Date: Tue, 4 Nov 2003 01:50:13 -0500 (EST)
From: Kai <wai808@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Hope

The following story involves graphic description of sexual encounters
between two consenting adult males.  Please be warned and continue no
further if reading such material is unlawful in your residing
province/state.  Also, the reader shall be no younger than the age of
majority.  The names of characters and their engagements are completely
fictitious and any resemblances to real life are completely coincidental.

No part of this story may be reproduced in any way without written
permission from the author.  Also please be aware that this is a work of
FICTION where STD's do NOT exist, and that the author does NOT condone
unprotected sex.

<wai808@yahoo.ca>

HOPE

            Hidden in the shadows of a corner I stood leaning against the
wall, swirling the last bit of my martini around in its glass.  I was in
boredom... sheer boredom.  I surveyed the crowd through half closed eyes,
watching with disinterest as people mingled and chatted with one another,
their voices loud and lively.  In the background I listened as someone
changed the music to put on some cheesy rendition of "The Monster Mash".

            A cowboy sauntered by, giving me the look over as he did so.
Brown eyes sparkled with interested behind the black mask as they met my
own.  I gave him a tight smile before looking away, a subtle hint that I,
however, was not interested.  Shrugging, he continued on past.

            Glancing down at my watch, I saw that it was close to midnight.
Halloween was almost over and I decided that I had humoured Paul long
enough.  This party was a bore... I can't believe that I let myself be
talked into coming to this masquerade.  I dropped my glass onto a nearby
table and made my way through the crowd in search of my friend.  Ignoring
the looks of interest that I was receiving, I made a beeline straight for
Paul, or rather towards the man dressed as a vampire.

            I grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him aside.  Paul smiled
apologetically to some stereotypical Native Indian costumed fellow before
spearing me with a glare.  I grimaced; characters from a particular 70's
group were popping up all over the place.

            "Sean," he hissed as he yanked his elbow out of my grasp.
"What's the matter with you?  Can't you see that I'm trying to get a little
action here?"  I reached up to scratch behind my ear where the elastic of
the mask I was wearing was irritating me.

            "I'm outta here," I told him bluntly as I adjusted the hat I
had on my head and fiddled with my mask some more.

            "So soon?" he whined.  "It's only midnight, the party's just
about to get started!  People are still arriving!"

            I shook my head at the man I considered to be my closest
friend.  "Sorry buddy, I should be sleeping now.  My shift starts in less
than seven hours.  And besides, I'm getting way too old for this scene."

            Paul snorted.  "Scene?  Oh, you mean enjoying yourself?
Partying?  You've been a tight-ass ever since you've been put up for that
promotion.  You need to loosen up a bit; tonight's our night for getting
you laid.  Why you messing with the game plan?"

            "What are you smoking?  What game plan?"  I paused, trying not
to cuff my friend upside the head.  Then, deciding that the idea was just
too tempting to not try out, I turned on my heels and began to make my way
towards the exit.  And I almost accomplished the mission, I was actually
able to make out the door itself, when a drag queen stepped out in front of
me and grabbed me by the arm.

            "Where are you off to in such a hurry, stud?"  I smiled, trying
to make it seem sincere.  Gently I took her hand off of me, only to have
another one snake up around my neck.  "I would love to have you make your
mark on me, Zorro," she crooned.

            "I'm sure you would," I murmured, still trying to disengage
myself from her grasp.  Finally, I got a hold of both her wrists and held
them away from me as I distanced myself further away from her.  "Listen, I
really have to go," I told her.  She pouted her large red shining lips and
fluttered her large glittery false lashes at me in disappointment.  I
offered her my best smile and tipped my hat at her before dashing away.

            I had my hand on the doorknob when I heard a different sort of
music playing from the dining room, which was on the other side of the
house.  It sounded like Arabian nights in nature, and very un-Halloween
like.  Curiosity getting the best of me, I delayed my escape and peered
into the room.  A substantial crowd of people circled around the dining
table, the audience captivated by the gypsy dancing on top.

            I stood still by the entrance, unable to move from my spot as I
too was hypnotized by this sensual dance. The man was lean and muscular;
his long limbs swirled with a languid grace around him as his hips gyrated
to the beat of drums and tambourines.  He only wore a pair of loosely
fitted drawstring pants, the white material ending at mid-calf level and
split at the sides to the knees.  Golden bands encircled the biceps, wrists
and ankles, a golden choker laid at the base of the long, slender neck, and
a delicate golden chain rested around that smooth trim waist.

When the gypsy turned his back to us, I was taken aback by the tattoo that
covered the length of his spine.  It was vine-like, dominated by a thick
uneven black stroke that ran along from between the shoulder blades down
beyond the low waistband of his pants, its path reappearing past the hem of
the material to continued its way down the back of his left calf.  As it
neared the heel the tattoo started to taper until ending just before the
Achilles tendon.  Stray slashes of more black strokes littered either side
of this main strip, finishing off this tribal flora.

            Sleek muscles played across his back underneath the smooth
tanned skin as his body gyrated faster to the pace of the quickened music.
The gypsy had his eyes closed as he moved instinctively to the frenzied
melody, that perfect mouth opened slightly as he began to breathe harder.
Wild and feral his moves became as the music reached climax, before finally
with a flick of his head the music came to an abrupt end.

            Not a sound was made as the audience watched with anticipation
what the gypsy will do next.  The man on the table, holding everyone's
undivided attention, stood still.  His only movements were the rise and
fall of his chest as he breathed.  Eyes opened from behind his white mask
to reveal the bluest irises.  They moved around, almost nervously, studying
everyone in the room.  I held my breath as those eyes finally paused on me,
locking onto my own.

            Everyone turned around, wanting to see what had captured the
gypsy's attentions.  Sounds of disappointment could be heard.  The gypsy
bent down to hop off of the table, landing feline-like to the floor on his
bare feet.  You could hear the tinkering of the tiny bells that hung from
his golden anklets.  The crowd parted for him like the Red Sea to Moses.
He continued to make his way towards me until he was just about a foot
away.  He was perhaps about a couple of inches shorter than my own 6'2"
frame.  Up close, I saw that he had short brown hair that was twisted into
thick strands, his eyes were thickly lined with kohl, and there was not a
freckle or mar on his face.  In a word, he was perfect.

            His eyes concentrating on my face, he leaned forward until his
nose was almost touching my cheek.  I could feel the heat radiating off of
him.  I continued to hold my breath when I heard him inhale.  He smelled
me, dear God he smelled my scent.

            "Yes..." he whispered before standing up, his eyes half-lidded
and a content smile on his lips.  He reached a hand out and clipped the
edge of my cape between his index and middle finger.  Once his arm was down
by his side again, my cape still between his fingers, he grasped the
material into a fist and walked by me back through the house, leaving me
behind to follow or be choked.

            He took me up the stairs to the upper level, oblivious to the
stares that we were receiving.  At the top of the last step was a hall with
doors on either side.  He looked over at me, head cocked to the side, eyes
bright blue with hope.  "Bedroom?" he whispered inquisitively.

            Downstairs I could hear the sounds of music, laughter, talking,
and glasses clinking.  I considered what was offered before me, the
opportunity to bed the exotic creature that stood in front of me.  Tonight
was about anonymity, I knew it and he knew it.  Hell, that was the whole
purpose of tonight's masquerade.

            I lead him towards the second door on the right.  He followed
with his hand still on my cape.  No one said a word as I closed and locked
the door behind us.  We stood staring at each other, waiting for someone to
make the first move.  He bit his lower lip, which caused me to smile.  For
someone who was responsible for the erections and lustful neediness of over
twenty men, myself included, he suddenly appeared unsure of himself.

            I pulled at my cape, bringing him to me.  I wrapped my arms
around his waist and pressed my fingers against his warm, smooth skin.  He
linked his own arms around my neck and touched his lips to mine.  It was
the briefest of kisses, but the first of many.  I nipped at his lower lip
and along the edge of his jaw, down his throat and licked at the skin over
his carotid pulse.  He purred and sighed, pressing his hard body into mine.
One of my hands strayed down and around his hip, to the front until I had
his hard organ firmly in my hand.  I could feel it pulsing through the thin
material and was delighted to find that he wore no underwear.

            The gypsy groaned with pleasure and he attacked my mouth; lips
opened, tongue dancing, and spit swapping.  He wrapped a leg around my
waist and started to grind his groin into my hand.  I can feel him
swelling.  I couldn't wait to get my lips around him.

            Without any warning, and without breaking the fervor of the
kiss, I reached down with both hands to cup his ass and lift him up to me.
He wrapped his other leg around my waist and let me carry him to the bed.
He intensified the kiss and started to squirm against me, making it
somewhat difficult to not drop him.  I managed to finally get him to the
bed and deposited him none too gently on it.  He took me with him and I
landed with all my weight on top.  I sat up concerned and jumped to the
side when I heard him groan in pain.

            Before I was able to ask if he was okay, he rolled over and
straddled me, his muscular thighs on either side of my body, and he bent to
kiss me hard on the lips.  He continued to grind our erections together and
tried to swallow my tongue back into his mouth.  I moaned as I tried to
press my body as close to his as physically possible.  Then, just as I was
about to explode, he suddenly stopped to sit up and stare down silently at
me.  His azure eyes peered down through the holes in his mask.  When I
reached out my hand to touch it, he flinched back slightly and his body
tensed up.  As I traced a finger along the edge of his mask, he relaxed
again, realizing that I wasn't attempting to remove it.

            I started to take my hand back, when he grabbed my wrist with
both of his and held it still as he swallowed my index, his warm moist
tongue wrapping around my digit.  His teeth nipped gently at the tip before
he released it, only to take the next finger into his mouth.  I watched in
a trance, he had his eyes closed and he was totally getting lost in it.
When he had finally nipped at my pinky, he opened his eyes again and gave
me a wicked smile.

            He straightened himself up so that he was now resting on his
knees, his arms up above his head, his hands twirling erotically to a
silent tune.  He arched his spine, threw his head back, and moved his hips
sensually above me.  Nimble fingers started to unbutton my shirt, untie my
cape, and unzip my pants.  They were all over me and I couldn't keep up,
instead I vied to lie submissively as my gypsy attended to me.

            Before I knew it I was fully undressed and anticipated for what
was to come.  He looked down at my naked body like I was a feast, a pink
tongue licking the corner of his mouth before he leaned down to lick along
my right collarbone.  He placed a kiss on the notch at the base of my
throat, and down my breastbone, following the contours of my chest and
abdomen.  I twitched when that moist tongue dipped into my belly button, a
ticklish shiver traveled through my body.

            My gypsy seemed to be attuned to my body.  Sensing just when I
thought I was unable to take any more somatic input, he stopped and sat up
to check in on me.  I was panting with need; my desire for him must be
evident in my eyes.  Smiling, he reached down to cup my balls, making me
spread my legs out willingly for him.  I watched as his head lowered
towards my groin until I could feel his soft lips kissing the head of my
very hard, very insistent hard-on.  I moaned contently, pushing my head
back into the bed.  With every kiss, more and more of my dick was engulfed
into that wonderful mouth, until finally he swallowed me down to the base.

            It was heaven.

            He proceeded to give me the first blow job I will have in
months, stimulating my balls with one hand, tweaking my nipples with the
other.  The sensations were mind-boggling and I knew I wasn't going to last
long.  I told him so and he responded by sucking me harder.  He seemed to
be doing his damnedest to get me to cum in his mouth.

            With a cry, I did just that and hard.  He swallowed every drop
of me, milking me dry and continuing so until I became too soft and
sensitive.

            Surrendering my organ from his mouth, he moved up so that he
was face to face with me and gave me a long hard kiss.  I could taste
myself on him, the saltiness and bitter flavour of my come on his tongue
and in his mouth.

            Having to break the kiss for a much-needed breath, the gypsy
moved off the bed and stood to the side.  With a flick of the wrist, the
drawstring of his pants became untied and the thin material fell to the
floor, revealing him in all his naked glory.  Without really allowing me
the chance to admire his body, the gypsy jumped back onto the bed to nuzzle
into the crook of my neck and shoulder, lapping and nipping at the skin
there.  I turned my head to give him better access and caught our
reflection on the mirror above the dresser.  Here I was lying all sprawled
out on the bed with this sensual creature straddled on top of me, arms on
either side of my head, his back arched and his broad shoulders dipped
down, looking very much like a large exotic cat.

            Did I mention that he was purr-fect? (Author acknowledges
presence of bad pun.)

            He was positioned over me just so that the end of my dick would
brush up along his butt cleft every so often.  I could feel myself quickly
hardening again with every teasing contact.  I was surprised, myself, at
the rate of my resolution but accredited it to the fact that I was nearly
celibate for almost the last year of my life.

            Recalling a move that I learned in the Academy, I hooked a hand
under his right knee and pulled it up and towards midline.  Surprising him,
he lost his balance and began to fall to the side.  I coaxed him onto his
back, with me between his legs, his right one still hooked around my arm
and pulled up close to where my shoulder was.  He looked up at me in awe
and smiled shyly.  I grinned down at him and was now able to take in my
visual fill of his body.  "Beautiful," I whispered.

The first thing I noticed was the tattoo of a small gecko crawling down the
inside of his right thigh.  Its details were intricate and colourful.  Not
terribly big either, perhaps the length and width of my index and middle
finger together.

            What really caught my curiosity was its very long tail.  I
followed its path and saw that it curves back up past his testicles and
perineum, towards and just stopping before his anus.  I traced the lines of
this tattoo, feeling him shiver as I brushed through this sensitive area.

            "Did it hurt?" I asked, my eyes still captivated by this little
design.  He nodded, again giving me that shy smile of his.

            The second thing I noticed was the beginning of another tattoo
over the edge of his left hip.  I followed to see where the rest of it
went, having to turn my gypsy over onto his front.  He complied in
amusement.  Once I had him on his stomach, I realized that the tattoo that
extended from his upper back down to his left heel was not a whole but was
actually two separate ones.  The broad stroke down the center of his back
actually ended at the dip of his tailbone.  The tattoo that I had followed
from the front of his hip transversed back to curve possessively around the
left gluteal cheek, before proceeding down the long limb.

            Repeating my earlier actions performed on the gecko tattoo, I
reached down with my index and traced along his spine, down the path of
this tribal mark.  Beyond the indent of where bone ended, I continued to
trace down until I brushed the puckered skin that surrounded his rectum.
He gasped at the touch and pushed back, trying to deepen the contact.

            I massaged and molded his firm ass with both my hands,
spreading it apart so that his pink hole was revealed to me.  I could see
the tail of his gecko encircling it from his front side.  Leaning forward,
I traced around this sensitive hole with my tongue, tasting traces of soap,
musk and sweat.  I can hear him whimpering and sighing, spreading his legs
apart and arching his back slightly so that his ass stuck up in the air a
bit, giving me easier access.

            I leaned over to the nightstand and fished around in the
drawer.  'C'mon Paul', I muttered under my breath, 'let there be
lube...aah!'  Squeezing a small amount of cool gel from the tube in my
hand, I smeared it around the wrinkled skin.  Then I slowly, carefully slid
my middle finger into the hole, the tissue tight around my digit.  I
fiddled around in there, feeling around for a firm knot.  About the same
time I found it I could feel the other man's body twitch before melting
back onto the bed, mewing and purring in obvious delight.

            The tissues around my finger had relaxed by now so I added
another finger into him, scissoring inside his body and creating more
wonderful sighs and moans.

            "Please," he pleaded.  "Please... need you... in me..."

            I quickly rolled on a condom and applied some of the gel to my
cock before positioning myself behind him so that the head of my dick sat
just outside the entrance of his hole.  I took a moment to marvel over how
this tiny entrance could accommodate my hard organ.  Taking a breath, I
nudged myself in until just the head of my penis penetrated through.  I
went no further as I allowed time for my gypsy to get used to the size of
me.  My considerations backfired when as he pushed back towards me,
impaling himself, which caused the both of us to gasp, one in surprise and
one in pain.

            "You okay?" I asked, concerned.  He ceased all movement and
stayed still as he panted hard.  We were both covered with a thin sheen of
sweat by now, for although the feeling of him tightly wrapped around my
dick was incredible, I struggled not to pull back for fear of causing him
further hurt.

            I waited for him to relax around me, reaching out to gently rub
his lower back in slow circles.  He sighed and started to wiggle his ass
against my groin.  Slight tremors of ecstasy shot up my dick, up my spine,
and down to my very toes.  I started to slowly pull back, giving him the
chance to stop me at a moment's notice.  Receiving no such signal I
eventually found myself with only my head still remaining inside of him.  I
pushed back in with an even, long stroke and he gave a small cry of bliss.

            I wrapped my arms around his lean waist to gain a better hold
of him.  The uppermost side of his hard cock occasionally rubbed against
the back of my arm as his body rocked back and forth.

            For the next wonderful twenty minutes the only sounds produced
within this room were the creaking of the bedsprings, the slapping of our
hard and sweaty bodies, the desperate breaths of oxygen, and the purrs and
sighs that escaped from the vocal cords of my lovely gypsy.  I quickened
the pace and started to go a little rough on him when I felt his body begin
to tense up.  I gave him no mercy as I buried myself into him repeatedly to
the hilt, tightening my hold of him around his hips.  His cries became
louder and more urgent; pleasure mingled with pain, the sensations became
undistinguishable.

