"How would you have felt if you'd let them get him?" Bodie said voice raised and rough with emotion, motioning with his head towards where Doyle and Ojuka were walking to them.

"My concern for Ojuka has nothing to do with your insubordination...."

"I wasn't talking about Ojuka sir." Bodie cut him off, eyes firmly on Doyle noticing now that Cowley knew precisely who he was talking about and Doyle, hearing the exchange smiled at Bodie, a small almost shy smile as he rubbed his wrists and they exchanged a little small talk both of them knowing that they couldn't put off the inevitable.

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The anticipation was killing him. His mouth was dry with lust or adrenaline or something. His heart was racing and his cock was already hard. All this and they hadn't said two words to each other since Cowley had dismissed them in order for him to escort Ojuka to the conference. He knew it could all have been so much worse than a couple of sore wrists and a few punches that hit the mark but he was alive and so was Bodie and that was all that mattered. He wondered if he would ever get used to this feeling, a feeling that was a mixture of relief and fear and lust and anticipation after an operation where risks were taken and lives were on the line, he doubted it.

So now he was waiting for the other shoe to drop and he knew his partner felt the same. That was how they had found each other after all, that first time that they recognised in each other more than just a shared job.

And so the anticipation was killing him. Looking at his partner, the picture of cool to the less discerning observer, he could see the coiled emotion fighting to be free and could also see that Bodie was struggling to contain it. He didn't know what to expect from Bodie when they got back to the city.

He could hear Doyle squirming in the passenger seat. He did not turn to look because he feared if he did his calm would shatter and they would end up in a ditch. Not for the first time Bodie wished he were driving a formula one. Even now, paying no heed to speed restrictions, it was taking far too long to get to Doyle's flat. The stupid little bastard had let that bitch into the room and it nearly cost him his life and he was so angry with him. That anger along with all the other feelings he had after an op was making him decidedly edgy and he knew that if they didn't get home soon his driving would deteriorate rapidly until he just wouldn't be able to do it. Doyle was going to get a piece of his mind when they got back. He couldn't even bear to look at his partner, he knew if he did the small amount of self control he was holding on to would be gone and he didn't know what he would do and if Doyle didn't stop squirming he was going to stop the car and sort things out there and then. He thumped the steering wheel in frustration and he could feel Doyle's eyes on him and he knew that he had wound his partner up another notch.

Finally he pulled into Doyle's street and parked the car before opening the door to get out and walking round to the pavement. Doyle winced as he levered himself out of the car. Bodie knew it was his ribs that were hurt but made no effort to help him merely shutting the door and locking the car and then purposefully and in step with each other they climbed the steps to Doyle's flat.

His nerves were jangling. Bodie still hadn't said a word to him but Doyle knew he was angry with him. He could see Bodie draw on all his self-control, as they got closer to the flat. He was breathing evenly and his face was a mask of calm but his fists were balled and Doyle mentally resigned himself to the onslaught.

Opening the door he gestured Bodie in and then walked in himself, closing the door behind him, using his foot so as not to turn his back on Bodie for a minute not that it mattered.

As soon Bodie heard the door click shut he pounced. Doyle felt himself slammed roughly against the door, Bodie's arm against his chest holding him there in a gesture that was backed up by the weight of his body. Doyle couldn't move. He could hear his breathing ragged; he could feel his body respond to every inch of his partners as it was pushing against him, holding him in place. There was no need to hold him though and Bodie knew it. This was exactly where Doyle wanted to be. He needed to feel his partner's anger, fear, lust, he needed bizarrely, to be chastised like this, he wanted it.

Bodie felt Doyle's quick hot breath on his cheek, Doyle's body pressed against his own, the smell of Doyle's sweat drifting to his nostrils, the feel of Doyle's cock rock hard against his hip and Doyle was trembling slightly. Was it fear or anticipation? Bodie hoped it was both as he turned to face his partner their hot breath mingling, faces only centimetres apart. He removed his arm from against Doyle's chest and leaning slightly back from his partner, captured both Doyle's wrists in his hand before pinning them roughly above Doyle's head. He saw the grimace of pain on Doyle's face and heard the sharp intake of breath but felt no remorse for the discomfort he was causing. Doyle arched his back then and forced his crotch against Bodie's causing them both to gasp as they finally let go the control of the past two hours and began to devour each others mouths.

Bodie was eating Doyle alive, his tongue tangling with Doyle's as they ground against each other still at the door. The pain in his wrists where Bodie held him would have been unbearable to him at any other time but here, now, feeling like this the pain only added to the sensation and served as a reminder to him of why his partner was doing him this way. Bodie tightened his grip then and Doyle groaned with the pain and arousal.

