All eyes were on the older Ortiz brother as he sauntered around the garage, peeking at the different things. He grimaced visibly when he saw the coat hook lined with each member's cut. Jax looked at Juice, scowling. Juice was standing stock still, his arms crossed and his feet parted in the ultimate display of aggression. Jax thought it might be the most masculine he'd ever seen their Puerto Rican brother... If Tig weren't standing next to him, his arm hooked protectively around his waist. "Can we help you?" Clay finally asked, pulling them all out of their lull watching the man. The man smiled. "So rude of me. I'm Jacob Ortiz... I'm Juan Carlos' brother." He went forward and offered his hand. Clay raised an eyebrow. "I thought you had a different name." Was all he said. Jacob shrugged. "Names can be changed. When you work in law a name like Julio isn't very appealing. What about you, Juan? What are you so lovingly called? Is it still whore?" Chibs took a step to the front of their tight standing pack. "I don't know who you are, buddy, but you obviously aren't from around here. I'd watch your fucking tongue." He made a move to push Jacob back. The man leapt back like he'd been touched by fire and brushed he front of his polo with a disgusted expression. "It's okay, Chibby..." Juice said softly, pulling out of Tig's grip to put a hand on Chib's arm. "He's always been mean. It's okay." "No, it fucking isn't." Chibs snapped. "I don't care if this is the fucking King of Puerto Rico. He's not gonna walk in here all high shit and treat one of my fucking brothers like dirt." He spat near Jacob's shiny shoes. "Think again, buddy." Jacob grimaced. He straightened his face then and looked directly at Juice. "A word without your... Posse, by chance? Alone?" He motioned to the car. Juice nodded. He stepped forward and Tig grabbed his arm. Juice gave him a soft look. "Not a chance... Not with the things you've told me." "Tiggy..." He whispered. "No." He reached up and grabbed the short lead under Juice's shirt. "Don't make me do this in public." Juice flushed with embarrassment and pride and nodded. "Sorry, Sir." He breathed. He looked to Jacob. "He's coming... He'll stay outside the car." He looked to Tig, who nodded after a second of consideration. Jacob grimaced. As the three walked toward the car, he spoke. "What, does he own you or something?" "As a matter of fact, yes." "And here I was thinking you got out of the whore lifestyle..." "I'm not a whore anymore. We're in love, we're dating, I'm just submissive... It makes me happy." Jacob grimaced as he slid into the car. Juice sat in the passenger side, leaning on the door. "Why are you here?" "Heard you were in New York. Didn't come see me." "You said you never wanted to see me again. Didn't waste my time." Jacob sighed. "That was a long time ago, Juan." "Seems like just yesterday to me. Why are you here, Julio?" "It's Jacob now." "Whatever. Why are you here? Wanna fuck up this life too? Too bad, they already know I'm a fudge packer, used to be a whore. Dint have much else to use against me." "Juan..." Juice shook his head vigorously. "Know what I found out in New York, Julio?" Jacob shook his head gently. "Who my real father is." "What? How? Who?" Jacob sat up straighter. Juice shook his head. "Like you fucking care. It'll just give you more ammo to use against me." Jacob scowled. "I'm sorry, brother... I didn't mean-" "You're not my brother. You lost that title a long fucking time ago... Fifteen years, actually. Those men you fucking disrespected are my brothers... My family. Fuck off, Jacob." He threw open the door and stormed off, slamming it hard enough to rattle Jacob's teeth. Tig had to rush to keep up with the furious man. He finally caught him and dragged him into a half embrace. "What'd he say?" "Nothing of fucking importance... I don't want him here... Get rid of him... Please." He gave him a look that made Tig snap to immediately, his submissive look, the true one that Juice reserved only for their alone time, when begging truly was necessary. The younger man was bare. Tig knocked on the window. Jacob rolled it down. "You need to leave." "Isn't this a garage? Perhaps I'd like my vehicle serviced." Tig shook his head. "We got a sign up, see? Sorry, it's not in Mexican too... But I'll read it to you. Says we reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. And I'll even be a nice guy. You aren't getting service because you're an asshole, and you're freaking out my brother. Who happens to be my fucking lover. So fuck off." He pushed off the car and walked away, leaving Jacob gaping after him. Tig had to chuckle when he walked into their home. Juice was on the couch, but not like a normal person. The Latino had his