            Suddenly, I realized that I wanted to see his face when he does
hit climax.  I abruptly pulled out of him, resulting in him gasping a sound
of pain and distress.

            "No..." he whimpered, turning his head back to stare at me with
wide eyes.  Before he was able to protest any more, I pulled out another
trick that I learned on the force and flipped him onto his back.  I threw
both his legs up so that the back of his knees hooked over my shoulders and
inserted my weeping cock back into his moist anal canal.  "Aahh..." he
cried, shocked by the unexpected change and rapid re-entry.

            I found my way to his lips and swallowed his cries and moans.
As he became more frantic, I pulled back and stared down at him in a daze.
I watched as he threw his back into the pillow, his hands on either side of
him fisting the sheets into a tight bundle.  His throat muscles started
constricting, his mouth opened as he screamed loudly to God and the
heavenly bodies beyond... this is what my gypsy looked like at the peak of
his sexual glory.

            He tightened and pulsed violently around me as he hit orgasm,
taking me along for the ride as I followed shortly.  With a moan of
satisfaction, I buried my face along the side of his warm neck and emptied
my cum deep into his body.  His body continued to convulse, milking me with
his internal muscles.

            We stayed as we were for the next few minutes, my body weight
on top of him as he was still curled up with his legs over my shoulders.  I
had started to fall asleep when I felt him shift beneath me and made a
small sound of discomfort.  Slowly I pulled myself out of him and sat back,
guiding his legs down to the bed.  He winced slightly as his muscles
stretched out.  I moved to rub some circulation back into them and
eventually it became evident that I was just finding reason to linger and
touch him, as my strokes became lighter and gentle, caressing his smooth
skin.  He smiled that smile that I was starting to hope he reserved only
for me, as he pulled me towards him for another kiss.

            It was a slow kiss, one where we savoured the taste of the
other, allowing the time to thoroughly enjoy and explore what we were
doing.  When we had finally pulled apart, I cleaned us up with the Kleenex
that I found sitting on the nightstand before rolling us onto our sides for
rest.  I spooned myself against his back, wrapped my arm possessively
around his waist, buried my face at the nape of his neck, and entangled our
legs together.  He squirmed until my limp penis was snuggled against the
cleft of his ass and sighed contently.  It wasn't long before both our
breaths evened out as sleep and exhaustion overtook us.

            My last conscious thought was that of pure bliss, the amazing
feeling I received simply by being with this gypsy.  I made a promise to
myself to find out the name of the man snuggled in my arms before I finally
gave in to darkness.

* * * * * 6 years later * * * * *

=Sean's POV=

            I gritted my teeth and clenched my jaw.  Frustration seeped
through my every pore.  I thought of all the long months spent on following
numerous leads, most of which came up fruitless, linking vague clues
together, DNA testings and a backlog of lost sleep.  All those hours and
days spent on collaborating with various departments and field experts,
dealing with public relations, keeping the higher chains of command happy,
and sharing empathy with friends and family of lost victims.

            Impatiently, I paced the hall of the ICU wing, narrowing my
eyes at the room marked 391.  A small group of uniformed men stood off to
the side, talking quietly amongst themselves and eyeing me warily.  Even
the medical staff kept their distance.

            The narc had checked in, men were sent out in position, and we
were just waiting for the right moment to close in on the city's two most
wanted sex-offenders.  They were wanted for the rape and murder of over 30
women.  So much time was devoted to the organization of this bust, and it
was running smoothly.  All that was needed was a proposition caught on tape
by the insider, maybe even witnessing the beginnings of an attempted
assault.

            Unfortunately, for everything to work out as planned would have
been much too easy.

            As soon as the two suspects caught scent of the ruse they
bolted out of the alley quick and fast.  They were both armed and were not
afraid to use the weapons.  The whole thing turned out messy and violent,
ending up with five injured men, luckily no fatalities.  Two bullet wounds,
one through the arm and one through the leg, a sprained ankle and a
dislocated arm.  Minor injuries.

            However, the fifth man to be sent to the hospital was Brad
Smythe, wanted suspect number one.  His partner, Peter Hunt, had
successfully escaped.

            Smythe received extensive damage; the injury list included a
few bullet wounds, one tearing a large artery, a severely torn knee,
cracked ribs, a concussion and a sub-dural hematoma.  Needless to say,
after undergoing several hours of immediate surgery, the man now lay
unconscious under critical care... in room 391.

            When the door to that particular unit opened, I stopped my
pacing and glared at the nurse that stepped out.  She spoke quietly to the
nearest officer before stepping back into the room.  I watched as the
uniformed man marched towards me, a guarded look on his face.

            "Sir?" he asked as he approached me.  I crossed my arms across
my chest as I impatiently nodded for him to continue.  "Smythe won't be
released until further notice and no one is allowed to question him without
approval from his acting physician."

            "Really now?" I growled.  "The hell I'm not allowed to do shit.
Who's the asshole in charge?"  I paced towards the door and rapped on the
painted wood.

            It opened and a tall man stood on the other side, wearing
bloodstained scrubs and an exhausted look on his face.  Angry eyes glared
at me, meeting my own furious ones.  "Can I help you?" he demanded.

            "It's time for sleeping beauty to wake up, there's questions
that we need answered," I commanded.

            He stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him, and
faced me.  I smirked when I released that I was still taller than he was.
"Detective," he began in a low even tone, "There is no way I am waking my
patient up for questioning until I feel he is physically up to it.  A
bullet nicked his femoral artery and another through his intestines.  The
swelling in his head is finally stabilizing.  Do you understand that
Mr. Smythe is in very critical condition here?"  He narrowed his eyes at
me, and I couldn't help but notice that they were blue in colour.

            I bulked myself up as I matched his glare.  "Listen here,
Doc... I don't have time for this alright?  I have another wanted felon
roaming around the city and the public is in danger here.  We have no idea
when he is going to strike next, especially now that he knows that we're on
to him and have his buddy here in custody.  We need to go after him while
his guard is still shaken up.  Do you understand me?"

            "I understand you perfectly Detective."  He cocked his head at
me and set his jaw.  "But my decision still stands.  Mr. Smythe will not be
disturbed until further notice."  He had the door opened and turned back
in, closing it firmly in my face, before I was able to further protest.  I
was too busy trying to contain my temper, trying hard not to lose it here
in the hospital, in front of my men and in front of the staff.

            Just then, my cellular rang.  I stared daggers through the door
as I angrily fished around in my jacket pocket for the device.  "Perry," I
barked.

            "Sean, where the hell are you?"  It was George, my partner's
voice loud and clear through the other line.

            "Vancouver General, they're not going to release Smythe."  I
started pacing the halls again.

            "Fuck, that's all we need.  Whatever just get your ass in
Chinatown.  We think we've caught Hunt's trail."

            "I'll be right there," I was finishing when I noticed that the
doctor was now standing by the opened door.  He had caught the end of the
short conversation and looked at me incredulously.

            "Detective, turn that damn thing off or get rid of it.  What
the hell is that cell phone doing in here?"  I cursed under my breath; I
had forgotten that cellulars were prohibited inside hospitals.  It was just
my luck that the other man would catch me using it.  Annoyed, I snapped
shut the small TM520 with an audible click, holding it up briefly for the
doctor's inspection before pocketing it again.

            Without a word, he closed the metal clipboard he was holding
and turned on his heels, but not before shooting me another dirty look.  I
watched as he disappeared around a corner, and when he did I became annoyed
with myself for doing so.  "I want two men on guard here at all times," I
threw the order at the uniformed men as I began to take off in the other
direction.  "And contact me the second Smythe wakes up," I yelled over my
shoulder.

            I ran out of the hospital and stole into one of the unmarked
cruisers.  It took me just over ten minutes as I tore through traffic,
perhaps driving just a little too far on the insane side.  I pulled through
Keefer Street and slammed on the breaks when I saw George and a group of
officers milling around on the overcrowded sidewalk.  Cars caught behind
blared their horns at me as I had effectively blocked the too-narrow road.

            The men looked up at the loud sounds, George motioning me
towards him as he ordered an officer to deal with the nuisance.  "What's
the deal?  Where's Hunt?"  I patted over my jacket to make sure that my
sidearm still sat securely in its sling.

            George had a grim _expression on his face.  He shook his head
at me and muttered into his radio, "Caldwell, report."

            There was a moment of silence as we waited for a response,
before the radio finally buzzed back in static.  "Lost him... he ran into
Stadium just as two skytrains were pulling out.  We're not sure which
direction he took off to.  We have units headed eastbound and west, and
we're currently trying to contact Translink."  George swore and scratched
the back of his neck in frustration.

            "I'm working with idiots here," he mumbled loud enough for only
myself to hear.  I grinned in agreement.

            "Easy on the kids old man," I snickered.

            "Fuck you, Perry," he tossed back.  The large Italian man was
only five years older than my own 32, but he looked considerably older.  It
was probably due to the amount of years he spent in law enforcement.  My
next remark was cut off when my pocket started to ring.

            "Sir, it's Penner.  Smythe is starting to show signs of
consciousness."

            "Keep your eyes on him," I barked as I motioned for George to
get into the black car with me.  "Where are you calling me from?" I
suddenly wanted to know.

            "Er... payphone, Sir," the officer sheepishly responded.  I bit
the inside of my cheek to keep myself from making a smart-aleck remark
about a certain MD.

            "What's up?" George suddenly wanted to know, looking over at
me.  "What's so funny?"

            "Nothing, Smythe's about to wake up."  I turned into VGH and
pulled into a spot reserved for 'Police'.  "You got a cell on you?" I asked
nonchalantly as we sped through the building.

            "Yeah, so?"

            "Just wondering," I said, grinning to myself.

=Derik's POV=

            I looked up from the patient's chart when I heard loud voices
on the other side of the closed door... 'Or rather A particularly loud
voice,' I thought wryly, 'Detective Sean Perry.'  I scribbled down vitals
and significant changes before, snapping the folder shut, I opened the door
and peered through.

            To my dismay, it was that obnoxious detective again... tall,
blond, good-looking and irritating as hell.  Groaning inwardly, I looked
over my shoulder to make sure that my patient was not disturbed by the
sudden increase of noise and carefully closed the door behind me.

            "Detective," I addressed him.  He raised a perfect eyebrow at
me in acknowledgment.  "This is a hospital.  Do you think that maybe you
can keep your voice down just a tad?  Don't mean to trouble you, of
course."  I don't know why I was being such an ass; I was normally very
patient and soft-spoken.  But for some reason this man brought out the
worse in me, caustic and sarcastic remarks easily flying out of my mouth.

            Perry gave me a smile that didn't quite reach those green eyes.
I blinked away, for some reason those icy eyes made me uncomfortable.
Looking beside him I noticed a new person in the picture.  By now I was
familiar with the few faces of the uniformed men that stood outside this
room, expressionless much like the Queen's Guards.  The newcomer also wore
plain clothes, a suit in his case in comparison to the jeans and leather
jacket his partner opted for.

            Noticing the tension between the two of us, the older man
offered his hand to me and introduced himself.  "Detective George Benetti,"
he boomed as he gripped my hand.

            "Dr. Derik Friesen," I replied.  Although he appeared
intimidating, I could immediately tell that the other man was much warmer
and friendlier than his younger colleague was.

            "We'd like to know the status of Brad Smythe's condition," he
politely asked in that naturally loud voice.  My respect for him went up a
notch, as he didn't demand things out of me like his partner did.

            "Mr. Smythe is beginning to stabilize.  We have him on
anti-coagulants to keep the blood pressure low to take stress off of his
arterial system.  He's also drifting in and out of consciousness and his
condition is still extremely sensitive."  The detective nodded, silently
listening to everything I was saying.  I quickly glanced over to the
younger detective and, to my surprise, he was staring at me in deep
concentration.  Tearing my gaze away, I opened the chart in my hand and
took a breath to compose myself.  "During those brief moments when he was
awake he appeared to be very confused and disorientated.  He wasn't able to
state his name, his birth date, or the current year."

            "Are you suggesting what I think you're implying, Doctor?"
Benetti asked.

            I nodded.  "Detectives, Mr. Smythe is, at this time,
experiencing retrograde amnesia."

            "Amnesia?" The blond man snorted.  His partner spared him a
dirty look and cleared his throat.

            "How long do you think this will last?"

            I shrugged and frowned.  "It's hard to say, each case varies.
It could last days to years.  I wouldn't encourage using force to help him
remember though, especially due to the nature of his past."

            "That's bullshit," Perry snapped.  "Like we're going to just
sit around and waste time by waiting for the man to regain his memory.  Are
you sure he's not just pulling one over you Doc?"

            "I think I can tell the difference between a nervous
complication to an Academy Award winning performance, Detective," I
retorted.  I turned to face him head-on, ready to bring it on if need be.
The other man stood his ground, narrowing his eyes at me, sensing my
challenge.

            "Sean," his partner barked, breaking the tension once more
between us, "Let's move it."  He turned to me and nodded his head, "Thank
you for your time Doctor.  Please keep us informed and updated with the
condition of this patient."

            I gave him a tight-lipped smile and was ready to move on to my
next rounds when I heard the electronic shrill of a cell phone.  Wincing at
the frequency disturbances that may occur, I turned to the source of the
sound and was not surprised to find Perry opening up the modern gadget.

            Before he was able to get a word in on the conversation, I did
something impulsive and grabbed it out of his hands.  Snapping the phone
shut in clear view of his face, I pocketed it into the lab coat I was
wearing before promptly stepping back into room 391.  I smiled to myself as
I checked over Smythe's vitals one last time, recalling the look of
incredulity on the other man's face.  I could hear the cursing and swearing
through the door.  Then, making sure that it didn't happened again, I took
the small cellular out and turned it off.

=Sean's POV=

            "Who the fuck does that bastard think he is?"  I was fuming as
my partner pushed me through the halls and out the door.  "He can't just
take an officer's belongings.  I ought to slap him with a fine."

            "Sean, will you just shut the fuck up already," George grumbled
as he smiled apologetically to the frowns they received from the hospital
staff.  "You had it coming you know, you knew that cell phones aren't
allowed in here.  Even I had the sense to turn mine off."

            "You did not.  When?" I demanded.  He pushed me towards the
passenger side of the car before walking around to the driver's side.  I
reluctantly got in, still mumbling to myself.

            "Will you quit pouting already?  It's just a fucking cell
phone."  He pulled out of the parking lot and started towards the East End.

            I sat in silence, watching as the scenery whizzed pass.  It
didn't take long before I realized where he was driving me.  "Why are you
taking me home?" I wanted to know.

            "Time to sleep, buddy.  We've been working through the last 48
hours and I don't know about you, but I'm bagged.  There's really nothing
we can do until we get the okay from Doctor Friesen anyway.  We might as
well catch some rest.  Understand?"

            I sighed, suddenly feeling very old as I noticed how my body
ached.  "A little sleep won't hurt I guess," I grudgingly agreed.

            He pulled up next to an old apartment in the wrong side of the
city.  "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8 o'clock.  In the meanwhile, try to
think of nice things to say to the Doctor so that you'll get your cell
phone back."  I rolled my eyes at him and shrugged, not ready to make any
promises.

            "See ya tomorrow, George," I said before closing the door
behind me and tiredly made my way towards the building.  I hit the button
for the elevator and, seeing that the lift was hovering up on the 9th
floor, I went around the corner to check the mailbox.  Leafing through the
stack that had accumulated during my time away, I walked back to the
elevator to see that it was slowly making its way past the 3rd floor.  The
damn thing was slow, but at least it wasn't broken, as it was proned to be.
I really was in no mood or shape to be walking up 6 flights of stairs.

            I fiddled with my key as it refused to slide into the lock
properly.  When I finally had the door opened, I turned the lights off to
reveal a neat, but sparsely decorated, apartment.  The place was tiny, and
you can often hear the neighbours next door arguing in the middle of the
night, but it was priced fairly and a place to sleep was a place to sleep.

            Throwing the stack of mail onto the kitchen counter and
throwing my jacket over the couch, I started to make my way into the
bathroom to turn the shower on.  Tiredly, I started to strip as I waited
for the water to warm up.  With a groan, I finally stepped into the hot
water and leaned my forehead against the tiles as the soothing liquid
poured off my neck and back.

            The shower panels and bathroom mirror were nicely covered in
condensation by the time I made myself move again.  Quick to get myself
into bed, I rapidly scrubbed myself with soap, rinsed and toweled off.  I
slid in between the clean, cotton sheets and covered myself up with a
comforter, out like a light before my head touched the pillow.

* * * * * 6 years ago * * * * *

            I stirred awake, cuddling closer to the warm body I held in
front of me.  Burying my nose against the back of the slender neck, I
inhaled the scent of the smooth skin and started to nibble lightly.  The
body in my arms began to stir, a soft sigh coming out from that wonderful
throat.  My cock began to harden as the ass it sat between started to grind
against me.

