Title: Kiss Me, Kane

Author/Pseudonym: Tinnean

Fandom: Love and Human Remains

Pairing: David/Kane

Rating: NC-17

Status: New/WIP

E-mail address for feedback: Tinneantoo@aol.com

Series/sequel: yes, sequel to Sweet Dreams

Disclaimers: David & Kane, Candy, Benita and Bernie belong to Brad
Fraser, but Guy and Mike are mine.

Notes: I liked this movie so much I couldn't bear to say good-bye.

Summary: Love is grand, but life goes on. David wonders if he can
overcome his fear of auditioning and Kane still has some issues with the green-eyed
monster.

Warning: m/m graphic sex, language, AU

*****

Kiss Me, Kane

By Tinnean

Part 1 NC-17   

A muscular arm was clasped around Kane's waist, keeping his back
tightly pressed to a lightly haired chest. Long legs tangled with his own,
and a hard, hot, persistent erection nudged against the shadowy cleft of
his buttocks.

David's fingers wound in the long strands of Kane's hair and gently
tilted his head back, exposing the line of his throat. Drowsily the older
man licked his way up to his young lover's ear, carefully taking the gold hoop
between his teeth. His warm breath washed over Kane's skin, and waves of
pleasure began to radiate down to his lower body.

Kane hummed with excitement and reached behind him to take David's
engorged cock in his hand, alternately squeezing and stroking. David growled
and left off teasing Kane's ear, letting the younger man feel the controlled
bite of his teeth against the spot where his neck and shoulder joined.

This was one action guaranteed to result in spontaneous combustion.
Kane moaned breathily and thrust his hips back, trying to lure his lover
into ravishing his needy body.

"David!" he whispered, his movements restless, "take me now!"

A lubricated finger pressed for entrance, easing past the tight ring
of muscle, sliding in deep, then withdrawing. David established a
seductive rhythm that had Kane writhing in mindless desire, pleading for a more
intense joining.

"Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me how you want me!"

"Please, David! Fuck me! Push your hot cock into my ass and fuck me
hard! Hurry David, hurry! I want you to come inside me the same time I come
all over your hands!"

And Kane sighed in relief as he felt his lover's condom-covered shaft
finally entering him.

"Yes, yes!" he chanted. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

David's hips moved faster and faster as he felt his climax
approaching. One hand stroked the younger man's quivering cock, while the other
fondled the twin jewels that hung below. Their breathing grew ragged as they both
trembled on the brink.

His grip almost painful, his fucking deep and powerful, David drove
Kane closer and closer to the edge. And then suddenly they were both in
freefall, hoarse cries signaling their descent from the heavens.

David's hands were coated with Kane's essence, and he lazily massaged
the creamy liquid into his lover's chest and abdomen.

Turning onto his side carefully so as not to dislodge his lover from
deep within him, Kane twined his arm around the older man's neck and drew
his head down to his own.

"I love you, honey man!" he murmured as he rubbed his lips against
David's mouth. He could feel David smiling.

David's fingers stroked the soft hair of Kane's underarm and he
shuddered in response.

"What are you doing to me?" Kane sighed.

"If you can't tell, then I must not be doing it right! You're
*mine*!" David said fiercely.

"And you're mine!" Lazily the younger man turned in his lover's
embrace. "What are we going to do today?"

"I thought we'd spend the morning in bed!"

"Oh, I like the sound of that!"

"Then we'll look at what they've done to the house."

"That sounds good too, David. But then we'll have to get ready for
work," he mourned. "I wish we could take some time to be alone, away from
everybody."

"I know what you mean, baby. There's just too much going on right
now." David had some surprises up his sleeve for his young lover, but they would
have to wait until a later date. Right now he had other things on his
mind. "We'll talk about it tomorrow." He rolled his hips and Kane gasped at the
hot feel of David, once again hard within him.

"Yes!" the younger man gasped, excitement rising in him. "After all,
tomorrow is another day!"

David dissolved into laughter. "Have you been watching Gone With The
Wind again, baby?"

Kane's grin was hidden by the long brown hair that covered his face.
And then he was distracted by the twitching of the shaft buried deep in his
narrow channel. He curled his legs up to his chest, accidentally discovering
a way for David to achieve a deeper, fuller penetration. He pulled his
lover's arms about him and held on tightly.

David kept him secure in his embrace.

And began the pleasurable task of making love to him once again.

*****

Part 2  NC-17

Benita had no dining room in her apartment, never having felt the
need for one. She was used to having all her meals alone in the little nook
off her kitchen.

Now, with two men in semi-permanent residence, and another there so
often he might as well be, her apartment was becoming a little crowded.

Wrapped in the black kimono with the red and white Japanese dragons,
she peered over the island of her kitchen counter into the living room.
Because there was no table, the large set of blueprints was spread out over
the carpet. Kane was on his knees pointing out some of the features he
could not possibly live without, while David leaned forward, watching his lover.

"We could put the walk-in closet along this wall, and the bed over
here." He pointed to a spot toward the back of the house. The whole second
floor was to be opened into one enormous room.

"Yes, let's talk about the bed." A lazy smile curled David's lips,
and Kane felt warm color mount his cheeks. Dragging his eyes back to the
blueprints, Kane tried to focus on what he had been saying, but all he could
picture was a big, rumpled bed with the two of them tangled in the sheets.

He looked back at the older man, dismay written on his face.

"The bed, baby. You were talking about the bed."

Kane swallowed in relief. "Yes. The bed. I thought a platform, if
that's okay with you?"

"Whatever you want, but nothing larger than a queen-size."

"Well, sure, but why?"

"Platforms don't come smaller than that. Did you think I'd want
something lavish, like a king?"

Kane nodded mutely and David hooked an arm around the younger man's
neck, pulling his face close. He nudged his lover's lips apart and fastened
their mouths together. A soft sound passed from one to the other, but
neither could tell who voiced the erotic moan.

"I can afford to buy you a king, if that's what's worrying you," Kane
murmured, nuzzling his cheek against David's beard-roughened
jaw. "I've got the trust fund my grandmother left me; I can buy you whatever you
want!"

"Baby, all I want is you. And I *don't* want a bed that's so large  I
could lose you in it! I want you snug against me all night, every night!
And fuck your grandmother's money; I've got enough to keep us comfortable
without ever having to touch a penny of yours!"

"Huh?" Kane looked confused. David had been working as a waiter for
over ten years, barring that six month period when he had tried to overcome
his fear of auditioning. How could he have much money?

David took one more taste of his lover's lush mouth, then began
rolling up the blueprints. "My manager might have been clueless as to what was
happening to me on that show, but he was a wizard when it came to financial
matters. He saw to it that three-quarters of my salary went into a mutual fund
that invested in moderate to risky ventures, and by the time The
Beavertons went off the air, there was enough in that fund to last me the rest of my
life. Even if I never work again!"

"You're wealthy?" Kane sounded disgruntled.

"Comfortable," David corrected. "This is a problem? I thought you'd
be happy ‘to know I'm not marrying you for your money!"

The younger man's mouth dropped open. "Marry? You want to marry me?"

"Yes."

The simple, one word answer left Kane breathless. His lips parted and
he began to hyperventilate; his eyes grew panicky as he felt himself on
the verge of passing out.

David was amazed at the effect his words had on his young lover. Then
he saw Kane turn pale and realized he was in physical distress.

Having been in the pilot for a medical show that had failed to make
the network's line-up a couple of seasons after The Beavertons was
canceled, he recognized the symptoms: too much oxygen and not enough carbon
dioxide.

David didn't waste time looking for a paper bag in Benita's kitchen.
Instead, he sealed the younger man's mouth with his own and let their breaths
mingle.

For long minutes Kane's audible panting was the only sound that could
be heard. And then suddenly the atmosphere became charged: he groaned
and his mouth began to feed off his lover's. Lips and teeth and tongue. They
devoured and suckled, bit and nibbled, mated and dueled.

The plans lay forgotten on the floor.

****

Benita slipped quietly past them and into her bedroom, softly closing
the door behind her. She felt hot, her skin tight, an ache between her
legs. The sight of her two friends so lost in their physical delight made her
burn with desire.

She stood in front of the floor-length mirror that hung from her
closet door and let the kimono slide off her shoulders to puddle at her feet. Her
breasts were firm and high, the nipples hard points that begged for a man's
touch. Her waist was narrow, her hips slim. Her body was well-suited for the
form-fitting black leather she wore when she worked.

Her fingers skimmed her curves and she tipped her head back. The
psychic's eyes drifted closed, dreaming of a warm, masculine hand that stroked
her nipples, causing an arrow of sensation to spear down to the heart of
her femininity, concealed by the black curls at the juncture of her
slender thighs.

She had early on learned the manner of pleasuring herself. No man had
ever brought her to that pinnacle. When she had been forced to turn tricks
she had never wanted a man to get that close. And then when David had given
her back control of her life, she had never felt the need for one.

This time things were different. This time she had the nagging
impression that there might be more; that out there, somewhere, was someone who
wanted her for herself alone.

No, not just some *someone*.

Guy!

*****

Part 3  NC-17

Kane was so bemused by David's proposal that he couldn't keep a
thought in his head other than the simple one: "My lover wants to marry me!"

David smiled ruefully and folded up the blueprints just as the phone
rang. The answering machine picked it up on the third ring.

Benita's voice could be heard on the machine. "This is your friendly,
neighborhood psychic, and of course I know why you've called! But
let's be conventional: leave a message at the beep and I'll get back to you!"

"Umm, I hope this is the right number," a female voice said
hesitantly. "I'm calling from Dr. Fortesceau's office. If a Mr. David McMillan lives
there, would you please have him call us at..."

Before she could rattle off the doctor's phone number, David scooped
up the receiver and spoke quickly into it. "This is David McMillan. How may
I help you?"

"Please hold for the doctor."

David hated being put on hold. He hated it even more when it was his
doctor's office calling and the health of his lover was on the line.
Fortunately, the doctor didn't keep him waiting long.

"David, good news! The results of the blood tests are negative. Of
course, you and your friend will need to come in again in six months time to
be retested, but if the results come back negative again, you should be
in good shape. Just remember to continue practicing safe sex, and try to keep
to a monogamous relationship, all right?"

"Monogamy is not a problem! This is such great news!"

"Yes, it is. Now don't forget to give us a call in six months. By the
way, when are we going to see you on TV again?"

David's smile froze, but the question appeared to be purely
rhetorical, as the doctor was bidding him a cheery good-bye and hanging up.

David stood looking at the phone as if it had suddenly sprouted fangs
and might bite him at any second.

Kane, not having heard the whole conversation, became increasingly
nervous. "David, what's wrong? *David*!" He grabbed his arm and shook it
frantically as the older man continued to ignore him.

The jostling broke David out of his reverie and he ran a distracted
hand through his hair. "Nothing's wrong, baby. We both test negative. He
wants us back in six months for a follow up, and we'll need to keep using
condoms until then. Which is like taking a shower in a raincoat!"

"I wouldn't mind if you don't want to use them, David," Kane said
shyly. "I want to feel you come inside me!"

David swept him into a fierce embrace. "I'd like nothing better than
to come inside you instead of a rubber, but you're too precious for me to
gamble with your life like that! It's bad enough I let you suck me off without a
condom!"


Kane grimaced. He had tried that once, at his lover's insistence, and
the bitter taste of latex had made him gag. After that, no matter how the
older man promised or threatened or cajoled, Kane steadfastly refused to
blow him through rubber. Despite his youth, he could be as obstinate as David.

David sighed as he angled his head to mesh their lips together, the
warmth of his breath washing over Kane's lips.

What started out as a simple, chaste kiss quickly escalated into
something hot and hungry. Kane's fingers splayed against David's cheek, holding
him while his mouth grazed on the older man's, nudging his lips apart,
feeling the sharp edges of David's teeth on his own lips.

For long moments David let Kane have his way with his mouth, but then
the excitement grew too dizzying and he seized the initiative, thrusting
his tongue past his lover's lips, dueling, licking, mating, luring it
into his own mouth to suckle.

Kane was trembling and shaking, his lower body rocking against
David's, seeking relief for his engorged erection. David reached down and
stroked him through his jeans, his grasp alternately gentle and rough. The
combination proved too intense for the younger man, and he moaned into David's
mouth as he began to come, his essence dampening his pants.

David felt his young lover's fingers through his trousers curling
into the crevice of his buttocks, parting his cheeks, rubbing the small ring
of muscle that he had claimed for his own. Kane pressed his finger against that
spot and David's control started to unravel. He spread his legs wider,
allowing Kane greater access, but also enabling him to cradle the younger
man's now flaccid shaft against his own rampant erection.

"Harder, baby!" he ordered. "Harder!" And then he too began to spill
himself into the loving hand that held him.

