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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.
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Edward leaned down, brushing his lips over his wife's forehead before moving into the twins’ room, kissing each of them as well. He felt... cold. And he did not want to do this... but he would. To keep them safe.

He straightened, pushing his hair back. Everything was in his car... everything else. He left the house, making hardly a sound. No more of this Marcus James. He was going down. Tonight.

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Marcus James reclined comfortably in his chair, brown eyes scanning the newspaper he hadn't gotten to that morning. Death had taken the job. His Master would be awake within hours, and Belle Morte would be taken care of. All was going well.

Edward entered the building, looking around. He was dressed in black... simple... deadly... black. "Hello, Marcus."

Marcus' head jerked up, and he blinked. Then he forced a smile onto his face, and folded his newspaper. "Hello Death." What was he doing here? He'd never given the assassin his name, or location, or...

Death slowly pulled his gun aiming it calmly. "How are you?"

The larger man's eyes widened, and he stood from his chair, backing slowly around it as if that would save him from the gun. "I..."

"Indeed. You have made a fatal mistake. Don't fuck with what's mine." And with that, he pulled the trigger, and Marcus James died.

Stone faced, Death entered the coffin room, approaching the coffin that had to be the Master's. Carefully, he pulled the mini-bomb from his pocket, opening the lid on the coffin. Ah. Ugly bastard... Quickly, Death placed it on the vampire's chest, set the timer, then shut the lid. Time to go. The vampires would wake at dawn... the Master would die... and the vampires would find his warning.

***********

Anndy rolled over in her sleep, nearly falling out of the bed as she woke abruptly, something cold poking into her side.

She slowly opened her eyes, blinking down at the... not quite sleeping form of her husband. Her gaze lowered down to his hand, and she clenched her jaw tightly to keep from making a noise as she realized she'd rolled onto his gun. "Fuck..." She breathed quietly, reaching down to remove the gun from his grip, which, in hindsight, wasn't the smartest thing she could have done.

He growled, grabbing her by the throat, his eyes wild. "No!" Slowly, realization and recognition dawned in his eyes and he jerked back, the gun falling from his grasp as he curled away from her.

Anndy tried hard to ignore the cold pit that had formed in her stomach. She picked up the gun and set it on the bedside table, trying to keep her hands from shaking. Shifting, she rested a hand tentatively on his shoulder. "Edward?"

He shook his hand, gagging. "No... no..."

"Edward... please... look at me." She swallowed. Fucking shit. He could have killed her and there wouldn't have been anything she could have done about it...

"No... I... I'm dirty..."

Anndy's eyes narrowed, anger quickly robbing her of shock. "Bull fucking shit."

He jerked, shaking as he looked at her.

She moved her hand, cupping his cheek. God. His eyes were over bright, and she couldn't help but recall the last time she'd seem him like this. "Death... what happened?"

"I... I did it..." A tear made its way down his face, onto her soft hand. "I..."

Her eyes softened, and she brushed the tear away with the pad of her thumb. "Oh..." He was this... what was he? Shocked? Scared? Sad? What exactly was he feeling?

"It... I didn't feel before... I... I didn't... now... I... killed and.... God... Sin... I'm sick... I shouldn't be a father..."

She shook her head, settling behind him and wrapping an arm around his waist. "You're a better parent than I ever will be, Death. I've seen how you look at the Spawn... I haven't seen anyone love that much. If you aren't suited to be a father, no one is."

"They... they don't need a killer for a father..."

"They won't have any father if you don't get over this..." She kissed his shoulder, "Because I won't take anyone but you, and we are not depriving these kids of a father figure, alright?"

He nodded slowly. "Why.... why don't you hate me?"

She shut her eyes, resting her forehead against his back, "Because there's nothing in you to hate, Death."

"But... you should...."

"I'm never going to. There's no room in my heart for hate when it comes to you."

He turned, facing her. "Sin... I just killed a man... and by dawn it'll be another dead because of me..."

"You did what you believed needed to be done to protect the people you love. What's to hate in that?"

He kissed her temple, more the corner of her eyes than anything. "I love you..."

She blinked open her eyes, offering him a small smile. "I love you too."

Slowly he brushed her lips with his. "I don't deserve you, Sin..."

Anndy gently kissed the corner of his mouth, "Death... if you say that again, I'll be forced to hit you."

He hugged her to him. "Maybe I should."

She rested her head on his shoulder, "I don't think so..."

"But I like it..."

"I know..."

"Mm. Hold me tonight, Sin?"

"I'll hold you every night, Death."

“I know." He nuzzled her. "I love you."

"I love you too." She tilted her head up, brushing a kiss over his jaw.

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Caleb stepped into the Club twenty minutes early. Gregory had gone on to Danse Macabre, saying something about needing to talk to Stephen. The were shrugged, moving further into the club. Whatever. He trusted his lover. If Gregory was doing something he shouldn't be, then Caleb would know.