            The movements became more insistent, the grinding getting more
determined.  The sighs turned to moans and the body arched delightfully in
my arms.

            My gypsy was awake.

            I reached around in front of him and took his cock in my hands.
He was hard and pulsing, a soft groan escaping as I began to pump him.
With my other hand, I slipped it past his ass cleft and breached his hole,
causing him to gasp with pleasure.  He pushed his hips back towards me to
deepen the penetration.  Although he was still tight, I found that my
finger was able to slip in easily enough.  Taking a chance, I decided to
slide my dick in without any more lubrication, unable to wait any more.

            With his cock still in my hand, I tried to hold him still as I
positioned myself against him.  He stilled a bit as I pushed my head
through, then let out a loud sigh as I slid the rest of my shaft in.  I
made no further movement as I let him adjust to the sudden fullness in him.

            Earlier in the evening when we first had sex it was frenzied
and rough, our lust for each other demanding top priority over all other
senses.  Now, we took our time enjoying the feel of each other, I enjoyed
the feeling of him wrapped around my dick.  It was slow and sensual.  When
we came together, he let out a cry as I bit into the top of his shoulder to
smother my own.

            I cleaned him up with the sheets that surrounded us before we
fell asleep together again, with me still inside of him.  As I settled
myself to the rhythm of the rise and fall of the other man's chest, I
pushed aside the thought that I had to be up in just a few hours, and let
myself drift to sleep.

* * * * * Present time * * * * *

            With a groan, I woke up with a raging hard on, thanks to a
rather realistic dream I had.  Making my way into the bathroom, I turned
the shower on before brushing my teeth.  Noticing the stubble on my jaw, I
made a mental reminder to shave before getting dressed for the day.

            My erection becoming more insistent now, I stepped into the
stall and lathered myself up good with soap, before palming myself in my
hand.  I stroked long and hard, closing my eyes as I imagined that it was
another hand that was stroking me, blues eyes gazing adoringly up at me.
It wasn't long before I let out a grunt and ejected white streaks of semen
against the shower tiles.  I let the water do its thing, washing away the
cum, as I finished with my shower.

            An hour later I was standing down by the sidewalk, an irritable
_expression on my face, as I waited for George to pull up.

            "Coffee," I muttered as I got into the car.

            "And how are we this morning?" he asked sarcastically.  I shot
him a glare before ordering him to take me to the nearest Starbucks, quick
and fast.

            "Feeling better?" he asked after I took my first sip of the
black coffee, as we headed on our way towards the hospital.

            "Oh yeah," I grinned.  I could already feel the dark caffeine
working its magic, as I was feeling remarkably better.  "I think I'm even
ready to take on Dr. Evil."

            My partner spared me with a side-glance and a wry smirk.  "How
did he ever get on your bad side anyway?" he asked.

            "It all started with a cell phone incident," I joked.

            Later when we were inside the hospital, the officers standing
on either side of unit 391 straightened their spines a bit upon seeing us
approaching.  "How's our guy doing today?" I asked.

            Penner blinked tiredly and shrugged.  "Same old, Sir.  Doctor
Friesen's inside with him now."  I rolled my eyes, wondering how the
standout today was going to turn out.

            I knocked as politely as I could on the door and waited for a
response.  A few moments later, the door opened and the doctor's head poked
out, a surprised _expression on his face upon seeing me standing there.

            "Detective Perry," he greeted me, his face now wearing a wary
_expression.  He looked over my shoulder and greeted my partner in a
somewhat warmer fashion.  Somehow, that fact irritated me.

            "How's Smythe today?  Is he ready for his interview?"

            He frowned at me for a bit, not quite sure how to take me.
Finally, he answered, "He's awake now, and his condition is quite
stabilized.  If you will give me your promise that you won't unnecessarily
agitate him, Detective, than I don't see why he can't undergo a light
questioning session."

            "Thanks Doc," I said as I followed him inside the room.  This
was the first time I was allowed to see our felon since we brought him in
here, and he made quite a pathetic sight with all the wires and tubes
sticking out of him.  Surfaces that were not covered up by the thin
hospital gown were covered in bandages and castings.  Despite the various
bruises that marked his skin, he also appeared pale, almost grey.

            The injured man stared up at George and me with wide eyes.  He
glanced over at Doctor Friesen in desperation, looking for some sort of
reassurance.  Noticing the sudden distress, the doctor hurried over to the
patient's side and placed a hand over Smythe's.  I narrowed my eyes at
that, not sure why this bothered me.

            "Mr. Smythe," the doctor began in a soft, soothing voice, "This
is Det. Perry and Det. Benetti.  They're working on an investigation and
they're here to ask you a few questions.  Do you understand?"  Smythe
thinned his lips and nodded before turning his eyes on us.

            I grabbed a nearby chair and pulled it over to the bedside,
George doing likewise.  The bedded man stared at us expectantly.
"Mr. Smythe," I slowly began, "We've been told that you have lost your
memory, correct?"

            He looked up at the doctor for encouragement and nodded to us.

            "You can remember nothing... absolutely nothing at all from
your past?" George asked.  Again that small nod.

            "We have a man out on the lose in the city," I watched slowly
for any reaction, but when none came except for a curious blink, I
continued, "He's wanted for committing rape and murder to his victims.
We're afraid that he will strike again soon.  Does any of this ring a bell
to you?"

            Smythe frowned in confusion and shook his head.  "No,
Detective.  None of this does.  Should it?"

            "Mr. Smythe, would you be willing to participate in a lie
detector test?" George asked.  We just needed to be sure that WE don't get
one pulled over us.

            He nodded his head eagerly, anxious to help.  "Of course.  I
mean I'll be able to, right Doctor Friesen?"  Three pairs of eyes stared at
the lab-coated man standing off to the side.  He blinked furiously, having
been caught off guard and suddenly becoming the centre of attention.

            "Um, yeah, I don't see why not.  You'll have to bring in the
equipment though, I'm not ready to release Mr. Smythe yet."

            Smythe smiled up at him, pleased.  I couldn't help but notice
just how young the felon really was.  He was only in his early twenties,
just a kid really... but it was hard to think in those terms considering
he's one half of the city's most wanted team.  Another future potential
down the drain, but maybe this amnesia thing will turn out to be for the
better.

            We sat and talked with the young man for another fifteen
minutes or so before he started to show signs of fatigue; his eyes began to
droop and his words became a soft mumble.  From the corner of my eye, I
caught Friesen checking his watch.  "Detectives, I think it's time to call
it a day.  My patient needs his rest."

            Thanking Smythe, George and I stood up to leave, followed by
the doctor.  "We'll be by tomorrow with the polygraph," I told Friesen.  He
nodded and turned to leave.  "Oh, by the way Doctor," I waited until he
turned back to face me.  "Do you think that maybe I can get my cell phone
back?"  I gave him a sincere smile.

            He smiled back, his blue eyes twinkling.  "I have it back in my
office.  It's up one level, do you want me to grab it for you?"

            "No, I'll just pick it up tomorrow."  I grinned wider as I
watched him leave.  When he smiled, there was something familiar about him;
I just can't seem to be able to put my finger on it.  Maybe whatever it was
would also explain the reason why I would get this unexplainable feeling of
irritation whenever I see him showing affection to anyone else.

            Later that night, I found myself sitting at the bar of a
nightclub that I rarely frequented.  I nursed my drink while watching Paul
try to talk his way into some club kid's pants.  After a few fruitless
attempts, I hid my grin as I watched him head back to me, in obvious
rejection.

            "Dammit," he swore, flagging the bartender for another drink.
"A man don't get no luck these days," he complained.

            I grinned, "Buddy, he was way too young for you anyway."

            He shrugged and took a big gulp from the glass placed in front
of him.  "What about you?  Any luck?"

            Nonchalantly, I flicked my eyes in the direction over my
shoulder, where a tall, brown haired man was staring at me.  "He's been
eyeing me all night, starting to give me the creeps actually."

            He took a quick glance over to where I was referring to and
smiled wide.  "Hey, he's got your type written all over him.  You gonna go
for it or what?"

            I glared at him, my head starting to throb from the loud music
and flashy lights.  "I do NOT have a type."

            "Sure you do, brown hair and blue eyes.  Of course, I can't see
what colour his eyes are from here, but man he's pretty hot."

            "He's too young," I stated.

            "No he's not, I'll give him late twenties."

            "Like I said, that's too young," I sighed.

            "Well, you better make your peace with that fast," he snickered
as he finished off his drink and started to move away.  "Guess who's coming
this way?" he sing-songed.

            I closed my eyes in a mental groan just as I felt a hand on my
shoulder.  Then, pasting a smile on my face, I turned around to greet my
admirer.

            "Hey," he breathed.

            "Hey," I returned, suddenly feeling like we were part of some
lame ass cheesy movie.

            "Um, listen, I was just wondering if maybe you wanted a drink?
Or dance?"  He smiled at me, confident in knowing that he looked good.

            I didn't need another drink so I shrugged towards the packed
dance floor.  He led the way in and found a spot for us to move.  It was a
song I didn't recognize, but he seemed to know the words to it.  The
younger man had his head tilted down and peered his eyes up at me, smiling
and looking coy.  I smiled back at him and watched him move to the music.
He danced well, very well in fact... but he just didn't move quite right.
There wasn't that same sensual grace that I was looking for.

            Soon the song ended and breathlessly he took my hand and pulled
me back to the bar.  He asked for two glasses of water and gave one to me.
We both knew that the night was still fairly early, but when he bit his
lower lip and blinked at me, we both knew what was about to come up next.

            "You know, I have a place that's not too far from here," he
began.  "I was... um... wondering if maybe you'd be interested in... maybe
coming over?"  Oh, what a moment of awkwardness.

            I thought it through, he was indeed good-looking, seemed
nice... personable... Paul would chide me for refusing... I would never
hear the end of it...

            "Sure, I'd love to."  Looking pleased with himself, he took the
glass from my hand and dropped it onto the bar counter before leading me
out the club.  When we stumbled through the doors, it turned out that it
had started to rain outside... hard.

            He grabbed me by the hand and started to run towards a
direction.  Without much choice, I followed, ducking my head to avoid
getting rain in my eyes and trying to side step the larger puddles.  We
were out of breath and laughing at the situation by the time we reached the
door outside his place.

            As soon as we were inside the house, he closed the door and
pushed me against it, kissing my mouth hard.  Stunned at first, I quickly
recovered my senses and gave back as hard as I got.  Everything about us
was wet, our hair, our skin, our clothes... but none of that mattered as we
grinded our bodies together, with me between the door and the lustful man.

            "God, I've been wanting to do that to you all night," he
breathed into my ear when we had finally broke apart from our kiss.  I
panted hard and let him run his hands all over my body.  "I can't believe I
actually have you here... here with me.  You're so fucking hot..." he
slurred as he started kissing down my neck.  He rubbed his hard dick
against my thigh, clearly aroused and wanting me to know it.  "Come to bed
with me," he pleaded.  Staring into his eyes up close, I noticed that they
were blue indeed.  A light shade though, almost grey in fact.  Then, none
too gently, he started to pull me towards the direction that I assumed was
the bedroom.

            Being how I was now in such a horny mood, I found it hard to
refuse and put my libido in charge of all the decision-making.  I let him
push me down onto the bed and looked at him in amusement as he started to
desperately undo my shirt buttons.  He ran his hands through my chest hair
and down my lean torso, sighing contently.  When he had my belt buckle
released and zipper drawn down, keeping his eyes on me, he reached in and
took me in his hand.  I closed my eyes and leaned back into the pillow,
moaning at the touch.

            "There you are," he crooned delightfully.  "Damn you feel big."
He had his eyes wide in anticipation.  My old ego swelled out an inch as I
allowed to him hurriedly strip off the rest of my clothes.  Once naked, I
laid back and relaxed into the bed, watching him as he stood over me,
staring at my body like a kid in a candy store.

            I arched an eyebrow up at him and pondered aloud if he was
going to get naked any time soon.  Without haste he shucked his clothes and
straddled me, rubbing his hard dick against mine.  Small kisses and bites
were littered over my face and neck.

            "Lube," he mumbled in between kisses.  He reached over to a
small table and fumbled around, never once breaking his touch with me.  "Ah
hah," he exclaimed and sat up to squeeze a generous amount into this hand
and reached around him to prepare himself.  I laid back in silence,
watching him and not quite sure if I was doing the right thing after all.
Unfortunately, any thoughts of doubt that I had before were now all shot
down as he reached for my cock and eagerly slid on a rubber before applying
gel over it, giving me a nice hand job in the process.  "Oh yes," he
murmured to himself, "I'm gonna have so much fun with this bad boy."

            I frowned up at him, wondering how I got to be this low that I
would end up in bed with such a slut.  Without any warning, he settled
himself over me and sat down, impaling himself on my dick.  Unable to help
the feeling of pleasure that rushed over me, I let out a loud groan.  Deep
down I knew my unconscious thought was pleading with me to stop this, that
I would regret it in the morning.  I was ashamed of what I was
participating in; I will always have issues with having sex with a man when
I didn't know his name.

            'That didn't stop you six years ago...'

            'That was different!  What we did six years ago was beautiful
and sensual... this is just wrong...' I closed my eyes at the sight of the
other man riding himself on my dick, fast and hard.  I wasn't able to stop
the sounds of moans and gasps that were escaping from my mouth.

            "Yes," he cried, throwing his head back in abandonment, pushing
his body so that my organ impaled him deeper and deeper with every stroke.
"You feel so fucking good... so fucking amaaaz..." The words became
incoherent as they became one loud scream after another.  "God oh God oh
God..." I knew he had hit orgasm as his muscles clenched and spasmed
violently around me.  I braced him on either side of his hips as his
movements threatened to tear himself off of me, taking my beloved dick with
him.  Shamelessly I thrust myself up into his body, giving a few more long
hard strokes to bring myself to a quick climax.

            We stayed like that for a few moments, both of us breathing
hard and sweating.  He looked down at me, eyes sparkling.  "Wow, that was
fantastic," he panted.  With a grunt, he rolled off and sprawled out next
to me.  I looked over, watched his chest heave up and down, his eyes closed
and breathing through his mouth.  Feeling somewhat dirty, I got up and
cleaned myself off with the bed sheets and started to dress myself.

            He looked up at me through half closed eyes, watching as I
picked up various pieces of clothing off the ground.  "You taking off?" he
asked.

            "Yeah," I muttered as I started to button up my shirt.  This
was followed by an awkward moment of silence.

            Once I was presentable and ready to leave, I looked over at him
and wondered what came next.  He was still sprawled out naked and looked
half asleep.  Yawning, he smiled up at me and nodded towards the door.
"Would you be able to let yourself out?  I'm too tired to get up and have
to put some clothes on..."

            I accepted his excuse and turned to leave.  "I'll call you
sometime," he mumbled sleepily.

            "Sure," I answered, the both of us knowing that no such thing
will occur.  It had stopped raining by now as I stepped out into the cold
air.  I took my time walking back to my truck, which was parked near the
club.  Vapours appeared as I breathed into the crisp air.  There was a
rather sickening feeling forming in the pit of my stomach, something like
guilt and disgust.  I felt like I was being unfaithful, but to a man that I
may never set eyes on again.  It's the same feeling that I've been getting
every time that I have had sex with someone for the past six years.

            Of course, this is the first time that I've had sex with a
nameless person in the last six years, but the same feeling nevertheless.
I need to move on, Paul doesn't hesitate to remind me of that every chance
he gets.  Maybe it is time to get on with my life, perhaps find that true
love.

            But how can I find true love when I had already let that slip
through my fingers?

* * * * * 6 years ago * * * * *

            Slowly I blinked my eyes against the early sunlight that leaked
through the window blinds.  With a sleepy moan, I closed my eyes against
the rays and tried to fall back to sleep again, before I began to realize
what it was that had woken me up in the first place.

            I opened my eyes again and looked over in amusement as my
darling gypsy rides himself on my cock, which had remained impaled inside
of him since our last union.  I placed a hand on top of his hip, which
caused him to jump slightly before tensing in place.

            Moving closer to him so that I was able to nuzzle into the back
of his warm neck, I eased myself deeper into him, urging him to continue
with what he was doing before.  His body relaxed as he sighed and began to
move on my dick once more.  I started to pepper the back of his neck and
shoulders with kisses, unaware how deeply I was applying them until I
noticed the dark red marks that I was leaving behind.

            Tight muscles clenched around my organ as my gypsy neared his
climax.  I gripped hard onto his hip and assisted him in thrusting, anxious
to reach orgasm with him.  He cried out loud, from a combination of his
coming as well as the hard bite I gave him on his shoulder.  I never let go
of the bite, but instead intensified it as I quickly followed and pumped
more of my semen into my gypsy.

            Both of our bodies were now covered with a thin film of sweat
and come, but I held onto the body in front of me, not letting him go.  He
only snuggled closer, never voicing any complaints otherwise.  Not wanting
him to be any sorer than he already would be later today, I pulled my limp
cock out of his body, eliciting a whimper out of the other man.  A few more
soft kisses on his neck and behind his ear soothed him down and sleep
overtook us one last time.