bare feet kicked up on the wall behind the back of the couch. He was bent at the middle and had curved his body so his head was still on the couch cushion, but one elbow rested on the coffee table. To top it off, he was nude save for his collar and a pair of boxers, slung low to let his tattoo breathe. His eyes were glued to the tv, his fingers pounding rapidly at the buttons of the Xbox controller as he played one of the war games Tig thought were simply ridiculous. "Gonna say hello?" Juice squeaked and started, dropping the controller. It smacked him on the nose before thumping to the carpet. Juice pulled himself into a normal position and rose, trotting over to Tig to give him a gentle kiss. "Sorry, baby... I didn't expect you to be home so soon..." Tig shook his head and tugged the D-ring of his collar playfully. "No problem. I brought dinner." "Should I dress?" Tig shook his head. "No, I like you like that. Go sit at the table." Juice nodded and trotted to the kitchen. Tig chuckled. That boy shook his ass without trying. He followed him into the kitchen and sat next to him at the bar, pulling out Thai, Juice's favorite. "Even though you got your anniversary gift this morning, I wanted to do something nice for dinner too." Juice blushed. "Thank you, Sir." Tig rubbed the back of his head gently before pushing some of the food over to him. They ate in a comfortable silence, Tig reaching over occasionally to feed Juice. Toward the end of the meal, Juice put his hand on Tig's leg, up high. He gave a playful squeeze. "Can I do something special for you? After dinner?" "Sure, what?" Juice shrugged. "I have a few ideas." Tig smirked and wiped his mouth. "Tell me, Juicy." The younger man flushed. "Well, I noticed... I've noticed a few things in our time together..." He wiped his mouth. "You love when I wash you... So I thought I'd start out with a long shower, or bath if that's what you wanted... Then a massage... Then I'd let you cuff me and do whatever you wanted for the rest of the night." He looked up at Tig with gently, concerned eyes, wanting so badly to please. Tig reached out and stroked Juice's defined cheekbone. "That sounds perfect, babe... Let me clean up the kitchen while you get the bath ready." "Let me do both." Juice nearly begged, grabbing Tig's hands. "Lemme be good to you." Tig smiled, understanding. He pressed a soft kiss to Juice's mouth. The man melted against him immediately, a feeling Tig could never get tired of. He pulled away. "Okay. I'm gonna watch tv?" Juice nodded happily. He watched Tig walk away and set to cleaning the kitchen up. When the bath was ready, Juice slipped into the living room, stifling a chuckle. Tig was passed out on the couch, remote in hand. He slipped silently into the living room and knelt in front of Tig. He used the lightest touches he could muster to undo the man's belt and jeans, gently freeing his shaft from it's confining fabric. He moved forward and began to suckle the flesh, loving the feel of it hardening against his tongue. Tig moaned in his sleep, his hand making a fist and the other dropping the remote to fist against the couch. Juice began to bob his head with vigor when the shaft was to full mast. "Juicy..." Tig breathed. Juice rolled his eyes up to see a sleepy eyed Tig watching him. He smirked around his shaft and took him down his throat, earning fingers biting into the back of his skull. "Fuck..." Tig panted, arching gently into his mouth. Juice pulled away and Tig groaned annoyedly. "Want me to ride you?" Juice whispered against his shaft, and the groan was cut short. "Fuck yes..." He panted. Juice stood and turned his back on Tig, gently pulling his shorts down. Tig felt a hard shiver ripple through him as Juice revealed his ass fully. Tig's favorite plug to use on him was inserted inside him. Juice looked back, his cheeks flushed. "I thought you might like me already ready... So you can be rough..." He whispered. Tig grunted and pulled Juice to him, onto his lap. The younger man cried out when Tig's leg drove the plug a little deeper. "Do I see a ring too?" Tig purred, running his fingers over Juice's throbbing tip. "Mhm..." The Latino was gently rutting himself against Tig's leg. "You've marked me, Sir... I'm yours... I won't cum until you let me..." He took Tig's hand and brought it to cup his balls. "I'll wear it all the time... If you want." Tig shivered, the thought alone making his cock ache more. "We can talk about that... For now, just move so I can get my dick inside you..." His words came in a needy rush. Juice wiggled over, leaning over so Tig could pull out the plug. He slipped inside with only Juice's saliva already on his cock as lube. The Latino cried out happily and began to ride him, his