Empowerment

Empowerment
by Tawny

(as suggested by SuzyH)
Disclaimer: No infringement intended upon the rights of the owners of The Invisible Man. The author of this story writes for joy and feedback, not for profit.
D/B NC-17

Bobby Hobbes drove his partner home in silence. What could you say to someone who just had what was probably his last chance at staying sane and alive snatched out from under him? Arnaud's escape without providing the promised cure for quicksilver madness was a truly devastating blow. Of course, it was more than a little of a personal disaster for Bobby. He’d come to count on having Darien Fawkes beside him in work and play—especially in bed.

Not that he depended on the sex—hot as it was. It was the closeness, the emotional support they gave one another. Both of them were less than successful at life, but they had found that when they were together, happiness and contentment were possible after all.

But what he stood to lose wasn’t nearly as important as Darien’s pain. And he felt incredibly helpless to do anything to remedy that pain. The only thing he could think of to say was ‘I love you and I always will,’ but that seemed so inadequate when it probably just meant he’d be visiting Darien’s grave regularly.

“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you, Bobby?” Darien asked quietly.

“You bet, kid. And I know you’d do anything for me. You kinda proved that when you risked dying to make me save myself from Dr. Galasyn’s little retrovirus. So I know you won’t ask me to do something radical just because you’re afraid of what happens next. Right?”

Fawkes stared at him intently and a little darkly. Bobby could tell he’d been right about what direction depression had been driving his overly tall partner’s thoughts. Fear of the madness, fear of so many things had Fawkes thinking about dying. Hobbes had regular nightmares about the time early on in their friendship when Fawkes had asked him to kill him rather than let the madness take him permanently, if it ever came to that.

“Bobby, I just need to know…”

No one knew for sure who first said ‘Necessity is the mother of invention.’ Hobbes knew it had to have been someone in a tight situation like he was. He interrupted before Fawkes could finish. “You just need to know that you’re in control of something in your life. Well, kid, you are.”

“Name one damned thing." Fawkes was sulking now, and the expression just brought out his wanton sexuality.

“Good choice of words, that ‘damned’. I’m talking about me, oh chosen one.”

Fawkes gawked at him. “What is that supposed to mean?” he finally asked weakly.

“I mean that instead of trying to make me promise something that I can’t do, why don’t you use the fact that I’d do anything for you some other way?”

Obviously, Fawkes still didn’t get it. But Hobbes was now determined that he would.

“Come on,” he urged, “a man with your manic libido can’t think of any better way to use the fact that I can’t refuse you anything other than to ask for a bullet?”

Now he was starting to understand, if the little twitch at the corner of his mouth was any indication. “Can’t refuse me anything, huh?”

“Seems to me that’s about where this conversation started,” Hobbes reminded him.

Fawkes’ tongue flicked out to moisten his lips. “So,” he began, “if I was to tell you to park the van and give me a blowjob here and now, you’d do it?”

Hobbes swung the van to the side of the street and put it in park. He turned and smiled at his incredulous partner. “If you were to tell me, you bet,” he answered.

Fawkes’ eyes darted about, taking in the crowds passing all around them. “Well, maybe not that,” he demurred.

“As you wish." Hobbes smiled again and put the van back into gear.

“But maybe….” Fawkes paused.

When Hobbes glanced over at him, he could see he was looking intently thoughtful. Hobbes let one eyebrow twitch in amusement and drove quietly onward. Fawkes was still thinking when they pulled up in front of the converted warehouse where the younger agent lived.

“Do you want me to come up with you?” Hobbes asked gently.

Fawkes’ smile was a lot more real this time. “Yeah, I want you to come up to my apartment and keep me company tonight." He grinned wickedly. “All night.”

“As you wish.”

They piled out of the van, but Fawkes caught Hobbes' arm at the building entry.

“Bobby, just let me ask one thing, okay?” He was looking serious again.

“What is it?” Bobby wavered.

“When I… I mean, if… Promise me you’ll find Arnaud again and kill him for doing this to me if I can’t?”

“Yeah. Yeah, Fawkes, I promise to make ‘da Freak’ pay for it good if I lose you because of him.”

It was strange how much like a little boy this tall, sexy, ex-con thirty-something could look when he was feeling vulnerable.

“Thanks, Bobby. You…you’re the best thing I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Then let’s get upstairs and see if you can’t come up with some ways to have me that you haven’t tried yet." Bobby reached up and brushed the back of his fingers down the side of Darien’s face. “Tonight,” he told him, “we don’t let Arnaud or Chrysalis or Claire or the Fat Man or the frickin’ Agency even exist for us. Tonight, all that exists is Darien Fawkes and anything he wants from Bobby Hobbes.”