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Gregory sighed as he pulled out of the parking lot. He had to talk to his brother about the dinner they'd planned the next night... what was he making again? Oh... The twice baked potatoes... fuck! Gregory swore, slapping the steering wheel. He'd forgotten to get the damn potatoes! He'd have to stop at the store... ah... Wegmans...

The were flicked on his turning signal, turning easily into the parking lot.
Another car followed close behind, though Gregory was far to distracted to notice.

Gregory parked the car, sliding his keys into his pocket as he climbed out, locking the doors. Maybe he should get eggs too... and Cale was out of beer...

His follower climbed out as well, trailing at a distance this time.

Gregory checked his watch. Hm. He pulled out his cell phone, dialing his brother's number.

Taking a deep breath, the follower turned suddenly attacker made their move, pulling the bag from under their arm and took the last few steps. Gregory was just turning around when the bag settled over his head and a hand was clamped over his mouth.

Gregory screamed, struggling... but... something... he... weak... black swam in front of his eyes, and he went limp.

His attacker held him up for a moment, savoring the way he felt against them before glancing around and pulling Gregory back towards their car.

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Gregory moaned, tossing his head. Had Cale forgotten to untie him again- no... parking lot... attacked... Slowly he opened his eyes.

The room was dark, only a small lamp in the corner casting a watery light. There were several uncomfortable looking chairs dotted around the room, and one table on the other side. A dark blob, presumably the attacker, blocked the door. The window was shuttered, blocking any light from the outside.

Gregory swallowed, inhaling deeply. Wait... he knew that scent... "Thomas...."

He moved into the weak light, smiling. "While I'm happy you recognized me so quickly, you ruined my surprise..."

Gregory fought back a shudder. "Why am I here?"

"Because I thought that if we spent some time together... you might love me like I love you." Thomas sat in one of the chairs, gazing down at the leopard with disgustingly besotted eyes.

"Thomas..." Gregory tried to sit up, wincing. Shit.

"You know... that sound you make when you first wake up is really quite fetching..." Thomas smiled again, before frowning slightly, "I wouldn't try to move if I were you. I had to tie you extra tight, or you might be able to get away, and I really can't have that."

"I... I have a cramp...." Gregory mewed as if in pain.

Thomas' face softened, and he stood, moving toward the were. "Where?"

Gregory shook his head for a moment. "Si...side..."

Thomas crouched next to Gregory, resting a hand on his side. "Here?" The boy nearly smiled, his lips even twitched a bit. It felt so good to finally touch him...

Gregory nearly gagged, then nodded. "I... can I please sit up? Maybe... if you massaged it then..."

"Hold on..." Thomas felt the smile creep across his lips as he helped Gregory into a seated position. There. He was right. All Gregory had needed was a bit of time...

"Thank... thank you." Gregory swallowed. "It's.. it's easing..."

"Are you sure?"

The were nodded. "I think..."

Thomas sat next to Gregory, close enough that their arms brushed. "Do you need a massage? I'm good at them..."

"Actually... I kinda have to pee."

Thomas blinked, clearly having not thought of that. "Oh..."

“Please, Thomas... I don't want to have an accident on your couch, and it's getting bad..."

Thomas bit his lip, worrying it between his teeth. He really was young... "I... there's a gas station on the corner... I guess we could go there..."

Gregory frowned. "You... you don't have a bathroom?"

Thomas shook his head, "I'm renting this room from a friend... they're out of town right now, but the other doors are all locked."

"Well... are there a lot of people around outside? Cause... I could just go there..."

"I don't know... I'm usually here enough to sleep."

Gregory squirmed on the couch, then whimpered as the ropes yanked at his shoulders.

Thomas winced, "I can't let you go, Gregory, not when I've finally got a chance to really be with you. I'll take you to the station though... and we can get some food."

Gregory nodded. "I just... I need the bathroom..."

Thomas shifted, untying Gregory slowly. He wasn't sure if untying the were was the smartest thing to do, but it'd look odd if he walked into the station with Gregory trailing tied up behind him.

Gregory stretched slowly, wincing. "Ow...."

"The cramp again?"

"Just not used to having my arms like that..." Gregory bit his lip. "Not into ballet anymore."

"You did ballet?" Thomas tilted his head, moving to untie Gregory's ankles.

"Yeah. After I got off the streets."

Thomas set the ropes on the couch, stepping back to let Gregory stretch. "Oh."

Gregory shrugged. "I used to be a kiddy whore with my brother." Maybe he could gross the little bastard out...

"I'm sorry... but I can't blame anyone for wanting you."

Gregory's head jerked up, and for a moment it was his father, not Thomas he saw. "I... I need the bathroom."

Thomas blinked, shocked by the fear he saw in Gregory's eyes. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea... "Okay... let's go, then." He offered Gregory a hand up.

The were couldn't take it, rising under his own steam. He had to... had to get out...

Thomas bit his lip, moving to the door. This wasn't working out like he'd wanted it to...

