Chapter 7

A smile twisted Brendan's lips as he viewed the total debauched look on Steven's face. The boy was pure sin from every conceivable angle. He wanted to evoke that look in the young lad - over and over again. There wasn't a doubt they had much to explore yet; however, business needed some attention. He still hadn't gained a clear picture on what was going on with Steven and Danny's baby girl. He needed those answers. Protecting Steven placed him in just as much danger - if not more. Knowing what they were up against, and effectively solving it, was the only answer.

Brendan reached down and cupped Steven's chin; he raised it to meet his turbulent expression. "That was very nice, Steven. You have quite a gift. One that will only improve with practice."

Ste tried to appear indifferent; he shrugged his shoulders as he weakly staggered to his feet. "Who's to say I'll try it again? Maybe I didn't like it."

Roaring with laughter, Brendan patted him on the head almost condescendingly. "You liked it just fine, Steven. I'd say you can't wait to do it again. Later, though. We need to finish our little chat."

Ste edged away from Brendan, his eyes wary on him. He wanted to trust him. There wasn't a doubt he needed someone to trust. He just wasn't sure. "I've told you all I know..." Ste hedged.

"I don't believe that, Steven. You have to know something about this bloke... especially being that you and Rae are such good mates." Brendan began circling the boy like the seasoned shark that he was. They wouldn't be leaving until he had more to go on. Not to mention, he hadn't even begun having his taste of him. He'd have both before this night was done.

A deep frown piercing his brow, Ste looked at Brendan in suspicion. "How do I know I can trust you? For all I know, you're working for Danny... just waiting to set me up good."

"Of course I'm working for him. How else would I know about you and your connection?" Brendan shot Steven a menacing smile as he spoke the words, his revelation causing the boy's face to whiten like a ghost. Fearing he was about to convulse into a pile before him, Brendan urged him, "Relax, Steven. If I meant to turn you in - I'd have already done just that. You'd be roughed up in the back alley waiting for Danny's men to take you away."

"Like I believe that!" Ste's eyes were wide in terror. He knew he shouldn't have trusted him. Fuck! He was trapped in this hotel room with this madman. He had to get out... and now. "I've told you all I know about Rae and her kid. It's nothing to do with me. You can just tell your boss that..."

"Stop right there. Danny isn't my boss." Brendan's lips twisted into a snarl. "I don't answer to any man. He paid me to find you; well, I did that. It doesn't mean I'm handing you over. I told you I can help; I can do that... but I need you to help me find the way."

Ste didn't know why but he believed Brendan. He had no reason to trust him, or even like him; but, there was something about him. It reached out to him like nothing he'd ever known. He wanted to believe him. Fuck. He hoped he could. "I don't know much. Rae trusts me, but she's been really tight-lipped about this guy. Thinks she loves him. It's her way of protecting him, I guess."

Nodding, Brendan urged Steven over to the bed. "Sit down. Tell me everything. Then, I will see where it takes us. Trust me, Steven. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

Quickly, he told him what he knew. It certainly wasn't much. He didn't have a name, age, or physical address. Once, she had shown him a picture. It was an old one, the edges were worn. There was no doubt it was taken long before Rae had known him; and still, she had said he looked virtually the same. A light flared in Brendan's eyes when he told him where Rae had gone to meet him. He explained that the man owned a nightclub. It was there that she had met him. When Brendan continued to stare blankly ahead, almost as if he were assembling the most intricate of puzzles, Ste told him, "Uhhh, that's all I know."

Amazing how the pieces could fall together when you least expected it... and with so little information given. Well, well. The mouse had really came out to play with the big cats. It was only a matter of deciding which cat would hunt and destroy the baby rat first. "You've given me the answer, Steven. Now, it's time to go home and clean house."

"Home? You're letting me go now?" Ste wasn't sure if he was relieved or even more frightened. He hadn't expected that.

"No. You misunderstand me. We're going to my home... but, not quite yet. That is where the trap will be laid. Now... it's time for my reward." Brendan leaned in and pressed Steven down into the mattress, his body crawling over him. It wasn't wise to start this... but the exhilaration in him spurred on other desires. Their departure could be a bit delayed now. However, the pleasure he was about to receive far surpassed anything else.

"What are you talking about? You make no sense!" Ste protested, unable to deny to himself how good the Irishman's body felt pressing his body down into the bed. As he felt his cock straining against his jeans, Ste realized it felt more than good. His body was on fire, and he doubted that feeling would end anytime soon.

Brendan began to grind his hips into Steven's, his hands reaching out to clasp the boy's face, determined to keep his eyes fiercely on him. He growled a series of curses, most of them vows of all he intended to do to him, before his mouth smashed down on Ste's pliant, and perfectly shaped ones. He couldn't think past the here and now. His answers might be coming now... but this was the need that had to be answered. "I want to fuck you, Steven. Tell me you want that too."

Ste moaned under the total onslaught of Brendan's mouth. How could he possibly deny it? His body answered that question more simply than any words could do. His hands reached out and grasped at Brendan's strong, corded back. Hell, the man was strong. Who wouldn't feel safe in this man's arms? Ste gasped as Brendan's tongue shot deep into his mouth. It was a devouring and claiming all in one kiss. He was lost. When Brendan finally released his mouth, Ste's breath was shallow. His face flushed, and eyes pools of liquid want, he whimpered when he read the lust returned in Brendan's eyes. Yeah. He was definitely lost. Whatever this passion was, he couldn't see any way to deny it.

"Well, Steven? I'm waiting..." Brendan told him, his hands busy undoing both of their pants - no doubt in his mind what Steven's answer would be.

"I - I want you, Brendan." Ste couldn't look away from the smoldering heat in Brendan's eyes. Without understanding his actions for what they were, he began to lift his hips to ease Brendan's path in removing their clothes. All he could think about was Brendan, and how he made him feel. As Brendan's naked body bore him down into the bed, Ste let go of every thought except the sensations derived from this moment. His life might be filled with danger and turmoil... but for now, he was going to live for the moment.

Tomorrow seemed very far away right now.

TBC