For long, delicious minutes they stood pressed tightly to each other,
gently rocking in a slow dance of passion's aftermath. David was reluctant
to separate their bodies, but a glance at the clock mounted on Benita's
wall revealed the shortness of the time they would have before their
evening shift at Salante's started.

"C'mon, baby, we need to shower."  

Kane peered at his lover through the fringe of hair that feathered
over his eyes. "And you'll take advantage of me in the shower, David? I love
being taken advantage of!"

"Naughty monkey! We're definitely going to get some good toys for our
new bedroom!"

Kane quivered in rising excitement. "What kind?"

"You'll just have to wait and see. But there's one thing we *have* to
have: a fireplace!"

The younger man looked confused. "But David, there already is a
fireplace in that house!"

David grinned and turned his lover in the direction of their
temporary bedroom. "In the living room," he agreed. "I want one in our room. I
plan to keep you naked all the time when we're there. And when your nipples
are tight and hard, I want it to be because of me, not because you're cold!"

He ran a hand over Kane's chest, feeling his nipples through the
material of his shirt, and groaned with pleasure. "Just like now!"

And he hustled his young lover into the shower, where despite his
best intentions, he once again surrendered to the allure of Kane's sweet
body.

*****

warnings: this part contains spoilers for the movie and song
lyrics  (what can I tell you? I'm *trying* to practice safe writing here!)

Part 4    

Salante's, on a Friday night, was crowded from the moment the doors
opened until the last patrons trickled out.

Young marrieds, business couples, dating couples, those who were out
cruising and those who stopped by for a late snack, suffering from the
munchies all descended on Salante's this night to satisfy their hungers.

As the night progressed the crowd became more demanding, drunker and
higher. And David became more irritable. For some reason he found himself on
edge. His vaunted patience had vanished.

Kane watched as time and time again his lover prevented himself from
snapping at a hapless customer only by exercising sheer willpower. Something
was disturbing the man he loved.

It was up to him to find a way to lighten his mood.

Kane was in the pantry, busy folding napkins into decorative shapes
when David approached, glowering. He had a fresh bottle of very expensive
wine which his customers had insisted upon despite his warning that it
would not complement their meal. They discovered he was correct, blamed him for
their poor choice and were sending it back now.

His mouth a tight, white line, he could barely contain his anger.

"Fucking idiots!" he muttered.

Kane caught his eye. "I know who you are!" he whispered, leaning
toward him, repeating the line he had used to initiate their first serious
conversation.

David returned his look warily, his temper still simmering. "No, you
don't!"

"You used to have a TV show!" Kane pressed cheekily.

"You've confused yourself!" And now David smiled, recalling Kane's
tentative approach, aware of his ploy to relieve his tension.

"You played a kid named Toby!" he persisted.

"Nope!"

"You *are* David McMillan, right?"

"Discovered again!" And David waited to see if Kane would continue
the conversation to its conclusion, forcing him to reveal his growing
dissatisfaction with his job waiting tables. He had once told him
snidely that he found the job more stimulating than acting.

"And you're the man I love!" Kane said in a quiet voice. He touched
David's hand lightly and spun away to answer a call to refill the water
glasses.

Feeling more relaxed, David watched him, a tender smile in his eyes.
The red busboy's jacket Kane wore lovingly hugged his torso, the black slacks
emphasized the length of his legs. His long brown hair, the chestnut
highlights brought out by the lighting of the restaurant, was tied
neatly back.

David suddenly itched to loosen that tie and run his fingers through
the soft mass. A quick glance at the clock revealed there was still a couple
of hours before their shift ended, when everything closed down.

But The Palladium would still be open. He could take Kane there,
maybe show him one of the private rooms upstairs, maybe play with him.

Or maybe dance with him instead. They had never danced together.

David smiled and went back to his tables, feeling considerably
lighter.

****

After their shift they decided to go to The Palladium where they
stayed until closing time. David bought a pitcher of beer and they shared it in a
secluded corner, their fingers stroking and entwining.

It was very late, or very early, depending on how you looked at that
sort of thing, when David excused himself and disappeared for a few minutes.
Kane stretched his feet out and slid down in his seat to rest comfortably
on his lower spine. He glanced idly around the dance floor and the bar area
and then abruptly bolted upright.

Bernie stood there, a slightly mad look in his eyes.

David approached him and punched him lightly on the arm. Kane could
not hear their conversation. They stood chatting for a few minutes before
David tugged gently on the lapels of Bernie's topcoat and Bernie turned to leave.
David stood smiling after him, then went to join his lover.

Kane couldn't subdue a flash of jealousy. "Are you sure he's not
gay?" he demanded.

David turned his attention back to his young lover. "Yes, baby, I'm
sure. He's *not* gay. He's a friend. He's never been more than a friend."

Kane nodded shortly and David could see him relax.

And then the band played the last song, a slow, dreamy ballad. David
pulled Kane to his feet. "Come on, baby. Come dance with me!"

"What?"

"That's where I was before I ran into Bernie; I went to ask them to
play a song for us. Our song!"

David led Kane onto the dance floor. He took the younger man's arms
and looped them around his neck, then slid his own low around Kane's hips
and pulled him snugly against his body.

And they swayed to the sweet melody, lost in their own sensual haze.

        /Wise men say only fools rush in.../

        /But I can't help falling in love with you!/

*****

Part 5

The three glasses of beer, after putting in a full night's work, had
gone to Kane's head. David smiled at him indulgently and took the car keys.
Tucking his young lover into the passenger seat of the black Porsche, David
got in and turned on the ignition. Then he had to pause and fasten Kane's
seat belt, for he had fallen asleep, his lips slightly parted, his breath
sighing softly in and out.

Unable to resist, David pressed a brief kiss on the mouth that was a
constant temptation to him. He stroked the brown hair back off Kane's forehead
and cupped his chin. "I wonder if you'll ever realize how very much I
love you, baby," he whispered.

Shaking his head in bemusement, David smiled and put the car in gear
and headed back to Benita's apartment.  As had become a habit, he drove
past the house they had put a down payment on and were having remodeled. Doing
it first because it pleased Kane, now David stopped for himself, because
he was starting to get excited over the prospect of owning a home with his
young lover.

It made him feel...connected, settled. Almost as if they were
actually married. Instead of merely engaged. David fingered the ring he
carried constantly. As soon as they were able to move in, he had every
intention of placing that ring on Kane's finger. And after a suitable amount of
time, however long that might be, he was going to marry him!

Humming happily under his breath, he admired the clean lines of the
old Victorian, the way the porte cochere on one end balanced the wrap
around porch on the other. Then he put the car into drive and continued on
to their temporary home.

Parking the Porsche in the underground garage available to the
tenants of the building, David turned to gently shake Kane's shoulder. Kane burrowed
into the seat, mumbling, "Five more minutes, I promise! I don't want to go
to school!"

Dismayed by this reminder of just how young his lover actually was,
David walked around to the other side of the car, and reached in and slid
an arm under Kane's knees. "C'mon, baby. It's time for bed!"

Still submerged in sleep, Kane's arms wrapped loosely around
David. "Love you, honey man," he murmured as he nuzzled his nose against David's
neck and settled deeper into his lover's embrace.

And an enormous grin split David's face. Kane might be dreaming of
school, but he knew who was holding him, even in his unconscious state.

David shouldered his way into the building and waited patiently for
the elevator. It was taking an inordinate amount of time, and his arms
were starting to feel Kane's weight when it finally arrived. He was
fumbling to press the button for Benita's floor when a middle-aged man dressed in
robe and slippers barreled in with a Yorkshire Terrier on a thin leather
lead. The little dog had a tiny pink ribbon in his topknot. He backed away, sat
his rump down and began a high-pitched barking.

His owner punched the button for his floor and glared at the couple
sharing the elevator with him, his lip curled in a supercilious sneer. He saw
before him a well-built, good-looking young man dressed in a black leather
jacket and jeans that were sinfully snug. In his arms was a...a boy! Long
brown hair flowed over an arm that held him so securely, but he was quite
definitely male!

And the boy was kissing the young man's throat! The middle-aged man
harrumphed in disgust. "Well, I never!"

The discordant voice roused Kane from his drowsy state. He turned his
head to look at the other occupant of the elevator and gave him a sleepy,
satisfied smile. "Maybe if you had you'd be a much nicer person!" he said
sweetly.

"You can be sure I will report this behavior to the board of
tenants!" the other man huffed.

The elevator jerked to a halt and he stalked out, dragging the tiny
dog after him. As the doors slid shut, David and Kane could here the barks
fading in the distance. "I hate yappy little dogs!" Kane grumbled.

David bit back his laughter and gave him a shake. "You're going to
get us into so much trouble! And Benita too, for letting us stay with her!"

"I'm sorry, David," Kane said, contrite. "I didn't think. Do you want
me to find him and apologize?"

"No, then you'll get us thrown out for sure!"

"Oh. Well, I'm awake now. More or less. You can put me down."

David tightened his hold on his lover. "I don't think so. Can't you
find anything more constructive to do with your mouth than to utter
foolishness?"

"I love when you get forceful with me!" Kane said huskily and he
leaned his head closer to get better access to David. He busied himself with
licking a path from his lover's throat to the corner of his mouth.

The doors opened onto Benita's floor and the older man spared a
glance to where he was placing his feet. Once he was sure he was headed in the
right direction, his eyes closed and he blissfully let Kane feast on his
lips and tongue.

Only when he walked into the door, hard, and was rudely brought back
to the present, did David release Kane from his embrace. The younger man
slid down his lover's body and leaned heavily against him while David fumbled
through his pockets for the key.

The sun was just beginning to chase back the shadows and the living
room seemed to be awash in a monochromatic color scheme. The two tried to
be silent as they crossed the carpeted expanse, arms wrapped tightly
around each other.

And then Benita's bedroom door was quietly opened. A figure paused
and turned back to the darkness beyond. "A bientot, cherie," he called softly
and pulled the door closed behind him. Gentle fingers touched the door
briefly, and then he drew his shoulders back and prepared to leave the
psychic's home.

He came to a dead halt when he saw the two lovers watching with
interest as he tiptoed toward the door. Uncomfortable at being caught trying to
slip out of Benita's apartment, he cleared his throat and gathered his
composure. "McMillan. Kane," he greeted them shortly. 

"De Villiere," David responded for the two of them. The two men were
bristling like a pair of unfriendly dogs. Kane buried his face
against David's jacket, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. It
appeared there would be a standoff, and then Benita opened her door, having sensed
there was something going on in her living room.  

"What's this all about?" she asked grumpily, not having gotten much
sleep that night. David and Guy continued to glare at each other. "Fine,
don't bother telling me, stare each other to death! Macho schmucks! I'm
going to bed!"

The door slammed shut behind her, emphasizing her displeasure with
everything that had happened that evening: her weakness in calling Guy to her,
David almost catching him in her bedroom, and Kane finding the whole
scenario amusing. She humphed and buried her head under a pillow.

Guy and David regarded each other sheepishly. David broke the silence
first. "Sorry. If Benita invited you up, then I have nothing to say about
it."

"No, you don't. It was her choice; it will always be her choice!"

They were back to glaring.

"Are you going to whip them out to see who can piss the farthest?"
Kane asked with interest.

Two sets of eyes turned to scowl at him and he struggled to control
his smirk. "I'm going to bed!" he laughed and disappeared into the room
he shared with David.

"Benita's a big girl, and she can take care of herself. But remember
this, de Villiere: she's my friend. Hurt her and you'll rue the day! I'll make
you sorry your mother ever gave birth to you!"

The rich man relaxed. "Bravo, McMillan! Very theatrical! Have you
ever thought of going back on the stage?"

Guy let himself out before David could think of a scathing enough
retort.

David considered the closed door thoughtfully.

Why, all of a sudden, did everyone want him to go back to acting?

Why, all of a sudden, did he want that too?

*****

warning: coercion


Part 6 NC-17

Twilight was fast descending on the city. Guy sat in his plush
office, facing the glass wall that gave him an unobstructed view of the skyline. His
feet propped up on a corner of the desk, he contemplated the stars that
were just becoming visible. They looked like jewels carelessly spilled on a
swath of dark blue velvet.

He would not be seeing Benita tonight. Other things needed to be done.

But perhaps this would provide the jolt she needed to accept him in
her life.

Guy wanted her more than any other woman he had ever romanced. She
was a quirky bundle of contradictions; a psychic, a dominatrix, a teller of
urban legends. Her dark curls drove him wild with the desire to tangle his
fingers in them, urging her mouth close to his.

The other night she had called him. "Guy, please, I need to see you!"
And he had thought the battle won. She surrendered to him, but somehow, he
was the one who was defeated.

She had gone down on him, giving him a blow job the likes of which he
had never enjoyed before, and he had come harder than he ever came.

