of cock. Which was about to get harder.

Sliding down until his head was in Alex's lap, Vic began to lick on the salty treat like it was a stick of old fashioned licorice. Salty and delicious. He bent further, nosing his way down to Alex's balls, lapping and laving at them before inhaling them one at a time and bathing them with his tongue.

When Alex was moaning continuously and cursing up a storm, Vic quickly snapped the cockring around the base of his lover's cock and balls and withdrew to the other side of the car. "Now what was that about a taste?"

Alex just stared at him, wide-eyed, unable to speak a word. His lips parted, and a tiny whine escaped him. He thanked God he'd pulled over first, or he was sure he'd have driven them up a tree or into a ditch.

After a few more whimpers, he gave up on trying to talk, instead literally diving across the seat to wrap his lips around the cock Vic was flaunting at him. He sucked hard, tasting the dripping precum, his fingers delving between the tight cheeks to tease at the stretched muscle around the base of the buttplug.

"God, Alex, oh yeah, like . . . mmmm," Vic moaned softly, his head resting on the doorframe as he luxuriated in the sensations washing over him. Knowing it would only arouse and torment his lover more, Vic continued to talk in that throaty, I-need-to-be-fucked voice, describing everything he felt in lurid detail, using every dirty word he could think of.

When he ran out of sensations, he began to describe the things he wanted to do to Alex, how deeply he wanted to be buried, how he wanted to see Alex thrashing and dancing on the end of Vic's cock while Vic impaled him over and over. How his balls would be slapping against the older man's ass which had already been warmed up by Vic's hand. Vic described how he wanted to decorate Alex's body with all the little toys he'd found, make the assassin lose control completely - have him beg Vic to take him.

But perversely, the darkling words and phrases affected Vic too, and soon . . . too soon, he could feel his balls tightening up and drawing in towards his body. "Alex, lover, am gonna . . ." he whined just seconds before he began to jet stream after stream of semen down the other man's throat.

Alex avidly swallowed his lover's seed, pulling back slightly so he could taste it before it poured down his throat. He sucked eagerly, not wanting to lose a single drop. Not even the agonizing tension in his own balls could distract him from this pleasure.

He pulled back slowly, licking Vic clean, only then realizing that he was desperately humping the car seat. "Please, Vic," he whimpered, knowing the other man wouldn't let him come but needing to beg regardless.

Vic smiled slowly, his whole body relaxed and sated as he lay half sprawled across the seat in feline abandon. "Not 'til we get home, handsome. So how about you drive?" Vic teased.

Chuckling at the unusual and inventive curses streaming from his lover's lips, Vic followed Alex across the seat, making sure to curl into the older man's side, petting Alex's chest and still aching cock lightly. "But you promised, Alex. Tonight _I_ get to play," he sighed with a pout and puppy dog eyes. "But if you _really_ want to . . ."

Alex continued to curse, not even bothering to reply to that comment. He groaned softly when Vic petted him, reminding himself that it had been worth it to drive Vic crazy that morning. "Sadistic sonofabitch," he grumbled, curving his arm around his tormentor to hold him close even as he complained. "You can play tonight, baby, but just remember, tomorrow always comes." He smirked, enjoying the thought of both the pleasure Vic would give him tonight ... eventually, and what he would do to Vic in return the next day. "Kiss me," he said softly, needing to taste his lover.

Moaning softly at the promised retribution, Vic allowed his mouth to be devoured by the other man. "You've turned me into a slut," he husked finally, when Alex let him come up for air. "Not that I'm complaining, but I think I've had more sex in the past 48 hours than I have in the past year. And still I want you more. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

Vic laid his head on Alex's shoulder and let the other man drive them home, content to be close to his lover. Every once in a while he'd let his hands drift over Alex's nipples or across the crown of his cock, gathering up the moisture that was leaking out and licking his fingers clean - keeping Alex on the razor's edge as he'd been kept.

Alex shuddered continually, his body in the grip of incredible pleasure and frustration. He knew that he'd survive this and enjoy every minute of it, but at that particular moment, he felt like he was going to fly apart. Every time Vic's fingers touched him, he got harder. "God, baby, stop," he finally moaned, "I can't take any more." His body practically hummed with tension, hips rising off the seat involuntarily, and he was near to biting through his lip as he tried to hold back his cries.

"Funny - that sounds vaguely familiar - rather like deja vu," Vic laughed. "Oh wait. I believe I said something very similar this morning, and you completely ignored me."

A shark-like grin spread across the Canadian's face. "Should I be as kind to you, lover man?" he purred, stroking a finger along the length of Alex's cock one more time.

Alex shivered, forcing himself to sit still. "Think you can do as good a job?" he challenged, wondering just how far he could push the "good twin".

"Ohhh, lover, you've asked for it now!" Vic purred happily. "Drive, Alex. I want to be home and in the playroom to finish this conversation!"

Alex swallowed hard, his eyes wide and his body tense. With another quick glance at Vic, he stepped on the gas, driving as quickly as he dared back to the house. As soon as he pulled into the garage, he was out of the car, hauling Vic out behind him, and he headed straight for the playroom. He stopped just inside and turned a sultry look on Vic. "So, beautiful, where do you want me?"

Vic grinned. "Bouncing on the end of my cock as you beg me to let you come," he grinned at the older man. "But for right now - against the wall. I wanna see how pretty you look in manacles."

Following Alex over to the wall, Vic quickly secured Alex face forward, in both the ankle and wrist chains. "Ooooh, very pretty," he sighed as he watched Alex flex to test the chains.

"But something . . . something is missing," he grinned as he began to rummage through a drawer. Pulling an item out, Vic snagged a tube of lube and sauntered back, holding up a rather large, latex butt plug. "This I think . . . for starters."