Darien’s eyes widened and dilated, and he bolted for the elevator. Bobby sprinted after him with a chuckle. Darien started pounding on the call button and muttering about Christmas.

Bobby pressed himself lightly against Darien’s long frame and murmured to him, “Just tell me what you feel like, my friend, and ol’ Bobby Hobbes will make your wishes come true. Consider me your very own genie in the bottle, and you know just what to rub to get me out for you.”

The doors finally slid aside, and Darien practically tumbled through them. As they slowly closed again, he groaned.

“This is gonna take forever. God, Bobby, I wish you could blow me right here and now." He shifted from one foot to the other and back again.

Bobby reached across and punched another button, bringing the elevator to a sudden stop.

“What are you doing?” Darien yelped.

“Your wish is my command,” he answered, dropping to his knees in front of his lover.

“Uh…won’t that…I mean, isn’t there an alarm?” He was flushed with excitement when Bobby glanced up from undoing the fastenings of his jeans.

“Separate system on these old elevators. Unless one of your neighbors gets real nosy about the thing not ever coming,” he chuckled, "or someone hears you when you do, nobody's too likely to bother us." He drew the zipper slowly down, still looking up into his young partner's eager face.

Darien licked his lips and braced himself against the elevator wall. "God, Bobby," he murmured, "do it, lover, set me free."

Bobby reached into Darien's shorts and eased his hands around the already rigid organ and the heated fleshy sac behind it. He cupped them reverently and pulled them out into the open.

"Beautiful," he murmured, caressing the flesh slowly. "May I?"

"Please, Bobby, yes. Suck me, Bobby."

Bobby leaned in and engulfed the entire cock in one smooth motion.

"Oh, you the man, baby!" Darien shouted. "Give me lots of tongue,” he begged, “then swallow me down!"

Bobby pressed his hands against Darien's hipbones, holding him against the wall. With his nose buried in the muskiness of Darien's groin, Bobby extended his tongue as far as he could and massaged the heavy balls resting against his chin. He swallowed around the hardness filling his mouth and upper throat, and Darien cried out his name.

He drew his tongue slowly back. He used the whole width and length of it to tease and caress Darien's shaft. Then he tightened his lips around the base and sucked hard, rubbing with his tongue and swallowing repeatedly.

"Bobby, so good." Darien was already shuddering.

Bobby kept the contact as intense as he could while he rocked his head back. He dragged the edges of his teeth just lightly along the shaft until he held only the swollen glans. Then he took a deep breath and plunged forward again. He repeated the move several times, increasing the pace and pressure as Darien squirmed helplessly, gasping and crying out in uncontrolled pleasure.

"I can't...oh, Bobby...I’m gonna…Yes, Bobby. Fuck!" Darien stiffened and Bobby plunged in one more time, swallowing as rapidly as he could to take the hot surge of come that exploded from his whimpering partner.

He held Darien still and suckled lightly as the other man's cock went slowly limp in his mouth. He only released him when he felt the pulse under his tongue become normal.

Bobby tucked Darien neatly away and eased his clothing back into place before he rose to his feet. He smirked at the dazed agent and punched the start button, allowing the elevator to continue its rise.

"So, does that satisfy your first wish, sweetpea?"

Darien favored him with an absurd, somewhat dazed grin. “Oh, yeah,” he responded languidly. “That was…incredible. You really gonna act like this all night?”

“Whatever you want from me is yours, oh, man of the wild hair.”

The were both chuckling as they got off the elevator, and Bobby nudged Darien’s ribs and called his attention to a door at the other end of the hallway that closed firmly at the sound of their footsteps.

“Somebody’s going to be wondering about you, my friend.”

“I think they may suspect something already, considering some of the sounds that have come from my apartment since we started boffing.”

“Well, tonight we leave no doubt. Darien Fawkes has a lover and they both know how to have a really good time.”

“Ya know, Bobby, if you’re trying to make me feel good—it’s working." Darien paused by the door to look Bobby straight in the eye. His gaze still had a dreamy quality, but he seemed to be having a sudden thought.

Bobby let Darien shove him up against the wall, and as the taller man bent down toward his mouth, opened wide to accept a deep, probing kiss. After a long moment, Darien broke it off.

“You know, someone might see us,” he spoke softly into Bobby’s ear.

“Does that bother you?”