But then he realized that was what she considered it: a job. She had
taken no pleasure from it, using it as a means to push him away emotionally.
And he had been furious.

"You think this will get me out of your life?" he had snarled at her,
unable to control his anger that she would hold their relationship so
cheaply. He wanted more than sex from her. "Well, guess again, angel eyes!
Treating me like a john isn't going to do it!" And his lips had made love to her
mouth, leaving her dazzled and breathless with unfulfilled passion.

Guy never went into a relationship without thoroughly researching the
person he selected to be his lover, in spite of what he had told David.
David believed him when he denied investigating Benita's background; Kane
had not, and hadn't been afraid to tell him so, belligerently facing off
against him.

Guy was fully aware of Benita's past; he knew that before David had
set her up in the apartment where she now lived, Benita had been a street
hooker. He also knew that in spite of how she currently supported herself, she
no longer turned tricks. In fact, she rarely touched any of her clients, only a
select few who, for reasons of her own, she considered needy enough to
warrant physical contact.

A knock that managed to convey a world of anger beat on his office
door and drew Guy out of his reverie. "It's not locked," he called.

An older man stormed into the room. "Was it necessary to see me after
business hours?" he demanded.

Guy swung his feet off the desk and rose gracefully to his full
height. "You refused to meet with me at any other time." He shrugged. "I merely
followed your dictates."

The words might sound conciliatory, but only a fool would accept them
at face value. And in spite of everything he was, the older man was *not* a
fool!

Waves of irritation emanated from him. "I'm not an errant schoolboy
to be summoned to the headmaster's rooms, and I resent like hell your
treating me as such!"

Guy's mouth stretched in a smile, but his eyes remained cold and
flat. "If I saw you as a naughty schoolboy, believe me, you'd be face down over
my desk right now!"

The older man's face darkened with anger ... and something else. "You
have no right to speak to me in that manner!"

"Don't I? The size of my bank account says differently!" Guy
approached the man who stood in the middle of his office. "Your son resembles you a
good deal; are you aware of that?"

"That little fag? Of course I knew! It's one of the reasons I didn't
throw the narcissistic bitch I was married to out on the street, along with
that useless disappointment she whelped! That, and the birthmark Kane has
on the inside of his left wrist!" He held out his hand to reveal a similar
marking.

Guy merely raised as eyebrow at that information, although he found
it very telling. "Do you mean to say you didn't have a paternity test done?"

"Of course I did! Do you think I was born yesterday? I trusted my
wife no farther than I could throw her!" Kane's father sneered at the man who
represented all he desired for himself: a respected name, the wealth
of the ages, and the approbation of The Community, the old money families of
the city.

He had married into old money, but his wife's family had been too
knowledgeable, and had tied up all the assets he burned to have in
his possession. A trust fund had been set up for his son, who was now the
only one with the authority to access it.

As if he would have raided it, he thought sourly, conceding that he'd
have liked nothing better! If he could only have gotten his hands on it,
he would have increased its value. He'd be living on easy street.

He totally ignored the fact that that already was his address.

Guy watched him with hooded eyes. "Your son loves you very much. He
was devastated when you denounced him. He didn't deserve that kind of
treatment."

"Yes, yes, you told me this the last time we met, and you coerced the
keys of the Porsche out of me! As far as I am concerned, I have no son, not
as long as he's living with that fruit of an actor!"

"And as long as you can't touch his money?" Guy examined his neatly
buffed nails. "I have come across some very interesting information that
insinuates you're trying to overturn the trustfund. That would leave your son
penniless."

The older man looked uncomfortable. He was a miserable miser, but he
had the sense to try and conceal it from The Community. If it was ever
discovered how far he was intending to go to get at his son's money, he could very
well be ostracized, and lose any standing he had with them.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Vraiment? *I* think you do. I want your word that you will leave the
boy alone."

Chocolate brown eyes, so similar to the ones he had come to like,
grew shrewd and canny. "Of course. I have no intention of doing anything to harm
the boy, but you have my word!"

Guy cocked his head and watched the older man in amusement. "And you
really think I'd believe anything you tell me now? Wealth is the be all and
end all for men like you: amassing it, hoarding it, treasuring it more than a
lover, as if it *was* a lover!"

His hand went to a button on his desk. In the quiet of the room, the
lock on the door could be heard engaging. Kane's father jerked at the sound,
and again his face flushed.

"What are you doing?"

Guy leaned back against his desk, his legs stretched out before him.
"Nothing," he said innocently. "Not a thing!"

It suddenly dawned on the older man that, so late after working
hours, no one else was in the building. He was alone with a man who had no reason
to think well of him, who stood before him exuding sexuality. In spite of
himself, he felt his cock harden, and he became panic-stricken.

"I must leave!"

"Must you?" Guy taunted softly, shrugging out of his suit jacket. His
hands loosened the patterned school tie he wore with casual aplomb and then
began working on the buttons of his silk shirt.

The older man felt his mouth go dry and nervously he licked his lips.
"S--stop th--that!" he stuttered.

"Why? You know you've wanted to get your hands on me since I got
those keys away from you! You want to put your tongue in my mouth, you want to
suck my dick, you want more than anything to fuck my ass!"

Kane's father was gasping for breath, his eyes riveted on the fingers
that were now lazily unfastening the belt around his adversary's waist. He
watched, mesmerized, as the zipper slid down.

And then he took a step toward the younger man, fighting the urge,
but helpless to resist it. Guy's cock stood out proudly from the wiry
curls that clustered at his groin and he reached for it with hesitant fingers,
the desire to stroke it, take it deep within his mouth and suckle it to
completion almost overpowering.

With a tortured cry, he backed away, staring at Guy in horror. "No!
I'm *not* like that! I'm not queer! I *don't* want you!"

The corner of Guy's mouth twisted in a complacent smirk. "Yes, you
do! You want me so badly you can almost taste it, taste me! You want to show
me who the dominant one really is, teach me a lesson for butting into your
family business! You want to shove your cock up my ass and fuck me so hard I
can't walk for a week! But you know what you want even more?"

Guy pushed away from his desk and began stalking the older man. His
voice became a silken whisper. "You want *me* to do all those things to
you!"

The older man was pulled into a brutal embrace. His erection was
seized by clever fingers that teased it until it wept. Hard lips traveled up
his neck, to settle on a spot just below the jaw and begin feasting on the
flesh that was rough with stubble.

Ineffectual hands pushed against Guy's broad shoulders, striving to
separate their bodies. "No..." the protests became weaker. "Please, no..."
They changed to moans.

And then the hands tightened and pulled the younger man closer.

"Please...*Yes*!"

*****

Part 7  R

Warm, demanding hands were cupping David's buttocks, exploring the
cleft that divided them. His cock, deep in a hot, wet mouth, was being teased by
a tongue that lapped the moisture beading at its tip. His hips
undulated upward, seeking maximum penetration of that wicked mouth.

David smiled in his sleep and then moaned as a clever finger pressed
against the ring of muscle that guarded the opening to his body. Sensation
pooled low in his abdomen and his balls tightened, signaling the onset of a very
satisfying climax.

And then the shrill of the telephone shattered the atmosphere, just
as he was on the cusp of excessive pleasure. "No," David groaned. "No!"

He tried to recapture the heat and tingles that had been streaking
along his nerve endings, but they were fading out of reach. "Damn! I'm sorry,
baby."

It was only as he rolled over and fumbled for the phone that he came
fully awake. "This had better be fucking important!" he snarled into the
receiver.

For a beat there was only silence. Then a deep, masculine voice
spoke. "McMillan?"

"Fuck! Is that you, de Villiere? Damn it, don't you ever sleep?"

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. However, it *is* noon, you know,"
he responded testily.

"Yeah, well, some people work nights!" David heard a muffled snort on
the other end. "What did you have to tell Benita that couldn't wait until
a civilized hour?"

"Sorry," Guy said again, somberly. "Benita's not the one I must talk
to. I doubt if she's going to want to talk to me. This is really important.
We have a problem. Is Kane there? I need to speak with him."

That was when David realized he was alone in the big bed he shared
with the younger man. "Hold on, he must be in the other room."

He untangled himself from the bed linens. This developed into a more
delicate process than he had anticipated, since the passionate grip of his
dreams turned out to be the sheets wrapped snugly around his cock. By the
time he was safely freed, his mellow mood had evaporated like mist on a warm
day.

"Kane!" Guy could hear the irritation in his voice over the phone
line. "Get your ass in here! The rich man's on the phone for you! Something
going on I should be aware of?"

Guy winced.

David stalked into the other room. Maybe if they quickly resolved
this tempest in a teapot de Villiere was concerned with, he could talk his
young lover out of whatever clothes he had on, and into bed for some wild,
sweaty, mind-boggling monkey sex!!

A lascivious smile curled David's lips and his eyes grew slumberous
in anticipation.

Benita was just cleaning up after a rather messy session the night
before, involving whipping cream and maraschino cherries. "Morning, David.
Are you looking for Kane? He went out to run some errands for me. Is that
Guy?" She felt a tiny leap of excitement and her stomach attempted to tie
itself in knots.

David didn't hear her last, hopeful question. He was annoyed that
he'd have to put his erotic plans on hold for the time being. David walked into
the kitchen and poured himself a cup of lukewarm coffee. "Guy," he
scooped up the wall extension and cradled it between his neck and shoulder. "Kane's
not here right now. Want to leave a message with me?"

The response was so loud and staccato, David had to hold the phone
away from his ear. "What? Where is he? When did he go out? How long has he been
gone?" Guy barked the questions one after another, giving the other man no
chance to answer them.

But the tension in his normally controlled voice had all David's
senses on alert and he could feel the hairs on the nape of his neck standing to
attention.

"What's wrong?"

"Find Kane and get him back to Benita's apartment as soon as
possible. I'm on my way over. I don't have time to get into this right now! Suffice it
to say, things *may* have gotten a little out of hand."

"What do you mean, 'a little out of hand'?"

"I had a... confrontation with Kane's father, and I think I may have
pushed the bastard off the deep end!"

David suddenly couldn't catch his breath. He had seen up close and
personal just how irrational the older man could be. "What did you do?

"I don't want to go into the details over the phone. I'll explain as
soon as I get there!"

"Wait a minute! Is Kane in any danger?"

"Nnnno....I don't think so. I don't think it's likely. I... Just get
him the fuck off the streets!"

Before David could question him further, Guy had hung up.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Benita watched in surprise as David ran past her into the spare
bedroom. "David?"

He emerged with his shoes in one hand, trying to do up the buttons on
his shirt. His trousers gaped open and his feet were bare.

"Here, let me help you." She took over buttoning him up while he
tossed his shoes to the floor and stepped into them. Impatiently he waited for
her to finish her task, then tucked in the tails of his shirt with shaking
hands. "What did Guy say?"

"Guy says something happened with Kane's father. He says to find
Kane, and get him back here immediately." For a second, David looked scared, as
he considered all the possibilities that could be endangering his
lover. "He says there might be trouble!"

The psychic suddenly felt lightheaded. "Did he say what the trouble
was?"

"No." David was sliding his arms into his black leather jacket and
heading for the door. His attention was suddenly arrested. "Are you getting a
feeling?"

Benita pressed cool hands to cheeks that had abruptly flushed. "What?"

"Were you able to read him this morning?"

She shook her head. "No, this is something else." She didn't want to
tell David that whatever it was, Guy was involved in it up to his elegant
eyebrows. The psychic was drawing a blank on the young busboy, but
her erstwhile lover's actions were coming through so strongly she was
nearly bowed under the weight of it. Panic-stricken, she turned to David.

"The quad! Kane was going to the quad to pick up your laundry and I
asked him to do some shopping for me too. Hurry, David! Please hurry!"

David didn't pause to question her. He bolted from the apartment and
took the emergency exit to the stairs, not wanting to waste time waiting for
the elevator.

The door slammed behind his back and Benita sank to her knees,
burying her head in her hands. Guy was one of the most ruthless men she had ever
met. So far she hadn't read anything in his aura that would cause her to fear
for her own safety, but she had 'seen' things that he had done in the past.
To competitors, to faithless lovers, to anyone who crossed him.

He had the money to back his actions, the indomitable spirit needed
to head up his family's consortium. Those who thought his age made him fair
game for takeovers quickly learned otherwise, to their immeasurable loss. And
he had the audacity to bend the rules to suit his will.

The sound of her intercom startled her out of her musings.

"It's Guy," came the terse response when she thumbed the control.

Of course.

She didn't bother to acknowledge him, just buzzed him in and waited
for him to arrive at her door.

Kane's father was not just bad, he was evil. She had sensed, through
David's touch, what the man had done to his son, preventing him from
attending his mother's funeral, destroying his possessions, devastating him
emotionally.

