BNCH3

Brendan opened his bleary eyes and looked around. His eyes settled on Billy, and he smiled sleepily.

"Go to sleep."

"They'll be here for me tomorrow. They think you've kidnapped me, you know."

"We'll have to show them that you're a willing hostage then." Billy leered. Brendan blushed and hid his face in Billy's chest.

"Don't tease me."

"I won't sweetheart. Go to sleep. I mean it this time. It's three in the morning.

When morning had passed and the sun was high on the skies, Billy was still in bed, leaning on the bedpost. His bed was probably the only nice thing in his apartment. It was pretty big, in dark wood and it had four posters that were handy when he felt like a little bondage and a headboard with tribal pattern carved into it. He had made that himself actually. He was quite good with knives, and not just for cutting up people either. The sheets were really soft. Nothing fancy, just plain washed out cotton sheets in solid colours because they were so damn comfortable.

He'd had a stint in his youth when he bought satin sheets. They were fancy and looked nice, but they were also slippery, sticky, tore easily and fucking cold. They just weren't worth the trouble.

Brendan had gotten hot during the night and taken off his clothes, so now Billy was enjoying the sight of his mark, a tribal tattoo curving along his hipbone and disappeared under the sheets at the swell of his bum.

Billy grinned evilly and nipped at his favourite curve of the tattoo. When Brendan had gotten the tattoo a month ago, Billy had been pouting for days because his tattoo artist – who was sworn not to tell the gang or anyone else for that matter– had seen the bite marks centred at that particular spot and promptly told Billy to get himself a rubber toy to chew on for the next couple of days.

Brendan loved the tattoo, Billy loved it more, because in addition to their traditional tribal patterns, a 'B' was nicely placed right on the inside of his hipbone. That was the part of the tattoo Billy had showed Nick Hume the night before. If only he knew that the 'B' did not stand for 'Brendan'.

Said boy whimpered in his sleep and pushed against Billy's touch. His smile broadened and his tongue darted out to lap up the tiny amount of sweat.

"Billy…" the teen murmured. Billy slicked his fingers with a few drops of lube, and slipped one into the tight heat. Brendan's sleep-fogged eyed snapped open as he gasped.

Billy could hear his door opening and slamming shut and Bodie calling a greeting. He didn't answer; instead he added another finger and stroked them past the little gland inside his boy, making him moan loudly. Billy just smirked as he heard the footfalls that had been approaching his bedroom halt, go back and turn on the TV.

He continued torturing him for nearly half an hour. By the time he heard Detective Wallis knocking on his door, saying she wanted to speak with Billy Darley, and Bodie had let her in and told her to take a seat because he might be a while, Breandan's skin was slick with sweat, he was shaking, his hands were clawing weakly at every part of Billy he could reach and he was pleading quietly for more, for anything. For Billy he was the perfect image of submission, of perfection.

For most people in this neighbourhood, the angry face of Billy Darley was starring in their nightmares and for his gang he was a leader and a fucking scary guy who they worked for.

For Brendan he was safety. Billy did indeed protect what was his, but there was little he set his claim on. Joe was a grown up man and no longer his to protect – he was dead anyway - but Brendan was his alone.

He didn't understand why the teen felt safe with him. He knew that his breed of men was nearly gone from the surface of the world. In simple terms he was the alpha of the pack, more to the point; the provider and protector. Billy needed someone to care for, spoil and dote upon; someone who needed him, to mark as his. Most wanted to be spoiled, lazy and cared for, but not Billy.

Brendan must have noticed what went though his lovers mind as he raised his head and kissed him, the rough chin scraping against his own smooth one. Billy took over the kiss quickly and kissed him possessively. He slid higher on his body, settling between the strong and hockey honed thighs. Brendan brought his legs up to cradle the heavy body, welcoming the weight. He continued to lick and nip at Billy's skin until the chosen spots were flushed red.

Billy leaned his head on Brendan's shoulder as he slowly began to push in. The teen mewled and wiggled underneath him, pouting slightly as he felt Billy smirk against his shoulder.

"Bastard…" he hissed. Billy would have laughed if he weren't so damn close to coming. It had been hard to hold back for so long, and then to have such wet and hot silky flesh wrapped around him was maddening.

Brendan usually loved being filled slowly. It had little to do with not being able to handle the pain, because Billy always prepared him well. He just loved the feeling of the slow thrusts opening him up, but right now he just wanted it hard and fast right from the start.

Billy grabbed his wrists and pinned them over his head so Brendan wouldn't rip his skin to shreds in pure frustration. He started rocking his hips slowly going deeper with ever thrust. Brendan bit his lip and tried to push back, and pull Billy deeper using his legs, but alas it was of no use. His lover was set on tormenting him.

In the past he had loved Billy's raw strength; how he could just pick him up like he weighed nothing, more importantly; take him against the wall without dropping him. Right now it was…..debatable.

"Please…." Brendan whined and arched his back.

"Please what?" Billy murmured in his ear.

"Harder…"

"Now was that so hard?" he asked and pulled so only the very tip was still inside. He released his wrists and grabbed his hip. Brendan's eyes were black with lust and his face was flushed deeply. He was so beautiful.

Billy hissed as nails dug into his lower arms. Growling he thrust hard. Brendan whimpered brokenly and clung to the strong frame above him, as Billy set a steady and deep pace, steadily increasing until the younger man was incoherent.

Brendan scrambled for something to hold onto as he felt the heat in his body coiling, ready to burst. Billy felt the already tight walls start contracting around him but grit his teeth and thrust deeper, feeling himself hit the very top of the cavity. Brendan choked and came hard, convulsing powerfully around the large intrusion in his body. Billy bit into his lip and came as the strong muscles milked him.

Sighing contently, Brendan pulled Billy down on top of him – Billy for once not objecting – and enjoyed the heat radiating from his bowels. His body still twitched occasionally as he came down from his high. He giggled happily as Billy licked his neck.

"Stop…" he laughed and wiggled joyfully.

Billy huffed and pinned him to the bed. "Taste good…" he said continued his pre-breakfast. He was interrupted by rising voices in the living room.

"Guests?"

Billy blinked and listened. Who..? "Bodie and….Wallis?" he had at some point registered that they had come into his apartment, but he'd obviously been too far gone to actually take in the fact that someone was in his flat.

"Shower before breakfast?" Brendan just nodded. Billy gave a final lick before he carefully pulled out, but Brendan still winched slightly. Billy frowned as he saw the pink tinged liquid seeping from the teen.

"I'm sorry." He murmured in his raspy voice and kissed his belly, a few inches below the navel.

"I'm okay, just a bit sore." Billy nodded and rolled off.

"You okay standing up?" he asked worriedly. Brendan swung his legs onto the floor and stood up, only to have his legs give out. Billy caught him before he hit the floor. "Apparently not." He said and lifted him up and carried him to the shower. He turned the knobs and let the water heat up before he stepped under the spray and pulled Brendan with him.