“Nope.”

“Then it doesn’t bother me.”

“You don’t care that somebody might see Bobby Hobbes being pinned to the wall and ravished by another man.”

“If Darien Fawkes wants the world to see that I’m all his, that’s fine by me, buddy.”

“I never realized… I guess maybe I figured you’d be ashamed of… I mean…” Darien’s voice sounded dangerously close to cracking.

“How can I be anything but proud that you love me and want me?”

“And you’ll really do anything for me?”

“You take a lot of convincing. Kid, I’d give a ball for you.”

“They’re too tasty to give up." Darien buried his nose in the curve where Bobby’s neck and shoulder met and inhaled noisily. “I love you, Bobby,” he murmured.

“And I thank God every day for that miracle.”

Darien turned away with a smile and unlocked the door. Bobby followed him in, a warmth growing in his middle. It looked like depression was having a hell of time competing against honest love and devotion, and he intended to wipe it out before the night was through.

“So, what do you feel like now, kid?” he asked.

Darien paused and ran his hand through his hair. Then he grimaced.

“I feel like taking a long, hot shower and washing my hair. Sheesh, I’m all sweaty and dirty after the way I landed in the dirt when that semi blew." He held out his hand to display the grit he’d combed out of his hair. Then he started to smile again. “I could really use a nice scalp massage, too. Think I can find anyone to give me a full-service shampoo?”

Bobby reached out and grasped Darien’s hand. “Right this way; the Bobby Hobbes exclusive spa is now open,” he answered.

“Exclusive, huh?” Darien followed eagerly. “How exclusive?”

“Only one person in the whole world qualifies for membership, and he gets pampered by the owner himself.”

“Sounds like my idea of heaven." Darien sighed as Bobby began helping him off with his clothes. “You’re not going to leave me in there alone, are you?” he teased when he was naked and Bobby turned around to start the shower.

Clouds of steam started to billow before Bobby turned back and answered. “How could I scrub your back and wash your hair if I did?” He smirked and began stripping slowly. Darien watched avidly. He certainly seemed to be enjoying the show, even if his cock remained flaccid for the moment. Bobby didn’t take that as an insult—the satisfying spicy/musky taste on the back of his tongue let him know he’d sucked that plaything dry enough that even the greatest enthusiasm on his partner’s part wasn’t going to produce a rise this soon.

Darien did raise an eyebrow when he saw the hard-on Bobby was sporting. He reached out and stroked it gently. “Looks like I’m not the only one who could use a little attention,” he commented.

“Oh, I think it’ll probably get taken care of as the evening passes. This is all about you, my friend. I can stand it for now.”

“I think you’re enjoying it—showing off how much self-control you have." He let Bobby guide him into the shower.

“Hey, self-control is Bobby Hobbes’ middle name." Bobby joined him and reached past Darien to grab the bottle of body wash hanging from the showerhead. With their bodies pressed so close, it was easy for Darien to wrap fingers around the hard flesh, and Bobby didn’t even try to suppress his gasp at the wonderful jolt of stimulation.

“Think you can maintain that self-control if I play with this?” Darien’s tone was full of joyful teasing.

“If you want to drive me nuts.” Bobby also let the strain of holding off his sudden increased need show. He milked a handful of the shower gel from the bottle in imitation of the way Darien was caressing his hard cock. “I already know you’re capable of blowing my concentration out of the water, Dare.”

“Dare. Have I ever told you how sexy it sounds when you call me that?” Darien released his grip and leaned his head back into the spray. He turned slowly, letting the water sheet across his entire body. When his back was to him, Bobby reached up and dribbled the liquid soap in his hand onto Darien’s shoulders. He began to rub it into a lather, and the clean, masculine scent filled the hot humid air around them.

Darien shivered and moaned appreciatively. After that, he seemed to give up on all attempts to tease Bobby, and simply let him administer a slow, gentle scrubbing.

It was an odd sensation for Bobby, running his hands slowly and thoroughly over the body he so enjoyed touching at any time. As always, it was sensual, and yet with his focus on soothing tired muscles and scrubbing away sweat and dirt, he was also finding it—paternalistically satisfying. It was a pleasant surprise to find that this new way of showing his caring was so fulfilling.

Once he’d covered the taller man in soapy suds, Bobby reached for the expensive bottle of salon shampoo safely tucked into a wall-mounted shower accessories holder. He squeezed out just the right amount—having watched Darien wash his own hair more than once—and pushed his partner’s head under the spray again for a moment. Then he began to work the golden liquid into that dense mass of softly thick strands.