* * * * * Present time * * * * *

=Derik's POV=

            Tiredly, I looked down at my watch and saw that it was getting
close to ten o'clock, late evening.  Just a few minutes left until the end
of my shift.  Before leaving my office, I quickly pocketed the innocently
looking cellular that was sitting on my desk and decided to check in on
Smythe just one last time.

            As I rounded the corner, I saw the two uniformed men standing
on either side of the door quietly chatting with each other.  Both looked
as tired as I felt.  They stood more alert when they caught sight of me.

            "Evening Doctor," they said.

            "Hey guys."  I pointed a finger down a direction, "Listen, I'm
just going to check up on my patient for a few minutes.  It's late and the
security should be making their rounds pretty soon.  Why don't you guys
just go down to the cafeteria and grab yourselves a coffee?"

            They looked at each other and shrugged in agreement.  "Think we
will," one said to me as they both headed off into the direction I was
pointing at.  Upon entering the room, I found the injured man sleeping.
Quickly I checked his vitals: blood pressure, pulse, respiration and
temperature.  Everything looked to be fine; there were no major changes.

            I was stretching my back out, and massaging the back of my neck
when I heard the door open behind me.  Turning around, expecting to see a
nurse, I was instead startled to see a strange, unfamiliar man standing in
front of me.  I wasn't so much startled by his intimidating large size, or
the nasty sneer he gave my way.  What concerned me the most was actually
the black, shiny gun that he waved at me.

            "Okay Doc," he hissed.  "Let's not make a peep, one sound out
of you and it'll give me a reason to try out my new toy here."  To
re-enforce his threat, he shook the nozzle of the gun in front of me.  "Do
we have an understanding?"

            Slowly I nodded, not taking my eyes off of the weapon.

            "Now," he gave me an evil smile.  "Why don't you do me a huge
favour and unhook my buddy there from all those wires and shit, and you can
help me mosey on out of this hole."

            I looked over to where the sleeping man was laying.  "I don't
think that..."

            "I didn't ask to hear what you think, I asked you to unhook
Brad.  Get a move on," he snapped.  I resolutely closed my mouth shut and
proceed to do as told.

            I was quite conscious of the other man looming menacingly next
to me, watching my every move.  Taking a deep breath, trying to stay calm,
I carefully unhooked the IV's, electrodes, and the various many other
wires.  I started when I felt a sharp jab to my shoulder blade.

            "Hurry the fuck up," he barked.  "I haven't got all fucking
day."  Before I was able to protest, he reached around me and took a
handful of the wires and pulled savagely.  Then he pushed me aside to grab
the nearby wheelchair.  "Put him in," he ordered.

            Biting my tongue in frustration, I fought every medical
instinct to look my patient over, and proceeded to transfer Smythe to the
wheelchair.  "Let's get a move on Doc," he ordered.  He motioned for me to
push the chair through the door with a simple wave of the gun.  To my
dismay, the guards weren't back yet and far too soon I was being hustled
out of the hospital and into a waiting van.

            Quietly, under my breath I muttered about the lack of security
and reminded myself to have a chat with the department in charge as soon as
I was able to get out of this predicament.

            I struggled to get the still-unconscious man into the back of
the van, and turned around, expecting that the other man had no use of me
anymore.

            I was wrong.

            "Get behind the wheel," he ordered.  "Move it, now!"  He pushed
me through the passenger side, making me straddle over the centre console
and into the driver's seat, making sure to keep the end of the gun pointed
at me the whole time.  "Start driving Doc, move towards the highway.  Don't
try anything stupid; all I need is just one bullet..." he let the threat
hang in the air as I glared at him before starting up the vehicle.

            It was weird; normally it would take forever to pull out of the
hospital's property but tonight I had absolutely no trouble merging onto
traffic.  I muttered under my breath again at the irony.  My captor gave me
a dirty look at the sound and continued to keep a close eye on me.

            "Where exactly are we headed?" I asked.

            "Shut the fuck up, you're to speak only when spoken to."  I
rolled my eyes at the horrible clich^Î, but drove in silence.  After a few
minutes he finally spoke up again.  "You're going to take me into the
Valley where we're going to keep a low profile.  I've had enough of those
fucking detectives."  There was so much contempt in those spoken words.
Silence was maintained after that spat and I carried on driving.

            Every so often I would glance into the rear-view mirror in
hopes that someone had followed us.  To my dismay, there never was the same
car behind us.  As our drive continued further east, and the evening
progressed to late night, the amount of traffic around us diminished until
it was only our car on the highway.

            My eyes were half-closed in boredom from lack of noise and lack
of scenery.  There were trees to my left and trees to my right; white
dashes illuminated by the van's headlights for meters in front of me and
the silent presence of the man and his weapon beside me.

            "Exit here."  The sudden demand shocked me back to alertness
and I did as told, putting the turn signal on and pulling onto the ramp.  I
noticed that we were approaching the small town of Hope.

            Every so often my captor would order me a new direction to
take.  To my dismay, I saw that the area around us grew more and more
desolate, until finally we pulled in front of an abandoned looking house.
From what I could make out in the dark, the surrounding landscaping was
overgrown with weeds and dandelions, the grass being at least knee high.
The windows were boarded up, and the chipped paint job on the place looked
to be a clean white at one point in time long ago.

            "Pull the key out of the ignition and hand 'em over," the other
man demanded.  Once the keys were in his hand he got out of the van.  "Put
your hands up behind your head."  Briskly he moved around the front of the
vehicle, making sure to keep the end of the gun trained on me at all times.
He roughly pulled the door open on my side and dragged me out.  "Go get
Brad from the back," he said with a hard shove to my back.

            He kicked the front door of the house opened and with another
wave of the gun, I knew he wanted me inside.  I carefully maneuvered the
wheel chair with the still-unconscious man in it into the building.  Once
inside, I looked over at him for more instructions.  He nodded to the dusty
looking couch in the living room.  "Make him comfortable."

            I sighed and transfered my patient onto the piece of old
furniture as smoothly as I could, and tried to position him as well as
possible.  I was really worried about the state of the man's well being by
now and needed to check what vitals I could.  Not caring what my captor
would do, I quickly placed two of my fingers over Smythe's inner wrist and
proceeded to keep count of the pulse as I looked at my watch.  After
holding this for a minute and finding his heart rate to be within a
reasonable level, I next began to perform a quick physical look-over to
make sure that no further damage was done to him during the hasty retreat.

            I heard a quiet cough behind me and I turned around, having
momentarily forgotten about the other man.  "Is he okay?" he asked.

            "He seems fine, for now," I conceded.  "There's some slight
bleeding on his hand from having the IV's torn so carelessly, but he seems
fine otherwise."  My captor was seated in a nearby chair, a lit cigarette
in his hand.  He blew a steady stream of smoke out and carefully regarded
me.  I met his stare, refusing to be intimidated.

            "What's your name?" he finally asked.

            "Derik," I told him after a second's hesitation.  "I'm guessing
that you're the man that the police are looking for."

            He nodded.  "Call me Peter."  He took another slow drag and
seemed to stare off into the direction of his sleeping friend.  The gun he
held loose with his other hand, resting on top of his thigh.

            "Hey, you mind if I go for a piss?" I asked, suddenly feeling
the need to go.  He glared at me suspiciously before nodding.

            "Second door to your left down the hall.  If you're not out in
two minutes I'm going in after you."

            Finding the facilities, I quickly relieved myself and looked
around the small room as I did so.  The window above the toilet was too
high and too small for a grown man to climb out of, not to mention the fact
that it was covered up with plywood.  I was beginning to worry about how I
was going to be able to get myself out of here when I remembered the cell
phone I still had.  Quickly, I took it out and prayed that there was decent
reception in the area.  As luck would have it, I had about half strength
reception.  I opened it up and viewed through the phone numbers, hoping
that it had Detective Bennetti's phone number in it.

            Things were starting to look up again when I located the number
and I quickly dialed it.  I almost dropped the phone when someone from the
other side of the door started banging on it really loudly.  "I'm just
flushing up!" I yelled, just when I heard the other side picking up.  I
quickly looked around for a place to hide the phone and stuck it on the
grimy floor behind the toilet.  Then, I hurried to flushed the toilet and
straighten myself up before opening the door to face an agitated Hunt.

            "What the fuck took you so long?" he reached in to firmly grab
me by the arm and dragged me into a bedroom.  He still held the gun in the
other hand so I didn't try to resist.  He pushed me into the room and threw
me onto the bed.  I sat myself up and noticed rope lying beside me.  Hunt
began to loop the rope around the middle of the headboard before roughly
tying my hands together with the ends.  "Stay quiet and I better not get
any trouble out of you," he barked before slamming the door shut behind
him.  I sighed for the nth time this night and wondered once more when this
was going to end.

=Sean's POV=

            As I approached home, I noticed a few patrol cars parked
outside my building.  I saw George pacing impatiently outside and I quickly
pulled over to where he was.  He ran over when he spotted me, a furious
look on his face.

            "Where in God's name have you been in the last hour?" he
demanded.  Before I had the chance to answer he continued on, "We've lost
Smythe dammit.  And Doctor Friesen's gone too.  Surveillance camera shows
the two of them taken at gunpoint by Hunt."

            My throat tightened and I felt bile start to rise up.  "Where
the fuck were the guards?  And the damned security?"

            "Long story," George growled when his cellular started to ring.
"Bennetti," he barked.  His frown deepened.  "Hello?" he asked loudly,
before looking confused.  He pulled the phone away from his ear and glanced
down at the caller id for the first time.  "It's your number.  It must be
Friesen.  There's some yelling in the background but I can't make it out,"
he said to me.  He covered up the mouthpiece.  "Somebody get me a trace on
this call!" he barked out to surrounding personnel.  There was a flurry of
people running around as computers and other equipment were being set up.

            George and I took this time to gear up into bulletproof vests,
earpieces, and radios as were many other officers around us.  It was
several minutes before someone finally called out to us.

            "We have a location, pinpointed to Hope.  It's coming from just
outside of city centre," called the I.T. unit.

            "Upload it to the units.  We're heading out," yelled George as
he hurriedly seated himself into the driver's seat, with me quickly
following behind into the passenger side.  Lights flashing and sirens
blaring loudly, we left the quiet neighbourhood and sped towards the
TransCanada Highway.  Five more marked units followed behind us.

            "So what were you up to earlier?"  I looked up from the
built-in laptop as the trace was being downloaded in.

            "Nothing much.  Just headed out to the bar with an old friend
of mine."  I returned my gaze back to the screen in front of me and punched
a few more keys in, bringing up a schematic of Hope.  "We'll need to inform
the Hope authorities, get ourselves some backup."

            "Wait a bit first, at least until we pass Abbotsford.  I don't
want them going in too soon and scaring Hunt off.  In fact, I want all
sirens off as soon as we get within city limits."  I glanced up and saw
that we were doing almost 150km/h and roughly calculated our arrival to our
destination in probably just over two hours.

            We drove in silence for a few more moments before I finally
asked, "How long were you looking for me before I showed up?"

            George gave me a quick look before focussing his attention back
on the road again.  "Roughly around 10 o'clock our guys at the hospital
contacted me about Smythe's disappearance.  Apparently Doctor Friesen
offered to look after the guy so that they can grab something to drink.
They were gone for no more than 10 minutes when they returned and found
both men gone.

            "They went over the surveillance tapes to determine what
happened.  Sheer fucking luck was what Hunt had on his side.  We've been
trying to contact you here at home ever since.  I tried calling your cell
first but remembered that you didn't have it on you when I received your
voicemail.  I was just about to start a rescue when you finally showed up."

            I clenched my teeth and growled in frustration.  What the hell
was I thinking anyway?  How could I let myself be talked into going out
without any means of communication when I knew I was in the middle of a top
priority investigation?  My stomach churned when I thought about exactly
how it was I spent the last few hours while half of Vancouver's PD were out
looking for me.

            So now I not only have one offender running around loose in the
Lower Mainland, but now I had two AND a hostage on top of that.  I typed a
few more keys into the computer, trying to bring up a zoom-in.  When the
screen didn't process as quickly as I had wanted, I started to jab at the
ENTER key savagely, meanwhile cursing under my breath.  The jabbing
progressed to me beating my fist onto the keyboard.

            "Would you fucking stop?" George raised his voice at me.
Spitefully, I slammed the screen down hard, my palm remaining flat on top.
"You wanna tell me what's going on or do I need to drop you off here on the
side of the road?"

            "We were so close, George!  We're supposed to have both Smythe
and Hunt behind the safe confines of cell bars.  We're supposed to be
selecting a jury and preparing for a sentence...not fucking chase them
around the province in hopes of catching them!  They have over a three hour
lead and a hostage with them."  I knew I was getting hysterical as I ran my
hands through my hair.  I thought about Derik and couldn't help but wonder
how he's coping.

            "Hey, would you please get your shit together and calm the fuck
down already?" George chewed out.  "You're not the only one in this okay?
It's not like I'm sitting back on the couch and enjoying a good game or in
bed with the wife right now.  I want these assholes behind bars just as
badly as you do, not roaming around God-knows-where.  You don't think I
don't worry every time Elaine goes out with the girls while knowing that we
have men like Hunt and Smythe out there on the loose?"

            I blew out a heavy breath and leaned my head back into the
headrest.  I listened to the sounds of the sirens and the wind against the
windows.  Closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose, I processed
over what my partner just said and I slowly felt myself start to calm down.
When I had finally opened my eyes again after several minutes, I looked
over at George to see him giving me a concerned glance.

            "Thanks Bennetti, I needed that."

=Derik's POV=

            Tiredly, I leaned against the back of the headboard and stared
around the room.  The rope tied around my hands offered me only about a
couple feet of slack to work with, so I couldn't even stand up to stretch
out.  I looked up towards the door.  It was closed but the walls of this
house were so thin I was able to hear most of what was going on in the room
next to me.

            I heard raised voices.  Smythe must've just woken up.  He
sounded distressed and I could hear Hunt trying to calm him down.  The
voices only got louder when the door to the room suddenly flew opened and
Hunt stormed in.

            "What the fuck happened to Brad?" he demanded angrily.  I
looked at him for a bit, wondering what to say.  He impatiently came over
and grabbed the hair on the back of my head, wrenching my neck back to face
him.  "I asked what the hell happened to my friend?  Why doesn't he know
who I am?  What's wrong with him?"

            I coughed at the abrupt cut in oxygen.  "He's developed
amnesia," I managed to croak out.  I grabbed at my throat and instinctively
massaged it the best I could with my hands when he let go.  I coughed a bit
more.  "He has no recollection of anything up until 3 days ago."

            "He's fucking scared of me!" he cried incredulously.  I nodded
over to the gun he was waving around madly.  He cursed some more and left
the room.  I heard more voices and some scuffling before he reappeared
again, this time with a firm grip around Smythe's arm.  The young man
appeared pale and looked alarmed.

            He looked relieved when he recognized me.  "Doctor Friesen,
what's going on?" he asked worriedly.  Hunt snorted in disgust and threw
his friend onto the bed beside me.  Smythe grabbed onto the scrub top I was
wearing and glanced nervously over at Hunt.

            Hunt sighed tiredly and shook his head.  "Buddy, I'm not going
to hurt you okay?  Just... just get some sleep will ya?"  With that, he
turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.  I
heard the faint click of a lock being turned and looked down at the man
sitting next to me.

            "Are you okay?" I asked him.  "Let me see you right arm."  He
did as told and I was glad to see the lesion on his right hand had scabbed
over.  "Are you feeling alright?  Any signs of
nausea?... Dizziness?... Faint?"  Smythe shook his head and looked around
the room.

            "Where are we?" he asked.

            "Some abandoned house in Hope.  That's about all I know."

            "Who is that man?  He said his name is Peter."

            I bit at my lower lip, wondering how much I should tell him.  I
didn't want to trigger any emotional or violent recall, especially since I
wasn't able to defend myself.  "Peter is your friend, Brad.  Do you
remember when those detectives questioned you earlier this afternoon about
the man they were looking for?"  Smythe nodded slowly and I thought
carefully about what I was going to say next.  "Well, that's him out there
and I'm guessing he's holding us in this room until he figures out what to
do with us."

            "The rapist," Smythe whispered.  He started to stare off into
space.  "He called me friend," he realized.  I grimaced, nodding.  "Oh man,
I don't feel so good all of the sudden."  He laid his head down close to me
and covered part of his face with the material from my top, his eyes were
staring off into space.  I was starting to get worried when his eyes slowly
began to droop and soon, he was asleep.  Realizing that there was nothing
more I could do but wait, I decided to close my eyes and tried to get some
rest myself.

* * * * * 6 years ago * * * * *

            I stretched long and hard, blinking rapidly against the bright
lights of the sun.  Looking over at the sleeping body beside me, I smiled
and placed a soft kiss onto a naked shoulder before carefully trying to
remove myself without waking my lover up.  Glancing down at my watch, I saw
that I had just under an hour before I had to report to the station.

