Title: The Six Degrees Of Separation

Author: BipolarMolar

Author's notes: Please read, review if you can. Enjoy. I have other Bralker fics on the go but I take Bralker requests. Obviously, I can't write about what I don't know, as I only started watching when the Stug storyline began. But if you have an idea you'd like me to write for you, let me know in as review or private message. Important Note: Please please let me know what kinks/ occurrences etc that you'd like to see in my fics- sometimes I flail a bit and I want my fics to be giving you exactly what you'd like to read. But phrase it nicely, I'm new to this! :D

The line in this chapter "having a man hard in his arms and soft on his lips" was inspired by the line from the song Physical- "I want you hard in my arms, so soft on my mattress" by Adam Ant. If you haven't guessed, I'm rather a fan of him.

Warning; There's quite a bit of swearing. And they may seem a bit OOC, but I figure- that's the price you pay to read and write fanfiction. And while writing it, I could hear them saying it in their voices, so I feel ok about it. Oh well, Slutty!Walker seems to be a roaring success. The smut will be in the next chapter.

Brendan seized Walker, pulling him in for a searing kiss. It wasn't romantic but the passion was there; their lips clashing together under a cacophony of moans and gasps. The strength of the quick kiss almost undid Brendan- having a man hard in his arms and soft on his lips, so ready, so right- it almost made him shag the man right there. Instead, Brendan broke away almost regretfully; his heart pounding at the sight of Walker's bewildered expression, his lips and cheeks reddened with arousal.

"Why'd you stop?"

Brendan didn't answer him.

"Why do you have sex with so many people, Walker?" he asked coldly, ignoring the click as Walker snapped his jaws together, the pout hardening into a thin line.

"I like it" the shameless statement impressed Brendan somewhat.

"What's your preference? Men, women-"

"Men. Why are you asking?"

"You like being fucked." It wasn't a question.

Walker's look hardened, if possible. Determined to make this as uncomfortable for Brendan as it was for him, he spoke bluntly. "Yes, I enjoy being fucked up the arse. I like it on my knees, or on my back with my legs bent. I love to give head. I've even touched myself whilst thinking about you, Brendan. It's an addiction. I'm addicted to sex. Is this going anywhere?"

Brendan schooled his features into an impenetrable mask. "Here's the new law: you will satisfy your urges with me. No more middle-men, no more yes-men, just me. Do you understand?"

"Brendan-"

"Do you understand?"

"You're not enough for me-" Walker started but Brendan held up a hand.

"Don't even bother, Walker, because my previous partners have never complained. And if you manage to look me in the eye and say you think I'm compensating or that I'm not that good in the sack-" he paused a beat, seeing Walker's eyes flicker with something dangerously like hope. "I'll laugh right in your face. Lock up the bar for me, won't you?" he began to walk away.

"Wait! Brendan! Is that it?" Walker's voice raised a couple of octaves, his face taking on an angry desperation. "You're not going to deliver on your promise? COWARD!" The last word was a bellow, frustrated but scathing. Brendan slowly turned towards him, face calm.

"I didn't say I wouldn't do this, Walker. I will turn you off others, there'll only be me. And you know what I'm going to do? I'm not just going to satisfy you, I'm going to exhaust you. You won't even be able to think of sex for days after, you tart. " He smiled. "But not right now."

"Why not?" With his denim-clad legs still spread wide, his eyes dark and dilated, it took all of Brendan's strength to stop himself from pouncing on the man right there and then.

"Because I'm going to make you crave me, Walker. You're going to come to me. You're going to beg me." And with that departing note, he left, Walker's shocked expression branded in his mind.

Walker was stronger than Brendan thought. It took him a week to crack. A week to submit. As each day passed, Walker got a little harder to handle, a little less pleasant. That artificial charm of his seemed to have depleted by the third day. He didn't say "Please" or "Thank you" and he certainly didn't smile. He stopped goading Brendan and Joel, although he almost reduced a female customer at the bar to tears. Brendan realised, on the fourth day, as Walker stomped into the bar one evening, eyes heavy-lidded and an expression murderous, that the man did have an addiction. He needed sex, and regularly, without it he was unbearable.

"What's wrong with him?" Joel had discreetly asked, on day five when Walker had spent the whole evening doing no work, just watching Brendan from across the bar. They were closing up, the last stragglers staggering out and Walker hadn't moved. Brendan had the faintest idea that Walker was checking him out and didn't even know he was doing it. To test his theory, Brendan 'accidentally' spilled a drink on himself, giving him an excuse to remove his own T-shirt with mock irritation. He felt Walker's eyes on him, and grinned in satisfaction hearing the choking noise from his admirer as he peeled off his shirt. Yes, this was going to be good.

"He's not well, Joel," He told him loudly. "He needs something to get better. Get something in him. If he needs my help, he'll ask."

Walker groaned.

It was only a matter of time before Walker would come to Brendan. Both men knew that.

Walker came to him. As Brendan predicted.

It was a clear night, the dark sky cloudless, a rich black instead of the usual mottled inky grey. Brendan sat in his room, debating whether or not to watch a DVD or not when he heard footsteps outside. Parting the curtains, he squinted down at the stretch of pavement. Walker was standing outside, pale under the halo of light surrounding the lamppost behind him, his lanky frame washed in the orange glow like a silhouette.

Waiting.

Walker looked up, right up at Brendan's window and their eyes met. Too far to touch or hear, but the connection was powerful; Brendan could sense the man's desire, as clearly as if Walker was panting in his ear or rutting against his hip. He rushed down the stairs, flinging the door wide.

"Simon." He said and as the door swung open, he was attacked by a flurry of quick kisses and eager hands as Walker forced his way into the building.

It was rather being like caught out at sea, Brendan thought dazedly as he felt Walker's hands, chilled by the night air, slide under his shirt. To be overwhelmed and pulled in so many directions, by so many sensations

Walker's lips were nudging Brendan's, his tongue forcing it's way into Brendan's mouth while Walker's hands made light work of the buttons in Brendan's shirt. And as for Walker's crotch, the denim of his jeans cold form his exposure to the cold night, grinding against Brendan's groin, well that was…distracting.

"Mm, no…" Brendan managed, succeeding in shoving the man off him. Walker's pout at the rebuff could have melted the hardest heart, but it was another hard part of Brendan that he was considering now. He reminded himself that he wasn't just here to get lucky; he had to teach Walker a lesson. Sate the insatiable.

"Wait five minutes then come to my room." Brendan strode up the stairs without looking back. A part of him wanted to turn back, see Walker's shocked face but he ducked his head, kept walking.

As soon as he was safely in his room, Brendan shut the door behind him, leaning on it with a sigh. The knowledge that Walker was downstairs right now, eager and desperate, waiting for him was a mindfuck. His bed was suddenly looking very inviting. He threw himself onto it as hurried footsteps thudded on the stairs, just managing to reach a position that looked positively relaxed, when Walker raced into the room.

Once look at the flushed, panting man and Brendan felt his heart stutter in his chest. He showed no sign that he was affected; he simply gave Walker a lazy smile, waving him into the room with a flick of his hand.

"Walker…so nice of you to join me-"

"Brendan- what's going on-

Brendan held up a hand to stop the verbal freight train. "Shh. Patience, Walker. You know what you're going to do?" Without waiting for a reply, he said "You're going to turn a trick."

Author's Notes: Didn't get as much writing done as I'd intended, but next chapter should be good. This is a little bit more complicated than some of the others, so exercise patience like poor Walker is having to do! Next chapter will have dom!Brendan trying to train Walker into giving BB what he wants. Housepoints to anyone who knows what Brendan means by "Turn a trick."