Darien’s hair was always a pleasure to touch, and this experience was more delightful still. He began to knead his lover’s scalp slowly, and Darien was soon vocalizing softly with apparent helpless enjoyment.

Without pausing in his scalp massage, Bobby eased Darien’s head back under the shower, and worked the foam he’d built up out under the streaming water. Then he reached for the second bottle, and happily began a repeat performance with the opalescent conditioner. It had a subtle scent he’d never noticed before, tangy, almost pungent. He chuckled to himself as he realized it reminded him of the taste of Darien’s semen.

Darien grunted at him, but didn’t seem to have the energy, or maybe it was concentration, to ask what amused him.

By the time all of the suds and cream were washed away, Darien was beginning to look a great deal livelier, and his cock was rising to the occasion. He gazed intently at Bobby for a moment.

“Well, you seemed to have managed to get yourself pretty clean, there,” he commented.

“Took a few swipes at getting the dirt off while the conditioner was beautifying that mop of yours,” Bobby admitted.

“So I guess we’re pretty well done here, then, right?” He reached behind him to turn the water off, and a wolfish grin danced across his features.

“If you want to move on to something else, I’m right with you." Bobby ran a hand up Darien’s abdomen and chest, and this time the touch was not the least bit fatherly.

Darien’s arms encircled him, his hands gripping Bobby’s buttocks firmly, and he repeated the ravishing kiss he’d applied outside the front door. But this time he crouched a little and then lifted his shorter partner right off his feet and pushed him against the curtain behind him. He stayed in full control as it flapped around them and slid away and stepping neatly over the bathtub rim. With a small grunt he hefted the older man’s weight up onto the bathroom counter across the walkway. It didn’t seem to matter a bit to him that the move tumbled an assortment of hair-care products into the basin.

“Yeah, Bobby. You’re solid muscle, aren’t you, lover?” He pulled back just enough to comment. Then he pressed his groin forward and pulled Bobby against him. Their cocks lined up perfectly, and he began to hump them fiercely together. When he threw his head back to howl, Bobby nuzzled his throat and then gently grasped his Adam's apple with his teeth. The howl broke off in a sob.

“Bobby,” Darien started rubbing his cheek against Bobby’s scalp, then licking it, then moved his nose down to the hair at the sides and sniffed at him again. “Bobby, I wanna fuck you. I wanna fuck you so hard you can’t remember your own name.”

“Tube of lube by the bed is almost empty,” was all the reply Bobby felt it necessary to make. “Better grab the fresh one in the medicine cabinet, ‘cause I have a feeling we’re gonna need a lot tonight." He wrapped his legs around Darien’s waist and his arms around his shoulders so their bodies remained in full contact as his lover leaned forward to follow that suggestion, pushing him back. This all happened to the accompaniment of another cascade of salon merchandise.

“And even if I forget my name,” he added, “I’ll still be screaming yours.”

“You just say that ‘cause it’s true. God, Bobby, I don’t wanna even let go of you for a moment. Wonder if I can fuck you right here, like this?”

“I think we can make it work, if I lift my legs enough…”

“Nah." Darien looked intrigued. “We gotta try that some time just for the fun of it, but I want total access, which means the bed." Darien gripped Bobby’s skull in his hands and kissed him like he was trying to climb all the way down his throat. By the time he let up, Bobby was so dizzy from the sweet force of it and from being half-suffocated that he was never sure how they made it to the bed.

But he did find himself sprawled out on his back in the middle of Darien’s bed, with his tall partner hanging over him, gazing hungrily at him while he squirted a great glob of lube onto his fingers. He reached down past Bobby’s balls, and spread the cool gel around his puckered opening, then started pressing more of it into him with his fingertips. This was quickly followed by the insertion of first one finger, then a second when he found Bobby relaxed and completely open to him.

In a moment, those clever fingers were twisting and pressing deep inside. Bobby let out a yell as they contacted his prostate, and thrust up into Darien’s hand, encouraging him to continue.

“Oh, yeah, you want me so bad, don’t you, baby?” Darien growled, striking that most sensitive spot again and laughing when Bobby shouted, ‘Yes!’

“You want me to just shove my cock right into your eager ass and start pounding at you, don’t you, Bobby?” His voice was growing steadily deeper with desire.

“God, yes, Darien. Fuck me, please fuck me." The begging wasn’t simply to please Darien—Bobby felt as if he’d die if his partner didn’t carry through on what he was promising.

