Author note

Sorry for the really long update but at last here's chapter 6. It's a lemon so don't say I didn't warn you if you're kinda sensitive about that kind of stuff! BIG thank you to those who reviewed. Hey Soulsister! Its been a while huh? Anywaz, thanks for reviewing. I know the pairings a kinda mixed up but all shall be revealed at the end. Thanks Artemis347! I know Tyson does deserve to be beaten up! Oh and thanks for introducing Bffimagine to my fic, really appreciate it. Thanks Kohari 4 letting me know you're still reading and reviewing, I understand how busy you can get. Hey Drago-Kai, thanks for those nice comments. I like Max in this story too and I'm pretty sure Kai will find true love. Thanks for reviewing Devilburns . Still NOT telling though. Last but not least, thank you Bffimagine. I don't like pop-ups either. Now thats done, on with da story!

Chapter 5

"Bring me more whiskey!"

A young hostess nodded her head vigorously and rushed away. She returned almost instantly with glass filled to the brim with the amber liquid and placed it timidly in front of him. He then motioned for her to leave and she did so with no hesitation.

He picked up the drink and took a long draught of it, emptying almost half the glass before placing it back down onto the tray in front of him. Although he was flying on a private jet, he found that no matter how much he tried, he couldn't enjoy the journey. He closed his eyes as he leaned back onto his seat. As he did so mental images of his last encounter with 'him' flashed through his mind; the man who occupied his dreams at night, the man whose every touch made passionate emotions race through every part of his body. He was his lover, Boris.

"Soon," Voltaire whispered, "soon."

"Excuse me."

Chantel looked up from the reception desk and her gaze locked with a pair of harsh grey eyes. She paused. The grey hair, the facial expression, which at that moment was contorted with a look of impatience and that 'stare'; Chantel was sure that she had met him once before, a long time ago. Yet, she couldn't quite finger on where.

"Yes sir, how can I help you?" She asked pulling herself out of her thoughts.

"I must see a man named Boris, its urgent. I believe he is staying here. What is his room number?"

Taken aback, she dived under the reception desk to retrieve a list of room numbers. "Um, let me see," she muttered. She could tell that the man was losing his patience as she could hear him pacing and tapping his cane against the floor. Her eyes however remained glued to the desk. "O.K. He is staying in room 103. Would you like me to call to tell him that he has a visitor?" She looked up and found that nobody was there. He had vanished. 'Strange,' she thought, 'but why does he look so familiar?'

He strode down the brightly lit corridor, his black cape billowing out behind him. His footsteps echoed with every step he took. To his left was room 100. "Three more doors..."

Finally he arrived at the room he was looking for and reached out to knock on the door. However as he neared it he paused. He couldn't help but feel nervous. Forcing those feelings to the back of his mind, he tried again.

The door opened slowly and behind it stood Boris. Voltaire stared at him amused at how little he had changed. He noticed that this time he was wearing a tight grey polo neck jumper, which showed off the outline of his toned chest. Voltaire's expression however was one of indifference.

"Voltaire."

Boris on the other hand smirked and stepped aside to allow Voltaire into his room. He gently closed the door with a soft click. He walked over to the large window opposite him by which Voltaire was now standing. He saw that Voltaire's eyes were focused on the city below, which was bordered by the blood red glow of the fading sunset.

"Did they do as I asked?" Voltaire asked abruptly, his back still on Boris.

"Yes."

"And Kai?"

"He is being watched by one of our best people."

"Good."

An awkward silence followed. The two men stayed in their same positions until Voltaire broke the silence again.

"You know, that isn't the only reason why I'm here," he said softly. He swiftly turned around to face Boris.

Boris smirked and walked over to Voltaire until their noses were almost touching. He gently undid Voltaire's cape and let the material cascade down onto the floor like a black waterfall. Voltaire released a low growl and as he did so, released his grip on the cane letting it fall next to the cape with a soft clatter.

In a split second Voltaire pushed and dragged Boris over to a large bed, draped in black, satin sheets. He tore open Boris's jumper and whispered against his lips, "I've missed you." Boris moaned but Voltaire closed his mouth with a searing kiss.

He pushed Boris onto the bed and picked up the cloak that had been left discarded on the floor. "Boris you're so beautiful," he muttered and wrapped his neck with the cloak. "I need you to touch me." He tugged on the cloak and Boris nervously opened Voltaire's trousers with long desirous fingers.

Voltaire collapsed on Boris' chest out of breath. He stayed in the same position, stroking the soft patch of purple hair in the middle of it. He then undid the cloak that bound Boris and used it to wipe of the sweat that covered their stomachs. Afterwards he caressed Boris' lips with his tongue and gave him a sweet kiss before softly whispering into his ears, "I love you."

Author note

Thanks everybody for reading this chapter. It was in fact some content in this chapter that caused my story to be removed in the first place. As those who may have read this before may have noticed, I have had to edit this chapter and not include a lemon. As a result I feel this chapter isn't as good as it could have been. However if anyone wishes to read this chapter in full, which is much better and includes a very raunchy lemon, pleeze say so in your review, not email as I don't check it often. So now that's been said pleeze review. I just love them all !!!!!!