Gregory waited until Thomas opened the door... then hit him, knocking the kid back with a growl.

Thomas fell, hardly catching sight of Gregory's escaping form before blackness overtook him.

Gregory ran hard, hardly paying attention to where he was going. He... he had to get out... to run... run... finally he slowed... realizing the he didn't know where he was... and the town seemed deserted... but.. but it was a city... this... it wasn't right... he... he was in an alley... alley... slowly he sat, pulling his knees to his chest. This was just like where he'd been bought that first time....

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Caleb growled low in his throat, slamming into Thomas' nearly abandoned room. His lover's scent was strong... Gregory had been here not an hour ago. He looked down at the prone figure by the door, leaning down to sniff at him. This had to be... Thomas. "Fucking stalker..." He grumbled, voice guttural. He'd gotten a call from Stephen, saying Gregory had never shown up at Danse Macabre, and then... Jason had said something about one of his friends claiming they'd witnessed a kidnapping. Caleb had been guessing, jumping to conclusions, but he'd raced for the nearest phonebook, searching for Thomas' number. And now...

The boy groaned, slowly coming to. Thomas' eyes blinked open, then widened as they met Caleb's nearly feral gaze.

"Where is he?"

"He... Gregory? He... ran... I don't..."

Caleb was already gone, following Gregory's scent down the hall and out of the building.

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Gregory rocked back and forth, shivering in the dark alley. Thomas.... Father... Thomas.... FatherThomasFatherThomasFatherThomas! Gregory screamed as someone touched him.

Caleb jerked away as Gregory screamed, the sound tearing at his soul, or so he'd describe it later. "Greg?" He inched closer, noting his lover was on the edge of bolting. "Please, Greg... it's me..."

"C...Cale?" Gregory swallowed, sniffing. "Caleb..." He threw himself at the other were.

Caleb was knocked back, though his arms immediately went around Gregory, holding him close and protecting him from the impact. He dragged his cheek over Gregory's, marking the other were as his.

"He... I... Cale... I was getting the potatoes... for... the dinner at Stephen's..."

"If he touched you I'm going back and I'm killing him."

Gregory sniffed. "He... just... he didn't want to hurt me... he's... he's crazy..."

Caleb wrapped his arms around Gregory's waist, shifting his lover more comfortably. "Tell me what happened, Greg... it's okay..."

"I... he drugged me at Wegmans... when I woke up I was in his... house or... whatever... and tied up... really tight... I could tell it was him because of..."

Gregory explained everything, shuddering as he saw his father's face again. "I hit him... and ran..."

Caleb rubbed his lover's back, resting his forehead on Gregory's shoulder. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you..."

"No... not you fault..."

"I should've been there."

Gregory swallowed, shaking his head. "No...I'm... I'm okay..."

"Good." Caleb lifted his head, looking up at Gregory. "I love you."

Gregory nodded, shivering with cold. "I love you too."

"Let's go... we're just out of the city."

"I... yes." Gregory stood. "Fuck! Jean-Claude's going to fire me!"

Caleb struggled to his feet, shaking his head. "I told Asher what I thought was happening... He told Fang. It's okay."

"You're sure? What... what about Stephen? He'll think I-"

"Stephen called me to tell me that you never showed up."

"Oh." Gregory swallowed. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Greg... As long as you're okay." Caleb offered him a hand, glancing around the alley.

Gregory took his hand. "How did you get here?"

"I followed your scent. When you're looking for it it's very distinctive." Caleb smiled slightly, closing his fingers around Gregory's.

"Oh." Gregory bit his lip. "Can we go home? Please?"

Caleb squeezed his hand, "Definitely."

"Cale?"

"Yeah?"

"How bad did you hurt him?"

"I didn't touch him." Damn. He needed to find that little shit and kill him.

Gregory stared, tilting his head. “Are you sure you're Caleb?"

"Pretty sure."

"Uh huh... cause my boyfriend has homicidal tendencies towards those who even look at me wrong..."

Caleb felt himself flush. "Yeah... well... I was a little preoccupied worrying about you, but I definitely plan to go back and visit him."

"No... Cale... I want to call the cops..." Gregory brushed his lips over Caleb's jaw. "Get him the mental help he needs."

"Can't I just kill him and have done with it?" Caleb pouted.

"No."

"Damn."

Gregory sighed as they finally pulled into their driveway several hours later. They'd stopped at the police station on the way home, Gregory having decided he just wanted it over with.

"We'll need to tell Micah..." Caleb said softly, voice husky with tiredness.

Gregory sighed again. "Cale..."

Caleb blinked, glancing at Gregory. "Yeah?"

"Do we have to? Tonight?"

"No." Caleb shook his head, "If we could get away with not telling him at all, I wouldn't tell him... but Nathaniel stalled me on my way out, so..." He unbuckled his seatbelt.

Gregory nodded slowly, undoing his as well. "Will... will you mark me?"

Caleb smiled slightly, pulling the keys out of the ignition. "Yeah... anyway you want me to."