“Then you gotta do just what I say.”

Bobby realized Darien was expected something resembling a coherent response. “Uh? What?” he asked.

“Do just exactly what I tell you to, and I’ll fuck you so hard and so thoroughly you’ll still be feeling it next week.”

“Whatever you say to do,” Bobby agreed dazedly. “Yes, do whatever you want me to. I need you to take me, Darien. Take me, fuck me, make me scream. Aaah!” It wasn’t quite a scream, but he cried out involuntarily when Darien rewarded him with the addition of a third finger into his body.

“Oh, you’re gonna scream, my love, my own." He started pumping his hand in and out, and Bobby’s hips rose to meet each stroke. “But I wanna do this one totally myself. I want you to put your hands over your head…good boy. Now get a good grip on the headboard there. Is that comfortable?” Bobby nodded eagerly. “Now don’t you let go no matter what, got that?” This time he didn’t accept just a nod. “Tell me what you’re gonna do, Bobby.”

“Hold on to the headboard and don’t let go, no matter what. Let you fuck me just the way you want to.”

Darien kissed him gently, barely sliding his tongue between Bobby’s lips.

“That’s right, hot stuff. That’s just what you’re gonna do. And you gotta lay still, too. No matter how bad you wanna thrust back at me, don’t. The only thing you’re allowed to do here is take it, and scream.”

“Take it, take all of you, and I can scream.”

“Oh, you’re such a cooperative lover, my pet. I’m gonna make you come so hard, Bobby, and that’s gonna make me come so hard." Darien withdrew his fingers, and Bobby had to struggle not to reach for him. He moaned with his need.

“All ready to go, there, now. Hold on tight, 'cause we’re about to start the ride of our lives." Darien caught Bobby’s ankles and lifted them to his own shoulders. Bobby sighed at the touch of Darien’s slick cock against his fully exposed entrance.

“That’s right, I know you want it." Darien leaned down to lick several trickles of sweat out of Bobby’s eyes. “Well, here it comes.”

With that, he pressed quickly and steadily into his lover, until his pubic bone ground against the willing body beneath him.

Bobby moaned aloud, savoring the way he was filled.

“Bobby....” Darien’s voice sounded suddenly strained. “Bobby, nothing has the right to feel so good. Just being with you has got to be the meaning of life." Now his sweat was dripping onto Bobby’s chest, from where beads of it were gathering on his brow and nose and chin. He was totally still within Bobby, and panting like he’d run for miles without rest.

“I’m not gonna come yet." Darien gritted his teeth. “I wanna fuck you forever.”

“Dare, my Dare, wonderful Darien Fawkes," Bobby kept murmuring in a soothing tone, forcing down his own agonizing desire for something—anything—to happen. Slowly the taut-muscled tremors eased from Darien’s body, and he began to move again.

“Yes!” they cried out in unison.

“So good, Dare,” Bobby added, and could hear Darien’s words at the same time,

“Look at me, Bobby, I want to see everything I’m doing to you in your eyes.”

Bobby obeyed gladly, focusing on the deep brown bands surrounding huge black pupils that seemed to pierce his being. Never had he seen those eyes so intense when they weren’t made pools of blood by the quicksilver madness. But in that moment the madness was so far from them both that he wasn’t even sure what that thought meant.

All he really knew was that the thick length of Darien Fawkes was pumping in and out of his body, and his own cock and balls ached with a sweet ferocity at each stroke. It was as if he could feel every ridge, every bulging vein, and the incredible silkiness of the skin covering that hard shaft as they brushed not just his prostate, but the flesh within him just as powerfully. He felt each grinding thrust and the force increased.

“Perfect, Darien. So good, so hot, so hard…” Someone seemed to be chanting loving words to the man above and within him between wrenching groans. His last truly coherent thought was to realize that it was him.

How he could be holding back from the edge of that wonderful abyss, he couldn’t understand. Darien. Yes of course, Darien was holding him back. Fingers were a tight band around the base of his cock.

His own fingers hurt from clutching so rigidly at the headboard, and that pain helped him keep his much less secure grip on reality for a little longer.

Then Darien released him and adjusted his angle of attack. The sudden rapid pounding that started tore Bobby loose from all anchors. Screaming out in mad joyous passion kept his heart and lungs from liberating themselves. His orgasm tumbled him free of his senses with an avalanche of sensation. He knew nothing and everything, and was filled beyond capacity with the knowledge of feeling, seeing, tasting, smelling, hearing and sensing DARIEN.