            I needed to get ready in a hurry, and that included taking a
shower as I cringed at the sight and feel of dried semen on my stomach and
crotch.  Only living a few houses down, I decided to just quickly run over
and fix myself up before returning here to wake my gypsy up.  Silently, I
pulled the mask off of my face, changed back into my costume clothes and
took one more indulgent look at the sleeping figure in bed before slipping
out of the room.

            No more than 20 minutes could've gone by when I finally
returned.  I was heart-stricken to find the bed empty.  Frantically, I
searched around the room for evidence of his clothes and finding none, I
extended my search out into the hallways and into various different rooms
in hopes that I would find him again.  When I ran into Paul, who was
sleepily making his way down into the kitchen, I grabbed him by the collars
of his housecoat and demanded to know what happened to my gypsy.

            He looked at me like I had gone insane.  "Whoa, Sean... slow
down.  What the hell are you talking about?  And what are you doing here?
I thought you'd gone home last night?"

            "There was a man here last night dressed like a gypsy.  I spent
the night with him and only left this morning to go home to change for
work.  I came back here wanting to find out who he was and now he's gone!
Tell me who he is!"

            Paul snickered.  "Hey, so you did get yourself laid last
night..." he sputtered when I started to shake him violently.  I gave him a
deathly glare and he sobered up a bit.  "Sean, I don't have a clue who he
is.  A lot of the people I invited brought guests and friends over.  I only
knew maybe about a third of the people that were here last night."

            "Paul, I need to find out who this guy is.  I'm so fucking
serious."

            The other man shrugged helplessly.  "I'm sorry, Sean.  I can
ask around and find out if anyone knows who he is.  That's the best I can
do."  I muttered discontentedly, but let him go.  He studied me for a bit.
"Didn't you say you have to be at work this morning?"

            Looking down at my watch again, I saw that I was going to be
late.  I took off, speeding through the city and swearing all the way
there, mentally preparing myself for a long day at work.  I wondered how I
was going to function knowing that I would be thinking about my gypsy for
the rest of the day.

* * * * * Present Time * * * * *

            We pulled into Hope's RCMP station and met with the crew there
in order to choreograph the rescue attempt.  One of our I.T. guys showed
them where our trace was coming from and they recognized the area to be
secluded farmlands.

            "There's a few residential buildings in the vicinity," said one
of the Mounties.  He was introduced to us as Constable John Allens.  After
studying the map a bit more, he nodded and looked up at George and me.
"I'm pretty sure there's also a couple of houses that are abandoned.  He's
most likely hiding out in one of those."

            "Get a few of your men ready to head out in 5 minutes.  We want
to grab them before they decide to head out again," George requested.  As
Allens barked a few orders out, my partner turned to me and grimaced.
"Second time's a charm right?"

            "That's 'third time'," I retorted.

            "No thanks, I rather not have to go through this again."

* * * * *

            Peter Hunt nervously paced the length of the dark living room.
Impulsively he would peer through the thin and tattered curtain to check
outside for any unwanted company.  He stopped for a bit and dropped his gun
onto a nearby table and lit up a cigarette.

Frustrated, he ran a hand through this disheveled hair and wondered how he
was going to be able to get out of this with Brad.  He knew it would be
difficult, especially now with Brad having amnesia.  He never thought to
account for that.  Sure he knew that his friend would be injured
physically, but how was he going to convince the other man to escape the
province when he didn't even recognize him?

            Then there was the doctor to consider.  Taking him hostage was
an impulsive move.  He was originally planning to ditch him once they got
to the van, but last minute decided that he might come in handy.  Peter
gave himself a mental pat on the back on that decision, now seeing how Brad
was calmer when he was around the physician.

            He snubbed the butt of his cigarette into an ashtray and paced
over to the bedroom door.  Quietly, he unlocked it and looked inside at the
two figures on the bed.

            Both men were asleep.  Brad had his limbs thrown haphazardly
around Derik.  The doctor looked less comfortable, as his arms were tied
and pulled above his head.  Peter leaned over and nudged him awake with his
knee.  He watched as Derik startled and blinked rapidly, quickly turning
his head around to survey unfamiliar surroundings.

            His blue eyes finally settled upon Peter and they narrowed
warily.  "Thirsty?" he asked the doctor.  The eyes narrowed some more for a
second before Derik finally nodded.  Peter left the room to the kitchen to
fill a glass with tap water.  When he returned, he found the doctor was
still lying on his back.

            "If I move he'll wake up," Derik mumbled.  Even as he spoke,
Brad began to cuddle closer as he continued to sleep.  "And he needs all
the rest he can get, he's still recovering from his injuries."

            "How long will his amnesia last for?"  Peter sat down on the
edge of the bed by Derik's leg.

            "It varies on how well he's able to restore his long term
memory through association of present time occurrences.  It could take
days, weeks, months or even years."

            "Years?" he cried incredulously.  "He'll be useless to me
then."

            Derik shrugged.  "Maybe you should just let the two of us go
and escape while you still can."

            Peter glared at him.  "Don't be stupid.  Like hell I'll be
leaving Brad behind.  He's going to recover, we're going to escape, and
you're going to help us do that."  At the raised voice, Brad moved in his
sleep again and moaned.  Both Derik and Peter looked over as the
still-sleeping man wrapped his arm more tightly around Derik's waist.  Then
with a sigh and a smile on his face, he pressed his groin firmly against
the physician's thigh, grinding slightly.

            Derik frowned and looked slightly uncomfortable.  He shifted in
an attempt to create some space between him and the other man, in which
Brad responded by pulling the man closer by the waist.

            Peter watched this scene with amusement.  He placed a hand on
Derik's other thigh, which immediately got the other man's attention.  "You
know," he began to leer, "Brad and I worked over those whores because I
prefer them with breasts and a nice cunt.  I know he doesn't mind either
way and for you, I can make an exception."

            The blue eyes widened briefly before narrowing down again.
"Thanks, but I don't have sexual relations with my patients and you really
aren't my type."

            "Are you sure?  I know I'll have fun.  We'll get to be much
more rougher with you than we were able to with all the other bitches."
Peter followed the long length of the doctor's legs, up the lean body and
to the man's face.  There was light brown stubble on the chin, and the
features were definitely masculine, but he was probably able to look past
that.  After all, a hole was a hole.

            He tried to look on the brighter side; Derik's looks were
attractive enough... for a man.  There was the symmetrical bone structure,
the perfectly shaped eyebrows, the straight nose, and of course those blue
eyes.  Peter smirked at the glare he was on the receiving end of, he can
just imagine those eyes glazed over with pain as he works through that
tight ass with those long legs thrown over his shoulders.

            He slowly slid his hand higher up on the muscular thigh, only
the thin cotton of the blue scrubs separated the touch.  "And look at you,
all tied up with nowhere to go," he crooned.

            Derik kicked his leg out and tried to aim it at Peter's head,
but the other man was quicker and caught the limb in his hands.  The sudden
jerk jostled Brad awake however.  Sleepily, he sat up and focussed his
eyes.  He saw how close he was lying next to the doctor and moved back.
Then he noticed the other man, Peter, was holding onto Derik by the leg.

            "What's going on?" he asked uncertainly.  "What are you doing
to Doctor Friesen?"  Peter hastily let go of the leg and smiled at his
friend.

            "We're just fooling around, that's all.  Are you feeling better
Brad?  Do you remember who I am yet?"

            Brad frowned and shook his head.  Then he turned over to look
at Derik.  He saw that he was breathing more heavily and looking somewhat
alarmed.  "Are you alright?" he asked concernedly.

            Derik gave him a quick glance and a tight smile.  "Everything's
fine," he answered.  Brad didn't miss the wary glance the doctor gave to
their captor and frowned some more.  He turned back to look at Peter.
"Maybe you should go and leave us alone for a bit."  Looking surprised, the
other nodded and left the room, but not before throwing a dirty leer over
at the man beside him.

=Derik's POV=

            I took deep breaths to calm myself as I watched Hunt leave the
room.  A shudder passed over me as I tried to brush off what just happened.
When I looked over at Smythe, I saw that he was looking at me, worry
written all over his face.  "I'm fine," I assured him.

            "Did he hurt you?"

            "No, I'm okay," I insisted firmly.  "Now how about you?  How do
you feel?"

            Smythe grimace and moved his body around gingerly.  "I feel
like shit.  I hurt all over and I have one hell of a headache, but other
than that I'm okay."  The younger man sighed and curled his knees up to his
chest, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his chin on top.  "Are
we going to get out of here, Doctor Friesen?"

            "I hope so.  I really hope so."

=Sean's POV=

            "Alright, like I said before, there are only a few houses in
this area that should be abandoned," Allen's voice crackled through the
radio as the units silently made their way through the quiet neighbourhood,
sirens and lights all turned off.  "Very few cars make their way through
these roads though.  It'll be suspicious if they hear all these engines and
tires coming through at once."

            "Our car's the only one that's unmarked here.  We'll go on
ahead and scout the area.  I want all units to stay back on the ready for
our signal.  Allens, you'll need to tell us which houses we're after," I
released the receiver button for an answer.

            "Near the end of that road there should be two houses, both on
the left.  You'll know which ones are the abandoned ones by the unkempt
landscaping and boarded up doors and windows."

            "Got it.  Stay tuned guys."  I put the receiver away and looked
into the sideview mirror as George continued to drive further down the
deserted road, watching the cars behind me get smaller with distance.  "I'm
giddy with anticipation," I said blandly while pulling my gun out and
checking one last time to make sure that there was a cartridge in.

            The first three houses we drove by were lived in.  There were
cars in the driveway and lights on outside.  When we came upon the first
abandonment, further down the road, we saw a white van parked in the
garage.  The windows were indeed boarded up, but there was a weak light
coming out from the inside.  I looked over at George and we both knew that
luck was finally on our side.

            "I think this is it boys.  Got it in the first try.  It's about
2 clicks down on your left.  All units move in.  It's time to go Hunt-ing."

            "That was fucking lame Sean," George muttered as he pulled a
U-turn.  (AN: sorry, just can't help myself again)

            "I know.  I couldn't help myself."

=Derik's POV=

            I was beginning to doze off again when I heard the sound of
several cars pulling up.  Car doors, heavy footsteps and voices could be
heard.  The bedroom door was then suddenly thrown open and a panic-stricken
Hunt rushed into the room.  He went and grabbed for Smythe with one hand,
his other hand brandishing the gun.

            "Fucking cops are here.  How the fuck did they find us?"  He
looked at me with a crazy look in his eyes.  "You," he pointed the end of
his gun at me.  "You better not be wearing a wire."

            I shook my head insistently.  "No, trust me I'm not."

            He let go of his grip on the pale looking Smythe and jumped
onto the bed to straddle me.  Roughly, he jabbed the nozzle up against my
throat.  I swallowed hard, feeling the cold metal on my skin.  "You surely
won't mind if I look then, would you?  And I swear to God I'll plant a
bullet right here in your neck if I find anything on you."  Hunt grabbed
onto the v-neck of the top and pulled hard, ripping the material down the
center.  He pulled the material apart, eyes searching just to make sure
that I wasn't hiding anything.

            Just then the front door was broken through and several
officers with their weapons drawn in front of them barraged into the
bedroom.  They surrounded the bed, their guns all trained on Hunt.  Two
plainclothes men made their way to the front.  I breathed a sigh of relief
when I recognized the two detectives.

            "Drop your weapon and put your hands up in the air," Sean
ordered loudly.  "Fucking do it, Hunt."

            Hunt stabbed his gun deeper into my throat, causing me to
cough.  "I don't think so.  If I go, so does the good doctor."

            "Don't do anything stupid, Hunt," George warned.  "You know
this is over.  Let's just drop the weapon and call it a night."

            "Shut the fuck up!" Hunt cried hysterically.  "We did those
fucking whores a favour!  Worthless bitches, getting fucked for money.
They ruin the lives of good men and destroy families.  We ended their
misery; nobody would have missed them!"

            "Hunt, drop your fucking weapon and I'm not going to ask you
again," Sean barked.

            "Fuck you asshole!" Hunt screamed.

=Sean's POV=

            I was seething.  That prick needed to back up away from Derik
now.  I couldn't explain it, and quite frankly I really didn't care why,
but seeing the bastard straddling down Derik, who had his shirt ripped down
the front, was driving me to fury.

            Hunt's gun was firmly placed into Derik's neck and I wasn't
going to do anything to set that trigger off, despite my sudden need to rip
the kid's head apart.  As it was, my finger was already itching to pull the
trigger on my very own gun.

            "Hunt, you know that Doctor Friesen has nothing to do with
this.  Let's let him go and we'll discuss this," George suggested calmly.

            "I don't fucking think so."

            "Peter, you're safety's still on you dumb-fuck," Smythe yelled
at him.

            "No it's not," Hunt claimed.  He briefly took the gun away from
Derik's throat to examine his weapon regardless, and that was just the
opportunity we needed.  I shot the kid in the right shoulder, which was the
arm the gun was held.  Hunt cried out in pain and Smythe took this time to
kick his accomplice in the chest with the heel of his foot.  There was a
split second everyone felt surprised at this but didn't act upon it as all
the men surrounded the fallen man, guns aimed down at him.

            A few other men went to surround Smythe, who was looking very
pale and sickly by this point.  I went over to Derik and started to untie
the rope around his wrists.

            "How you feeling?" I asked as I worked at the crude knots.  I
threw a fleeting glance over the exposed tanned skin of his torso and felt
a warmth go through my body.

            "Been better," he croaked.  "You got my call I take it?"

            "Yeah.  Where'd you hide it?"

            He gave me a lopsided grin.  "You might want to look behind the
toilet."  I frowned at him, severely hoping that he was joking with me.

            "Doctor Friesen?"  We looked over at the quiet voice coming
from the man lying next to him on the bed.  There were some medics moving
around him, attaching various tubes to him.  "Are you okay?"

            "Brad, I'm telling you this for the last time.  I'm fine."
Smythe gave him a weak smile before closing his eyes, falling into
unconsciousness.

            I finally had the rope untied and Derik brought his wrists
close to him, massaging blood back into them.  I gave his naked chest one
more last look, and saw how smooth and lean his body is.  "Can I get a
blanket here please?" I yelled out.  A minute later a thin blanket was in
my hands and I gave it to Derik to wrap around himself.

            "Thanks," he murmured.  He looked over to where Smythe was
being placed onto a stretcher.  "So what's going to happen to him?  He
helped you bring down Hunt, you know."

            "Yeah, but a crime's a crime.  We may be able to reduce his
sentence somewhat, but it really depends on the jury and how capable his
lawyer is."  One of the medics came over to Derik and started to ask him
general questions of his health.  Then he was requested to follow her into
the ambulatory vehicle for a more thorough lookover.  "I'll see you
around," I said to him, cringing to myself at the lameness of it all.  He
nodded, a slightly confused look on his face, before he followed the woman
out of the bedroom.

            George walked up to me, a pleased _expression on his face.  "We
did it, Sean.  The search is finally over; time to go home.  I don't know
about you, but I'm sleeping in tomorrow.  Then maybe I'll take the girls to
Science World."  We slowly started to head back towards the black car, when
one of the officers ran up to us.

            "Detective Perry."  I looked over with disinterest, all the
hard work was now done, what could they possibly need me for still?  "We
found this and believe it belongs to you."  He held up a plastic bag for me
to take.  I inspected its contents, with only the moon for light.

            "Oh my God," I made a face.

            George tried to see what it was I held with interest.  "What's
in the bag?"

            "My cell phone," I continued to stare at it in disbelief.

            "Man, what's that sticky stuff on it?  And is that hair?"
George frowned and squinted his eyes to get a better look.

            "Officer, where did you find this?"

            "Behind the toilet, sir."

            "That's gross," George mumbled, taking a step back away from
the bag.  I, myself, held the plastic by two fingers and as far away as my
arm would extend from me.

            "Throw it away for me.  I don't think I'll be using it again."
I handed the bag back to the other man.  "Thanks," I mumbled as he took it
in the opposite direction.  The two of us continued walking back to the
car.  "Tomorrow, I'm going to buy myself a new cell phone."

* * * * * 5 years ago * * * * *

            Paul watched me with disgust all over his face.  He was perched
on top of the bathroom sink looking down at me as I made another offer to
the toilet.  The smell of bile and alcohol was quickly filling the small
room.

            "Why do you do this to yourself?" Paul sighed.  He made a face
at me, as I looked up at him, skin clammy and eyes bloodshot.

            "I only had a few drinks," I groaned.  "Can't a guy celebrate
his own promotion with a few drinks?"  I moved cautiously over the toilet
as I felt my stomach start to lurch again.

            "Buddy, I'm feeling sorry for your liver.  You did not have
only a few drinks, my friend.  You should be enjoying yourself out tonight
with the guys at the station, not crashing over here alone drunk like a
dog."  With a heavier sigh, Paul jumped off the counter and moved to help
me up to my feet.  "C'mon, upsy-daisy."

            I leaned heavily against my friend, unable to properly find my
balance.  "I came 'cause you're my bestest friend," I slurred, squinting
hard in front of me to see where I was going.  "You're always there for me
when I need you the most.  Oh what would I eeeeever do without you?" I sang
off-key.

