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by The Hag

  
 The click of the disengaging safety catch seemed to echo through the
flat.

Doyle, searching the fridge for beer, spun, reflexes hair-triggered. "Hey,
don't wave that about, mate! It's pointin' right at me! If you're gonna
clean it--"

"Not cleaning it yet, Doyle. May need to use it."

"Someone here?" All senses bristling, Doyle rapidly scanned for signs,
sounds, scent of an intruder. "Where? Who--?"

"Just us, flower. Just you 'n me."

Doyle froze. Green eyes narrowed, locked with Bodie's blue gaze for an
interminable moment, then "Will you get that bloody gun out of my face!"

"Had it with the cockteasing, Doyle--tonight you're gettin' fucked."

"Wha--?"

"Just shut it, Doyle. Don't want no more of your lip. Fed up to me back
teeth with it."

"Bo--"

"Said shut it! Turn round--get your hands against the wall, sunshine--and
don't even think about tryin' to kick me. I know all your lovely little
moves."

"You lost your bleedin' mind?" Tense as a coiled spring, green eyes
glaring back, calculating, discarding, recalculating disarmament
strategies.

"Not been in me right mind for weeks, Doyle." With slow menace Bodie
closed the distance between them. "Kneecap you if you don't turn round
NOW!"

The gun's angle had already lowered to enforce the threat.

"You--"

"NOW!"

Blue and green stares locked for long seconds. The gun didn't waver.

"Now, you cockteasing little sod--or I'll do 'em both. NOW!!"

"Fuckin' kill you, Bodie!" Doyle's teeth were bared in a feral snarl as he
lunged forward. But his momentum betrayed him into Bodie's power, and an
instant later he was blinking dazed and disbelieving from the floor.
Bodie, gun discarded, was pinning him with one knee, twisting his right
arm behind him with one hand while the other delved for the
shoulder-holster, skimming the captured weapon away.

"Pathetic," Bodie sneered, grappling to secure Doyle's other wrist.
"Temper's gonna be the death of you yet. Macklin saw that, he'd 'ave
kittens. Fuckin' suicidal thing to do, petal." He twisted the captive arms
high behind Doyle's back, triggering a groan from the other man's throat.
"Break your wrists without even thinkin' twice, sunshine--go nice with the
kneecaps."

"Why--Whadya want, you mad bugger!"

"Yeah," Bodie agreed. "That's me, all right. Gonna screw that arse you
been wriggling in front of me. Sendin' me mad for it. Ain't given it a
moment's rest since you sussed out I'm bi, 'ave yer! Big bleedin' laugh
far as you're concerned, innit? Well, guess what, sunshine, joke's on you
now!"

"Haven't... didn't..." Another agonized groan as Bodie heaved him up from
the floor and shook him, then hauled him stumbling and dazed and
struggling into the bedroom.

"Look, sunshine--all ready for you."

Doyle snarled at the sight of the two sets of handcuffs secured to the
headrail, one loop of each dangling open and ready. Bodie shook him again
and lunged with him onto the bed, pinning him with his whole weight while
he wrestled Doyle's right hand into one of the cuffs and clicked it shut.

Bodie snickered triumphantly, and went to retrieve his gun, deaf to the
furious tirade that followed. Doyle fell silent as he returned, focusing,
preparing for whatever this combat was going to be.

"Now listen good, sunshine." Carefully out of range of any move Doyle
might try, Bodie aimed once more at the right knee. Doyle squirmed away
from the threat, and Bodie laughed. "You can't get away, petal. Could
gutshoot you anytime, and that's a real sod of a way to go. But I'll do it
with your own gun if you don't behave."

Another long moment while the glowering Doyle found no mercy in the dark
blue gaze riveted on him. He chewed his sensuous lower lip nervously. Then
the green eyes were lowered.

"Yeah? Gonna act like a gentleman, are we?"

Silence.

Bodie set the gun down well out of grabbing distance and reached for
Doyle's left wrist, tugged, caught at Doyle's hair to avert the imminent
danger of being bitten to the bone, pulling him onto his back and securing
the wrist into the other cuff. A final brief furious resistance, then it
was done.

"Now," Bodie murmured, "tell you how's gonna be. Look at me, petal."

Narrowed eyes were raised.

