***Smut Warning*** But, that's where we left off from last time. I could have left it to the imagination, but I decided some Stendan action was much needed. I hope you enjoy it. The question from the last chapter is now revealed as well. Thanks for reading. Comments are always appreciated! :)

Chapter 6

Brendan pushed Stephen down onto the bed, barely having taken the time to strip the bedding down. He didn't want anything tangling up with him – nothing but Stephen's flesh. He'd waited a week for this; tormented each time their eyes caught from the distance, his cock twitching each time he'd been close enough to breathe him in. Never had he wanted anyone like this. It was so instant, intense... and he couldn't fight it. He didn't want to fight it. Stephen Hay was his. He'd made that fact clear in his office a week ago. Today, he intended to close that special deal.

Ste looked up with anxious eyes, his breath coming in and out quickly as he watched Brendan stripping. Brendan's hands were unhurried as he slid from his jacket, his fingers slowly slicing through the buttons on his shirt... even more so as he reached the button and zipper on his slacks. Brendan's gaze remained fixed on him, almost as if he were committing him to memory. Ste wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. He had learned one thing in the short time he'd known Brendan – Brendan Brady did nothing by accident. Every move he made was well thought out, calculated even. It was always easy to see in the deep and distant look in Brendan's eyes. He didn't think he'd ever understand what placed that certain look in Brendan's eyes... he just knew the man to be complicated. Some looks he enjoyed being the one to provoke... others he undoubtedly didn't want to find his name attached at the end of it.

"Slide out of your pants, Stephen." Brendan began to move his hands faster, pausing only to throw packets of condoms onto the bed. A small bottle of lubricant followed before he quickly shed the rest of his clothes. Watching Stephen's slow progress, Brendan growled, "Hurry, Stephen. I'm not feeling very patient."

A nervous chuckle followed. "Really? I hadn't realized."

Brendan yanked at the pants that Stephen was ineffectively trying to slither free from, a smile of approval for the boy's bravado twitching his lips – despite how false that bravery may be. "Mouthy, eh Stephen? I think I can silence you quickly."

Ste's breathless laugh was soon forced back into his throat when he found Brendan's naked body crawling above him to cover his own. In what was shorter than an instant, Brendan had finished undressing himself and him too... his larger body curving over his own, no doubt present that he was staking his claim in this possession. Brendan had been so territorial when they'd shared that moment in the office at Chez Chez. As he looked into the smoldering eyes that bored into his own, Ste had the feeling that would only continue. "Just go easy, okay? First time and all. I'm a bit nervous, me."

A possessive and almost predatory smile crossed Brendan's lips. The knowledge that he'd be Stephen's first caused his cock to throb and search for immediate relief. He wanted this boy so fucking badly. Brendan had the feeling this was only the beginning. One thing he already knew for certain – he couldn't envision a time where the thoughts of Stephen being with another man didn't fill his body with rage. Stephen belonged to him... until he said otherwise. Brendan had the feeling that wouldn't happen for a long time to come. He lifted his hand to stroke against the softness of Stephen's face, his voice husky and full, "Don't ye worry, Stephen. I'm gonna take good care of ye." Leaning in closer, he placed his lips against the boy's jaw... licking, kissing, biting at his skin. "This will be as good for you as it is for me."

A moan followed as he gave himself completely over to Brendan's possession. He knew in his mind and heart to be no other option. His head arched back as Brendan went through the steps of preparing his body. Brendan's fingers felt so good inside of him... so fucking right. Panting and needful groans escaped as Ste watched Brendan protecting and lubing himself up. Brendan slashed his lips over his the instant he began to push inside of him. It didn't take long for what began as a painful invasion to turn into one of burning desire. A gasp fell from Ste's lips as he looked into the scorching gaze that possessed him. Ste whimpered softly, "Hurts... b-but, feels so good."

"Just relax, Stephen." Brendan's breath came in and out slowly as he began to thrust through the barriers, his teeth gritting as the unbelievably tight muscles clamped down on him. "So good, Stephen." His hands reached out to clasp Stephen's hips as he marginally slid forward, his eyes caught and held by the pleasure-pain that transformed Stephen's beautiful face. He had never been one to voice such thoughts; yet, he couldn't help but to realize the unique beauty in Stephen. The boy was hot from head to toe... but, he held a remarkable beauty as well. As Stephen's body slowly adjusted to his wide girth, Brendan increased his strokes, knowing next time he would go at him with much more fervor. This time had to be special for Stephen. It amazed and befuddled him that Stephen's pleasure meant so much to him, but he knew that it did.