Gregory leaned over, kissing his jaw. "Thank you..."

Caleb brushed his lips over his lover's. "You're welcome."

"Let's... I want to be in your bed."

Caleb opened his door, "Okay."

Gregory climbed out of the car, hurrying around to his lover's side.

Caleb climbed out, shutting and locking the car as he slipped an arm around Gregory's waist.

"I'm sorry... I don't mean to be so clingy..."

Caleb kissed his temple. "It's okay... I don't mind."

"You sure?" Gregory looked up at him, his cornflower eyes haunted.

"Very sure." Caleb's eyes met his lover's, and he brushed his lips over Gregory's. He couldn't handle that look. He'd do anything to fix it... make it better.

Gregory hugged him, rubbing his cheek along Caleb's chest.

Caleb hugged him back, swallowing. "Love you, Greg."

"I love you too, Cale."

"What are you two doing, standing outside in the cold?" Micah's voice came from the front door.

Caleb blinked, having not heard the Nimir Raj's approach. He bit back the response of 'Fucking.' and said instead, "What does it look like we're doing?"

"Well, get in here. Laura's been worrying all night since Jean-Claude called."

Gregory winced. "Yes sir."

Laura stepped up behind Micah, phone in hand. "Is that..." She sighed in relief, catching sight of Gregory and Caleb. "Where have you two been?"

Caleb glanced at Gregory, kissing his temple before leading him towards the door. "We've been... around..."

Micah sighed. "Around? Being kidnapped is around, I suppose."

Gregory looked down. Damn it.

Caleb pushed down the growl that threatened to rise in his throat. "It's not like it was his fucking fault. Lay off, will you? It's been a long night, and some sleep wouldn't be a bad thing."

A slight tightening around Laura's eyes was the only sign of anger. Her voice remained cool, if a bit worried. "Caleb, we haven't seen either of you since before you left earlier tonight. Do you really expect us to sit back, relax, and wait for you to come down tomorrow afternoon?"

Caleb feigned thought. "Um... actually? Yes."

Micah frowned. "Perhaps you forget who is dominant-"

Gregory looked up, growling. "Perhaps you forget who has been kidnapped and who went through the effort to save the first who. We are going upstairs. We will see you tomorrow. Goodnight."

Laura rested a hand on Micah's arm, pulling him from the door. "Come on, Micah... we'll talk to them tomorrow."

Caleb led Gregory past the dominants, blinking. Wow. Gregory had... just snapped at the Nimir Raj. He never challenged authority... Wow.

Micah glared at the other men, and Gregory shook as they headed up the stairs.

Caleb bit the inside of his cheek, listening as Laura said something about Micah needing to relax, and that she was going to call Jean-Claude and tell him they were back. "Wow."

Gregory tilted his head at the other were.

"Micah's pissy."

"I noticed."

"Come on... I have a promise to hold to."

Gregory took Caleb's hand, swallowing.

Caleb led him up to his room, shutting the bedroom door behind them. "Are you okay, Greg?"

"Yeah. A bit shaky but..."

"Can't blame you... are you sure you don't want to just sleep?"

"I... do you not want to touch me? I... I understand-"

Caleb shook his head, and he took a step towards Gregory. "I live to touch you, Greg... this isn't going to change that... But if you want to sleep, then I'm not going to stop you from doing that. I wouldn't blame you if you don't want to be touched."

Gregory sighed. "I just... I want you. Please... make the memory go away? For a little while?"

Caleb closed the distance between them, his arms wrapping around Gregory's waist again. "I'm here whenever you want me, Greg."

Gregory sniffed. "I was scared..."

Caleb rested his head against his lover's, "I know..."

"He... he wanted me to love him..."

Caleb rubbed his back, unable to think of anything useful to say.

Gregory lifted his head slowly. “Bed?"

"Yeah..." Caleb brushed a soft kiss over his mouth, pulling back slightly and taking leading him to the bed.

Gregory squeezed Caleb's hand, kicking off his shoes and socks.

Caleb did the same, squeezing back.

"How are we...?"

"How do you want to?"

"It's... up to you..."

Caleb swallowed, "We never did finish the straddling idea..."

Gregory licked his lips. "No... we didn't..."

"We should..." Caleb slid a hand down his lover's chest, caressing gently.

Gregory shivered. "Yes... we should..."

Caleb slipped his hand into Gregory's shirt, fingers trailing over his stomach.

"Caleb..." Gregory bit his lip, then pressed his mouth to his lover's.

Caleb's lips parted immediately under the pressure of the other were's mouth, his fingers brushing over Gregory's small piercing.

Gregory purred, deepening the kiss. Lord, he loved it when Caleb rubbed his tummy...

Caleb slid his hand back over the piercing, the dull burning urging a soft moan from his throat. His tongue tangled with Gregory's, and Caleb let his eyes shut.

Gregory cupped Caleb's face, stroking his cheekbones as their mouths mated.