She had also seen, although she was unsure if David was aware that he
had broadcast it to her, the rapacious glitter in the older man's eyes as
he had observed his son clad only in a thigh-length robe.

Guy had done something to Kane's father. Something physical. She
could feel it.

Now, she had to ask herself, could she accept it?


*****

Part 8 

Kane sauntered through the area known as the quad, contentedly
running his errands, never giving a thought to the way he looked. He had a
mirror, but ignored what it told him. He was oblivious to the long, dark hair
that curled around his shoulders, the soft chocolate brown eyes that viewed the
world soberly.

The happiness that radiated from Kane drew more than one pair of eyes
toward him, appreciating the way his snug jeans hugged the curve of his
sassy bottom and caressed a burgeoning arousal. His hair was loose around his face
and shoulders and his eyes held a glint of excitement. He had someone
waiting at home for him, and as soon as he finished picking up their dry
cleaning and getting some things for Benita, he planned on luring David back to
bed!

Having been raised primarily by servants, he had never known the
unquestioning approval of his parents. His mother had been a hedonist
who desperately sought the fountain of youth, and younger and younger
lovers. His father was a ruthless Midas whose only goal in life was to amass
wealth, and still more wealth.

Neither had spent time with him, especially once he reached that
coltish teenage stage. He finished high school, and his days morphed into a
sea of monotony through which he aimlessly drifted. And then, by sheer
chance, he had run across the one person who had meant anything to him in his
formative years: Toby of The Beavertons.

Oh, it was actually David McMillan, the actor who portrayed him, but
that was irrelevant. Toby was the one who showed him what family life could
really be like, what values mattered, and that was all the lonely teen cared
about.

Kane wrangled a job in the restaurant where the former actor was now
working as a waiter. He became David's busboy, and before too much time had
passed, he discovered himself passionately in lust with him. Kane began
pursuing him, trying to impress him with his black Porsche, almost courting him.
David refused to take his advances seriously, and lightly rebuffed him. But
Kane kept coming back to him.

Until the night the older man took him to his psychic friend's
apartment for a reading, gotten him high. David wanted his hands on Kane so badly
he could almost taste it, but he told Benita to jerk him off.  He saw it as
exercising restraint. Kane saw it as the final betrayal.

So he refused to see David again after work, using the excuse that
something had come up that he couldn't get out of.

David had gone to The Palladium seeking relief for the restless
desire the younger man stirred in him. He was splitting a beer with Sal, a
sometime lover, when he spotted a familiar, tousled mane of brown hair. Kane
was on the lower level.

With a girl.

Unable to accept how deeply he cared for his busboy, awash in
disappointment, David had bolted down the stairs and out of the trendy nightspot.
Kane had followed him into the parking lot and they had quarreled. The heat of
anger had transformed into the heat of desire. David had gone home with
Kane and they had spent the night making wild, passionate love.

Starting that relationship had cost Kane the sole surviving member of
his family. His father had denounced him as gay in front of servants,
associates and acquaintances. He repudiated him, and Kane had felt as if his
heart had been cut out.

David had been there for him, standing up to the old man, which no
one had ever done before for Kane. And then he had taken him home. And cared
for him.

****

Kane came out of the supermarket, his arms full of groceries and the
dry cleaning over his shoulder. He was passing the Lite and Bite, the
deli his friend Mike ran and on impulse he poked his head in the door. "Hey
Mike!" he called.

The blond head jerked up and a broad smile split his face. "Hi Butch!
How they hanging?"

"Primo, number one!" Kane laughed back at him.

"When am I going to see you again, kiddo?"

"You're seeing me now, Mike! Gotta go! David's waiting for me!"

He bounced back to the sidewalk and continued on his way. As he
passed a nearby alley, a large hand grabbed his arm and yanked him in, and
suddenly he was surrounded by a gang of punks dressed in baggy pants, their caps
worn backwards. Kane's smile wobbled for a second, and then he firmed
it. "Excuse me, please." He took a step to the side, but they moved with him.

"We got plans for you, rich boy!"

Kane tried to keep the fear out of his eyes. "Do I know you?"

"Nah, you don't know us, but your old man does!"

"My father?" he repeated stupidly. How was that possible? Kane's
father would never condescend to speak with street kids.

"Yeah. Seems he's not happy with you, and he paid us to teach you a
lesson!"

"What...could you teach me?" Kane asked cautiously.

"We're going to teach you how to go down on each and every one of
us!" The groceries were pulled out of Kane's arms and thrown aside as the
leader of the gang crowded him back against the wall, running his hands over
the young man's crotch and squeezing. "I want you on your knees, bitch!"

Kane's breath had gone raspy and he glanced down in horror as the
youth in front of him unzipped his baggy pants and pulled out his cock,
stroking it tauntingly. He grinned, a snide curl to his lips, as he pressed down
on Kane's shoulders. "Suck me!"

"No! I won't!" he gasped.

The gang was taunting him and tugging at his clothes as he fought
desperately to protect himself.

And then an enraged roar froze the tableau in the alley.

The gang took one look at the blond at the mouth of the alley and
began snickering. "We supposed to be scared of you, man?" the leader of the
gang taunted. "We know all about you! You're as light in the loafers as
this little fag!"

Mike's eyes narrowed and abruptly he relaxed. "You think, Chooch?"

The youth started at the use of his name.

"Oh yeah, *punk*! I know who you are! And your scumbag friends too!
You want to be serviced?" He motioned to his chest with both thumbs. "You come
to me!"

"You think you're Dirty Harry, man?" the leader jeered.

"Mike, no!" Kane cried.

"'Sokay, kiddo. You just stay out of the way!"

With a howl, the gang sprang toward the compact man who stood calmly
before them. But Mike had only come to running the Lite and Bite in recent
years. The crowd he used to hang with could have told the pack charging down
on him that he wasn't a man to fuck with.

Mike had learned to fight in the mean streets, and he fought the only
way he knew how: down and dirty.

Kane wasn't about to let his friend face this gang alone. Shouting in
fury, he jumped on a random back and wound his legs tightly around his
target's waist. He was pounding away on the hapless gang member, twisting his
hands in the mohawk and yanking for all he was worth. Taking advantage of
proximity, he bit down on a dirty ear, too focused to gag.

And then he was being pulled off and spun away from the fight. He
turned with a savage growl, to find himself face to face with David. "Oh shit!"
he said in a small voice. He was certain his lover would be furious with him.

"You want to tell me what this is all about, baby?"

Kane was afraid to meet the older man's eyes. He started
uncontrollably when he felt gentle hands on his hair, straightening his clothes, and he
finally dared a glance up.

David's eyes were frantic as he ran trembling hands over the younger
man, making certain he was unhurt. And then he was holding him hard,
kissing his cheek, murmuring in his ear.

"Mike!" Kane struggled to look around David, searching for his friend.

"He's okay, baby. He's just holding the leader for the police."

"David," he whispered shakily, "it might not be a good idea to get
the authorities involved with this." His voice became even softer. "I
think...my father may have had something to do with it!"

"What? Son of a bitch! Mike, forget about the cops!" David
barked.  "This is a family matter!"

The gang leader spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to sneer at
them. Mike regarded him distastefully. "You want me to let him go?" he asked,
incredulous.

David smiled, and the youth suddenly wished he hadn't taken the money
from the old man. It had sounded like an easy way to make a hundred bucks,
but now he was sorry the gang hadn't just fucked his ass and robbed him when
they found him wandering in their turf.

'Oh, no. I want to know what Kane's father has to do with this. And
so will Guy de Villiere!"

Mike let out a low whistle "You know him?"

"Let's just say he's a friend of a friend!" David rummaged in his
pocket, pulled out a handkerchief and tossed it to Mike. "Wipe your nose,
will you? You're bleeding all over your shirt!"

Mike grinned and hauled the gang leader up to his feet. "C'mon,
asshole! You're going to see how the other half lives! Where we taking him?"

"De Villiere is meeting us at Benita's apartment. He met with your
father, baby, and apparently all hell has broken loose. He was worried about
you and he sent me out to find you and get you back to Benita's. Mike, I owe
you, man. Big time! I'll never be able to repay you for this!"

"Hey, Kane's my friend. It's just lucky that I followed him!"

Kane raised his head from where he had been resting it against
David's chest, listening to the reassuring beat under his cheek. "Why *did* you
follow me, Mike?"

The deli man scooped up an iridescent blue teddy from the dirt in the
alleyway. "You dropped this, kiddo!"

And Kane blushed bright red.

*****

Part 9  R

Mike manhandled the gang-leader Chooch into the elevator. David and
Kane were right on his heels.

The occupant of the elevator stood with gaping mouth, his eyes
bulging at the sight of the blood that covered the unlikely quartet. At his feet the
little Yorkshire Terrier yapped away, advancing and retreating.

David held on to Kane, still shaken by the attack on his young
lover. "You're sure you're okay, baby? You're not hurt somewhere I can't see?"

Kane rubbed his cheek against David's chest. "I'm all right, honey
man. But I just don't understand it! Why would my father want that gang to hurt
me, like that?"

"What do you mean, 'like that'?"

"Umm." Kane didn't want to answer.

"They were just going to beat you up, weren't they?"

Kane urged David's head closer to his mouth. "They wanted me to...you
know, take it in the face," he whispered, ashamed to admit that much,
ashamed that they wanted much more.

"What?" David's voice reverberated in the elevator cab. "This piece
of shit wanted to do what?"

The door slid open and the man who was in the cab with them
reluctantly got off, fascinated in spite of himself, the little dog dragging along
behind him.

They continued on their way up to Benita's apartment.

"Don't make me repeat it, David! I feel so dirty! He touched me
and..."

Before Kane could continue, his lover's fist shot out and the gang
leader took a solid blow to his face. There was an obscene crunching sound,
and a gout of blood spurted from the damaged nose, spattering onto the
floor.

"Jesus, David! Was that really necessary?" Mike complained.

"Yes, it was!" David spat out from between gritted teeth.

"Well, you could have waited until we were someplace less public!" he
groused. "Someone's gonna have to come back here and clean this up!"

"Ask me if I care! I'm gonna kill the fucking bastard! Do you know
what he was going to do to Kane?"

"I heard, man. I'm *not* deaf, you know. And you'll have to get in
line. I have first dibs on this scumbag!"

By this time they had reached Benita's floor and dragged the young
hoodlum to her apartment. David unlocked the door and they bundled him inside.

****

Guy had been pacing the floor, more worried than he wanted to admit
to the psychic. Of course she sensed his distress, but she said nothing,
simply offering him tea laced with whiskey, her competent hands trying to
rub the tension out of his shoulders.

His head jerked up when he heard the key in the door and he started
forward. David and Kane entered first, and he was relieved to see that Kane
appeared unhurt, although his clothing was disheveled.

"Kane!"

The eyes that were raised to him had a bruised look, and Kane's
throat worked as reaction set in.

Guy was alarmed that his actions had rebounded onto the younger man,
which was the last thing he wanted. "David?"  He needed reassurance that
Kane was all right.

"Kane was attacked in an alley off the quad. Shit-for-brains and his
gang grabbed him."

The gang-leader had not reached his position on the streets by
backing down before what he perceived as a threat. More than one member had been
forced to submit to his sexual domination. He had achieved his status by
stomping the former leader into the ground, battering the youth so badly that he
would spend the rest of his life sipping his meals through a straw.

His gang terrorized their portion of the city, randomly assaulting
the old and young, the poor as well as those better off.

And *he* terrorized his gang.

Chooch, the name signifying his mule-like stubbornness in handling
all manner of situations, suddenly found himself up against someone who was a
genuine 'bad' man. A bad man to cross, a bad man to challenge, a bad man to
have as an enemy! Although dressed in a manner he often derided, there was
nothing 'gay' about the man confronting him.

"So, you were going to sodomize Kane?"

He struggled in Mike's grip, but the blond simply yanked the arm he
held behind the gang-leader's back further up his spine, as if he wanted
to wrap Chooch's hand around his neck. "Answer the man, ass wipe!"

"Or what?" Chooch challenged. "You can't do anything to me! The law
won't let you!"

"This is the same law that you constantly defy?" Guy leaned back
against a wall, relaxed. "You think that law will ever find out what goes on in
this apartment? I can have you killed and your body disposed of. No one
would ever think to question me or my friends."

"Is that supposed to scare me, fairy?"

If Chooch thought the epithet would upset de Villiere, he was sadly
mistaken. Instead, Guy burst into laughter.

"You're funny, Chooch. You're a very funny guy! Maybe I won't have
you killed after all! Maybe I'll do it myself! Now why don't you tell me what
made you attack a friend of mine?" The last words were spoken in a furious
snarl.