            "Dude, please stop singing," Paul appealed to me as he
maneuvered us up the stairs and into one of his spare rooms.  "It's bed
time for you.  That's right, just one step at a time."

            Even in my drunken state I knew where he was taking me and I
stopped us right outside the doorway.  "No," I growled.

            "No?"  Paul frowned and tried to push me through the door.
"Let's move it Sean, you're heavy and you stink."

            "Not this bedroom," I moaned.  "Never this bedroom."

            "Why not?  Buddy, let's move it already."

            I sunk to my knees, taking the other man down with me.  "This
is the room my gypsy and I shared.  I miss my gypsy," I began to sob.  "Why
did he leave me, Paul?" I implored.  "He was the one for me... and he left
me.  You would never leave me, right Paul?"

            "Sean, of course I won't.  But that was almost a year ago,
you're going to have to move on and accept the fact that he'll never be
back.  You're a detective now, let's grow up and move on."  He braced
himself to lift me up to my feet again.

            "Please, not this room," I whispered.  "Any room but this
room."

            "Difficult prick," Paul grumbled before steering me off to
another room.  "Fine, sleep here then.  The bed's smaller and not half as
comfortable, take it or leave it."  He dragged me the best he could into
that room and dropped me onto the bed.

            "I'm a detective now?" I closed my eyes and pondered aloud.

            "Yes, though God knows how," came a muttered response.

            "I'm going to locate my gypsy's whereabouts.  I'm going to find
him Paul," I said resolutely.

            "Okay Sean.  I believe you, now close your eyes and sleep."

* * * * * Present Time * * * * *

            I strolled through the halls of the post-op ward, whistling and
in a general good mood.  Peter Hunt is safely behind bars and Brad Smythe
has recovered well enough so that we were able to transfer him to medium
security.

            I paused at the administrative desk and made eye contact with
the nurse behind the counter.  "Can you tell me where I can find Dr. Derik
Friesen?"

            She pulled a screen up on her computer and scrolled through a
timetable.  "He's not scheduled for any surgeries today, he should be
making his basic rounds or he may be in his office.  Would you like me to
page him for you?"

            "No thank you.  I'll try his office first, can you tell me
where to find it?"  I listened carefully to her instructions and took off
in the direction she pointed to.  I was still whistling, smiling at the
nurses and attendants I passed by.  When I finally approached the
appropriate door, I gave a quick knock, crossing my fingers in hopes that
the man I was looking for would be inside.

            "Come in," came a voice from the other side.  I let myself
through the door and smiled brilliantly at the physician.  "Detective
Perry," he returned the smile hesitantly.  "What a surprise.  What can I do
for you today?"

            "I just needed to pick up the medical file you have on Brad
Smythe.  We need to get his history down to our prison medical staff."

            "You could have just called.  I would have faxed it for you."
I shrugged and seated myself on the edge of his large desk.  Curiously, I
picked up a wayward file.  After skimming through it and finding the
writing undecipherable, I put it back down where I found it and looked at
him expectantly.

            Derik pushed himself away from the desk and walked towards a
large filing cabinet.  Long, slender fingers brushed through the multitude
of folders before settling on one, pulling out a thin stack.  "I'll get one
of the administrators to copy this for you.  Did you want to wait or I
could have it fed-exed to you?"

            I picked up a stethoscope and put it around my neck.  "I can
wait for it," I said before plugging the earpieces into my ears.  I watched
as the other man rolled his eyes before stepping out of the room.
Experimentally I placed the scope piece to my chest, wanting to see what I
would hear.  There was too much rustling from the surface of my shirt, so I
undid a few buttons and placed the end against my skin.

            For several minutes I silently amused myself with the
stethoscope.  Breathe deep, hold breath, talk loud, hum, cough...

            "Enjoying yourself?"  I hastily pulled it out of my shirt and
took the instrument out of my ears.  Sheepishly I grinned at him and
accepted the large envelope he handed out to me.  I took the papers from
inside and browsed through them, frowning as I tried to make out the poor
handscript.  "Is there anything else I can do for you, Det. Perry?"  Derik
stood by the cabinet as he returned the original folder back to its
rightful place.

            "Yeah, a translator.  Is this your writing?"  I waved the
papers in front of me at him.  "I didn't think that doctors really write
this messy.  It's chicken scratch."  The physician tensed up as he
straightened up.

            "I'm fairly certain that your medical staff is more than
capable of deciphering my... chicken scratch."  He crossed his arms in
front of him and tilted his head to one side.  "Would that be all then?"

            I took my time putting the papers back into the envelope and
carefully regarded him.  His blue eyes glared back at me in a vaguely
familiar way.  I tried to put my finger on that feeling I was experiencing
in his presence.  Putting the file down onto the desk, I slowly stood up
and walked over to where the other man stood.

            Delightfully, I watched as a look of confusion and uncertainty
crossed over Derik's attractive features.  He took a small step backwards
as I narrowed the distance between us further.  "Detective?" he asked
hesitantly.

            I waited until I stood no more than a foot away from him before
answering.  "Call me Sean," I said quietly.

            He frowned.  "S.Sean, what's this?  What's going on here?"  He
nervously licked his lower lip and I instantly focused in on the action.
Then I looked up at him again, hypnotized by his eyes... those wonderfully
blue eyes.  A sense of d^Îj^È vu passed through me, but again, I wasn't
able to place my finger on it.

=Derik's POV= (AN: please, please, please to remember to use
protection... this is FICTION!)

            To say that I was confused and alarmed would be understating
the current situation I seemed to have found myself in.  I can feel the
warm breath and smell the aftershave of the man that stood in front of me.
"Sean?" I tried again.

            I couldn't look away from those green eyes.  I remembered
seeing eyes that were as green as these once upon a time.  It was several
years ago, on probably the most wonderful night in my life.  The whole
evening was spent in bed making love with a nameless, faceless stranger.  I
cringed inwardly as I recalled being sore for a few days afterwards.

            It was an impulsive move.  I never planned on sleeping with
anyone that night, but the minute I had set eyes on that stranger long ago,
I knew I was lost.  It was the first and last time I had ever made love
with a man.  He was so tender and so considerate, as the night progressed
into the early hours of the next morning I had foolishly believed that a
relationship might develop.

            Only, I had woken up by myself, all alone in the bed.  I could
still smell his scent on me.  I looked around the room to make sure that he
hadn't just up and left.  When I saw that nothing of his was left behind, I
admitted to myself that it was merely a one night stand for the other man,
quickly got dressed, and left the house before I was detected.  I was
ashamed of what I did, and more than a bit heartbroken.  In my naivet^Î, I
had read too much into the stranger's soft caresses and whispered
endearments.

            Shaking my head to clear myself, I firmly placed a hand on
Sean's chest to halt his approach, finally able to break eye contact.  "Are
you attracted to me?"  I snapped my neck to look back at him, eyes wide and
shocked.  He wore a cocky _expression on his face that made me want to
punch the smug bastard.

            "You're insane," I told him.

            "Maybe, but do you deny that you feel a sexual tension between
the two of us?  Can't you just feel the electricity cracking?"

            "The only thing that's going to crackle is my fist against your
jaw if you don't step back, Detective," I gritted my teeth together.

            "I don't think so, Doctor."  He faintly brushed his lips across
my cheek.  "Would you hold it against me if I kissed you?"  Lips brushed
lightly across mine before I was able to answer.

            There was static at the touch.  I found myself wanting more.
Surprising myself, I leaned in and deepened the kiss before the other man
had pulled back.  There was a pleased chuckle coming out from Sean, which
pissed me off, so I kissed him hard and brutally.

            The chuckle became laughter and arms wrapped themselves firmly
around me, trapping me in place.  If I had tried hard enough I knew I would
have been able to break myself of that hold with little effort, but when I
felt his tongue enter my mouth I lost focus of what was happening.  I was
slowly getting lost in all the sensations I was experiencing.

            He broke the kiss and I gasped for a much-needed breath.  As he
littered small nips and bites down my throat, I tried to remember what it
was I was doing.  I needed to stop this, I was in a public place, and
someone can walk in.  "Door," I managed to get out.

            Sean stopped and pulled back.  He stretched over with an arm
and deftly turned the lock on the doorknob.  "Situation rectified," he
smirked.  "Now, where were we?"  He leaned in close, taking me into his
arms again.

            "Wait," I pushed my hand against his chest determinedly.  "What
are we doing?  Why me?  Why now?  I thought you can't stand me?"

            "You're right, I can't.  But oddly enough, I find you very
attractive and can't seem to get you out of my head for the last few
nights.  I just want to see how the real thing adds up to my fantasies."

            "You're such a sweet talker," I sneered.

            "It's a gift.  So, what will it take to get into your pants?"

            "Your heart," I spat at him.

            He raised an eyebrow at me and grinned.  "Sorry, I gave that
away years ago, but will you take Visa?"  Sean pulled me roughly towards
him, causing me to lose my balance and fall over him.  I let myself be
steered towards my desk and felt the hand at the small of my back, pushing
me over the large surface.

            "I'm not sure you're credit's large enough to afford me,
Detective."  I glared at him as I let him undo my belt and the front of my
pants.  Then I heard the sound of his zipper going down.  Closing my eyes,
I braced myself for the penetration.

            "Oh, no need to worry, Doctor.  I'm sure you'll find my credit
more than sufficient."  He spat into his palm and slicked up his cock as
best as he can.

When I felt the head of his penis nudge at my entrance, I bit my lower lip.
My heart was pounding with both fear and anticipation.  I suddenly found
myself wanting Sean to so badly take me, which humiliated and excited me at
once.  "Aren't you even going to take me out to dinner first?  Or a movie
at least?"  Sarcasm dripped from my voice.

            The entrance was slow and fairly painful, but despite the harsh
intentions, I knew that the other man was being very careful with me.  I
let out a quiet moan as I felt soft pubic hair brush against my ass,
indicating that Sean was now buried to the hilt within me.  He stopped
moving to let myself adjust to his size, which surprised me.  "Are you
okay, Doctor?"

            "Your concern is touching," I groaned.  The pain slowly gave
way to pleasure and I started to rock myself back onto the dick I was
impaled on.  "Well?  Don't tell me your credit's maxed out."  Taking it as
a challenge, Sean grabbed either side of my hips and started to pound hard
into me.  His cock rubbed against my prostate a few times, causing me to
moan into my hand in an attempt to muffle noises.  It wasn't long, however,
until I felt the man behind me stiffen and a warmth flooded my insides.

            He stayed inside of me for a few minutes, the both of us
breathing hard.  Our clothes were still on and the material felt sticky
against my skin.  When he finally pulled out of me, he did so carefully to
make sure not to cause me any unnecessary pain.  I quickly pulled my pants
back up and tucked my shirt in.  Patiently, I waited until he too was also
dressed.

            When Sean finally looked up at me, I saw the regret on his
face.  Suddenly angry, without thinking I raised my fist and aimed a
perfect landing against his jaw.  The force of my punch threw him back a
bit and he pressed his hand against his injury, shock and pain expressed in
his eyes.

            "Get the fuck out of my office," I snarled.  "Get out!"  I saw
him hesitate for a brief moment, like he wanted to say something, but
finally in the end he unlocked the door and quietly exited.

            Exhausted and sore, I fell into my chair and closed my eyes.
This was the second time I've fallen for a beautiful face and a wonderful
pair of green eyes... will I never learn?

=Sean's POV=

            Nurses looked at me in concern as I dazedly made my way back
out of the hospital.  I knew I was bleeding and an impressive bruise must
have developed by now.  Gingerly, I deviated my jaw from side to side to
make sure that it wasn't broken.

            Swearing, I let myself into my black F-150 and checked myself
out with the rear-view mirror.  Yeah, this is going to take some explaining
back at the station.  As I made my way out of the parking lot, smarting
from the throbbing pain emanating from my jaw, I thought about what had
just happened.  "Oh God, I'm such a slut," I groaned.

            I stopped at a red light and swore some more, just realizing
that I had left Smythe's medical file back at the hospital.  "Hell with it,
I'll just get George to call up for a fax tomorrow."  As the light turned
green again, my new cell phone rang.  "Hey George, I was just thinking
about you," I joked.

            "That's great Sean.  But we've got a situation, Hunt's gone out
of control at the compound and he's holding a guard hostage.  He somehow
got his hands on a small knife."

            I quickly pulled a sharp right turn from the left lane,
eliciting a few horns from behind, and sped my way towards the prison
building.  "I'll meet you there in 5 minutes," I said before severing the
call.

            Several officers met me at the entrance and suited me up in a
vest as I reloaded my own gun.  George caught my eye just as I was heading
through the building towards the back cell where the entire ruckus was
occurring.  "I think he's finally gone off the deep end," George informed
me.  "He's suicidal now, he's gonna take himself down and he's gonna take
the hostage with him."  He took a second glance at me.  "What the hell
happened to your face?"

            "Story time after, now we've got a nut to crack."  The scene
that greeted us was a typical stand down.  Hunt's got that crazy, wide eyed
look of insanity on his face, some drool sliding down his chin and he was
waving a small switchblade around like it was an extension of his hand.  He
had an arm wrapped around the head of a female guard, who was looking
relatively calm but was keeping a careful eye on the blade.  Five other
officers surrounded the scene, guns trained onto the crazed man.

            "You!" he sneered as soon as he caught sight of George and me.
"It's all your fault I'm in here!  I was doing this city a favour, getting
rid of all those dirty hookers, filthy whores.  And this is the thanks I
get?"  The blade was getting dangerously close to the guard by this point.

            "C'mon now, Hunt.  Let her go; she has nothing to do with this.
This doesn't need to happen," George said calmly.

            "I want out of here, and I want Brad with me.  And a
helicopter.  Those are my conditions," Hunt rambled.

            "We're not here to negotiate with you, Hunt," I yelled at him.
"Drop the knife and I'll promise not to shoot you in the face."  I was in a
foul mood now; all previous feelings of goodness have long dissipated back
at the hospital.

            "Oh really?  Well go ahead and shoot me, big tough officer,"
Hunt jeered.  "What's wrong?  Changed your mind?  Not so tough after all
eh?"  He laughed insanely; eyes staring crazily back at me.  "Shit, you two
really need to work on your good cop, bad cop routine a bit more."  The
blade of the knife made an indentation in the guard's throat, not quite
drawing blood yet.  We can hear the small gasp she made, however, and
everyone around tensed up.

            "Hunt, what are you planning on doing here?" George asked.
"You injure the officer, we're going to shoot you down just enough to
injure you, and you'll still be behind bars.  The only difference is now
you'll have assault of an officer to add on top of your charges.  You'll be
calling this wonderful facility home for your next two lives.

            Peter Hunt considered my partner's words, so distressed that he
unconsciously deepened the pressure of the knife into the hostage's throat.
A fine line of bright red appeared and small droplets of blood leaked from
the wound.  But Hunt never noticed; his attention was focused on George.  I
glanced over at my friend and saw him wearing a blank _expression on his
face, staring back at Hunt.

            I returned my stare back at the two inside the cell and saw
that Hunt was turned towards George, just enough so that his right shoulder
was exposed to me.  It was the same shoulder that I had shot at a few
nights ago as it was still bandaged up.  Taking the same risk, I shot at it
again.  I had only grazed it this time, but it was enough to jerk him away
from the female guard.

            Another officer followed up on my move and grazed him in the
other shoulder.  The madman went down on his hands and knees, crying in
pain.  Several of us hurried over to where he laid, one of the men moving
to attend to the guard.  Guns were trained on the fallen man and I
unthinkingly turned him over, intent of handcuffing his hands together.

            I never saw it coming and never realized what had happened
until after Hunt was shot in the chest.  I stared at his eyes, which went
from shock to a dull blankness.  Blood leaked out of his mouth and he
finally fell to the ground for the last time.

            "Sean, are you okay?" George demanded as he knelt down by me.
He had a concerned look on his face.  I nodded and dazedly watched as he
ordered officers around him.  There was a flurry of action all around me,
people looking at me in a worried manner.  Deciding that George had control
of the situation, I closed my eyes to rest for a bit.  I was so tired all
of the sudden.

=Derik's POV=

            "Going home for the night, Dr. Friesen?"  I placed a small
stack of metal folders onto the administrative desk and smiled at the
nurse.

            "Had a long day, Lisa.  Listen, can you do me a favour and file
these away for me?  And please make sure someone keeps an eye on Mr. Boyd
in 422, I've just decreased his dosage of morphine and need to know how he
copes.  Also," I grabbed the envelope from the bottom of my pile, "can you
also fed-ex this off to the Vancouver PD?"

            "Of course, Doctor.  Now go home and get some rest, you look
tired."  The elderly woman grabbed the papers and made a shooing motion at
me with a wave of her hand.  Gracing her with a smile, I turned and began
to make my way down the hall when suddenly I heard men yelling down the
opposite corridor.

            "Dr. Friesen!"  I turned at the voice and recognized
Det. Benetti running towards me.  He raced ahead of a stretcher, which was
surrounded by various medical staff, and stopped only a few feet away from
me.  I looked at him in concern and glanced quickly over to the stretcher
that was just passing us now.  I paled at the sight of Sean being wheeled
by, covered in blood.