Caleb broke the kiss a moment later, nipping a trail down his lover's jaw.

Gregory whimpered, his head falling back as his hands slid over Caleb's toned shoulders.

Caleb purred, nibbling at Gregory's neck, his hand pushing up the other were's shirt.

"Ca...Cale..." Gregory bit his lip again as the other were brushed his nipple.

Caleb's fingers brushed over the small nub again, and he bit lightly at Gregory's neck. "Mm?"

"N... nothing..." He pulled at Caleb's shirt, bunching it up so he could slide his hands over Caleb's smooth back.

His muscles tightened, and he sucked gently at his lover's neck, his fingers stroking Gregory's nipple.

Gregory moaned, his fingers kneading. "S...something..."

Caleb let Gregory's neck go, his fingers pausing briefly. "Something?"

"I want you..." Gregory looked at him, then tugged Caleb's shirt off.

Caleb swallowed, doing the same with Gregory's shirt. "That was what I was hoping for..."

"You know it anyway..." Gregory kissed the other were's jaw, stroking his chest.

"Not the point..." Caleb nipped at his lover's shoulder, soothing the faint red mark with his tongue.

Gregory whimpered. "What... what is?"

"I..." Caleb kissed to the hollow of Gregory's throat, "Love..." He nibbled teasingly, "You."

Gregory moaned, pressing into Caleb. "I lo... love you too..."

Caleb wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling Gregory tighter to him. "Good..."

"Mm." Gregory kissed his lover's temple. "My pants are pinching."

"Mine too..." Caleb smiled slightly, brushing his lips over Gregory's.

Gregory swallowed. "Let's get them off then..."

Caleb slid his hand down Gregory's chest, pulling back slightly to rest his hand on the waistband of his lover's jeans. "These?"

Gregory shivered. "Yes..."

Caleb's fingers slowly unbuttoned the jeans, his hand pulling the zipper down with equal slowness. "Ah."

"Cale... please..." Gregory gripped Caleb's shoulders.

Caleb slid his hand into Gregory's pants, gripping his member.

Gregory jerked, moaning as he pressed into his lover's hand.

Caleb smiled slightly, nipping at the other were's neck as his hand began to stroke.

"Cale... Cale.... no..."

Caleb stopped, swallowing. "No?" He didn't blame Gregory for wanting to stop, but...

"No. Not just me... I want you in me when..." Gregory bit his lip.

Caleb let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, "Alright..."

Gregory kissed him. "I'll never not want you... please don't think I meant that..."

Caleb brushed his lips over Gregory's, "I wouldn't blame you... after tonight?" He shrugged, moving his hand from his lover's member to cup his bum.

"Nothing is ever going to stop me from wanting you... nothing. Even a kidnapping." Gregory shivered. "And can I please take off your pants?"

"Only if yours go first..."

"They're already mostly off.... sorta. They're unzipped..."

Caleb pulled back from Gregory, crouching as he began to pull off his lover's pants.

Gregory swallowed. "Cale..."

"Yeah?" Caleb kissed Gregory's hipbone, tracing it with his tongue.

Gregory whimpered. "I..."

Caleb nipped gently, helping Gregory step out of the pants.

"Now... yours..." Gregory kneeled, reaching for the fly on his lover's pants.

Caleb moaned as Gregory's fingers brushed against him through the denim, and he swallowed, letting the other were free him from his pants.

Gregory licked his lips. "Can you sit on the bed for me?" He asked as he pushed the pants down.

Caleb nodded, sitting. His eyes followed Gregory's movement, dark with want.

Gregory finished stripping his lover of his pants, licking his lips. "I'm going to taste you..."

Caleb swallowed, "O... okay..."

Gregory tilted his head, smiling. "Unless you'd rather..."

"Greg..." Caleb gripped the edge of the bed, "We'll do anything you want us to..."

"Ah." Gregory leaned down, kissing the side of Caleb's knee.

"Ah?" Caleb blinked, licking his lips.

"Just 'ah'." Gregory licked a careful path up the inside of his lover's thigh.

Caleb's breath caught, and his grip tightened on the edge of the bed.

"You smell of lust, Cale..."

"Can you blame me?" Caleb bit the inside of his cheek.

"No." Gregory licked along his lover's hardened shaft.

Caleb moaned, his hips pressing up. "Greg..."

"Cale..." Gregory shifted, trailing his mouth up Caleb's abdomen to tease his navel piercing with his tongue.

Caleb's muscles tightened, the burn adding to his lust.

Gregory looked up at his lover, his hand rising to tease Caleb's testicles.

Caleb looked back down at him, "Thought... you..."

"Thought I what, Cale?" Gregory licked his lips.

"Wanted us to be together... when..." Caleb bit his lip, struggling to find the proper words while Gregory's hand teased him.

"Oh... I do..." Gregory leaned down, licking up the glistening drops gathering at the tip of Caleb's member.

Caleb's hips pressed up on their own, "Oh..."