"Told you I'm out of me tiny pervert mind, Doyle," Bodie said softly.
"Don't care if this is the last bloody day I live, but I'm goin' to have
you, and if you act sensible you can walk away after. Or you can end up
crippled for life. Or dead, messy and slow and real painful. Up to you
now."

He picked up the gun, clicked the safety.

"It's secure now, sunshine, but it only takes a moment."

He slid the weapon gently over Doyle's scarred cheek, down around his jaw,
coming to rest against his throat, just below his adam's apple.

"Gonna behave, my flower?" Bodie's thumb caressed the gun-touched skin.

Doyle shuddered. And nodded once. And lowered his eyes.

"That's lovely," Bodie said softly. "No kickin' to make me have to cripple
you?"

A brief shake of Doyle's head.

"No bloody bitin' neither? Knock your teeth out easy." The gun just grazed
the tight lips. "Whatever I put in your gorgeous mouth--no teeth, okay?"

"Okay." A defeated whisper.

"None of your soddin' temper tantrums."

"No."

"Promise?"

"Yeh. Lemme loose, okay?"

"Let's see a bit of good-faith negotiatin' first, petal."

"What?" The glittering eyes promised all the good faith of a rabid
rattlesnake.

"See, sunshine," Bodie sat down on the side of the bed, "perverted buggers
like me don't just want fuckin' an' suckin'."

Green ice.

"What then?" was finally growled between clenched teeth.

Bodie leaned down over him, slid his free hand behind the head that tried
to jerk away, tangled his fingers into the thick curls. "Oh, you know what
it's gonna take, Doyle."

Doyle jerked his head again, hissing with pain at the sharp tug on his
hair.

"C'mon, now.... Just a nice sweet kiss with lots of tongue, and then maybe
I'll trust you outta the cuffs."

Maybe. Not likely.

"Yes?" Bodie leaned closer. "Kiss?"

Long odds. Doyle made a tiny nod of assent. His breath was fast and
shallow.

So luscious, that mouth, reluctantly yielding, lips slowly parting,
letting Bodie's tongue in and in and ... starting to meet and caress the
invader, Doyle's tongue sliding through Bodie's lips and in and in and ...

Doyle's eyes closed, the weight of his head suddenly heavy and relaxed
against Bodie's hand. And his tongue still moved in that sweet, restless
search.

"Very nice, sunshine." Bodie drew away, wondering if his voice sounded as
unsteady as it felt.

Hazy and soft for a fleeting moment, those opening eyes, so quickly
retreating to wary calculation.

No release. Not even up for discussion.

Bodie set the gun down, well away. "Keep still, now." He moved to the foot
of the bed and removed Doyle's shoes. "No kickin', that's right." He
dropped the shoes and pulled off the socks. "Big feet you got, sunshine.
Nice though." He rubbed the insteps with his thumbs. Doyle jerked
slightly. "Ticklish? Won't cripple you for that, but watch it. Know what
they say big feet's a sign of?"

Doyle muttered mutinously "Your feet's smaller than mine."

"Yeah." Bodie laughed. "Let's get a look at you, then." He released the
high-arched feet and perched on the side of the bed, laid his powerful
hand over the denim-clad bulge of Doyle's crotch, rubbing gently. "Hey,
now ... comin' up nice, aren't you?"

Doyle sucked in a sharp breath and looked away sullenly.

"'S'all right, petal. Just biology, that is. What they always say, innit?"

"An' stop callin' me soddin' petal! Where d'you come up with--"

The hand tightened, bringing an edge of pain. "No tantrums, flower,
remember?"

Doyle's lips drew back over clenched teeth. "Yeh."

Bodie's fingers loosened, moved to the waistband of Doyle's jeans,
unfastening, easing the concealing denim and briefs away. He coaxed the
swelling cock into the open and hefted it on his palm for a moment, then
hooked his fingers into the cloth and tugged downwards. "Lift up a bit,
petal-- dunno how you ain't strangled to death in these. Worth it to keep
poor mad buggers like me on the simmer, is it?" He worked the jeans and
briefs down, drew them off. "Now I c'n see what I'm getting'." He looked
into the green eyes that stared back at him unblinking.

"Turn you over, see what I'll be fuckin', yeh?"