Alex shuddered, incredibly turned on by Vic's words. "Just for starters?" he asked, wriggling his ass. "What all did you have in mind?"

"Oh, but that would ruin the surprise, now wouldn't it?" Vic purred, a smile playing over his lips. "Besides, I wouldn't want to bore you with the details."

Greasing the plug up liberally, Vic moved in close, grinding himself into Alex's stretched and immobilized frame. Pulling the other man forward with one hand, he slid his other around, positioning the plug and gently working it into Alex's tight pucker. Every choked out gasp from his lover was excitement itself, every muffled curse encouragement.

Bending his head, Vic began to worry first one, then the other nipple as he continued to gently and slowly push the plug inside, tormenting Alex as much as he could. He sucked and laved on the tiny red beads, making them distend even more, biting down every once in a while.

When at last the plug was in all the way, Vic pushed Alex back against the wall, still chewing on the other man's nipples, wanting to hear Alex howl with denied release.

A muffled whine escaped between Alex's clenched teeth when Vic pushed him against the wall, making the plug go deeper, hitting his prostate. Vic's teeth worrying at his nipples was driving him crazy, and only the cock ring was keeping him from coming. His erection was a dark purple, and he ached, more than he ever had before.

"Please, oh god, please, Vic, let me come," he moaned, squirming, then wailing when that pushed the buttplug against his prostate again. His body shuddered under the waves of sensation, and for a moment he thought his heart might simply burst.

Vic shimmied up Alex's chest and pressed his lips against his lover's ear. "No," he whispered, smiling at the almost inhuman sound of frustration Alex made. "You promised me that I could do anything I wanted to you tonight. I may not have known you long, 'Lex, but I have figured out that you're the type to get even. Hell, you'd probably run an enemy into the ground, then build a kicking board over his grave just so you could come back once a year to enjoy your victory," Vic teased. "Besides I've got plans for you, handsome." As the Canadian whispered teasingly into Alex's ear, his hands slithered to his pocket and pulled out his next little toy. He wanted Alex's reaction to be . . . honest. Careful not to let cold metal touch his lover's chest, Vic slid his hands back up to Alex's distended nipples and quickly and gently clamped each one with a nipple clamp, letting the cool metal dangle between them.

Alex groaned when the clamps pinched down on his nipples, the slight pain arousing him even more. He could feel every heartbeat as a pulse through his cock. "Lemme come," he urged huskily, "lemme come and I'll make you feel _so_ good." He squirmed lewdly against the cock he could feel pressing into his belly.

He tossed his head, twisting, putting on a show for Vic, trying to tease him into giving up control.

"Oh no. Not gonna work. Tonight _I_ get to play, _gorgeous_," Vic husked as he reached into the toy cupboard and pulled out another little surprise. It was a vibrating egg.

Greasing it up, he pulled Alex's hips away from the wall, pulling the butt plug out and quickly sliding the egg inside on its cord. Thumbing the control switch to the second lowest setting, Vic grinned as Alex arched and cried out as if struck by lightening. "Wouldn't want you to lose the moment while I'm gone, lover," Vic smirked as he sauntered out the room to Alex's howls of outraged arousal.

Alex twisted franticly, wrenching at the chains holding him to the wall even though he knew he couldn't get free of them. That _thing_ inside him was driving him crazy, making him writhe, only the ring preventing him from coming. And coming. And coming.

"Vic!" he screamed wildly, praying the bastard would come back and stop the infernal device. His hips pumped desperately, and tears of unremitting arousal ran down his face. It could have been minutes or hours that Vic left him there; he didn't know, didn't register anything except the painful pleasure filling his body.

Vic came back into the room at a much faster pace then he'd left. While he was away, he'd taken the time to divest himself of his leather and the plug in his ass. He was simply, gloriously naked. And carrying a covered silver platter and a champagne bucket full of ice - with a sea sponge of all things stuck in the center of the ice.

"Shhh, I'm back, 'Lex," Vic husked, running a cool hand over Alex's overheated flesh. "Shhh, easy lover, I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to make it good for you, 'Lex. I promise."

That said, Vic knelt before the assassin and relaxed his throat muscles. Opening his jaw as wide as he could, he began to slowly swallow Alex to the root, stopping only long enough to unsnap the ring and hit the remote on the egg, increasing the speed. And then he just waited, letting his throat muscles, the egg and Alex's desperation do all the work for him.

Alex nearly shrieked his release, coming almost instantly when Vic removed the cock ring, his body convulsing in the extremity of his release. Shudder after shudder of pained pleasure wracked his frame, then he slumped, only the manacles holding him up, his head hanging down between his shoulders.

Vic swallowed rapidly, not wanting to miss a drop of his lover's essence. When Alex was at last quiescent once more, Vic gently licked Alex clean before slithering up the older man's chest to kiss him passionately, even as he thumbed off the egg and slid it out of Alex's body. "Told you I'd take care of you," he husked when he finally released the other man's mouth.

"I'm just going to the kitchen to get us something to drink, I'll be right back." Striding quickly from the room, Vic raced to the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of champagne in the fridge, popped the cork, picked up a champagne flute, then raced back. In all it took him under five minutes.

Pouring a glass, he held it up to Alex's lips and watched his lover drink greedily, before pouring him a second glass. "Careful. You don't want to be drunk for round two," Vic chuckled as he watched the second glass drained.

"Round two?" Alex asked faintly, immediately gulping more champagne. "Sounds like I'll need to be drunk to survive it." He grinned at Vic, letting the other man know that he was teasing. He didn't want Vic to get concerned and _stop_, after all.

"Just what exactly do you have in mind for me, beautiful?" He stood up easily once again, shifting his shoulders a little as they grew uncomfortable from his hands being chained above his head for so long.

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