Gregory smiled, raising his head. "Alright..."

Caleb shifted on the bed, leaning down to kiss his lover. "Top or bottom?"

"I want you inside me... that means... for what you have in mind..."

"You're taking top..." Caleb's lips quirked into a smirk. "Better get up here, then..."

Gregory smiled, crawling up the length of his lover's body. "Better?"

"Much..." Caleb grinned, "Where'd we leave the lube?"

"Um..." Gregory blinked.

"I think... it's in your room..." Caleb frowned, glancing around his bedroom.

Gregory mewed in frustration. "I don't want to move..."

"I don't want you to move..." Caleb kissed the corner of his lover's mouth. "We might have a bottle in here..."

"Where?" Gregory licked his lips.

"Under the pillow?" Caleb bit his lip, unsure.

Gregory shifted, checking. "YES!"

Caleb laughed softly, "Woot!"

Gregory bit his lip. "There's not a lot... but enough."

"We'll make it work." Caleb shifted underneath his lover, kissing his jaw.

Gregory shivered. "You need to lie along the length of the bed..."

Caleb's lips quirked, "You've gotta move then..."

Gregory sighed. "Damn." Slowly, he rolled to the side. "Happy?"

"No... but I will be in a minute." Caleb smirked, moving to stretch out in the middle of the bed.

Gregory shifted to lay along side of him.

"Can I see the bottle?"

Gregory handed it to the other were, leaning to suck one of Caleb's pierced nipples into his mouth.

Caleb made a noise in his throat, somewhere between a mew and a purr as he opened the bottle.

Gregory circled the ring with his tongue. "Mmm...."

Caleb groaned, pressing his thumb hard over the entrance of the bottle, unwilling to spill any of the liquid. "Greg..."

Gregory raised his head slowly. "Yeah?"

"I need to reach you..."

"How... how do you want me to move?"

Caleb shifted onto his side, moving his thumb to pour a bit of the lubricant into his hand. "Lay on your back?"

"Would it be easier if I was on my stomach?" Gregory swallowed.

"It might." Caleb closed the bottle one-handed, spreading the lube onto his fingers. "Might be more painful, though..."

Gregory rolled onto his back, spreading his legs. "Perhaps..."

Caleb set the bottle on the bed, moving to kneel above his lover.

Gregory licked his lips. "God, I want you, Cale..."

Caleb moved his hand down, pressing a finger against Gregory's entrance. "Want me here...?"

"Y...yes..." Gregory pressed upward, feeling Caleb's finger slid in a bit.

Caleb paused, then slowly pushed the intruding digit a little farther in.

Gregory moaned, fisting his hands.

Caleb moved his finger in small thrusting movements, hardly withdrawing before pushing back in, every time a little deeper than before.

Gregory squirmed beneath him, reaching up to pull his lover's mouth down to his.

Caleb's mouth crushed against Gregory's before he tilted his head, their lips molding together.

Gregory whimpered, parting his lips.

Caleb deepened the kiss, adding another finger as the first hit as deep as it could go.

Gregory moaned, writhing. Damn....

Caleb pulled back from the kiss, looking down at his lover as his fingers stretched Gregory's entrance.

"Ca... Cale..." Gregory swallowed.

"Yeah, Greg?" Caleb's fingers crooked slightly.

Gregory's back arched and he made a noise that was half growl, half scream.

Caleb smiled slightly, leaning down to kiss his lover's chest as his fingers paused.

"Cale... please..."

Caleb pulled his fingers free, "Hold on, Greg..."

"Hold on? To what?" Gregory licked his lips.

Caleb's lips twitched, and he shrugged, stroking some of the lubricant onto himself.

Gregory turned his head, watching. "I could hold onto that..."

Caleb swallowed, "You could..."

"But... I'd rather hold it inside..."

Caleb chuckled softly, stopping his hand's movement when his member was coated in the lube.

"Cale..." Gregory slid a hand down his abdomen, stroking himself.

Caleb watched him for a moment, his mouth suddenly dry. "Greg..."

"Yeah?"

He licked his lips, lowering himself onto his back on the bed. "Ride me?"

"Mm... yes...." Gregory shifted, straddling his lover.

Caleb pressed himself up against Gregory's stretched entrance, swallowing. "Love you..."

"Love you too..." Slowly Gregory pressed down.

A moan ripped from Caleb's throat as Gregory settled completely down on him. "Greg..."

"Cale... God..." Gregory leaned forward. "You... you feel..."

Caleb pushed himself up, kissing the corner of Gregory's mouth, "This... position's good..."

"Very..." Gregory nipped Caleb's lower lip.

Caleb shivered, moving a hand between them to grip Gregory's member.

"Cale!" Gregory shifted, raising and lowering himself.

Caleb moved with him, his hand stroking in time with their thrusts. "Greg..."

Gregory pushed down harder, his hands sliding over Caleb's chest.

Caleb met his thrust, thumb spreading the moisture at his lover's tip.