The look in Guy's eyes gave the gang leader pause. He wasn't afraid,
he assured himself. He could *never* be afraid of a fruit in a suit!
Still...

Ah, what the hell, he owed the old fuck who wanted his son debased
nothing!

"Yeah, sure, I'll tell you. But not cause I'm a-scared of you!"

"No, of course not," Guy murmured. "Mike, why don't you give this
maggot some slack?"

"Is that wise, Guy?" David asked, wary of the dangerous youth in
their midst.

Guy took a length of wire from his suit pocket and wound it around
his fists. "I think so. Chooch will tell us everything we want to know, or I
will kill him, very, very slowly!"

And he smiled.

The gang-leader suddenly felt as if someone was dancing on his grave.
Oh yes, this was a *very* bad man!

He began to talk.

****

David stood with Kane in his arms, the younger man's body shaken with
tremors.

Mike returned from seeing the gang-leader off the premises. None of
them trusted him enough to have him wandering unescorted through the
building, so Mike had been elected to make sure the lobby door was securely closed
behind him. He had pounded on him a little, just to get the point across
that he did not appreciate his friends being attacked, before he had tossed him
out.

The compact blond glared at Guy as he bounded back into Benita's
apartment. "I hope your taste for revenge has been satisfied. You nearly managed
to get Kane badly hurt. And I don't care how wealthy and powerful you are.
If something bad had happened to Butch, I'd have come after you!"

Guy refused to take exception to what Mike said. He had to agree with
him. If the young man had been assaulted as a result of the actions he had
taken against his father, Guy would have been devastated.

He would have seen that everyone involved, including Kane's father,
got an extensive tour of hell, but his conscience would have troubled him
considerably.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am about this, Kane," he
apologized. "If I had any idea that getting fucked would unbalance your father this much, I
would have used another method to deal with him!"

Benita was the only one in the room who realized that Guy was
speaking literally when he claimed to have fucked Kane's father.

****

The older man had finally begged for it, while Guy's cock was in his
mouth, and Guy had seen no need to use any finesse on him. He had bared the
older man's ass with hurtful fingers, and rolled on a lubricated condom as
a matter of course, but foreplay had merely been a hard hand around his cock
as Guy shoved roughly into him.

The older man's breath had whined from between his lips as the
rhythmic thrusting of Guy's hips pounded against his ass. And when he had felt
the hot liquid of the rich man's climax in his channel, he began spurting his
essence against the desk Guy had bent him over.

His response toward being dominated was unexpected. He had turned
toward the man who was his adversary with softened eyes. Until he had seen Guy
distastefully cleaning himself off. That was when he had the sudden
realization that what had just been done to him was what he wanted to
do to his son!

His sense of who he was had precluded him from doing that once, but
not any longer! Not since Guy had made him his bitch!

Guy had torn away the blinders that kept him from seeing this aspect
of his nature. Carefully, making sure the wealthy man could not see what was
behind his eyes, he adjusted his clothing.

A soft snick signaled the unlocking of the office door, and he gave
the impression that he was whipped, slinking away until he was out of
Guy's line of sight. Then he straightened up, and strode to the bank of
elevators that would take him to the ground floor, wincing as his anus protesting
the hurried movement after the vigorous fucking it had gotten.

Earlier, the older man had dismissed his driver upon arriving at
Guy's office building, anticipating triumph, its taste sweet upon his tongue.

Now he was leaving in defeat, but that was only a temporary thing. An
idea had taken root, and as soon as he carefully examined all of its
ramifications, from every possible angle, he would put it into
effect. He would have to be very careful, and make sure de Villiere never became
aware of his plan.

But this would be even better than thwarting his adversary in
business.

He began to walk, his aimless wandering taking him into one of the
more dangerous sections of the city. And then he had found himself
surrounded by a pack of dangerous young thugs, who threatened his bodily integrity.

And the final piece of his scheme tumbled neatly into place. Kane's
father had smiled, and there was a hint of the unsettled about it. The gang
backed away from him as he proposed a joint venture. He would pay them a
hundred dollars each to attack his son sexually. There was no need for them
to understand the reasoning behind his offer.

The older man licked his lips and his eyes glittered evilly.

Once Kane was defiled in that manner, the...person...he lived with
would no longer want him.

But his loving father would!

*****

Part 10 R

Kane was getting restless. Just recently promoted to the wait-staff,
he was immensely proud of the white dress shirt with the French cuffs and
the tuxedo trousers that was the uniform the waiters at Salante's wore. He
brushed at an imaginary speck of lint on his sleeve and glanced impatiently at the
clock.

His night shift at the trendy restaurant was over.  All he wanted was
to go home and go to bed. Preferably with his lover. But the men in his life,
his lover and his friends, refused to allow him to travel through the city
alone.

Ever since he had been attacked in the alley.

So he had to wait for one of them to accompany him home.

Tonight, Guy was taking Benita out on an honest to God date. Wining
and dining her. Kane wondered if Guy was going to take her to one of the
private dining rooms in Amore's, where David had taken him, in more than one
sense, and he sighed. It was so romantic.

And David...

Well, David had made use of some personal time, and not come in to
work. He had been doing that frequently. *Very* frequently, now that Kane gave
it careful consideration. What was he doing? And ... with whom?

Was the handsome actor/waiter getting bored with his young lover, and
looking for greener pastures? Before surrendering to his passion for Kane,
before he had bent Kane over the pool table in his father's house that first
time and made sweet love to him, gently invading his virgin passage, David had
had a reputation as a heartbreaker, a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy,
who had more notches on his bed post than there were grains of sand on the
beach.

Was David about to resume his old habits? Was he going to leave Kane?

No. He couldn't. He had declared his intention of marrying the
younger man! And Kane was determined to keep his lover no matter what. Candy,
David's former roommate, had given Kane a hint of what to do, so that would
put paid to the whole matter! And he just wouldn't dwell on it any longer.

Instead, he had best consider how he was to get home.

Mike was the only one available, and so he would do the honors
tonight. The young man shot another look at the clock. Where the hell was he?

They all had to be over-reacting to that attack. Surely the danger
was over by now? Kane had been overwhelmingly devastated when the thug Chooch
revealed the extent of his father's involvement in the assault, but his father
really *couldn't* have wanted ... THAT done to his own son! Could he?

No, of course not.

And everyone was worried for nothing! Kane nodded to himself. He was
just going to take himself off to Benita's apartment and show them all
that he could take excellent care of himself! After all, he was an adult now!

He patted his pocket to make sure he had the key, then slid into his
leather jacket and let himself out the back door of the restaurant.

His black Porsche was not in the parking lot. Damn! David had taken
it on his mysterious errand. For all his vaunted adult status, Kane didn't have
enough cash on him for a cab. And it was after two; the buses had stopped
running for the night.

He'd have to walk all the way home.

Kane swung around and headed down the sidewalk to the brightly lit
thoroughfare. It was a pleasant night, and the walk wouldn't be a
hardship. The air was crisp, with just a hint of winter in it. Suddenly, he
felt good.

He'd wait up for his lover, if David wasn't already home, and then he
would torment him until the older man realized there was no way on earth
that he could live without him! Kane loosened the thong that kept his hair
back from his face and shook the long brown strands free, just the way David
liked it.

Excitement was fizzing in his blood now, like chilled champagne, and
there was a jaunty bounce in his step. At the corner he waited for the
light to change. A shout from the rear of the restaurant caught his attention.

"Hey, Butch, wait up!"

With arms akimbo, Kane turned to face his friend. "Well, hurry it up,
Mike! I want to get home sometime tonight!" His eyes were bright with
laughter.

He never noticed the car that pulled up behind him. He never saw the
door open or the arm that reached out to drag him into the late model
Mercedes.

But Mike did. His cry of warning came too late.

Kane had been abducted.

****

Mike was frantic. He beat on the door of Salante's, trying to get
someone's attention. Finally, one of the cleaning crew cracked open the
door. "We're closed man! Go 'way!"

"Please, I just need to use the phone!"

"What do you think this is, the freakin' travelers' aid? No can do,
amigo!"

As the door was about to slam shut in his face, Mike shoved his foot
in the way and grabbed the cleaning man by the soiled collar of his ratty
tee shirt. "You know Kane, who works here? Well, he's been snatched, and if you
don't let me in to call for help, I will reach down your throat and rip
your lungs out!" Mike was shouting in his face by this time. "Have I made myself
clear, *amigo*?"

Shaken, the custodian raised his hands and backed away and Mike
stormed in.

Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out a paper with pertinent phone
numbers on it. The first one he dialed got him through to David.

"Major trouble, man! Kane's been taken. Meet me outside of Salante's
as soon as you can!"

He hung up on David's frantic queries and punched in another number.
This was one that many in the business world would gladly kill to posses: Guy
de Villiere's private cell phone number.

The connection was established on the first ring.

"What is it?" Guy barked.

"It's Mike. Kane's been snatched. I'm at Salante's."

"We're on our way!"

Mike let himself out of the restaurant and began pacing the parking
lot, chewing the toothpick between his teeth to splinters and running his
hand through his blond hair. By the time David got there, Mike's hair was
so disheveled he looked as if he had gone backwards through a hedge.

The former actor bounded out of the Porsche, leaving the keys
dangling in the ignition and the motor idling. "Where is he? What happened? Why the
*fuck* weren't you with him?"

Before Mike could answer, Guy rolled into the lot and coolly exited
his own vehicle. Benita was at his side. She went to David and put a calming
hand on his arm.

"David, beating Mike senseless will not bring us closer to finding
Kane." She gave him a shake. "Control yourself!"

"Yeah, well, where the fuck were *you* McMillan?" Mike demanded
hotly. "You missed another shift! If you had been here, he wouldn't have been out
on the street by himself!"

David's eyes turned blind with distress, and Mike had the grace to
look abashed. "I..."

"Never mind!" Guy said shortly. "We don't have time for
recriminations!" He flipped open his cell phone and made a call. "What do you have for
me?" he asked, putting the call on speakerphone so everyone could hear the
conversation.

"I've been following the old man's car as you requested, sir. A
couple of his people took it and were watching the restaurant where the young
man works. They grabbed him about half an hour ago and brought him to the
office building that houses the old man's business."

"Has anyone left since you took up your position?"

"No, sir. No one else has come in either."

"Very well. Thank you. Stay there and continue watching. If Kane is
taken from that building, I want you to tail them and get in immediate
contact with me. You have this number. In the meantime, I'm on my way!"

"Yes, sir!" The connection was severed and the speaker settled back
to continue his surveillance.

He had no idea why the old man put the snatch on his own kid, but he
wouldn't want to be in his shoes for all the tea in China! When *his* boss
spoke in that clipped manner, it usually meant someone was going to get it up
the ass!

He shuddered, glad he was not on the receiving end of that contained
anger.

"David, you and Mike go in the Porsche. My Lamborghini is too snug
for the four of us. You know where the business is? The old man's apartment
is in the penthouse of that building. It's my bet that's where he'll have Kane!"

David shook his head, fear gripping his gut. "Kane may have mentioned
the address, but I can't remember it."

Guy got behind the wheel. "Follow us, and stay close, I won't be
stopping for any lights!"

The sexy silver sports car leaped forward into the street, the black
Porsche hard on its ass.

"Guy, how are we going to deal with this?" Benita asked, nervously
tearing at a thumbnail.

"Trust me, ma petite. Trust me!"

*****

Warning: possible incest implied, so if that squicks you, walk on by!

Part 11

The older man cast an acerbic glance at the figure that was lying
helpless on the loveseat.

What an ironic name for that particular piece of furniture.

The idiots he had designated to do this job had proven to be
incompetent to the nth degree. When he instructed them to use any means necessary to
bring his son to him, he had not the least inkling that they would actually
render the boy unconscious by using a sap on him.

Those fools would pay dearly for their bungling.

He had been relishing the fantasy of his son dragged before him,
begging and pleading for mercy. He would wrap his fingers in that long, brown
hair and drag that tempting mouth under his own. And while he ravaged those
lush lips, his other hand would be busy stripping the trousers from the lissome
form, and fondling what heretofore had been forbidden to him.

He growled under his breath and stroked his arousal through the
material of his slacks.

Well, that was still to come. It was merely a matter of delaying
gratification. Meanwhile, he would just have to maintain some
semblance of patience.

The trickle of blood that seeped sluggishly from the wound in his
son's scalp caused him to curl his lip and walk away from the gory sight. There
was a decanter of Dewars on the credenza. He poured himself a couple of
fingers of the fine scotch and settled into a cushioned chair to wait for his
son to regain his senses. The alcohol warmed its way down to his cock, and
he closed his eyes, once more enjoying the vision of Kane on his knees before
him, only this time, he was using his mouth for something other than begging.

****

The elevator to the penthouse was secured for the night. There was no
way the quartet could get up there through that venue.