fingers biting in the fabric still covering Tig's knees. The older biker lifted him up, ramming his hips upward to deeply impale Juice on his shaft. He shivered at every pained cry, knowing his submissive lover enjoyed every second. Tig tucked his fingers into the collar, giving it a tug so he could latch his mouth onto Juice's shoulder. He bit and sucked a chunk of flesh as Juice humped him, wild and needy. He held the boy by the stomach and hip, guiding himself deep. He snarled in his ear. "I need to hook a pair of cuffs to that collar." Juice cried out, tossing his head back onto Tig's shoulder. "Anything... I'll let you do whatever you want to me..." He whispered. "I'm yours..." "What part of you?" "All of it..." Juice panted. "My face, my mouth, my neck... My chest, my arms, my hands... My hips and belly... My cock, my ass, my legs, my feet... My heart..." His breath caught. "Use me however you want to... Whenever you want to..." Juice's ass clamped down on Tig's cock and he froze. Tig knew he was having an orgasm, and by the whimpers he could hear, it was hurting because of that cock ring. Tig reached around and began to jerk Juice's cock, making the younger man sob. He could see tears in Juice's eyes. When the orgasm faded, Juice began to ride him hard again, his sobbing cries louder and needier, his whole body sensitive from the orgasm. Tig grabbed his throat. "I'm not gonna let you squirt tonight..." He purred. "Until I'm completely done with you.. And believe me, Pet... I have a lot of things I plan on doing to your ass tonight... You're gonna be drowning in my cum before I even consider letting your dick out of that ring, understand?" "Yes Sir... Please do it, Sir... Punish me..." He smirked a little. "I think I was a bad boy..." "How?" Tig continued to guide his hips down onto his cock. "I watched Jax fuck Ray today... I couldn't help it..." "Did you jerk off?" Juice blushed and nodded. "Yes Sir.." "You fucking slut." Tig's hand tightened on his throat. "I'm gonna beat you for that..." "Please... Please..." Juice begged. Tig's breath caught then and he grabbed Juice's hips, stilling him. He began to rut his hips up and into Juice hard and fast. One final thrust and he released deep inside his lover, a happy grunt on his lips. Juice shivered happily as he was filled. Tig pulled out gently, reaching down to finger his lover with lazy strokes. A knock sounded at the door then and Juice whimpered. Tig smirked and slipped the plug back into him. He tucked himself back into his jeans and Juice pulled on his shorts. Tig rose then and threw open the door. Jacob stood in the doorway, looking from Tig to Juice and back. His face contorted into a grimace as he put it together, both men covered in sweat, one in just boxers. Before he could comment though, Tig snapped. "I thought I told you to stay the fuck away. How did you figure out where I live?" "Followed my brother. Can I come in?" "No, and as far as I know, your brother doesn't live here. Just me and my lover. So see ya." He went to shut the door but Jacob grabbed it. "Juan, please... I really need to talk to you... Please." Juice shook his head. "No, Julio... You don't. Listen, it's my anniversary, not that you fucking care. I don't need this shit today... Even after fourteen fucking years, you can still manage to fuck up what good I have going." Juice shook his head, his face disgusted and hurt. Tig's expression changed so subtly that Juice barely caught it... But it was there. A genuine rage. He turned to Jacob. "Get the fuck off my porch before I call the fucking cops. And trust me, in this town, you don't want me to call the cops. He doesn't want you here, and neither do I." Tig slammed the door shut, nearly hitting Jacob in the face. He turned then and gathered Juice into his arms, lavishing his face with kisses. "He won't hurt you again, love..." He whispered. Juice shook his head. "He'll be back... I'm sorry tonight got messed up." "It didn't. That water's still hot... And after the way you rode me on the couch... A massage could do this old man some good." Juice blushed, unable to stop the grin spreading on his face. "You're perfect." He whispered to Tig before he took his hand and led him down the hall into he bathroom. Juice collapsed against the bed as his orgasm washed over him, much needed. Tig unhooked his handcuffs after it'd passed. He kissed him gently and smiled. "Feel good?" Juice mumbled something inaudible. Tig rose and padded out of the room. He returned with a wet cloth, ointment, drinks, and their cigarettes. He cleaned Juice's cum covered belly and patted his hip. "Roll over, Pet." Juice rolled over lazily and Tig began to rub ointment into the deep welts crisscrossing on Juice's perfect, tanned