Their bodies worked together, thrusting together in an ancient rhythm that pushed them closer and closer to their peaks.

Caleb's hips tilted as he thrust, desperate to bring his lover. "Greg... I'm..."

"I'm... I... I know..." Gregory ground down, groaning. Once more... more...

"Fucking close..." Caleb growled softly, thrusting up hard into Gregory.

Gregory shivered at Caleb's voice, and as he bit his lip, came.

Caleb thrust once more as Gregory clenched down around him, his climax joining his lover's.

Gregory fell forward, whimpering against his lover.

Caleb cradled the blonde were, his eyes drifting shut as lethargy stole over them.

"Love... you..." Gregory kissed Caleb's shoulder.

"Love you too..." Caleb purred, kissing Gregory's neck.

"Mm." Gregory jumped at a noise from downstairs. "What is that?"

Caleb's eyes opened, and he frowned, "It sounds like... breaking glass."

Gregory sat up, rolling free of his lover. "Think Zane's drunk again?"

Caleb reached for his shirt, wiping himself off before standing from the bed. "Maybe..."

"Hope he didn't fall through the screen door again." Gregory sighed, pulling on a pair of Caleb's PJ pants.

Caleb picked up his jeans, tugging them on. "Wouldn't put it past him."

Gregory shook his head, opening the bedroom door and heading down the stairs.

Caleb followed him, zipping up his zipper as he went.

Gregory froze as he stared at the figure in the kitchen. Huh. Reaching out, he flicked on the light as Micah and Laura rushed into the room.

Thomas froze in his half crouched position behind the kitchen table, glancing between the four were's. Something glinted in the light, and his nose wrinkled as he caught sight of Caleb's many piercings. Yech... how... cheesy.

Caleb sneered, his gaze locked with the boys. Stalking bastard...

Micah growled. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

Laura glanced between Caleb, Gregory, Micah and Thomas. A glint of disgusted recognition shone in Caleb's eyes, and he was slowly moving in front of Gregory, glaring down at the youth.

Thomas straightened, "I'm... um... I needed to see Gregory..."

Laura rolled her eyes. "You've seen him. Get out."

Gregory swallowed, stepping back from the boy.

Micah narrowed his eyes, which were now glowing. "Caleb... get him out. Now. Before I kill him."

Caleb stepped forward, a small smile curling his lips, "Yes sir."

Thomas glanced at Gregory, and his eyes found the were's piercing. His lips formed the word "ew" and he muttered something about "impurity" and "wrong" before he was gone, casting a fearful glance at Caleb as he escaped the kitchen through the way he'd come.

Laura quirked a brow as the word "EW!" drifted into the kitchen.

Gregory frowned, looking down at himself. "Ew?"

Micah shook his head, reaching for the phone.

Caleb turned back to him, shaking his head, "Not ew... He's young. Doesn't know perfection when he sees it."

Laura rolled her eyes, stepping over to the broken kitchen door.

Gregory frowned. "What's ew? Impure?"

Micah dialed the police station, moving into the other room.

Caleb shrugged, "I think he's crazy..."

Laura stepped outside, watching Thomas flee.

Gregory bit his lip, hugging Caleb.

Caleb hugged him back, kissing his temple. "Love you."

"Love you too." Gregory sighed. "Why did he say impure though? I told him what I was as a child, hoping he'd say that then... why now?"

Caleb shrugged, "I don't know... He was giving me nasty looks, but that could be for different reasons."

"Unless he doesn't like piercings..."

"Could be."

"Tough shit for him..." Gregory brushed his lips over Caleb's. "I need a shower..."

Caleb nearly laughed, kissing the corner of Gregory's mouth, "Let's go take one then..."

"Micah's calling the cops..."

"So?"

"Sew buttons on your underwear." Laura stepped back into the kitchen, pulling something larger than her behind her.

"Ow! This hurts more than I remember..." Thomas' whiney voice was heard, and Laura scowled down at him.

"That's because I'm tugging harder, and you were smaller when I did this last."

Gregory turned, snorting. "Nimir Ra... you've caught yourself a big one..."

Laura smirked, "Yeah... he's such a whiner though... maybe I'll throw him back."

Caleb watched as she pulled him to a kitchen chair and dumped him in it. "What did you mean by "smaller"? Do you know each other?"

Thomas tried to rub his ear, but Laura refused to let go. "He went to Seckman a few years ago. Got into more trouble than he was worth."

Gregory quirked a brow. "Indeed. And what'd you mean by, 'ew' and 'impure'?"

"You're... pierced..." Thomas' nose wrinkled.

Caleb grinned evilly, "Hey Greg? Do you know where we left the extra piercing..."

Laura shot him a look, "Caleb..."

"Your spare penis bar bell? Isn't it in your nightstand?" Gregory tilted his head.

Caleb smirked, "Think so..." He started towards the stairs.

"Caleb. Stay put."

He pouted, and moved back to Gregory. "But it wouldn't hurt him..."