But there is always more than one way to access an upper story.

A thin strip of light was visible from under the closed doors of the
executive offices that belonged to Kane's father, indicating that
someone had either come in exceptionally early, or had stayed exceedingly late.

Guy cautiously tried the knob, and was surprised when it turned
easily in his hand.

The woman who was seated at the desk started in panic when she
realized she was no longer alone in the suite of offices. Her head jerked up, and
Guy swore silently.

Her eyes were red and swollen. Mascara had run down her cheeks. What
he first took to be her lipstick, smeared over her chin, he discovered was
blood from a badly cut lip. A palm print stood out in stark relief on her cheek.

Her blouse hung open, the buttonholes ripped and buttons missing. One
cup of her bra was torn, revealing a breast covered with bite marks.

She grabbed for a tissue and blotted her face, making a futile effort
to cover herself. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for a friend of mine. You would do well to help me. And
in return, I will help you."

"How can you help me?" she responded bitterly.

"I'm de Villiere!"

She moaned and buried her head in her hands.

"Who did this to you?"

"Who do you think? That son of a bitch I work for!"

"Kane's father?"

She nodded.

"Help me and I'll see that he pays!"

The blue eyes she raised to his burned fiercely with the need for
revenge. "Anything!"

She rose to her feet and haltingly came from behind her desk. Her
skirt was askew and her pantyhose had been shredded. "I'll need to make some
repairs. Just tell me what you want me to do!"

Guy watched with compassion as she limped to the washroom. Blood
streaked the backs of her legs. He was about to ask what the bastard had done to
her, but then decided it would be too cruel, too prurient to make her go into
the details.

"Do you want me to call a doctor?" he asked.

"No, I'm not as badly hurt as it might look. We've done this before,
although never to this extreme. He didn't prepare me this time." A
sob caught in her throat. "I'll be all right."

She returned to her office, her face wiped clean and her hair once
more in order, her clothing rearranged. A new pair of pantyhose covered her
legs.

A very resourceful woman, the old man's executive secretary!

"Now, what do you want me to do?"

****

Kane's head hurt. His hand found the lump under his hair, and came
away wet. He opened his eyes to see what caused the dampness, and winced, as
the light seemed to knife through his pupils.

His stomach roiled and he clamped his lips together.

"Ah, you're with us once more, my boy! Don't try to pretend you're
still unconscious! Open your eyes and look at me!"

"Papa? What's wrong? Why is my head bleeding?"

"Those feebleminded cretins who brought you here didn't understand
the meaning of the word 'moderation'! The fools!" he muttered under his
breath.

"Where am I, Papa?"

"You're in the penthouse apartment. And I don't want you to call me
that anymore! From now on *I* am going to be your honey man!"

"What?" Suddenly it all came back to Kane, the attack in the alley,
the fact that it had been instigated by his own father, and now his abduction.
He bit down hard on his back teeth.

"You're going to be mine, boy! *I'm* going to be the one fucking your
ass from now on! And no one will do anything to stop it!"

"David won't..."

"That promiscuous fag? He's just going to think you want to
experiment with all the varied pleasures that are available to a pretty boy like you!"

"No!" Kane shook his head, and then moaned as the motion made him
increasingly nauseous. "David knows I would never leave him!"

"Perhaps, but that's not what he'll think when he gets the note from
you!"

"I'm not sending him any note!"

"Oh, you might not *personally* write it, but Miss Winstead is quite
good at copying another's handwriting. And I have quite a few examples of
yours handy. Trust me, dear boy! David will want nothing more to do with
you when she gets done. I will see to that!"

The older man approached the loveseat and Kane shrank back, afraid of
what his father was going to do. The brown eyes that looked back into his
were no longer quite sane.

"I never would have dreamed of doing this to you, do you know that?
You have your friend de Villiere to thank for my change of attitude! Did he
tell you what he did to me?"

Kane shook his head and winced again. He didn't want to know what the
ruthless businessman had done to drive his father past all acceptable
boundaries, but even less did he want his father to put his hands on
him. "What did Guy do, Papa?" he whispered through clenched teeth.

"I told you *not* to call me that!" the older man shrieked. His hand
shot out and Kane's head rocked back as his father's palm connected
violently with his cheek. "There now, see what you made me do, you naughty
boy!" The suddenly playful tone of voice frightened Kane more than anything
else.

Turning to glance casually around the room, the older man spotted the
chair he had been seated in and pulled it close to the loveseat. He settled
himself comfortably and leaned toward his son. "You see, I never wanted a
male lover. Not consciously. But then de Villiere forced me to go down on him.
And when that wasn't enough, he sodomized me!"

Kane's chocolate brown eyes were agonized. His father was clearly
insane! Guy would never do that!

"Oh, don't be horrified, dear boy. I quite enjoyed it, once I got
over the shock of having another man's penis in my ass. In fact, I thought the
experience might be even more rewarding if it was *my* penis in
*your* ass! And then I thought what it would feel like if you took me in that
sweet mouth of yours!

"And you know, it doesn't even matter if you call me 'daddy'. I've
heard that you sometimes referred to your former lover that way! Just don't
call me 'papa'!"

The older man inclined his head forward, his gaze fastened on his
son's mouth. "Kiss me, sweet boy, kiss me!" His voice was hoarse with
desire.

Kane's eyes grew huge, and an expression of misery crossed his face.
He turned his head away.

His father gloated at the distress he was causing the younger man,
and he reached for his lips.

And then Kane relaxed his jaw and whipped his head around. The rapid
motion upset his already queasy stomach and set in progress a specific chain
of events.

As his father brought his face closer to his own, Kane lurched
forward and began emptying the contents of his stomach all over the older man's
very expensive, very exclusively made, very alligator shoes!


*****

Part 12

David felt as if his heart was being ripped out. His lover was behind
that closed door, alone with a man who should only have his well-being at
heart, but who in fact wanted to abuse and defile him.

He tore at a cuticle, and felt blood begin to drip down his finger.
David looked at it blankly, then stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked
on it. The bleeding stopped almost immediately. And he began worrying
another cuticle.

Mike gripped his arm in passing, and continued pacing the corridor.

"What are they *doing* in there?" David hissed.

"Have patience, David!" Benita advised.

"Goddammit!" he spat. "You wouldn't say that if it was your lover in
there with a pervert!"

"Guy will get him out of there! Trust him!"

"Why should *I* trust him? Do *you*?"

Her eyes widened and she stared at her friend in shock. "I do!"

"What?"

"I do trust him!"

"How the fuck did that happen?" David demanded.

She shrugged helplessly. "I...don't know! He must have sneaked up on
me when I wasn't looking!"

Knowing how lost she was feeling, David put his arms around her and
hugged her close. "Falling in love is a bitch, isn't it, Nita?"

Benita gave a spurt of laughter and leaned into him.

And Mike continued his pacing.

****

Miss Winstead's task was to distract the older man. "But I felt sure
you would love some of this Dom Perignon '64, mon ange!" she
cooed. "After all, this is a special occasion, is it not?"

For a moment, confusion filled her sometime-lover's chocolate brown
eyes. "It is?"

She nodded toward where Kane was slumped on the loveseat, his face
bearing a palm print that matched the one on her cheek. "You've wanted to do
this for such a long time, mon coeur! Here, a glass of champagne to celebrate?"

The confusion left his eyes. "Fucking bitch! I *fired* you! Get your
ass out of here and leave me to the boy!" he turned away from her.

"Ah, ma vie, you no longer wish to make love to me? I'm just so
*fucking* devastated!" With a lightning-like move, her hand shot out and she
jabbed his buttock with a syringe.

"What have you done?" the older man howled.

"Nothing but what you've deserved for a very long time!" Guy spoke
softly as he emerged from the shadows.

"De Villiere! What are you...how did you..." Kane's father found his
tongue was becoming tangled in the simplest of sentences.

"Get him out of here!" Guy nodded toward Kane, and the executive
secretary got an arm around him and urged him to his feet.

"Come on, sweetie, you don't need to be here for this!" She paused as
they reached the door. "Do him a violence, M. de Villiere! Make him pay!"

The two walking wounded left the room, she making sure the door was
firmly closed behind them.

****

David let Benita go so quickly she staggered. He reached his lover
and had him firmly in his arms before she could regain her balance. The
psychic smiled ruefully and looked away to give the pair a modicum of privacy.

The older man fussed over Kane, murmuring in dismay over his blood-
soaked hair and the bruise on his cheek. "Are you all right? How badly did
him hurt you? Oh, baby, I was so worried about you! I'm so sorry this
happened!"

"It wasn't your fault." Kane's voice dragged with weariness. "I
wasn't careful. I just couldn't believe he would do something like that to
me. I mean, it isn't as if he ever even liked me. He always ignored me!"

Gentle fingers ran through his hair. "Oh, you may have thought he was
ignoring you, but he used to watch you! This past year or so,
whenever you would come up to the office, I saw the way he looked at you." Miss
Winstead stroked the curve of his cheek. "My angel!"

"That's what you called my father!"

She grimaced. "He insisted on those French endearments, don't ask me
why. You'd better sit down, Kane. I think you may have a concussion."

"I should have thought of that myself!" David castigated himself. "I
want that cut on your scalp looked at, baby."

"You're not going to take me to the hospital, are you, David?"

"Kane, if I have to drag you kicking and screaming, I'm going to make
sure that you see a doctor!"

"Mr. McMillan!" The executive secretary was shocked at his seemingly
brutal words.

Kane laughed, and then flinched as pain speared through his
head. "It's all right, Miss Winstead. I know David loves me."

His lover scowled at him. "Then why won't you mind me? You *need* to
see a doctor!"

Kane glared right back at him. "You're not my father!" he retorted.

"No! I'm your dad-dy!"

Kane's eyes clouded and David became panicked. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"*He* wanted me to call him that!"

"Shit!" David wanted to take the older man apart with his bare hands.
"Baby..."

Kane was reliving that frightening moment. "He hit me when I called
him Papa, but he said he would be my daddy, because he knew I called you that
sometime. But David," the younger man looked confused, "*I* never called you
Daddy!"

"Your father has ears all over the city, Kane," Miss Winstead said
wearily as she took a seat in one of the settees in the lobby of the
penthouse suite. "He'd have found out everything he needed to know, no matter what it
took, or how much it cost him."

Unintelligible cries suddenly erupted from behind the closed door.
For a moment they became understandable. "No, please! Get away from me!
Leave me alone!" They rapidly escalated into screams of unholy terror. "Jesus
God, help me! No! No...NO!"

The crescendo abruptly ceased, and the group in the lobby regarded
each, other highly shaken.

Mike wiped a hand across his mouth. "What the fuck was that?"

The door opened and Guy looked out. "Ah, Miss Winstead. You're still
here. Excellent! I hate to impose, but I believe we'll need a mobile crisis
unit on the scene, if you would be so kind as to call for one?"

The composed executive secretary approached her former employer's
deadly adversary. She glanced over his shoulder into the room beyond.
Huddled in a corner, cowering, Kane's father had his head buried in his arms and
was gibbering incoherently to himself.

Her blue eyes met dark ones that were merciless, and in spite of
herself, she shuddered. "I think, perhaps, it might be better if I got in touch
with Doctor Schoenfeld, his psychiatrist."

Kane whirled around in surprise, and then gasped in dismay as his
stomach heaved from the sudden movement. He swallowed hard and began
breathing shallowly through his mouth. "I didn't know my father saw a shrink!"

"He didn't." The soignee woman had the grace to look ill-at-ease. "It
was for your mother. He wanted to have her committed, but she died before
he could do that. But this psychiatrist is on his payroll, and it would
behoove him to act expeditiously."

David went to offer Kane what comfort he could, but the younger man
brushed past him and went up to Guy de Villiere. "Is my father crazy?"

"Like a shit-house rat!" Mike hissed under his breath, but
fortunately his friend didn't hear him. He was concentrating on the other man.

"I'm not in the medical field, Kane. I could hardly diagnose anyone."
Guy had forgotten that Kane grew up in the same circles as he, and was
unafraid to challenge him.

"Take a guess, rich man!"

Guy paled. He liked Kane, and hated to hear him use the epithet
Benita was wont to hurl at him when she was trying to keep him from getting
close to her. He could never tell the young man that his father had been
injected with a psychosis-inducing drug that pushed him over the edge.

Or that Guy's seduction of him had driven him to that point.

Guy would never be able to forgive himself for the actions that had
placed Kane in such potential danger, and that was something he would have
to live with for the rest of his life.

Confession might be good for the soul, but his soul was going to have
to do without it. Never could he tell the younger man that he had literally
fucked his father. It had been with the purest of intentions, but Guy was
well aware that he had just laid another yard of cement paving the road to hell.