Ste clutched at the sheets beneath him as his hips began to buck upwards to meet Brendan's thrusts, almost through a will of their own. Every movement brought Brendan deeper, each deep jab tapping at his sweet spot. His eyes began to roll back into his head as he felt the orgasm building in him. He wasn't even touching himself and he felt he was about to come. "I-I'm gonna come, Brendan. Fuck..."

Brendan's eyes became fierce and determined. Stephen's husky pants nearly driving him over the edge. "That's a good lad," Brendan murmured throatily, his hips increasing his speed... all en route to driving them both over the edge. He growled as he felt Stephen's muscles clamping down. "Oh yeah. Let it go, Stephen. Let everything go."

A few more frenzied strokes later, each of them did just that. Ste sighed in contentment, yet with a bit of soreness as Brendan slid out of him and rolled to his side. "That was... well, just – wow," Ste said in a breathless voice.

Brendan sat up on the side of the bed, smiling crookedly at Stephen from over his shoulder as he disposed of the filled condom. "It was, Stephen." He patted Stephen on the thigh, before standing up to slip back into his clothes, realizing they didn't have a lot of time here before Amy and the kids returned. He grimaced as he looked down at himself, knowing he would need to go home for a quick shower before heading back to the club. There was no way of knowing when his new partner would be making an appearance. Brendan had the feeling it would be very soon. It really didn't matter to him if he was found reeking of another man. What did matter to him was Danny learning about Stephen. Until he knew exactly what sort of threat Danny or his son-in-law represented, he didn't want his relationship with Stephen to become public knowledge.

That alarmed him the most. He had known the boy for such a short time and already he was getting beneath his skin. That was not how Brendan Brady lived his life. As he finished dressing, he looked at Stephen laying contentedly in the bed, realizing he had a weakness that he'd never had before. This young beautiful boy. Danny Houston couldn't know that. No matter what happened, Brendan knew he would always protect Stephen from harm. No matter what means were used... the dark side of his life would never hurt Stephen.

After a goodbye that consisted of fifteen minutes of heavy petting and mind-altering kisses, Brendan let himself out. Stephen was off tonight. When the day had begun he had known he couldn't wait another day before seeing him... touching him. Now that he'd finally had him, Brendan knew it was only the beginning. They would need to be discreet, but it was manageable. It had to be. He would need to discuss that with Stephen tomorrow night. Stephen would need to keep up the pretenses of dating the girl everyone thought he was seeing... but, the truth of the matter being – Stephen belonged to him. He couldn't reveal that to the rest of the world just yet... but, Stephen would know it. Right now, that was all that mattered.

Hours later, Brendan sat behind his desk, writing out checks and assuring himself the bookkeeping was up to date. He shook his head at the mess he'd taken on. Cheryl had done her best... but, Warren had obviously only been drinking up the profits as he cruised the bar for one lady after the other. He knew Chez Chez would be all the better with him gone, but at least with Warren he didn't have any interference... most especially none that he couldn't handle effectively.

He looked up with a frown when a knock fell on his door. His eyes piercing it to greet his unwelcomed interruption, he called out, "It's open."

A tall man stepped inside, eyes touching on him briefly before moving to look around the room in an expression of bored disinterest.

Brendan's eyes dismissed him. He looked like trouble... and the kind he didn't need here now. "Sorry. We're not hiring." He looked up to find the man smiling at him almost condescendingly. Brendan's irritation grew even more. "Leave your name at the bar if you like. I wouldn't sit by the phone, though."

The man boldly moved forward, pausing only to close the door behind him. He confidently walked towards Brendan's desk, taking a seat across from it without being invited. "I'm not here for a job, Mr. Brady. Oh. I guess I can call you Brendan, being that we're partners now."

Brendan's expression became blank... devoid of any emotion. "Ahhhh. Danny's mysterious son-in-law. I expected you'd be arriving soon." He continued leafing through the papers on his desk, giving his best unconcerned attitude. "So, do you have a name, or do you go by Danny's boy?"

"Hardly." He scoffed. "I'm no one's mouthpiece."

"Right." Brendan looked at him dubiously. "I wonder, does Danny know that?" He smirked at the brief flash of fear in the other man's eyes. "Right. Just as I thought."

He glared at Brendan. Having known showing any kind of weakness was the worse thing to do, he tried to backtrack and distract him. An introduction seemed the perfect place to start. "Name is Walker. However, you can call me Simon."

TBC