Doyle made a choked wordless protest.

"No? Wanna watch what I'm doin', eh?" He reached for the buttons of
Doyle's shirt, undoing them slowly, spreading it wide. "Can't get this off
with your hands in cuffs, can I? Have to make do." His fingers smoothed
over the furry skin, then teased at the brown nipples. "Ah, like that, do
we?"

Doyle moaned and tried to writhe away.

"Nowhere to go, my lovely. Keep still now."

Bodie reached down to pull off his own shoes and socks, then stood to
strip off, keeping his eyes fixed on his prey. The green eyes returned his
gaze, strayed away to rake over his nakedness, returned.

"Reckon shoe size don't signify, right, petal? Looks about even to me."
Bodie stroked lightly along the shaft that thrust aggressively from his
crotch. "Ready for this, are you?" He knelt on the bed, straddling Doyle's
thighs.

A silvery strand oozed from Bodie's cock, fell, glistened in the mat of
Doyle's pubic hair. Doyle's cock pulsed and twitched, and Bodie reached to
caress it with sure, gentle fingers.

"Nnnnn." Doyle shivered, moaned again.

Bodie's thumb gathered leaking fluid from the tiny slit and spread it over
the tip of his own weeping shaft.

"Gonna suck it, Doyle? Suck it nice as you kissed me?"

Green eyes huge.

Bodie crawled up the bed, crouched astride Doyle's shoulders. "Any other
bloke's dick ever been in this sweet mouth, sunshine?"

A quick headshake.

"Up that tight little arse?"

"No!" Half answer, half plea.

"Open up now, petal. It's all the lube you're gettin' so you better get it
good and slippery. And I don't wanna to feel no teeth, remember."

Bodie guided his rigid cock to the slowly parting lips with his right hand
and slipped his left hand beneath Doyle's head, tilting it forward,
twining luxuriously in the mass of auburn curls. His mouth remembered
those lips.

Hot wet heaven engulfed his cockhead. Slid along the shaft. Doyle's tongue
moved on him, around, over, along, wrenching a deep groan from Bodie's
throat. Long moments of paradise....

"Enough now, sunshine," he gasped, pulling away. His released cock gleamed
with slickness, and Doyle's lips were parted, shining wet, the tip of his
tongue gliding over them in nervous anticipation of Bodie's next move. Or
was he inviting renewed kisses? His eyes...unfathomable now. Don't get
lost in those eyes....

Bodie grabbed one of the pillows and moved back to straddle Doyle's
thighs. Slid his hands beneath the tight cheeks of his arse. Lifted,
stuffed the pillow underneath.

"Bend your knees up!" he commanded, catching, spreading, reaching into the
shadowed cleft, brushing his thumb over the tight little knot of muscle.

Doyle whimpered deep in his chest, surrendering.

Bodie ducked his head down, captured the other man's straining prick in
his mouth, listened to the whimpering turn into harsh little cries of
ecstasy, then pulled back, enjoying Doyle's involuntary protest at
abandonment. He tugged the strong-muscled thighs over his shoulders,
turning his head from side to side to suck the musky Doyle scent into his
lungs.

He nudged at the tight ring with the tip of his cock, felt a convulsing
through Doyle's whole body. He stayed still, letting the leaking fluid
soak against the entry, then pressed inward, just a little, then a little
more....

Ahh, so tight, so hot, so silk-clutch-grab....

Doyle sucked in a hissing breath. "No--gerroff me--oh christ--Bodie--"

And inward another inch ... Relished Doyle's renewed struggle to escape.

"Stoppit--darlin'--darlin' Bodie--stop--!!" Getting frantic now. Lovely.

A little more. In ... fantastic ... no, something not right ...

"Darlin'--" It was a sob of pain now.

Bodie suddenly realized what he was hearing.

He pulled back abruptly, searching Ray's pain-twisted face.

"What, love? What?"

"Fuckin' leg cramp!" Ray choked. "Lemme get it straightened out--oh, shit!
Shit!" He was dragging against the cuffs, desperately twisting.

"Which one?"

"Left--oh christ it hurts--"

Bodie's left hand pushed on Ray's knee, his right hand encircling the
spasming calf muscle. "Keep it bent, love. Let me--don't try to stretch
it, you'll rip the muscle fibers and hurt all week. Let me, sweetheart."