He could never tell Benita, either. If she knew his questionable
actions, she would sever any connection with him so fast he didn't think he'd be
able to survive it. And that was not a chance he was willing to take.

But Guy had badly miscalculated.

He didn't need to say anything to the psychic. Each time she touched
him, she was able to read him, more and more clearly. She knew what he had
done to Kane's father. She had known from the day after, when Kane had been
attacked in the alley off the quad.

And it didn't matter. Who he was, what he did. His heart was linked
unalterably with hers.

He had wanted her, had burst into her life determined to make her
acknowledge him, make her his. He had battled her to a standstill, but that
battle was over now. Finally.

He just didn't know it.

And she was the winner.

*****

This one's for Silk, because RL can be such a bitch. And because she
waited so long.

Part 13 PG-13

The door slammed shut behind the young man, and Benita winced at the
force of it. David was late again, and Kane had no choice but to leave for
work without him.

This made four out of five nights that the former actor had not shown
up in time for the drive to the restaurant where he waited tables. Kane
feared his lover was in danger of losing his job, although Jacques, the manager,
seemed unconcerned about the repeated absences.

But what was worse was that the younger man feared *he* was in danger
of losing his lover.

It had been some time since his father had been hospitalized after
the kidnapping and assault, and not once had David tried to make love to
him. Oh, he held him, and cuddled him, but each time Kane attempted to
initiate anything physical, David shied off, citing work, or...other things.

Kane got into his black Porsche convertible and carefully inserted
the key into the ignition with hands that weren't quite steady. David meant
more to him than any other person in the world. He would do whatever it took
to keep him in his life.

A horrid thought insinuated itself into his mind. What if David no
longer wanted to be in his life? What if he thought Kane was too high-
maintenance, too needy, too much trouble?

The younger man swiped a sleeve across his eyes and sniffled
inelegantly. If David had been there, he would have smiled and handed him his
handkerchief, making a teasing remark about his youth.

But David was not there.

Kane had to drive to work alone.

****

His shift was half over when the recently promoted waiter spotted a
familiar face. "Candy!" He was surprised to see her at the trendy restaurant.
She had always complained that the clientele was too upscale for her taste.

"Hi, Kane. How are you?"

Although he had known David's former roommate for a number of months
now, he still wasn't quite comfortable with her. But she was his lover's good
friend, and she accepted that the relationship she once had with
David was over. Candy and David had been lovers, a long time ago. For about two
seconds, according to David, long enough for him to accept that
making love to a woman was just not for him.

But Candy could never quite let go. Even when David told her there
was no chance of them ever becoming anything more than friends again.

"You don't look too good," she commented, regarding her friend's
lover closely.

Kane's chocolate brown eyes turned bittersweet. "Thanks."

"No, seriously! You look like you haven't been sleeping well. What's
wrong?"

He was reluctant to discuss this with the woman who was essentially
the fifth wheel in his relationship with David, but he needed to talk to
someone. Anyone.

Benita was too involved with Guy de Villiere, the wealthy man who was
determined to make his way into her life. His friend Mike would just
scowl and threaten to beat the crap out of David.

And David...just wasn't there!

"I ...I've got a few minutes; let me tell Jacques I'm taking a break!"

Candy smiled as the young man hurried to find his boss. She knew
David would never be hers again, but it had been a long, dry spell between
lovers. Jeri, the grade school teacher, and her only experiment with an alternate
lifestyle, and Robert the bartender who couldn't decide if he was
married or not, were in the past. There was nothing to occupy her spare time,
except to think up ways to cause some mischief.

Oh, she meant no harm, she assured herself. She just wanted to amuse
herself until something turned up to take her mind off the fact that her bed
was exceptionally lonely these days.

Kane returned with a white wine for the young woman, and a beer for
himself. Candy took a sip and waited with growing impatience for Kane to
unburden himself.

Finally, "Look, Kane, if you don't want to tell me what the problem
is, I have a deadline tomorrow and I really need to get home!" As she
hoped, that gave Kane the nudge he needed and he began to pour out his woes.

David was seldom at home these days; he was late for work or skipping
shifts completely. And worst of all...

Candy couldn't deal with a distraught male! She shifted uneasily in
her seat.

Kane couldn't bring himself to tell her that David hadn't made love
to him in weeks. Instead, his breath hitching in his throat, he pulled a
handkerchief out of his breast pocket.

Carefully, he placed it on the table between them and began to unfold
it. Now that Candy was certain the young waiter wasn't about to break down in
her presence, she leaned forward and examined the square of material
intently.

Saved within its folds were four strands of very blond hair. 

"Yeah, so?" Candy asked crossly, disappointed that nothing major was
revealed.

Kane lost his temper. "The last time I looked, Candy, I was *not* a
blond!"

"Ohhh!" Candy's eyes lit up with understanding. "You got these hairs
off David's clothing?"

Miserable, the young man nodded reluctantly. "What am I going to do?"

She couldn't believe she had been handed such a priceless
opportunity. Mentally she was rubbing her hands together and jumping up and
down. "You really want my advice?"

Once again, Kane nodded.

"Okay, then I'll tell you what *I* would do if I found hair that
wasn't mine on my lover!"

****

David was nervous. The house he and Kane had been having remodeled
was finally finished and they had invited everyone they knew to the
housewarming.

The first floor had been thrown open and all their friends were
wandering through the rooms, commenting on the lush decor and homey elegance.

Except for Bernie, who left a message on Candy's machine that he had
been sent out of town on business and would be unable to attend.

When Candy called to pass on the message, David was relieved. And
ashamed that he was relieved. He didn't question the fact that Bernie's
company never sent him anywhere for any reason.

All extraneous thoughts were pushed from his brain. Where was Kane?

This was an event they had been looking forward to for months. As
kind as Benita had been in allowing them to stay in her apartment until the
house was ready, both David and Kane wanted their own home.

David, especially, had plans to take his younger lover in every room
of the house, starting with the conservatory, which also contained a pool
large enough to swim laps in. He had visions of stripping Kane naked and
going down on his knees before him, worshipping the sweet flesh between his
thighs that had been increasingly unavailable to him.

For the young man had been acting strangely in the weeks since his
father's attack, and David's level of anxiety was rising higher and higher.
What would he do if Kane was so traumatized by those events that he no longer
wanted a male lover? What if he no longer wanted to commit to the actor?

David held a ring box in his hand and popped it open. He spared a
glance at the ring in its nest of amber velvet, then irritably snapped the lid
closed, repeating this process a number of times, before Benita lost patience
and snatched it away from him.

"Stop playing with that thing, David!" she ordered. "What's the
matter with you?"

He took her arm and let his emotions pour through to her. The psychic
staggered back. De Villiere, who was never far from her side these
days, caught David's wrist and flung it away from the woman he cared most
about. She angled her slight frame between the two men and elbowed Guy.
Because she was shorter than he was, it caught him in his diaphragm and
he 'oofed' as his breath was driven out.

"Stay out of this, Guy; this is not your concern! Why do you think
Kane doesn't love you anymore, David?"

"Well, where is he now?" the actor demanded.

Benita was not about to admit that her friend might have a point. She
hadn't seen much of Kane; he had been making himself exceptionally scarce in
recent days. And he was nowhere in the house that evening.

Just then the door was flung open and a blast of icy air swept
through the foyer, ushering in Candy, and the object of their discussion. Kane
wore his black leather jacket, but his nose was red from the winter cold. On
his head, clashing violently with the color of his nose, was a chartreuse and
eggplant ski cap, drawn down to his eyebrows.

"Where have you been?" David snapped.

"Hi, David!" Candy chirped as she leaned up to place a kiss on his
cheek.

"Oh, hi, Candy," he replied distractedly, kissing her in return.

Kane turned his back on his lover and shrugged out of his jacket,
hanging it in a walk-in closet that most people mistook for a sitting room upon
first finding it. He ignored David.

"Kane!"

"WHAT?" Kane shouted back at him, at the end of his tether.

Their interested friends took a giant step back.

David grabbed his lover and shoved him into the closet, closing the
door firmly behind them and snapping on the light. "Do you realize how
late it is? Everybody's ready to leave! They've been wanting to see you all
night!"

"So ask me if I give a fuck!"

David felt as if he had been attacked by a kitten.

In spite of his bravado, Kane's insides were tied up in knots. Their
relationship was on the line, and if Candy's advice didn't work, he
didn't now what he was going to do.

"You've been acting really weird, Kane!"

"I've* been...?" Kane pulled off the ski cap and flung it at the man
he loved. "You're never home anymore! You haven't made love to me in I
don't know how long, and you accuse *me* of being weirded out?"

David's mouth dropped open and he couldn't say a word. He stared in
shock at his lover. His very *blond* lover. Gone was the long brown hair he
loved to wrap around his fists as he pleasured the younger man.

"What did you do?" he whispered hoarsely. He grabbed Kane's
arms. "What the *fuck* did you do?" David punctuated each word with a harder and
harder shake.

Kane was scared; he hung helplessly in the older man's grip. David's
reaction was not what he expected. He had thought going blond would win his
lover back.

But the results of the hair dye that Candy used were not what the box
promised. Instead of a soft, golden color, his hair was now yellow.

Not blond, not flaxen like the strands he had pulled off David's
clothing, but bright, *bright* yellow. When Candy had removed the towel she
used to dry his hair, he had only just prevented himself from weeping. It was a
disaster!

And it was becoming more and more obvious that David concurred with
that. He was so angry he was almost vibrating with the effort it took to
control himself.

A single tear rolled down Kane's cheek.

"Oh, no you don't! Tears aren't going to soften me! Don't even
*think* I'm going to let you get away with this! What possessed you to do such a
goddamned, *stupid* thing?"

"These!"

David's eyes crossed trying to see what Kane shoved under his nose.
He jerked his head back and the long blond strands came into focus. "Where did
you find that?"

Kane swiped the tears with the heel of his hand. "Where do you think?
Off that white shirt I got you for our two-month anniversary! How could
you, David?"

"How could I what? Don't start pushing the blame off on me! I'm not
the one who bleached his hair!"

"You wore *my* shirt to see someone else!"

"What?" Ahhh. So that was the problem! It was starting to fall into
place.

David had needed something especially nice when he went to audition
for a new play by an up-and-coming playwright, and he had worn that for good
luck. "Baby..."

Before David could explain, the younger man threw himself into his
lover's arms. "You haven't called me baby in weeks, David! I thought you
found someone else! I thought you didn't want me anymore!"

All thoughts of an explanation fled. David was suddenly so hard he
was trembling. He tightened his arms and bent his knees slightly to
accommodate his shorter lover. His lips found Kane's and pressed until that lush
mouth opened to admit him.

Soft moans spilled from Kane's mouth into David's, who swallowed them
eagerly. "You're mine, baby! I'll never want anyone else!"

Kane tore his mouth free long enough to catch his breath. "You
haven't touched me in so long!" He rubbed himself frantically against his
lover's arousal. Deciding that breathing, at this point, was unimportant, he
went back to kissing David ravenously.

"I was afraid it would bring up bad memories..."

"Nothing you do to me would be bad, David, don't you know that?" He
seized his lover's lips and kissed him some more.

David decided that this was much better than trying to be noble. He
just wasn't cut out for the far, far better thing shit. Later he would
find out whose bright idea it was for Kane to color his hair. They would deal
with the whole misunderstanding, later.

Much later.

*****

Notes: the line I had David paraphrase from Taming of the Shrew is
probably not iambic meter, but please bear with me, there are some things I
don't need to know.

This is for Silk who waited so patiently, and who was with me on this
from the very beginning (it's almost a year now, sis!!)

And for Gail, who insisted it wasn't as horrible as I thought it was.


Part 14 NC-17

Kane had no idea where his lover would take things. He knew David was
shocked that he had colored his hair, and he knew he would be furious when he
learned that it had been done in a desperate attempt to win his lover back.

An attempt that now seemed futile, in that he was never in any danger
of losing him!

David stripped the younger man bare, whispering in iambic meter, "'I
am ashamed that men could be so simple, to offer war where they should
kneel for peace!'" He snapped a set of conveniently placed handcuffs on the
unsuspecting Kane. In a voice dark with desire, he continued, "And
you *are* going to kneel before me, aren't you, baby? But only after I finish
fucking you so hard you have no doubt that I want you! *Only* you! You're
mine! I'll never let you go!"

Then David hoisted him up to his feet and secured his bound wrists to
a hook mounted on the wall in a recessed corner of the huge walk-in closet.
Kane hung there, forced up onto his toes, a helpless, but willing
sacrifice to his lover.

Long fingers brushed that yellow hair aside, baring the curve of his
throat, allowing David to plant nipping kisses along the smoothly shaven
skin. "Maybe this will teach you to talk to me before you dream up any half-assed
schemes!"

