Change of Opinion

Title: Change of Opinion: Part one - Introductions and Seductions

Author: BuffyAngel68

e-mail: vg68@msn.com

Rating: NC-17 as of the second part. This one is a strong R for suggestive language, a few bad words and mild m/m interaction.

Summary: Sequel to my Xmas Challenge entry Change of Season. While explaining to Eberts why he is being ordered to put on an elf suit and go meet our favorite couple, the fat man tells a couple major fibs and commits a big ol' sin of omission and the near innocent accountant shows up at Darien and Bobby's apartment utterly unaware....

Disclaimer: I don't own them, much as I wish they were mine to keep and cuddle, and I make no money off the use of the characters. Kay? Kay.

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"Cell phones an' pagers?"

"Shut off. Check."

"Wall phone?"

"Unplugged from the jack."

"Fridge an' freezer?"

"Stocked. I refilled the ice trays last nignd snd sliced the fruit fresh this morning."

"Playground equipment?"

Darien looked up from his list with a skeptical expression.

"I didn't install a swing set if that's what you're askin'."

"C'mon, Fawkes, get your head in gear. Why would I.... there's not enough room, right?"

Darien shook his head. His face clearly registered his disappointment.

"Did you..."

"Yeah, I measured."

"Damn. Well, anyway, I was talkin' about the padded handcuffs an all that."

"Oh! That stuff's laid out on the bed. The supplies are on the nightstand."

"That everything?"

"Looks like. Checked and double checked."

"Right on time, too. He should be here any minute."

"I still only half believe he's gonna show up. I mean this *is* Eberts we're talkin' about."

"If he doesn't want those pictures tacked up in every lounge an' break-room on every floor of the buildin', he'll show up."

There was silence for a minute or two as Hobbes scanned the list one last time for his own peace of mind, then Darien spoke up cautiously.

"Bobby...."

"What? What is it? You okay?"

"I'm fine. It's just.... the handcuffs, the silk rope... we've never.... gone there before."

"I have."

"You what? No way...."

"It was only one time. This lady... she knew pretty much everything there is to know about bondage, submission.... She showed me it isn't about pain. It's about control an' power; who's willin' to give it up, who's strong enough to take it. I figured Ebes for the type that'd do real well in that scenario. Besides.... I've been.... thinkin'."

"For how long? And how come I haven't heard anything about it?"

on'on't know. I wasn't sure how to bring it up. I figured you'd freak and go AWOL on me."

"You know me better than that. I'd do anything you asked an' I'll try anything once."

"I know. So you're okay with this?"

" 'Course. One question, though."

YeahYeah?"

"We are gonna get a night at the... playground, just for the two of us, aren't we?"

"Count on it." Hobbes murmured, reaching up to draw Darien down for a kiss. A tentative knock forestalled any pre-game action the pair might have been tempted to engage in. Hobbes sauntered over and swung the door open. Behind him he could hear his lover desperately trying not to collapse in a fit of juvenile giggling.

"Fawkes? Cool it."

"Yeah.... yeah, sorry...." he apologized after a final snort and a deep breath.

Hobbes swept his gaze quickly up and then back down over Eberts' flushed, nervous form, taking in every aspect of the costume.

"Hey, Eberts. Pointy shoes an' all. Nice. Just what I was hopin' for. C'mon in."

Eberts grimaced and hurried into the apartment.

"Good morning, Robert. Can we get this assignment over quickly? I'll do anything that's needed to conclude it successfully. I should warn you, however, that taking me into the streets in this attire could result in my arrest for indecent exposure and yours for pandering."

"Assignment, huh? Is that what he told you?" Bobby said as he closed and locked the door.

"Not entirely, He mHe mentioned something about expensive stores being robbed and that Agent Monroe was unable or unwilling to take on this particular...."

As Bobby walked back around to face Eberts, openly studying the mid-thigh hem of the dark green tunic his friend wore, the other man paled and came to a sudden realization. "There is no assignment."

"Well, kinda.... but don't worry about it. No bullets whizzin' by your head or anything. Forget about exposure too. We're not leavin' the apartment. You get too... excited, the cops might show up an' tell us to hold it down, but otherwise we're pretty safe."