Thomas' eyes were wide, "You can't pierce me! It's mutilation! That's illegal!"

Gregory moved forward. "You kidnapped me....that's illegal. You drugged me..."

"But... it was for a good cause..." Thomas bit his lip, trying to back up. Laura pushed him back into the chair.

Caleb rolled his eyes, leaning against the kitchen table casually. "Listen, kid. No good causes come from kidnapping. Especially when you kidnap something that's someone else’s. Some people go into homicidal tangents, and if you fuck up again, you'll be on my list."

Thomas looked up at Caleb in fear. "You... you... you're a murderer?!"

Gregory rolled his eyes. "Thomas... do you know who I am?" He motioned for Laura and Caleb to stay quiet.

Thomas blinked, "Stephen's twin?"

Laura and Caleb shared a look, shaking their heads.

"No. I am a man my brother hated for years..." Slowly, Gregory unscrewed the end of the barbell in his navel and pulled out the piercing which immediately started to heal. "Because after I joined the Pard, I was forced to sexually abuse him... and I did, praying it would hurt him less if it was me..." The hole was healed completely now, and he fingered the smooth skin to show the human before he shoved the barbell back through it. "And I'd do it again... because someone else would have hurt him more. They'd have made him bleed and crumble... and besides... we're twins, right? It's like touching yourself... but not." Gregory pulled his hands away after screwing on the end, blood trailing down his abs and staining the pajama pants dark. "Do you want me?"

Thomas' eyes were alight with fear and disgust. "What the hell are you?"

Laura growled softly, hitting him gently in the back of the head, "Watch your language."

"I am me. Gregory. A wereleopard. Caleb's lover."

"And... and the rest of you are... wereleopards too?"

Caleb grinned, nodding. "You got it, bub."

"Even...?" Thomas looked back at Laura.

Laura rolled her eyes, "Tom, would I be able to hold you here if I wasn't?"

"But... how?"

"Would you like me to show you?" Micah stalked into the room, his kitty cat eyes glaring. "You kidnapped my leopard! You should be lucky that Laura was here... I'd have killed you!"

"Oh, can I?" Caleb's face lit up as he moved over to Gregory.

Laura glared at him, "No."

Thomas swallowed, "But..."

"But what?" Micah growled.

Gregory quirked a brow at his lover. "What are you up to?"

"I... I wasn't gonna hurt him..." Thomas bit his lip, glancing around the room.

Laura shook her head, "Tom... what you did was virtually putting a wild animal in a cage. It hurts whether or not you wanted it to."

Caleb grinned with all the innocence he'd never had, kneeling in front of Gregory. "Nothing..."

"Are you going down on me in public?" Gregory stilled.

Micah shook his head. "That doesn't matter, human. You do not harm my pard."

"Nope." Caleb was fighting off laughter as he began to lick up Gregory's blood.

"I wasn't going to hurt him!" Thomas cried, trying to pull free of Laura.

The Nimir Ra increased the pressure of her grip, "Stop moving. You'll rip your ear off."

Gregory shivered, cupping his lover's face.

Micah rolled his eyes. "Laura... let him go. If he moves... he's dead."

Caleb purred, his eyes half shutting as he methodically cleaned Gregory's abdomen.

Laura released Thomas' ear, stepping away from him.

Thomas bit his lip, trying to decide if movement included rubbing his ear.

Gregory whimpered, drawing all eyes to him.

Thomas made a gagging noise in his throat, watching as Caleb cleaned the barbell with quick flicks of his tongue.

Laura shook her head, lips quirking as she turned her gaze away from them.

"Cale..." Gregory swallowed, lifting his head slowly.

Micah quirked a brow. "Couldn't you have gone upstairs?"

Caleb paused long enough to say no and smirk, before his mouth was busy cleaning Gregory again.

Thomas was making various sounds of disgust, and Laura sighed. "Thomas, shut up." He turned shocked eyes on her, but fell silent.

"Honestly... Caleb... it doesn't take that long to get him clean..." Micah sighed.

"Slow... is better..." Gregory swallowed.

"At least he's cleaning something, for once." Laura glanced at her lover.

Caleb moved down to the pajama pants, licking at the waistline to see if he could free any of the blood from it.

"Cale... I..." Gregory bit his lip. Lord, he was hard. "Cale... stop..."

Micah shrugged. "True. Caleb, it's too public for as low as you are going. Please wait until you are upstairs."

Caleb shook himself, and stood, "Sorry Greg..." He slipped an arm around his lover's waist, looking sheepish.

Thomas' face was red, clearly embarrassed by the display.

Gregory swallowed. "It's fine..."

Micah sighed as he heard someone pull into the driveway. "That'll be the police. Thomas, breathe a word about what we are and you will die."

Thomas nodded mutely, biting his lip again.

Caleb licked his lips. Damn. He wanted to go upstairs...

Laura leaned against the counter, watching Micah leave.

Micah opened the front door, turning on the porch light. "Good evening..."
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