* * *

A French dude named Victor Hugo really understood about human weaknesses and the common man—after all, he made a guy who went to prison for theft the hero of one of his great novels, Les Miserables, and look how big that’s made it as a Broadway musical. Hugo understood a lot of things that are part of my life. Like the way my feelings about the gland get me all screwed up inside. And like the way Bobby Hobbes deals with my problems. He wrote: “Prometheus is action. Hamlet is hesitation. In Prometheus the obstacle is exterior; in Hamlet it is interior. In Prometheus the will is securely nailed down by nails of brass and cannot get loose; besides, it has by its side two watchers—Force and Power. In Hamlet the will is more tied down yet; it is bound by previous meditation—the endless chain of the undecided. Try to get out of yourself if you can! What a Gordian knot is our reverie. Slavery from within; that is slavery indeed. Scale this enclosure, “to dream!” escape, if you can, from this prison, “to love!” The only dungeon is that which walls conscience in. Prometheus, in order to be free, has but a bronze collar to break and a god to conquer; Hamlet must break and conquer himself. Prometheus can raise himself upright, if he only lifts a mountain; to raise himself up, Hamlet must lift his own thoughts. If Prometheus plucks the vulture from his breast, all is said; Hamlet must tear Hamlet from his breast. Prometheus and Hamlet are two naked livers; from one runs blood, from the other doubt." Well, I guess that means I’m Hamlet, even though he was the crazy one, and Bobby is Prometheus, except it’s me he unchained.

* * *

When Bobby came, his inner muscles went tight around Darien, and suddenly everything exploded. Before Bobby had even stopped firing hot white passion all over both of them, Darien hit his own orgasm. Each spasm of his cock within that beloved body felt as if it were purging his despair out every pore and opening of his body.

And the sound of their voices blending in ecstasy, each crying the other’s name, was the purest song of heaven as he sank into a mindless bliss.

He must have only passed out for a moment, because both of them were still panting when Darien regained awareness. He lifted himself up off of Bobby’s hard-muscled frame and gazed down lovingly. When Bobby didn’t gaze back, he giggled, because he instantly realized from the silly, happy expression that Bobby’d passed out even more completely than he had.

He eased his hips backward and slid his now limp cock out of that luscious warmth. He didn’t want to do it, but even more he did want to fetch a warm damp cloth to clean his lover up. He settled back down next to Bobby just as the other man blinked his way back to awareness.

“I should do that for you,” Bobby protested as Darien wiped away the worst evidence of their lovemaking.

“No, lover, I want to take care of you now. It makes me happy.”

Bobby smiled up at him drowsily.

“Anyway, I’m just trying to keep things from getting too sticky. I want to enjoy the taste of you now." Darien laid the cloth aside and stretched down to scrub his tongue across Bobby’s sternum. Bobby’s spum had a smoky tang to it he could never figure out. At least, that’s how he interpreted the pleasantly strong flavor. It blended with the salty sweat from their physical exertion in a way he found very satisfying.

Bobby’s gusty sigh of pleasure enhanced the gratifying sensation. Darien glanced up in time to see Bobby reaching for him.

“No, lay still,” he ordered softly. “I still wanna feel like you’re my special treat. Let me lick you clean.”

Bobby lay his arms back on the mattresses and watched him wordlessly.

“Do you like this, Bobby? Do you enjoy being my…” Darien fumbled for the right descriptive word.

“Your personal plaything? Your ardent slave? Completely at your mercy?” Bobby teased him. “I love it all. You’ve accomplished the ultimate theft, Darien. You’ve stolen not only my heart, but my soul, so I’m happiest when you make my body all yours, too.”

Darien slid up his lover’s body, drawing his tongue along the toned flesh of his chest and throat up to his chin. He pressed his forehead to Bobby’s and murmured, “I love you.”

“I love you, and I will forever,” Bobby answered firmly. “No matter whatever happens in the world outside of tonight, I am yours.”

“And you’d do anything for me." This time he didn’t feel the need to ask or demand. He just accepted.

“Yes, I would. Just please don’t ask me to do anything against my own nature, okay? Don’t force me to betray myself as the only way to take care of you. Because I will if you insist, but it would kill who Bobby Hobbes really is.”

“I promise, Bobby. If you ask me not to make you do something, I won’t push it. I swear I won’t make you regret giving everything to me.”

“Then somehow we’ll come through every trial ahead of us, no matter what.”

I hope so, Darien thought as he let himself slide back into the soothing world where only he and Bobby and their immediate joy in one another existed.

END