( Sorry for the exhaustive wait, everyone. Both being much more of a busy sort than previously as well as having a creative flow that tends to fluctuate has kept me from writing until just recently. I do indeed hope that all of you will enjoy this newest installment. :) )

As Dan arrived at the Burgerphile, he wasted no time in grabbing a black satchel from his car. He silently thanked whatever force that made Dan* choose public transportation over borrowing his car as such a thing would've been quite cumbersome to simply carry around.

Sneaking behind the building and out of the sight of anyone that might stop him, Dan quietly slipped in the back door. Apparently whoever had orchestrated this was quite stupid to leave such a vulnerability wide open. Smiling confidently at what he knew was sure to be a victory on his behalf, Dan inched closer to the storage room which was fortunately vacant as he listened to the conversation just a few feet away.

It seemed that they were currently making demands for money in exchange for the hostages. Dan rolled his eyes as he prepared one of the several tear gas canisters that he'd swiped from a military facility a few years back. Where was their creativity? It seemed as though every hostage situation ended up being this way, no finesse whatsoever.

Turning to peer out at the group of hostages, he clenched a tear gas canister in one hand, waiting for just the right moment. It seemed as though the criminals were too busy watching the movements of the police outside to know of his presence. Good. Pulling the pin, Dan chucked the device out into the main area and waited, every bit fortunate to his immunity toward such wretched chemicals. What appeared to be the leader noticed the can and looked in his direction, then back at the device with alarm. Five seconds passed, then ten.

Dan began to panic as he wondered why the restaurant was not being filled with tear gas and even more so with the approach of footsteps. Searching his bag with desperation, he hoped his crowbar was still there like last time but fell short of reaching it as a long shadow came to rest above his kneeling form.

"What do we have here? Some sort of a hero?"

A man with scraggly brown hair and lanky physique grinned darkly at Dan before kicking him onto his side.

"Listen, I don't know where you came from but you're not doing anything unless it's being a human shield."

His hands that were previously folded behind his back slowly came forward, one revealing a semi automatic hand gun.

"Now get out front before I fire a couple of rounds into your kneecaps, runt."

Dan glared viciously at the last remark but did as he was told. If it had not been for the gun, he would've been tempted to mangle him for such a thing.

Meanwhile at work, Dan*waited patiently at his desk for the next meeting. It seemed the ad agency was supposed to come up with a pitch for a new brand of sport drink. Tapping his fingers, he watched the tv set in the corner for something to pass the time. One of the other employees had been watching a daytime drama, but that was cut short as a news flash appeared.

The reporter seemed jittery as he recounted the events that were taking place, a camera panning in close to the windows of the Burgerphile as he did so. A hostage situation? Dan* thought. Those didn't seem to happen very often in the Van Nuys area.

As he looked closer, he noticed something. "No.. It couldn't be." He spoke disbelieving. Focusing harder, it was impossible to deny. Dan was among the people being held hostage.

Tightening a fist, Dan had to calm himself before he slammed it into the desk. No need to cause a scene. Still he knew how Dan cherished the local restaurant and it was only obvious he'd try to play the hero in such a situation. Standing over his desk, Dan* tried his hardest to remain calm. He promised him he wouldn't do this to him.. Had it all been an empty lie? How could he even think it would be okay to endanger himself after what they'd both been through?

As much as Dan hated to do it, he placed a hand on his phone to page his boss.

"Hello, Miss Cromwell? As much as I hate to inform you on my first day, I believe I'm feeling really sick. Due to what? I'm not that sure.. possibly a virus from the way I feel. Thank you so much, Miss Cromwell. I'll be sure to sign out and hopefully I'll be better by morning."

Grabbing his briefcase, Dan left the building though not too hurriedly. He was supposed to be feigning sickness after all. Once he'd left, he took off in a sprint to the Burgerphile. Pushing past the crowd, Dan* was stopped short of a burly officer.

"Excuse me sir, one of my friends are in there. Can you tell me if anyone has been hurt?"

The officer frowned, understanding of his concern. "An elderly guy was shot in the arm, other than that, nothing. Don't worry, we'll handle it."

Dan* simply nodded.

After a few minutes, the walkie talkie in the officers hand crackled as a message came through. "Officer Douglas? We've reached an agreement on negotiating to have the hostages set free. Have your weapon ready."

The officer grabbed his gun and got into position, glancing back at Dan* immediately afterward. You need to step back or else you'll be in the line of fire." Compliant, Dan* moved farther back and waited, fearful of what might happen. As it turned out, the gunmen let the hostages go peacefully and Dan* made his way to Dan just as he was opening the door to his car.

"You could've been killed, you know. "

Dan dropped his keys in shock as he turned around to face his imposter.

Gathering his nerve, he scowled. "Don't start with me. " he warned. "If you knew anything about what that place meant to me.."

Dan* felt himself becoming more angry as well. "..that I'd what? Let you just jump into the line of fire and risk getting yourself killed? No! I would not!" Pushing Dan somewhat roughly against the side of his car and grabbing his shirt, he spoke with a serious tone.

"Relationships are about give and take, not making those that love you worry unnecessarily, not breaking promises!" These words spoken through gritted teeth as he glared at Dan.

Dan felt some guilt but was too stubborn to admit it. Instead he pushed back against Dan*. "You have no say over what I can and can't do!"

The imposter could hardly believe what he was hearing and even worse, barely contain his temper as he swiped Dan's car keys from his hand. "When it comes to doing stupid shit like this, I most certainly can!" Now get in. I'm taking you home.