Kane shivered at the hoarse tone. Before he could protest the
injustice of that statement, David took his lips in a punishing kiss and he moaned
helplessly, all thought fleeing his mind. Only Kane's ragged
breathing broke the silence of the large closet, until the sound of David unzipping
his trousers and freeing his rampant erection caused the younger man's
heart rate to escalate and inarticulate sighs to pass from his lips.

Pressing his firm, young rump back against the cock that was rubbing
teasingly along the crevice of his ass, Kane could feel the moisture
leaking from it, causing it to glide over the sensitive skin just behind his
balls. His lover's arousal began to press forward, seeking entrance into his
body. "David!" he moaned softly.

It had been too long since David had buried himself in his lover's
snug channel, and he found himself painfully hard and eager to dominate
Kane. Lube warmed by the heat of his fingers eased the passage, preparing the
way for a larger intruder.

Kane whimpered and struggled to turn his head. "Kiss me, David," he
pleaded, and the older man took his lips even as his cock plunged into his
lover. Kane moaned and thrust back onto the arousal that was measuring its length
in him, only then feeling loved once more.

David gripped Kane's narrow hip with hard fingers and forced him to
hold still for his plundering. He took the younger man's cock in his other
hand and stroked and squeezed him, pleasuring him in ways they had both
delighted in discovering.

Pulling him a step backward, David compelled Kane to angle his hips
in a manner that had him shuddering at the sensations that rippled through
him like a riptide and settled in his balls. He could feel them drawing
up, tightening, preparatory to coming.

"David! David!" Kane sounded desperate.

The older man plunged against the spot that set him free. "Come for
me, baby!" and Kane began to pour himself over his lover's hand.

The tension of those inner muscles milking his long-neglected cock
triggered David's own climax, and with a stifled groan he too came, in long,
shuddering spurts.

The pressure of David's weight along his back was straining the
ligaments in Kane's shoulders, but he relished the discomfort, accepting it as a
sign of his lover's deep emotional connection. He hummed with weary pleasure
as the older man lightly stroked his nipples, prepared to stay as he was all
night if need be.

"We've got guests!" David groaned as it suddenly dawned on him that
the two of them had been incommunicado for much too long. Someone was bound
to come looking for them.

And he had neglected to have a lock put on this particular door!

****

Three people stood before the walk-in closet. If one didn't know
better, one could assume that they were guarding it.

And one would be correct: at least two of them were.

Mike strolled up to Benita and Guy, inhaling the last of the delicate
puff pastries his old man had prepared for Kane and David's housewarming.
When he learned that the house the young man and his lover had purchased was
finally remodeled to their satisfaction, he had insisted on doing the
catering.

Kane had been the deli man's friend for a long time, ever since Mike
had moved into the neighborhood near an elementary school. He worked in
the deli below the apartment he shared with his old man, learning the ropes so
he could help out while his father recovered from a serious illness.

It was only supposed to be for a few months, but Mike found he had a
talent for the business, and so he stayed. And met a young boy who one day
wandered in when his father's housekeeper refused to make him lunch.

The kid had been punched and knocked down and his lunch money had
been stolen. Mike had felt sorry for him and made him a bologna sandwich.
He had no use for the children of the wealthy; too often they were parasites
who only lived to cause trouble.

But Kane was different, and the former gang leader had taken a liking
to the poor little rich boy who was so often alone, even when he was
surrounded by a crowd of people. The kid needed a friend almost as badly as he needed
to be one.

Carefully licking his fingers, he grinned at the pair sipping the
expensive champagne his young friend had ordered weeks ago. Kane was so excited
about finally moving into his own home. "Where's Butch? I haven't seen him
all night."

Benita stifled a giggle and buried her face in the tweedy jacket the
rich man wore. Guy gazed indulgently down at sable curls that covered her
head. "He's with David."

Mike scowled. "Well, where are they? I have to start cleaning up
after this lot, and I want to catch them before they decide to disappear
somewhere together."

"Too late for that!" Benita sputtered, her eyes dancing with
merriment, and she nodded toward the closet door. "They're in there!"

"Huh?" Mike leaned forward, but Guy stepped in front of him, blocking
his way.

"I think they need some... privacy right now!"  He stared down his
nose at the attractive brunette standing with them, and yet not with them. Her
eyes tangled with his for a hostile beat before uncomfortably shifting
away.

"What's going on?" Mike picked up on the young woman's tension, and
his glance became decidedly interested.

"We'd better let Kane tell you the whole story! Unless, of course,
Candy wants to regale us with her machinations?"

Shrugging and studying her wine as if it was the most fascinating
thing in creation, Candy shook her head briefly. "I don't know what you're
talking about, I'm sure!"

David chose that moment to open the door and step out of the closet.
His hair was wildly disheveled and his clothing was in disarray. And he exuded
an air of such satisfaction that even Mike, rabid epitome of het sex that he
was, was intrigued.

The actor glowered at his former roommate. "Candy!"

"Um, David, everyone is going home, and I think it's about time for
me to call it a night too. I had a marvelous time. Thank you so much for
inviting me! Um, I'll be seeing you?"

Her sentence ended with a squeak, as David grabbed her wrist in a
bruising hold and jerked her toward him. "Would you mind explaining yourself?"

"I didn't do anything!" she responded sullenly.

David huffed in impatience and Mike became even more
interested. "What's going on David? And where's Kane? I need to know how much of this
stuff he wants me to save. St. Anselm's is making up food baskets for the
holidays and I can donate whatever the two of you don't need."

"Nice idea, Mike," David said softly. His eyes glowed with remembered
passion. "But Kane's tied up right now." Benita and Guy exchanged
startled glances and dissolved into muted laughter. The other man scowled at
them, distracted. "Let me check out what we have left. And Candy!"

She had been easing her way toward the door and stopped short. "Yes,
David?" she asked, innocently. He knew she was in this up to her penciled
eyebrows, and he wasn't about to let her get away without an explanation.

"Don't. Leave. This. House!"

Unseen by the others, the closet door had opened quietly and the
young man stepped out into the foyer. His jeans were zipped, but not buttoned,
he was barefoot and shirtless, his hands cuffed in front of him.

"David!" he said plaintively, holding out his hands.

But it wasn't his bound state that drew everyone's attention. The
bright lights of the hallway glinted off the yellow hair tangled around his
face and curling past his shoulders.

Benita and Guy visibly flinched, and Mike's mouth dropped open in
shock. Yellow was not Kane's best color.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Kane, what did you do to your hair?"

"That's what I want to know!" David looked clearly unhappy.

Kane looked clearly embarrassed.

And Candy looked clearly... guilty!

*****

This is strictly PWP; it has no other excuse.


Part 15 NC-17

Kane looked over his shoulder as best he could. David had taken
the imported silk ties the younger man had given him as a token
of his remorse, and tied his wrists and ankles to the posts of
the double bed that had been their first purchase together.

Flat on his stomach, his arms secured above his head and
his legs spread wide, Kane felt exposed and vulnerable,
which was exactly how his lover wanted him to feel.

David snapped the velvet cat-o'-nine-tails he had bought the day
after the debacle of Kane's yellow hair, and now he was following
through on his threat to use it.

Tears streaked the young man's face and he sniffled inelegantly.
"Please, David!"

"Please, what? What do you think you deserve for this idiotic
stunt, little boy?"

Kane shuddered. Whenever David called him 'little boy' in that
tone of voice, it meant he was seriously cross with him. The warm
velvet of the cat whispered over the muscles of his back,
following the curve of his tailbone and teasing the crevice
between his buttocks. The sensation of the thongs stroking his
balls left him biting his lips to refrain from moaning.

The younger man attempted to wriggle away from the gentle touch
of the napped material, but that caused his cock to rub against
the cool satin of their sheets. His cock grew even harder, and he
*knew* David would be displeased with him. He hadn't been given
permission to come yet.

And then a pillow was shoved under his abdomen, raising his hips
enough to make a handy target of his ass, and he no longer had
anything to rub his cock against. A warm breath of air blew over
the engorged tip, and a drop of precome beaded there.

He moaned helplessly. Something warm and wet licked up his
exposed flesh, from the sensitive skin just behind his balls to
the puckered opening that afforded both him and his lover such
pleasure.

"Do you like when I fuck you with my tongue, Kane?" David's voice
was a hoarse whisper in his ear. A finger slick with lube pushed
gently into him, and he tried to back onto it, to take more
inside him, but David just laughed softly. "This is a punishment,
little boy! You can't think I'm going to let you enjoy this!"

"What...what are you going to do to me, David?"

"You know, your hair is so yellow, like a palomino pony! I think
I'll make a pony boy out of you!"

"What...?"

David removed his finger and something cool and hard began to
slide into the younger man. "Oh, that looks very nice, baby!" The
older man fussed with its placement, drawing it out slightly,
then pushing it deeper into Kane.

Whatever David was pressing into him slid across the spot that
left him whimpering and tugging uselessly at his bonds. Then Kane
heard a soft snick. "What are you doing to me, David?"

"I'm going to untie you and let you see. Now hold very still."

Kane struggled to obey the orders, his inner muscles clenching
around the ungiving intruder wedged deep inside him. "David...!"

Quickly, the older man released the silk ties and helped Kane to
his feet. David pressed a button on their nightstand and a
recessed panel swung out and opened to reveal a floor length
mirror. He led Kane to it and turned him so he could view his
backside.

David had inserted the cat-o'-nine tails into him! The long
velvet strands were draped in an elegant fall, looking for all
the world like a horse's tail. They spilled down around his
thighs, tickling the soft skin behind his knees. Thin silver
chains fastened with a tiny padlock kept the implement of
punishment securely fastened in place. The little lock hung low,
nestled in the curls at his groin. With each movement it brushed
against the base of his cock, warming to the heat of his arousal.

Helplessly, he looked into his lover's dark eyes. "David!"

"Tell me what you need, baby."

Kane groaned and leaned into him, desperately seeking his lips.
His tongue swept past David's teeth to fill his mouth, then
swiftly pulled back, as if to tempt the older man to follow. A
crooked grin kicked up the corner of David's mouth and he wound
his fingers in that long...yellow...hair. Holding Kane's head
still, David covered his lush lips with his own and began to feed
off his sweetness.

Tremors racked the younger man's body, and he rubbed his weeping
cock against David's conveniently placed thigh.

"Ride me, baby!" David whispered hoarsely, nipping his way down
the curve of Kane's throat, pausing to lick at his Adam's apple
before tipping his head back and settling on the pulse that was
beating so erratically under the hinge of his jaw.

Kane rocked against the coarse hairs of David's thigh, the
tantalizing abrasion driving him closer and closer to climax.

"David! I need to feel you inside me, sliding in and out of me,
fucking me!"

The little padlock fell open and gently David eased the butt of
the cat-o'-nine tails out of his young lover. Kane's breath
sobbed out at the loss of that fullness.

David turned him and pushed him gently toward the settee. Which
had been their second purchase.

////

David had teased Kane that he wanted something of a comfortable
height, so when he bent Kane over it to fuck him, he wouldn't
strain anything important. The older man rather thought his lover
would get a ruler and measure the height they would need, and was
disappointed when Kane just smiled absently at him and led him
out the door.

They got to the furniture display room, and while David was
conversing with a salesman, debating the merits of various pieces
of furniture, Kane had gone from one sofa and couch and loveseat
to another, until he saw one he thought they might like.

"David!" he had called excitedly, "what do you think of this
one?"

David had strolled over to admire the clean, contemporary lines
of the couch. "It's very nice," he agreed. "Is this the one you
want?"

"Well, I don't know. Do you think it's high enough?" And he
turned and flopped over the back of the settee, leaving his ass
at exactly the right level to be ravaged by his lover.

The salesman had turned beet red and David had dissolved into
laughter.

And they had bought that particular piece of furniture.

////

Kane willingly bent over the back of the settee, spreading his
legs wide in a silent invitation to be taken and thoroughly
enjoyed.

With a single smooth thrust, David was buried deep in the younger
man. He lay along Kane's back, his fingers busy with nipples that
had proved to be surprisingly sensitive. And then he began to
hum.

The sweet sound vibrated along Kane's spine and arrowed straight
to his cock. He had never heard David use his voice other than
for speaking, and the unexpected richness of the smooth tenor
tones left him panting and frantic to come.

David straightened until he and his lover formed a right angle.
The height of the settee was perfect for him, but Kane's toes
were forced off the floor. He was balanced on the back of the
couch, David's cock in his ass, one hand on his hip to steady
him, and the other wrapped around the younger man's erection.

"Do you like what I'm doing to you, Kane?"

"Yes!"

"And do you promise not to listen to any advice that Candy might
want to give you, *ever again*?"

"Yesssss!"

"Do you think I should let you come now?"

"Oh, yesssssss!"

So David did.

Section 2