"Excited... Robert, please explain yourself... what is this all about, Robert...." Eberts begged, backing towards the wall as Bobby advanced.

"Like you don't know already? You're a smart guy, Ebes. Curious one too if the pictures from last year's office party are any indication."

"Pictures? I'm sure I don't know...."

"Pies. es. You know, the ones I had made from the stairwell security cam tape?"

Eberts flushed deep crimson for a startling moment, but his color drained again as Hobbes finally backed him into a solid surface that would allow him to retreat no further. When Bobby began to finger-walk both hands up under the hem of the tunic, Eberts yelped and clutched the material tightly, clamping it to his legs.

"Robert!"

"Relax, Ebes. I'm just playin'.... for now." Bobby reassured him, backing off a bit. "This'll be fun, I guarantee. It'll be a day you'll sure as hell never forget. C'mon, man. Get the costume off."

"Excuse me?!"

"The boss lied to you, buddy. The deal was, I don't spread the pics all over work, he gives us you for the whole day. Or as much of the day as you can handle, anyhow."

"He gave me.... to you?"

"Best Hanukah present I ever got.... Enough talk, Eberts. Clothes. Off. Now."

"But... you said I didn't have to be concerned about exposure..."

"To the public, not to us. Think of it this way. You an' Charlie ever get another shot at it, you'll have a couple tricks up your sleeve that'll blow his eyes out the back of his head...."

"Please.... I've never.... I don't..."

"I'm aware, Eberts. I watched that tape real close." Bobby told him, moving close again and nuzzling his mouth close to Eberts' ear. "Borden is nothin' but a nasty cock-tease, Eberts. He let you jerk him off then he left you hangin' high an' hard. Fawkes an' me.... we won't do that. By the time you stumble home tonight.... sore an' bowlegged an' happier than you ever thought possible.... never an' don't ain't gonna be part a'your dictionary anymore."

Bracing his hands on Eberts' shoulders, Bobby used his compact, slightly heavier body to gently press his colleague into the wall and keep him there while he barraged the other man's throat and jaw with kisses and fast swipes of his tongue. A strangled moan came from the trapped pseudo-elf, followed by the soft thunk of his head falling back to contact plaster. Across the room, Darien echoed the moan of frustration almost inaudibly, but Bobby heard and paused long enough to look back over his shoulder and nod, inviting his partner to join in. Kneeling, Darien removed one of the soft shoes and began to massage the instep, sides and sole of his friend's left foot.

"Darien.... Robert.... why... why are you doing this..."

"Lotsa reasons." Bobby mused, abruptly switching tactics as he talked. Releasing the ties on the chest area of the costume, Hobbes slipped one hand inside and began to search for the target that, if he hit it, would eliminate any resistance Eberts might still be clinging to. "For one, that tape made it pretty clear you're tired a'lyin' to yourself, even if you're not ready for the world to know the truth. Second.... one man's case a'blue balls belongs to every man. I figured it was my duty to make up for what the fat man did.... or didn't in this case. Ah-ha! Gotcha!"

At the first stroke of warm fingers over his nipple, Eberts stiffened as if a radio had fallen into his bath water.

"R-robert.... oh... oh, my...."

"Was I right? Are you ready to be true to yourself? You stayin?"

"If I s-say yes.... will you.... continue touching me like that....."

"This? A little nub rub is nothin' compared to the other stuff we can show you. So the answer is...."

"Unequivocally und undeniably..... indisput....."

Standing, Darien cut off the flow of impressive vocabulary by briefly pressing his mouth over the other man's. As he pulled away, he smiled.

"Shut up, Eberts."

For the first time in many, many years, hearing those words spoken did not make Eberts feel torn down, beaten up or less than the brilliant man he knew himself to be. The joy and anticipation in Darien's voice drew a smile from Eberts as well and, reaching out, he dragged Darien's head down and initiated a second kiss.

"I think that's a yes." Bobby smirked, tweaking Eberts' nipple and eliciting a high-pitched squeak.

"Uh-huh." Darien confirmed. "Definitely a yes..."

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TBC.....