A/N a request done for Concentration Maple-ation 3

I actually like the BifxDerby thing and was actually thinking about making a sequel to this but I don't know really.

Let me know what you think of it, all reviews are so very welcome!

Don't hesitate! :3

Money. Fortune. Fame. Derby could have it all. Harrington House was his, he had all the teachers bribed and under his thumb like he should, except for someone to call his own.

Of course his mother had always pushed him towards Pinky. Pinky was fine,s he was wealthy, high-class, and most importantly, family.

His mother was getting antsy at his reluctance to tie things up with her. They weren't "exclusive" enough as she put it. How could he e when she was off smothering boys with that mouth of hers. Derby conceded that as much as he loved his money, he also loved his dignity...besides he had a whole list of cousins.

Derby wasn't going to play the game wrong again. He had done that once with that boy Hopkins. No, Darby was smarter than that. The new, fresh boy of intelligence backed by the handsome, powerful right hand man Bif Taylor...that had always been Darby. He didn't have the time to deal with any more measly tasks especially when people could be paid to take care of such menial tasks.

Derby was in a particular mindset as he set of for the boxing ring in the Vale, hoping to practice a bit to ease his mind. It never hurt to be in tip-top shape, mentally and physically.

Derby approached the ring door, realizing the light was on already. He slid the heavy door open easily and peered inside though he already knew who it was that was occupying the ring.

Sleek muscles held taut as his metaphorical counterpart began a sleek dance of complicate boxing moves. His feet followed a steadfast rhythm. body tensing and pouncing like a large cat poised to attack. The almost inaudible scuff of shoes against the ring floor and the slight whoosh as his gloved hands took jabs at the air was the only thing that Darby could hear in the deserted building.

The smell of fresh leather and expensive men's cologne drew Darby on. Before him Bif Taylor kept assaulting the air with his precise hits. He wasn't known as the best for nothing. Sweat lined his thick brow and his broad chest. Little perspiration drops trailed down his toned physique.

Even as he boxed he looked like the epitome of "Old Money". So very classy with his side swept hair and noble looking face definitely better off than that brother of his.

Without waiting to ask permission to join, Derby quickly changed in his office and jogged down the stairs.

Envy coursed through him a long with a deep admiration. Bif finally turned to give him a long stare.

" You need hep training Derby?"

" Why that'd be quite welcome."

Once in the ring, the dance continued except this time Bif wasn't alone. Following his every step a 175 pound blonde socialite accompanied him. Eyes met eyes...dark brooding brown met shrewd, intelligent blues.

" You have to learn to connect your punch." Bif was instructing. A fist flew past Bif's ear. For a sturdy gent, he was quite stealthy.

" Good, good but keep it up. Quicker."

Derby was visibly sweating. From his fighting stance Derby watched Bif, so tall, so proud and so in control. Derby was always in control of everything. He was the Alpha, but not here...not on this playing field. The thought was wildly enticing.

He and Bif Taylor could have it all, wealth, woman, wine, power...anything they could ever dream of. It was like the air had become too hot .The space between them had started to shrink and he could almost feel Bif's body heat against him.

Instantly Derby was well aware that he was half-naked in front of his est friend. Why was that so erotic?

" So I didn't know boxing got you off Derby, you'd think I would have noticed sooner." Bif teased him un-seemingly nonplussed, eyes scanning the front of Derby's silk shorts for a millisecond.

Might as well have been an eternity for all Derby cared. He sucked in a gasp and tried to quickly access what he should do ro say.

IN truth it was Bif's prowess, the thought of the two of them striving together as one unit...the dark, brooding, powerhouse Bif Taylor and the caddy, boyishly good-looking, charm ridden, heart-throb with an intelligent mind and deep pocket...one unit.

Bif raised his eyebrows.

" You'd better quit that look in your eyes or I'll knock it off you."

Derby only could glance up at him, slowly moistening his lips with his tongue as he desperately tried to grasp some words. Some retort even...but what could you really say?

" You'd better think carefully Derby, as apparently words have left you. Now, this is your last warning, stop looking at me all razzed up that I caught you at such an inadequate moment, it's unbearably uncomfortable to watch and for God's sake man! Quit licking your lips!"

Yes. Derby could definitely feel the heat coming off of Bif now. The overbearing tall Taylor was looking at him intently,, eyes trained on him. Derby bit his lip.

" Oh hell...!" and with that exclamation Bif hit him square in the jaw, rocking Derby on his heels, as Derby swung sporadically, losing a glove in the process. He managed to grab a hold of the first thing he could get his hands on as he started to ascend...and it just so happened to be Bif's thick neck.

250 pounds of muscle fell upon him, knocking the air out of him but Bif wasn't done throwing punches, thankfully none of them connected. Derby wrestled against the bigger boy in attempt to get some leverage...at once he noted something pressing against him.

" My God Bif, punching me in the face gets YOU off, you"

" Oh come off it pretty boy. It's not punching you in the face, trust me."

His words were thick and heavy. As he stopped trying to hold Derby underneath him long enough to look him in the eyes."

" You're such a cad you know that Derby? coming in here all sweaty and hot and bothered just to tease me."

There eyes met. Derby couldn't wrap his mind around what Bif was implying.

It was too late for an explanation as a hot and demanding mouth captured his. Derby's eyes fluttered and he felt incredibly dazed and so sickly enticed. " Wrong" was something Derby didn't do well with because he made all the rules. Gord got to go around kissing that low life prostitute Lola, which was against everything that their society ever stood for, as well as get his fun chasing and catching the boys.

Closets were meant to have a few skeletons, hands that smelt of leather were meant to paw and grab, tongues that so violently dish out the worst lashing were meant to imploring questions in the mouth of an old friend. They sure in the hell were.

Derby couldn't help but sigh, hungrily pleading for more, the feel of silk brushing against his fingertips. He wasn't sure what or how even, that all this had transpired but he felt as if he just made a very proper investment, very proper indeed.

" You're smirking." Bif stated, he seemed quite pleased with himself.

" Ah well...that was...quite unexpected Bif."

" Not like you weren't wanting it Derby." Bif retorted easily, his word sounded with an almost tangible finesse.

" Why should I deny that Bif? I always get what I want in the end anyways."

" Why you dirty, little cad!" Bif seemed almost outraged but he smiled easily.

" A handsome cad mind you. Not to ruin the mood or anything, but it's late and we must be getting back home"

Bif nodded and straightened up, pulling Derby along with him. They both were heavily breathing, covered in sweat, and smelled like an odd combination of the latex like material of the ring and each other's cologne.

" Hey Bif?" Derby asked as Bif headed for the door clothes in hand.

" Yes Derby?"

" You're still my right hand man, yes?"

Bif's eyes sparkled as he replied, " Why of course Derby, always have been, always will be." Derby began to realize that "right hand man" would start to entail a lot more than it had before. He was indeed pleased.