            "George, what happened?"  I forgot about going home for the
night and quickly followed after the crowd, the detective walking right
beside me.

            "We had to take down Hunt.  He gotten himself into another
hostage situation and when we thought we had things under control again, he
stabbed Sean in the shoulder before anyone was able to do anything about
it.  He's bleeding and went into shock."  The normally calm man next to me
exuded worry and distress.

            "Let me see what I can do for him," I said before pushing
through the doors of the emergency room.  I paused before entering and
looked back at the older man.  "He'll be fine," I told him.

            "Look after him in there, Doctor," he said grimly.

            "Dr. Friesen, his BP's dropping fast," a voice yelled from
inside.

            "Hook an IV to him and put him under a general," I responded,
giving Benetti one last look before closing the doors between us.  I turned
to the man lying on the op-table and felt my heart beat at the sight.  The
first thing I noticed was the severe stab wound to his left shoulder.

            I went to the side of the room to suit up in fresh scrubs and
disinfected myself before returning back to the main room.  A nurse pulled
a mask over my face and a cap on my head.  "Let's get a vacuum on this, I
want this area cleared up."  Sean's eyes chose that time to flutter weakly,
making brief contact with me before closing again.  With a heavy sigh, I
blocked out the confusing emotions that I was experiencing, putting all my
attention to closing the wound.

            A few hours later I left the room, exhausted and watched as the
attendants wheeled out Sean's still-unconscious body.  My back ached and my
eyes burned from lack of energy.

            "Dr. Friesen?"  I smiled at the man who was quickly approaching
me.  "How's Sean?  How'd it go?"

            "Fairly well, Detective.  He's one lucky bastard.  The knife
cut through much of the fibres in his deltoid, but all major nerves, blood
vessels, and ligaments were missed.  He'll have trouble using that arm of
his for a couple months.  I'm going to recommend desk duty for the next few
weeks and then I'll have to reassess him for light fieldwork.  I'm also
going to hold him here for a couple of nights for observation."

            "Desk duty?  He's not gonna like that too much."  George
chuckled.  "Just as well, we both have a back log of paperwork."

            "Would you like to see him?  He's asleep though."

            "Nah, I'll come back tomorrow morning.  I better go home to the
family now.  It's been a really long day."

            "Alright, have a good night."  Before changing back into my
street clothes, I decided to drop in on Sean to make sure that he was
settled in comfortably.

            The supervising nurse looked up at me when I walked in and
smiled.  "Oh, Dr. Friesen, I'm glad you're here.  I'm going to hook a new
bag of saline to this patient.  Would you mind staying here for a few
minutes to watch over?"  I nodded and waited for her to leave the room
before I took a nearby seat.

            I watch as the other man slept.  He still looked pale but not
half as bad as when he first arrived.  I checked to make sure his breathing
was steady and his IV insertion was clean.  My eyes still burned and I
pinched the bridge of my nose.  I took a moment to close my eyelids to cut
the glare of the fluorescent lighting.  The burning eased and I decided to
rest here for just a bit before heading home.

=Sean's POV=

            Oh Goddamn I was sore.  My jaw throbbed, but my shoulder hurt
even worse.  Groaning, I opened my eyes and looked around my surroundings.
The last thing I recalled was being taken inside an ambulance, there were
people yelling all around me.  Then I recalled a brief image of Derik
standing above me.  There were bright lights behind him and he stared at me
with those wonderful blue eyes.

            I groaned again as I remembered what I did to him earlier
today.  Oh what was I thinking?  How could I do something so low?  I heard
a sigh and I looked over to where the soft noise was coming from.  I
blinked, not believing my eyes when I saw Derik sleeping there in the
chair.  He looked tired and was still dressed in a stained uniform.

            He was amazing.  He felt so good in my arms.  Sure, I regretted
taking him like that, bent over the hardwood desk with our clothes still
on.  But I would do anything to have another night with him, this time I
would wine and dine him properly before taking him to my bed.

            I thought about the feel of his body against mine, and around
me.  Remembering those sensations, blood started to rush towards my groin
and, to my dismay, I started to feel myself harden.  I unconsciously
clenched my jaw, which sent a sharp shooting pain into the area.  Well,
crisis solved.

            I moved to cover my jaw with my hand only to groan in pain as
another sharp pain traveled through my shoulder.  "For fuck's sake," I
muttered.

            "Sean?"  I looked over towards Derik to see him blinking his
eyes in confusion and slowly waking up.

            "Morning sunshine," I beamed at him, momentarily forgetting my
pain.

            "How are you feeling?  How's the shoulder?"  He stood up to
stretch and I watched silently as the lean muscles moved under the thin
material.  The bottom of his shirt moved up to uncover some of his tanned
skin and the light brown fuzz that traveled down his flat stomach.

            "Shoulder's a bitch... so's the jaw," I smiled.

            Derik had the grace to blush.  "I'm sorry about that."

            I shrugged.  "I had it coming to me."  We stared at each other
for a few minutes in awkward silence.  Derik finally cleared his throat and
looked around me, making sure I was comfortable.

            "I'll leave you to rest now, Detective.  I'll be in tomorrow
morning to check up on you again."

            "Thanks," I said as he began to leave the room.  "Hey, Doc," I
called out before he walked through the door.  I waited until I had his
full attention before continuing, "I thought I told you to call me Sean."

            He smiled.  "I'll see you tomorrow Sean."

            "Good night, Derik."

* * * * *

            Waking up a few hours later, I looked around the room to see
what it was that roused me from my sleep.  The room was dimmed but I was
able to make out the figure that stood by the door.

            "Derik?  What are you doing here?"  I struggled myself into a
sitting position and was surprised to find that my shoulder no longer hurt.
I experimented with my jaw and found that was okay also.

            Derik smiled at me, a brilliant one that lit up his handsome
face.  "I couldn't stop thinking about you.  I kept thinking making love to
you again like we did in my office.  I just had to come see you."  He
reached behind him and turned the lock with an audible click.  "To ensure
that we don't have any interruptions," he said in a low voice.

            Then he stood by the end of the bed and started to take all his
clothes off, until he was just standing there barefooted in his boxers.  I
couldn't keep my eyes off of his body.  When he moved closer to straddle
me, I felt like a kid in a candy store, not quite sure where to touch
first.  Eagerly I kissed his jaw, lip, throat, shoulders... my hands
caressed his arms and back, down to his waist and on his hips.  I slid my
hands under the waistband of his boxers and grabbed that incredible ass of
his closer to me, causing his erection to rub over mine.

            "Oh Derik, I thought I would never be able to touch you again.
I'm so sorry about what I did yesterday.  So sorry..."

            "Shh..." he silenced me with a kiss and our tongues danced
together in our mouths.

            "Oh God, you feel so good in my arms.  I'm never going to let
you go, you know that right?" I demanded.  "I'm going to treat you so right
from now on, I'll shower you with flowers and chocolates..."

            "I only need you, and nothing else."  He reached his hand
beneath the blanket and under my gown to...

            "Oh Jesus Christ," I groaned as his warm hand wrapped around my
cock.  Then impatiently, he pulled the blankets aside, threw off his
boxers, and before I had the chance to fully appreciate his naked body, he
was on me again with my dick making its way up his ass.

            I threw my head back into the pillow, and grabbed Derik firmly
by the hips so that I can drive myself as deeply as possible into his tight
body.  He was effortlessly milking me and I was moaning and crying from
sensory overload.  Derik reached over to cover my mouth with his hands,
laughter in his eyes.  "You're gonna bring the night staff running in if
you don't be quiet."

            "Fuck the night staff," I growled and savagely brought my lips
to his.

            Derik giggled and pushed away, playfully tracing my lips with
his fingertips.  "I'd rather you just fuck me," he whispered, punctuating
the last two words with a grind of his hips.

            "Oh Derik," I sighed.

* * * * *

=Derik's POV=

            George and I looked up at the soft sound and both turned to
look down at the sleeping man.  I was just giving the detective a rough
overview of Sean's current status when we heard the soft moan.

            "Sean?"  George moved closer to his partner to see if he was
awake.  "I think he's calling for you, Doctor."  I followed and picked up
his wrist to check his heart rate.

            His eyes flickered until they opened and settled on me.  He
gave me a lopsided grin and pulled me towards him, giving me a long slow
kiss.  I was too much in shock to pull away.  He started to wrap his arms
around me when he winced in pain and pulled back.

            "Shit, my arm!"

            Dazed, I finally pulled back and took a step away.  I risked a
glance over at George to find him looking at the both of us with raised
eyebrows.  I blushed, embarrassed despite having none of this being my
fault.  "Detective Perry, how are you feeling?" I asked formally, trying to
bring some control back to this situation.

            "What?  Derik?"  Sean stared at me, the confusion and hurt
evident in his eyes.

            "What is it?  Are the painkillers not working?" I asked
concerned.  George and I both watched as the man in the bed closed his eyes
and swore.  I frowned as Sean began to mumble under his breath... something
about a dream.  I was beginning to worry about the state of his mental
health when he continued rambling silently.

            "I'm sorry, can I please be alone for a moment?" Sean asked
quietly.  Shrugging, George turned to leave.  I began to follow when Sean
spoke up again.  "Actually, Derik... may I speak to you?"  I halted and
turned back towards the blond man.  He motioned for me to have a seat on
the bed.

            "What's the matter?" I asked after a few moments of silence.

            "I need to apologize to you for a lot of things."

            "Sean, you don't need..."

            "No, let me finish.  God knows I'm only going to do this once
and I want you to hear it.  I was a prick and probably no better than Hunt
and Smythe after what I did to you yesterday.  All I do is take and take
and never consider the needs of the person I'm with."  He laughed harshly,
"I didn't even check to see if you even got off... did you?"  Sean looked
at me anxiously.

            I looked down at my hands and shook my head.

            He sighed loudly and rubbed his eyes with his good hand.
"You've hit my nerve from since the first time I've laid eyes on you.  I
can't explain it but I feel such an attraction to you that it scares me.
Believe me, I tried my damnedest to fight off this feeling, but..." he
shrugged.

            "I've only felt this way once before, only to be left
heartbroken.  There was no way in hell I was going to set myself up for
that kind of hurt again so I've been pretty much a prick when it comes to
relationships."  He paused for a bit.  "Actually, make that just plain sex,
I never seem to be able to hold onto anyone long enough to call it a
relationship.

            "Anyway, I'm not trying to justify what I did to you, I just
wanted you to know where I was coming from.  And I'm rambling here... but
the point is, I'm sorry.  I'm sorry I... made you... have sex with me.
There, I said it."

            I digested over what he said and wondered when I was allowed to
talk again.  After some more silence, he finally looked over at me with a
look of exasperation.  "Well?"

            "Sean, you didn't MAKE me have sex with you.  Look at me, do
you really think you're able to physically manhandle me?  I mean, sure
you're bigger and stronger than I am, but I'm fairly certain that I would
have given you more of a fight if I really didn't want you near me.  It's
not your conventional seduction techniques, but yeah, you were right... I
do feel a sort of attraction to you.  I mean, let's face it, you're very
good looking.  The attitude needs a bit of work, but nobody's perfect."  I
smiled shyly at him.

            He returned the smile.  "You know, I still owe you a dinner."

            "Let's just get a handle on your injuries first, and then we'll
go from there."  I hesitantly reached out to brush across his bruised jaw.
"How are you really feeling here?  I didn't mean to hit you so hard."

            He placed his hand over mine and smiled wider.  "Yes you did.
But it's alright, I deserved it and more."

            I grinned and enjoyed the warmth from his jaw and hand.  Then I
remembered something.  "What was with the kiss just then?  I mean, not that
I didn't enjoy it or nothing, but well, you did it in front of your
partner."

            Sean turned a light shade of red.  "Yes, I was... having a
dream... about you.  I had reality and fantasy confused with each other.
Oh God, George saw?  I'll have to explain that to him."

            "You were dreaming about me?"  I grinned wickedly at him.  "You
want to tell me about it?"

            "I rather show you."  He reached out for me, pulling back
sharply as a painful _expression passed over his face.  "Well, maybe in a
few weeks."

            I pulled back regretfully.  "Hate to say this, Detective, but I
have other rounds to make.  I'll send George back in here with you."

            "Thanks Doctor.  Do I get a kiss before you go?" he asked with
his green eyes large and wide.  Rolling my own, I leaned over and gave him
a chaste peck on the lips, pulling back before he was able to deepen it
like I knew he would.  He growled playfully.  "That's cheap, Doc."

            "I'll drop by later today to see you again," I said before
smiling at him one last time and walking out of the room.  "He would like
to see you now," I told the waiting man outside.  The older man grinned in
amusement and entered the room I just exited.

=Sean's POV=

            "Well?  How's the shoulder today?"  I gingerly moved my
shoulder around.  It had been almost a month since the accident and I have
never seen so much paperwork before in my life.  I never realized how much
I have neglected it, and I was more than ready for fieldwork again.

            I took my time taking in how Derik looked today, in his typical
blue coloured scrub.  Since the last time we really had a chance to talk,
we've both been too busy with our schedules to be able to pursue anything
further.  A violent car pile-up pushed him into overtime and I was fitting
in physio and rehab sessions wherever I could.  We exchanged numbers and
had kept in touch since, but to actually see him in person again; I'd
forgotten how good he looked.

            "It still aches sometimes.  The range isn't all there yet, but
I can reach over my head without any problems now."  I watched as he wrote
this down in his file, a slight frown on his face as he concentrated on his
work.

            "Well, Sean.  I think I can pass you for fieldwork then.
Nothing strenuous, go easy.  You don't want to re-injure your shoulder so
soon."

            "That's great.  I'm starting to get carpal tunnel from all the
typing and writing I've been doing this past month."

            He chuckled.  "I doubt you'd get that in a month, but I know
what you mean.  So, how have you been?"  I walked over to where he was and
opened my arms to him.  To my delight, he moved into them and let himself
be embraced.  I rubbed my face against his neck and gently rubbed his low
back.

            "You know, I still owe you dinner."

            "I guess you do," he agreed.  "Are you offering?"

            "Tonight?  8 o'clock?  I'll let you pick what kind of food to
eat."

            "How about sushi?  I'm in a mood for some raw seafood.  I
should be off at around 7 this evening."

            "Perfect.  I'll pick you up, just tell me where you live."  He
separated from me long enough to write down directions to his place and let
himself be embraced by me again.  I felt him slip the piece of paper into
my back pocket.  "I'll see you tonight then," I said and placed a kiss on
his cheek.

            "Don't be late, Detective," he spoke in a husky voice, gave me
a wink and left the examination room.

            Needless to say, I left the hospital in a very good mood.  I
had a date with Dr. Derik Friesen.

* * * * *

            "Wow, you clean up well," I said to him as he got into my black
truck.  "I don't think I've ever seen you in anything other than pastel
cottons."  I took delight in looking at him.  He was dressed casually, a
light blue sweater and worn jeans.  "You look really good," I emphasized
and leaned over for a kiss.

            He looked back at me with a sparkle in his eyes when we finally
broke apart.  "Thank you.  You don't look too bad yourself.  Still the
bad-boy image that I fell for."  I looked down at what I was wearing.  Also
jeans and a black shirt.

            "Um, okay... thanks?"

            He rolled his eyes at me.  "Let's just go and feed me.  I
didn't have time for lunch today.  I'm starving."

            I drove us over to a small sushi bar that I often frequented.
The place wasn't too crowded or noisy, and the food was cheap but fresh.
We waited till the waiter took our orders before we looked at each other.

            "I feel like a teenager," Derik sheepishly admitted.

            "Just relax.  I won't make you do anything you don't want to
do," I soothed him.

            "I know.  For some reason, I trust you Sean."  He looked at me
in all sincerity; the trust was evident in his expressive eyes.  I felt a
sense of happiness at his admission and knew that I would do everything in
my power to never let him down.

            Over dinner we got to know each other better.  Our conversation
came easily and we found we had much in common.  I haven't felt such
easiness in a relationship for as long as I could remember and before we
both knew it, the restaurant was starting to close up.

            We ran back to the truck as it had started to rain hard while
we were inside.  As I made my way back to Derik's place, I drove with only
one hand, my other hand resting on the back of his neck, softly caressing
the warm skin there.  He closed his eyes and sighed contently.

            When I had finally pulled over to the side of the building
where he lived, we sat in silence, both reluctant to end the night.  "Would
you like to come in for coffee?" he asked.

            I nodded, trying not to appear too eager, and followed him out
of the truck.  We ran towards the front entrance and paused.  "What are we
waiting for?" I asked.

            Derik patted down his clothes.  "I can't seem to find my keys,"
he muttered.  We stood there, letting ourselves get soaked by the rain when
he finally found his keys.  "Aha, found it."  He fumbled with the keypad
and finally we were inside the dry room.

            "We're soaked," I mumbled.

            "I'll get you some dry clothes to put on.  Change out of those
wet things and I'll put them in the dryer for you."

            I wriggled my eyebrows at him in an exaggerated manner.  "Why
Doctor, are you trying to get me naked?"