Once they arrived home, Dan* placed the keys on the coffee table as he glared back at Dan. It was obvious that Dan was becoming more disobedient and certain actions were needed.

"Come over here." He instructed and surprisingly Dan obeyed him despite glaring back. Moving his hands to Dan's jeans, he unzipped them and jerked them down. Before Dan knew what had happened, he was bent over his imposter's lap and being lectured.

"You are a delinquent, Dan and are in need of discipline. It seems obvious that you didn't get enough of that from your parents, but I'm going to make sure that you are disciplined for your bad behavior."

Just as part of Dan* enjoyed such an act, he knew it was also required. If Dan chose to misbehave, there would be consequences.

Feeling the imposter's hand come down hard, Dan yelped in surprise but endured until his backside was a bright red. Fighting back tears at such a reprimand, Dan stood once he was allowed to do so.

Looking him over, the imposter smirked. "Now get on your knees."

Dan looked at him astonished "Why should I do that?" Came his annoyed response.

At such hesitance, the imposter gave him a stern look which commanded that he obey and he found himself on his knees before him, his gaze staring up at him as he awaited what was going to happen, however clueless.

Unzipping his own pants, Dan* positioned his arousal at Dan's mouth. "You're going to be a good boy and suck it."

Reluctantly, Dan took it into his mouth as his gaze met that of his former imposter-now significant other.

He smiled mentally at the lusty moans coming from him as he worked and wanted to hear more. The more he thought of it, the more he wanted his imposter under his control if only for one night. He would simply have to play along for now.

Not long afterward, they had moved to the bed and what was punishment had quickly turned into Dan* fumbling with the rest of his own clothes before sitting straddle of Dan's torso. His fingers moved delicately, almost teasingly as he caressed him. A tender nip placed here and there, as well as a soft smile finding it's way over his lips. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?" He whispered as he leaned close to his ear. "I'm going to savor taking you."

Dan could feel himself blush at these sensually spoken words, his nude body completely exposed and vulnerable. Even as he lay there, chill bumps formed not only from the soft wind of the ceiling fan, but due to the excitement filling the room.

Feeling the imposter pressing against him, he moaned as all thoughts disappeared except one and that was of the undeniable feeling of pleasure pulsating through his body as his imposter thrust deeper, filling him.

Clutching at Dan's hips, Dan* began pressing into him, while his mouth latched onto his neck, lapping, sucking, biting and marking Dan as his. Dan's needful whimpers and mewls only served to drive him all the harder toward his goal.

Dan could feel himself drawing nearer to his climax, his body tensing as he released against his imposter's stomach. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the imposter smiled yet again taking time to tease.

"I enjoyed watching you writhe beneath me, your moaning as I took you. You really are quite beautiful when you're being fucked." Moving further down so that they were now face to face, the imposter bent down, kissing his lip, before biting carefully and drawing blood. Savoring such a sight, he moved in again, lapping the blood into his mouth. Having finished this, he rested his head on Dan's chest. "My beautiful little bitch." He hummed darkly against bare flesh.

Dan, however was only fueled by this teasing and provocation. The imposter was obviously teasing him..daring him to react as he often did during their love-making sessions. It was hard to tell if he were challenging Dan if only to remind him of his place or if a part of him really wanted it from his green eyed counterpart. Despite suppressing these urges in the past, things would be much different tonight.

Before Dan* knew what had happened, he found himself flipped so he was underneath Dan, green eyes gleaming down at him like emerald flames.

Dan* had to take a moment to recover from the shock of what had just happened as he stared deep into the eyes of his counterpart. "You wouldn't dare." He spoke, somewhat of a nervous tinge in his voice and holding a challenging expression on his face.

"Wouldn't I? You've denied me for far too long. Always taking what you want and never letting me do the same." Dan grimaced down at his imposter for a moment, taking in the growing annoyance highlighting his features. As he'd expected, it wasn't long before Dan* began writhing underneath him and pushing back. "Stop fucking moving or I won't show you any mercy." Dan commanded, a tinge of a cruel grin finding it's way along his face. He noted just how gorgeous his imposter looked with his hair disheveled and the intensity in his eyes causing them to shine like two pale blue sapphires.

"You should be feeling honored right about now. You're about to know just what it feels like to have your whole world rocked by the one and only." The imposter merely rolled his eyes at such a come on.

Tightening his hands around the imposter's wrists, Dan moaned as he felt himself fully sheathed in his former adversary. Something sparked in his mind, telling him, reminding him how he'd wanted to do this since he first laid eyes on him. Enemy or not, there had always been an underlying attraction and just as well an intense need to assert his authority over this particular person.

Dan smiled deeply at the reaction of his imposter. "It would seem as though this was what you've wanted all along." Savoring the intense glare for a second longer, he then thrust slow yet hard which elicited a very lustful moan from Dan*.

"Just as I thought." He purred. That said, he wasted no time in giving his former enemy something very long overdue -a nice hard fuck.

Once Dan had stopped, it felt as though they had been at it for hours but in reality only one hour had passed. Dan* despite having felt betrayed earlier was now sprawled against the bedsheets and covered in sweat as his body still pulsed from the overwhelming sensations of only a few mere minutes ago. Sleep was not too far off for him now and yet even so, he curled his arms around Dan in a loose embrace. "This isn't over." He promised in a hoarse whisper.

Dan couldn't help but to smirk, knowing full well how Dan* had enjoyed this turn of events even if he chose not to openly admit it. This was simply part of their unspoken rivalry. However, the sheer amount of moaning he'd made had undoubtedly given him away. "You're right about that. I'll make sure you get more of the same soon enough."