Bodie moved away slightly loosening his grip a little while he began to unbutton Doyle's shirt with the other hand. As the material parted and fell away exposing his chest he heard a soft moan from Bodie as he saw the bruises for the first time. Bodie let his wrists alone and the blood, rushing back to them, made them throb, dull pain becoming sharp and Doyle could feel the sting of tears prick his eyes and he closed them tight.

It was obvious that Bodie's anger had subsided in the face of his injuries. He felt light fingers across his chest, thumbs gently caressing nipples, pausing for a moment at the scar close to his heart kissing it gently and with reverence before Bodie's hands moved down to caress his ribs as he explored Doyle's beaten body. Bodie captured his lips and kissed him again, softer, more slowly than before and then Bodie pulled away and Doyle opened his eyes to stare for a moment into blue before Bodie bent his head and began kissing his chest, laving his nipples and lapping at his bruises as if to lick them off. He shivered at the contact as Bodie licked and kissed and then suddenly as if overcome by anger again Bodie quickened the pace of his assault becoming rougher, nipping flesh and pinching nipples until Doyle yelped from the perfect pain his partner was giving him.

Bodie sank to his knees in front of Doyle and began to undo his trousers. He needed to do this. He needed to feel Doyle in his mouth. He needed to feel the life of his partner in the throb of his cock. Bodie pushed Doyle's jeans and briefs down to his thighs exposing his cock hard and ready for him. Unable to tease or string it out he took the shaft into his mouth and above him, heard Doyle whimper as he began to suck and lick, knowing that for Doyle, it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.

Bodie was sucking him and it was blowing his mind. Bodie was always so good. Bodie always knew what he needed and later after Bodie had taken care of him he would let Doyle give him what he needed, he would take Bodie inside himself and let him pour his own life essence into him.

Bodie was fondling his balls, swirling his tongue around the head of his penis dipping his tongue into the slit, driving him closer and closer to the edge. Hands on his arse, one finger tracing around his anus, his cock being swallowed deeper and deeper and suddenly penetration as Bodie's finger breeched the tight ring of muscle and then he was coming and coming, pulse after pulse of ecstasy, pouring himself down Bodie's throat.

Bodie stood and wrapped his arms around Doyle who was beginning to sag against him. Doyle tilted his head up slightly to look at him and carefully, almost reverently; Doyle traced Bodie's lips with his tongue, cleaning away stray droplets of his own semen, finally kissing Bodie thoroughly before resting his head on Bodie's broad shoulder.

"Bed sunshine." Bodie whispered, a statement, not a question and he felt the nod of Doyle's head against his shoulder.

Doyle was lying on the bed exhaustion threatening to overtake him. Bodie had stripped them both, left Doyle on the bed and was currently rummaging in the bathroom. The lure of sleep unable to win out in the face of curiosity as to what Bodie was up to. Doyle hadn't expected Bodie to stay and he had been surprised when Bodie had removed his own clothes as well as Doyle's, now he was left wondering what Bodie was up to.

Doyle sat up as Bodie walked back into the room. He was carrying a basin of water, a towel and the first aid box that he had tucked under his arm. He sat on the bed beside Doyle.

"Give me you hands Ray." He said and Doyle didn't argue, stretching his arms towards Bodie and Bodie, taking one gently, began to attend to Doyle's wounds.

"Thought you were dead this time sunshine," a pause and Doyle knew he wasn't finished "they had no reason to keep you alive you know?" Doyle nodded his head slowly agreeing with Bodie as Bodie bandaged his wrist with great care. Voice soft he continued.

"Bloody hell Doyle. Don't ever, ever take a risk like that again, it was a bloody stupid thing to do." Again Doyle agreed with a nod of the head knowing that Bodie needed to get this out of his system. Bodie went back to attending to his wrists and Doyle thought that it was strange the way things worked out.

The surprise of that first time together, after that thing with Preston, when they discovered the same need in each other, a need that could only be fulfilled by the other, they never realised how it would pan out.

Never consciously planned, they came together more and more regularly until now over two years later their girlfriends were much fewer in number and time spent together either in or out of bed was more and more precious.

But tonight with Bodie was different again. It was certainly more deliberate. It was clear that Bodie planned on spending the night and that was something they never did.

Not that they never spent the night together, it was just that there was always an excuse. The lateness of the hour, the amount of alcohol consumed, contrived excuses but excuses all the same.

How could they have known?

Bodie was finished; bending down he left the accoutrements on the floor beside the bed before climbing in and taking Doyle into his arms, careful now of his injuries.

"Sorry about before Ray was a bit rough, was angry with you."

"'S okay Bodie. Was pissed off with myself as well," he moved off Bodie and leaning up on one arm, in order to clearly see Bodie's face, he continued, "I needed that. I needed you to do that, you needed it too." Bodie nodded and Doyle lay back down.

"Bodie?"

"Hmmm."

"I'm glad you're here." And with that he finally let sleep take him, Bodie by his side, in a place that Bodie had deliberately decided to be.

-- THE END --