            "Don't flatter yourself, Detective," he yelled from his
bedroom.  "Here, change into these."  He threw a pair of sweat pants and a
T-shirt at me.  "Feel free to take a shower to warm yourself up.  There
should be clean towels hanging on the towel rack."

            I helped myself to his offer and let the hot water wash over my
cold skin.  The bathroom was full of steam from the shower by the time I
had stepped out.  Quickly I dried myself and put on the sweats, deciding
not to bother with the shirt.  "All done, dear," I called out to Derik.  He
appeared from around a corner and stopped suddenly when he saw me.

            I looked down to make sure that my pants were on properly.
Seeing nothing out of place, I looked back up at him to find him still
staring, but blushing slightly now.  "What is it?"

            "Um, nothing.  You look... good," he stuttered.  "Er... I'll go
shower now."  He quickly stepped around me and closed himself in the
bathroom before I was able to intelligently respond back.

            I listened to the sound of the water running as I made myself
comfortable on the couch in the living room.  I picked up a magazine on the
coffee table and absently flipped through it.  It was several minutes
before the door to the bathroom opened up again.  When I looked up, I felt
the magazine slip through my fingers as Derik emerged out of the steam
wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

            "I forgot to bring my clothes in with me," he mumbled.

            "No, wait, come here," I requested as I opened my arms to him.
He shyly made his way towards me and I was getting very used to having him
in my arms.  His freshly washed skin was soft and smooth, and he smelled
like soap and shampoo.  "You're so beautiful," I whispered in awe.

            He blushed.  "Don't call me that.  The last person that called
me that ended up leaving me.  I don't think I can bare it if you left me
too."

            I gripped my hands possessively around his waist, bringing our
bodies close together.  "I would never leave you," I vowed to him.  I
brought my lips to his and proceeded to make tender love to him with just
our tongues.  We broke apart just as things were getting hot and heavy.

            "Let's take this to the bedroom," he whispered.  "More room to
move around in."  His eyes sparked mischievously once more.  I nodded in
agreement and let him go, albeit reluctantly, even though I knew that I
would have him up against me in only a short while.

            He got up off me and turned around to lead me towards his
bedroom.  My eyes widened at what I saw and pulled him back down towards
me.  "What?" he asked, startled.

            I turned him over and carefully studied his back, fingers
lightly tracing the tattoos that covered the length of his back.  He tensed
slightly under my touch but relaxed again once he realized what I was
doing.

            "Oh, I had that done a long time ago, before I even entered
pre-med."

            "Turn around for me," I demanded.

            He did as he was told, a small frown on his face.  "Sean,
what's the matter?  You're starting to scare me here."  When I suddenly
reached over for the towel around his waist, he gripped the ends firmly
together and took a short step back.  "What are you doing?  I thought you
wanted to do this in the bedroom?"

            "Derik, come here please.  I promise you that I won't hurt you.
I just really, really need to see something right now."  He looked at me,
hesitating.  "Trust me," I pleaded.  His _expression softened and he took a
step towards me.

            Carefully, I nudged him back into a seated position on the
couch and slowly pulled the edges of the towel apart, exposing his right
thigh.  "Spread your legs out a bit for me," I requested.

            He did as I asked, realization finally dawning on him.  "Sean?"
he whispered.  "How did you know that I had that there?"

            My heart was beating hard against my chest as I stared, almost
disbelieving at the small gecko that was tattooed there, right on the inner
thigh.  It was exactly just like I have seen it six years ago.  My eyes
wide, I looked up at Derik to see that he had shock mirrored on his face
also.

            "You..." I whispered.  "You're that gypsy at that Halloween
party."

            He blinked rapidly.  "Oh my God.  You were that stranger in
black."  His breathing increased as he pulled away from me, closing his
legs together and bringing the towel together again.  "You left me, I
thought I would never see you again."

            "No, I didn't mean to leave you.  I had to go home to change
for work.  I was back in the room not even half an hour later and you were
gone.  I spent almost two years looking for you."  I didn't know how to
handle myself.  I wanted to so badly hold him to me and reassure him that I
would never leave him again, but at the same time he was hugging himself
like a lost boy.

            He stopped rocking and stared at me.  "You looked for me?  I
thought I was just a one-nighter for you.  You left me heartbroken; I pined
for you for so long afterwards."  He reached over with his hand to touch my
face, as if not believing that I was really there.

            I pressed my hand over his and held it to my lips, kissing the
surface of his palm.  "Listen to me, Derik.  I'm never going to leave you
now, especially now that I've found you again.  Don't you get it?  You're
the one that I was never able to get over, the reason why I was never able
to put any feeling or effort into any relationship I was in.  It was
because I never wanted to be with anyone other than you and knew that since
no one could ever compare to you, I never bothered trying with anyone
else."

            He looked in shock.  "I am?" he stuttered.

            "You mean that much to me.  I had finally made my peace with
never being able to find that gypsy when I met you, decided to finally move
on.  Only to find that I finally got what I wanted.  You were right under
my nose this whole time.  Who knew that exotic, graceful gypsy would turn
out to be such a tough, snarky doctor?"

            "I'm not snarky!" he protested half-heartedly.  He was still in
a state of disbelief as he blinked his eyes at me, not able to take his
stare away from my face.  "You know, you were the first man I've ever given
my body to that night long ago.  When I thought you left, without even
saying good-bye, I told myself that I would never open up that easily to
anyone else ever again.  But somehow you got through all my defenses, and
against my better judgment I did something I haven't done in six years and
that was let you into my heart.

            "Trust me," he silenced me when I was about to speak up, "I
fought tooth and nail against it.  You have no idea how many cold showers
I've taken since setting eyes on you."  The bite in his tone was deceived
by the sparkle in his eyes.

            Before he was able to say any more, I quickly picked him up and
threw him over my un-injured shoulder.  "Darlin', I'm gonna do something
I've been waiting to do for the last month."

            He sputtered, "D...darling?"

            I carefully dropped him onto the bed and hovered closely above
him.  "Darling, sweetheart, dearest love..." I whispered.

            "L..love?" he blinked, hope and uncertainty in his eyes.

            "Don't you believe in love at first sight?  You had my heart
that fateful Halloween night.  I fell for you hook, line and sinker."

            "I thought what I felt was only one sided, that you would never
feel the same way.  I thought you cared too, but when you were gone that
next morning I thought that I read too much into it..."

            I silenced him with a long kiss, and smiled at the soft moans
he made.  Lightly, I traced my fingers down along the sides of his torso,
and released the towel at his waist.  A strong thigh moved up to wrap
itself around my waist, pulling me down closer to the warm body beneath me.
Hands were on my sweatpants, helping me to take them off.

            Moaning myself, I closed my eyes at the amazing feeling of skin
on skin contact.  Our hard cocks rubbed against each other, creating the
most phenomenal sensations.

            But I suddenly wanted a taste of him.  I broke the kiss and
moved down his body until I was settled in between his legs.  Derik rose
himself up onto his elbows to stare down at me, his lips slightly swollen
from the kiss.  Lightly I licked at the pearly drop of precum that leaked
from the tip of his cock.  He closed his eyes at the feeling and sighed
softly.  Slowly I started to take the whole organ in my mouth until
eventually I felt his soft pubes against my lips.

            I realized then that the last time I have ever taken anyone in
my mouth was with the same man.  So I savoured the taste of him, twirling
my tongue around his head and shaft.  He willingly spread his legs further
out as I started to include his testicles in my tongue bath.  Derik's back
arched up off the bed and his head fell back to the pillows, the delightful
noises coming from his mouth getting increasingly louder.

            I then stopped and looked down at the sight before me.  My eyes
followed the path of the gecko's tail and the tip of the vine as I had many
years ago.  Leaning down I began to trace them with my tongue, following
the path to the puckered hole.  I felt Derik tense above me, holding his
breath in as I started to circle the vulnerable tissue, eventually dipping
in.

            The muscular legs spread impossibly further apart, allowing me
easier access to his entrance as I began to stroke the insides of his anal
canal with my tongue.  I followed up with my fingers and began to look
around for some lube.

            "I don't have any," he told me, blushing slightly.  "I've been
celibate since the last time we made love."

            "As I recalled, we made love only just last month," I teased
him; somewhat amazed that Derik has not been with anyone since.

            "I would hardly call that making love," he snipped.  He had a
grin on his face to show no hard feelings, but I couldn't help but sober up
and frowned.

            "I'm so sorry about what I did..."

            "Did you regret having sex with me that time?" Derik suddenly
wanted to know.

            I resolutely shook my head.  "No, never believe that I
regretted what I did.  The only regrets I had at the time was that I didn't
seduce you properly like a real gentleman, or made love together for the
first time in bed."

            "You're such a romantic twit," he laughed at me.

            I growled at him and pinned his hands together above his head.
I captured him in another hard kiss and a sense of pride passed through my
body at the dazed look on his face.  Making sure to keep his hands from
moving around, I kept a firm hold on him with one hand and positioned my
aching shaft against that tight hole of his with my other hand.

            He squirmed deliciously beneath me at the gentle contact,
sighing in anticipation.  "Oh please Sean, don't make me wait any longer,"
he begged softly.

            Slowly and carefully I pushed my way in, pausing every so often
to let him adjust to me.  I pushed upwards, aiming for a certain spot
inside of him and knew I succeeded as Derik's whole body sudden tensed up
and spasmed around me.  I almost came right there and then at the
tightening around my dick.

            "Oh Derik," I groaned.  "Don't do that, that was almost the end
of me."

            He laughed wickedly and piloted his hips towards me, needlessly
reminding me of what I was supposed to be doing.  I picked up my pace and
drove deeper and deeper into his receptive body.  When I felt his arms
start to move, I separated them so that they were on either side of his
head, each held down with my hands.

            "You're not going anywhere," I informed him in a husky voice.

            "Sean, please..." he bit at his lower lip and looked at me with
wide, puppy-like eyes.  "I need to just touch... just to get off..."

            I held his hands down more firmly.  "No, I want you to get off
with only just me inside of you," I told him as I pivoted to brush the head
of my dick up against his prostrate once more.  He closed his eyes shut and
moaned loudly.  I continued to massage his happy button, as I loved the
feeling of his muscles clenching around me each time I stroked it.  It was
a win-win situation.

            He finally came, long and hard.  Hot white semen spurted from
his cock between our sweaty bodies, his head was thrown back in ecstasy,
his low back arched high above the bed and his hands shook in my grip as
his orgasm traveled through his body.  I slowed my strokes down as I
watched my lover climax.

            When his breathing finally slowed down and his body calmed, he
smiled up at me sleepily.  "That was amazing," he murmured.

            I smiled tenderly back at him and I slowly began to pick up my
pace again.  Those ever blue eyes widened as it dawned on him that I
haven't cummed yet.  "Sean... I'm not sure I can..." he began to protest.

            "Shh... just a little bit longer," I crooned.  "I'll make you
feel so good..."  To my pleasure I felt him start to harden up again
between us as I continued to deepen the strokes inside of him.

            Shamelessly, I began to aim for his prostrate and repeatedly
brushed against it without giving him time to catch his breath.  His body
began to tense up again and I started to recognize the telltale signs of
his upcoming orgasm.  I braced myself for another hard ride as I knew that
I wouldn't be able to prevent myself from coming this time.

            When Derik tightened around me once more, I let myself be
milked by the powerful contractions of his anal muscles.  I poured
everything I had into his body, cried his name and bit down onto his
shoulder.

            I collapsed on top of him and listened to our hearts beating,
our breaths gasping.  "I love you," I panted.

            "I know, I love you too."

            I looked lovingly into those expressive blue eyes, never
getting tired of looking into them.  "I will do anything for you, I promise
to make you happy."

            "Anything?" he whispered.  I nodded fervently.  He thought
about it for a second and looked up at me through those long eyelashes of
his.  "Would you..." he slowly began before hesitating.

            "Anything Derik," I repeated, placing a kiss on his nose.

            He grinned.  "Would you... get off of me Sean?  You're
squashing me to death here."  I rolled off him, but making sure to take his
body with me so that we were now both laying on our sides, facing each
other.

            "Snarky prick," I murmured fondly.  He cuddled up to me and
rested his head onto my shoulder, slowly dozing off.  I curled him tighter
against me and listened as his breathing evened out.  Feeling peace at
last, I feel asleep with my gypsy in my arms.

* * * * * Six years later * * * * *

            "Trick or treat!  Trick or treat!"  I grinned at the small
group of kids standing at the front door and reached for the bowl of candy
by the door side.  I threw mini chocolate bars into each of their bags and
waved at them as they shouted their thanks at me before proceeding to the
next house.  I closed the door, knowing that I would have to re-open it
again shortly.

            "Wouldn't you know, it still fits."

            I turned around at the voice behind me, the smile on my face
turning to one of awe at the unexpected sight of my lover standing there in
a filmy pair of loose-fitting drawstring pants. A thin golden chain wrapped
around a still trim waist, and I let my gaze wander over that amazing body,
which had changed very little in the time we've been together.  Golden
rings also adorned his ankles and wrists, which matched nicely with the
gold ring he wore on his left hand, on the finger that was named
specifically for that purpose.

            "You're gonna catch a fly in your mouth if you don't close it
soon," he teased.  I was too busy admiring his near-naked form when he took
a graceful step towards me and stole a chocolate from the bowl I was still
holding.

            "Hey," I finally protested.  "That's for the kids."

            He took the wrapper off and placed it into his mouth.  "I was
going to share," he said and leaned in for a kiss.  The chocolate melted in
our mouths and we shared the sugary sweetness.  I groaned in frustration
when the doorbell rang again.

            "Here, let me do it," he said as he reached for the door.  We
both looked low when he opened the door and instead of laughing children,
we found ourselves looking at a grown man's legs.

            "Hey Sean.  Wow, Derik... nice costume," Paul praised
gleefully, his eyes moving rapidly up and down my lover's body.  I
possessively pushed Derik behind me and glared at my best friend.

            "Keep your eyes to yourself, buddy," I growled.

            I heard the love of my life laughing behind me.  "What can we
do for you Paul?" he asked.

            "Nothing really.  I was bored and tired of kids begging for
candy so I thought to come here and see if you guys wanted to split a pizza
or something."  Paul smiled charmingly over my shoulder at Derik.

            "Can you put something else on, love?" I inquired tightly at my
gypsy.  Derik rolled his eyes at me but, to my relief, turned around and
headed towards the bedroom.  "You might as well come in," I muttered,
slapping him hard on the shoulder.

            Paul coughed at the contact and glared at me.  But he didn't
keep it for long and soon was grinning at me again.  "No hard feelings?"

            "Yeah," I grumbled.  "But I mean it, no more funny looks."  The
doorbell rang again and I gave away more candy.

            "But it's so much fun to irk you, Sean.  And besides, Derik's
not exactly hard on the eyes if you know what I mean," he wiggled his
eyebrows at me.

            "No, but my fist giving you a black eye might sting a bit."  I
was half-joking and half-serious.

            "Loosen up, friend.  What are a few looks anyway?  It's not
like he returns them and he knows I'm just messing around.  Besides, unless
they're blind, anyone can see that Derik's only got eyes for you.  You, my
friend, are one lucky bastard."

            I smirked.  "It's about time I got some recognition."  Just
then, Derik comes back out, this time dressed in jeans and a golf shirt.
Only the gold ring on his finger still remained from before.  He stopped
when he saw the two of us giving him our undivided attention.

            "What?" he finally asked.  He instinctively made his way to my
side and smiled up at me.  I could see the love in his eyes, still burning
strong after 6 years together and knew that Paul was right, I had nothing
to worry about.

            Derik loves me.

* * * * * Present Time * * * * *

=Derik's POV=

            "Ugh, you're sticky," I complained as I slowly woke up, aware
of the dried up semen and sweat that covered us.  Sean moaned, still half
asleep and pulled me closer to his body.  "Sean," I whined, trying to get
up so that I can take a shower.

            Soft kisses peppered along my throat and I sighed contently.
Forgetting about the mess around us, I leaned back into the warm body
beside me and curled my leg around his waist.  Sean's cock stirred against
mine and the two of us slowly began to grind against each other until
finally more semen was added to the goo between us.

            "You made a mess," Sean mumbled sleepily.  I snorted and rolled
off the bed to head towards the shower.

            I stepped into the hot water and sighed as all the grime washed
off me.  Strong hands encircled my waist when I had shampoo in my hair and
face, causing me to jump at the sudden contact.  As I leaned forward into
the spray to rinse the suds off, I felt kisses on my shoulder and a hard
cock rubbing along the cleft of my ass.

            "Good morning, Doctor," he greeted me when I turned my head
back for a kiss.

            "Good morning, Detective," I responded.  He turned me around
and pressed my back against the cold tiles of the bath stall.  I let him
pull one of my legs up to my chest and soon felt the head of his dick
nudging against my entrance.

            "May I come in to play?" he asked playfully, gently nipping at
my earlobes.

            "Depends on how long you plan on staying."

            "For as long as you'll have me," he said, gazing at me with his
green eyes.

            "Forever," I whispered.


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