flesh, left from the belt and Tig's palms. He slipped the plug gently back into Juice's used entrance. He rolled Juice back to his back and rubbed ointment into the welts left by the cuffs on his wrists, and his fresh tattoo, then slipped the ring onto his shaft. "I love you..." Juice breathed. Tig kissed him, deep, and needy. "I love you... Go to sleep." Juice smiled and rubbed his wrists gently before cuddling up to Tig. When their room had quieted, however, Juice's eyes snapped open. "Where's Serotah?" "Outside..." Tig muttered against Juice's shoulder. "She's too quiet." "Leave her be... It's a warm night..." "Tiggy... She's normally scratching by now... Let me up to check on her." He shrugged out of Tig's arms and the man sighed, letting him go. "She's fine, Juice." He mumbled, pounding the pillow down. Juice pulled on a pair of shorts and trotted into the kitchen, opening the door and whistling for her. He began to panic when she didn't come. He yelled her name, then a command in German, his face going pale. "Sero!" He shouted angrily. Tig grumbled and rose, pulling on his sweats and padding to the kitchen. "Juice, you're gonna wake up the whole-" He stopped immediately when he saw Juice's panicked expression. "She won't come... She's not in the yard. Tig..." Tig scowled and pushed Juice back, stepping outside. He began to call for her, pacing the yard to look for a hole in the fence. Juice walked the other way, low to the ground. They both came upon it at the same time, but Juice grabbed it first. Serotah's collar was lying on the ground hear the gate, a slip of paper attached to it. Juice squinted in the dark, trying to read it, snarling in frustration when he couldn't. Tig grabbed it from him and pulled him up to the house. When they were inside, Tig handed it back to him. Juice read aloud. 'I didn't wanna do something like this, brother... But if I need to sink to your level to get you attention, so be it. I won't hurt your precious fucking dog... God knows she means more to you than life itself... But the only way you're getting her back is by talking to me. Call me. I'm going back to New York in two days... If you haven't called by then, I will drop her off in a shelter in my way back. J.' Juice snarled and handed the paper to Tig. "Fucking Julio..." He whispered. Tig read over it. "What do you wanna do, Juicy?" Juice shook his head. "I'm gonna have to call him... I can't let him take my dog... If it's important enough that he needs to steal my dog to talk to me I should see what it's about." "I'm coming with you." Juice shook his head. "Please, Tig." He scowled, reaching up to tug juice's collar. "I thought you weren't supposed to question me." Juice tucked his head down submissively. "Sir... May I speak out of turn?" Tig grunted a yes. "I don't think my brother will speak if you're there... Perhaps if you rode up with me... And sat outside the place we meet... That would be sufficient for you?" Tig thought about it for a moment. "Fine... But you stay near the door and aware... If you need to run you don't fucking hesitate to." Juice nodded, lowering himself to his knees. He hugged Tig around the waist, nuzzling into his hip. Tig smiled softly and stroked his head. "Come back to bed." "I want to call him... I don't want to wait." Tig nodded. "Use one of our prepaids. I don't want him knowing your permanent number." Juice nodded and took the phone Tig handed him. He lowered himself so he was sitting on his heels and dialed the number on the note. Jacob answered after one ring. "Hello." "You son of a bitch." Juice snapped. Tig squatted and began to stroke his short hair. "Got your attention." "Fuck you. Where's my dog?" "I have her safe and sound. Where shall we meet?" Juice looked to Tig. "Hold on." He muttered. He muted the phone. "Where should I have him meet me?" Tig thought for a moment. "The park I take you to. That way you can go sit with him on the tables or something, I can watch from the parking lot... Tomorrow at noon. I want Chibs with us." Juice nodded and unmuted the phone. "Tomorrow at the park in the center of town. Think you can find it?" "Of course I can. What's it called?" "Charming Central Park. Noon... Bring my fucking dog." Jacob laughed heartily. "Of course baby brother. See you." He hung up and handed the phone back to Tig, still kneeling next to Juice. Tig pulled him close and Juice laid his head in his lap. "I'm sorry this is so stressful, baby." Juice nodded, closing his eyes. Tig stroked down his neck, rubbing some knots out of his shoulders. "Let's go to bed, Juicy... I'll give you a back rub." "No, I'm okay... I just wanna cuddle with you... If that's okay..." "Of course." He helped Juice to his feet and guided him into the room.