His fingers kneaded, soothed until the anguished gasps subsided and Ray
moaned gratefully: "Oh, that's better." He was sweating, shivering.

Bodie pressed his lips against the now quiescent muscle, then straightened
up, reaching to release Ray's wrists from the cuffs, frowning over the
abrasions and laying lips and tongue to them.

"Knew that was a bloody mistake," he growled. "Need to get them padded
things."

He gathered Ray against him, stroking his hair, his shoulders, taking his
mouth in a long, deep kiss.

"Okay, love?" he murmured when they finally broke for air.

"Ummm." Ray relaxed in his arms. "Reckon the rape's had it for now, then."

"Sorta lost the mood, didn't we." Bodie gently disentangled Ray from the
crumpled remains of his shirt, massaging the abused wrists. "Knew I
shouldn't let you talk me into using them bloody cuffs."

"Was going so nice..." Ray's desolate tone made Bodie smile.

"Didn't hurt you, roughing you up, did I?"

The green eyes smiled back into his. "Might be a bruise or two. You can
kiss 'em better. Didn't give in too easy, did I?"

Bodie chuckled. "Thought I'd have to tickle you into submission, love."

"Kneecappin'--that's bloody 'orrible. Nearly put me right off."

"Nearly. Mad bugger line was good."

They twined, rolled, kissed, settled again.

"Get the lube, do you nice an' slow, yeh?" Bodie murmured.

"Mmmm. Yes please. Can I bite now?"

"In moderation. No kickin', though."

"Scratch?"

"Must you? Let's see your nails."

"Cut short, look. Did it special when I shaved this evenin'."

"Both hands, you crafty little sod."

"Don't trust me, do you?"

"Not Pygmalion likely!"

"Both hands. Look."

Bodie kissed the long fingers. "Okay. But don't go overboard, love."

"Does wonders for your locker room image."

"Yeah, but Murph knows an' I get fed up, you an' him smirkin'."

Ray nuzzled against his neck. "Was a real nice rape, Bodie. Sorry I
--er--fucked it up."

Bodie reached for the KY from the bed table, beside the discarded empty
gun and ammo clip. "There'll be others, love." He fumbled the top off the
tube. "'Sides, you got raped last time, too. Really my turn. You can start
thinkin' it up soon as you want."

Cool gel covered his fingers, and he slid them tenderly into the hot,
tight, clutching darkness.

"Love rapin' you, Bodie." Ray squirmed in lascivious delight.

"Don't I know it, my dar--" He stopped abruptly. Ray tensed.

"What? You okay?"

"Tell you what, love, we need a new safe word. Now."

"All this time--never even used it till today, did we?"

"Took me too long to catch on. An' there you were hurtin'. But ... sounded
so ... natural ... when you said ..."

Ray giggled. "Yeah. Was perfect when we set it up. Circlin' round each
other and spittin' like tomcats. Last thing we'd ever ... But...darlin'
Bodie...mmmm." He wriggled ecstatically against the fingers working inside
him. "Fuck me, darlin' Bodie!"

They shifted, kissed, melted together.

"Listen love." Bodie raised his head suddenly. "You don't go divin' at
people aimin' guns, specially with the safety off. You gotta play fair in
future. Know you like to win, but ... okay, sweetheart? Or we'll be
adoptin' one of Macklin's kittens."

"Well, you were aimin' low, I could--"

"Ray!"

"Yeh. I know. Gun's always loaded, horse always kicks. Sorry, darlin'."

"Darlin' Ray," Bodie whispered as he sheathed himself deep in the avid
body beneath him. Ray's legs grabbed about his waist, urging him deeper.
Fingers tightening on his back. Teeth nipping at his shoulder. "Flower's
okay to start you gettin' riled and petal still pisses you off...."

Ray's cock ground up against him. "May be gettin' to like 'em both."

"Gotta be something we can't ever forget, never say while we're..."

Simultaneous inspiration: "Cowley!"

"Well, that bloody works," Bodie groused a moment later. "Now I gotta get
it up again!"

-- THE END --

*July 1998
 Originally published in *No Holds Barred 23*, Kathleen Resch, 2003*

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