Title: Hostages

Summary: Brian and Michael are in their local bank when it is held up. There is extreme sex in this episode, and will be in later chapters. Please be warned.


The lights had died less than an hour ago. Natural daylight spilled into the bank's interior, bathing Brian and Michael. A stream of sunshine spilled across the floor to the masked gunman watching over them.

Everything was dead quiet. There was movement outside of course, but inside, it was silent as could be.

"Are you two faggots?" The masked gunman, the guard, asked of Brian and Michael, raising his gun to specifically point at them.

Brian kept his arm tightly around Michael's shoulders, drawing him close. "None of your business."

"I hate faggots." The gunman growled.

"I hate bank robbing gunman." Brian said evenly.

"How long you been going out together?" The gunman asked, ignoring Brian's comeback.

"I said, its none of your business." Brian said, his voice level. Michael squeezed his hand, silently begging for him to be quiet.

The other gunmen had grown curious of the exchange between Brian and his guard. Whilst one man kept watch, the other two came over to see what was going on.

"Bet they ram each other's holes every night." One of the men sniggered.

"Either that, or they suck each other off. Fucking perverts." Their guard added disgustedly.

"You have no idea what you're talking about." Brian said coldly.

The gunman who had not yet spoken suddenly perked up. "Really? Well then, why don't you show us?"

"Show you?" Brian asked.

"Yeah, show us how you bone your boyfriend. I can't see how you guys can do it."

"We're not ..." Michael started, Brian squeezed his hand quickly.

"And if we say no?" Brian asked flatly.

The guard placed a gun against Michael's temple. "Then your pretty boyfriend get's shot in the head."


"This isn't how I imagined our first time would be" Michael smiled nervously.

Brian drew him in for a close embrace and Michael relaxed against him. "We'll give them a show, Mikey. That's all. Just do what I say and everything will be all right. We're getting out of this alive."

"Its just, I always imagined, we'd be somewhere nice ... on a beach or in a cabin out in the middle of nowhere." Michael chuckled, but worry was evident in his voice.

"Imagine we're on a beach, or in that dream cabin," Brian crooned against Michael's ear.

"Are you two ready? Or do we get another kind of show." The guard clicked off the safety of his gun.

Brian cupped Michael's face in his hands and drew him in for a deep kiss. He lingered for a moment and drew back, smiling sadly.

Michael had tears in his eyes. "What about Justin? And Ben?"

Brian shook his head. "We haven't got a choice. They'll understand."

Michael nodded and gulped, and Brian leant against his body, his hands wandering below Michael's shirt. He pulled off Michael's top in a fluid motion, and ran his hands gently across Michael's chest.

"Michael" Brian breathed.

"Yes?"

"Close your eyes. Imagine the beach or the cabin."

A single tear ran down Michael's cheek. Brian brushed it aside, and kissed Michael's mouth again, this time firmer and more passionate than the first time.

Michael followed Brian's example and lifted Brian's top abovehis head, and moved his hands along the toned body, moaning as he closed his eyes and imagined his fantasy.

Brian and Michael lay down, their bodies touching. Brian felt down for the belt of Michael's trousers and undid this fluidly, undoing the zipper also. Michael bucked, and Brian slid the trousers down Michael's legs. He teased the hard cock beneath Michael's underpants, his fingers tracing the organ beneath the material already stained with pre cum. Michael moaned, his eyes closed, mouthing Brian's name as he lay completely at Brian's mercy.

Brian undid his own trousers, sliding them to the floor. He took off his underpants, and sat atop Michael, kissing his chest and moving downwards. His hands yanked the underpants off Michael and he drew in Michael's penis in one quick motion that made Michael gasp.

Sucking the organ reverently, Brian gently teased the tip of the cock, his lips sliding down the shaft until Michael's penis was fully engulfed. He started a familiar rythmn, relishing the taste and the feel of Michael, listening to Michael moaning in agony and extasy above him.

As he started swallowing, Michael became uncontrollable, his arms reaching out and cupping Brian's head, pushing him further onto him. Brian felt the spasms and drank Michael in deeply, swallowing the fluid and then rising up beside him so they were spooned together on the floor.

Michael moaned, his eyes still closed. "Brian?"

Brian kissed Michael's neck "Keep imagining the beach, Michael."

Brian reached across for his jacket, for the packet of condoms he always carried. He was just about to rip into one, when he felt cold metal against his temple.

Brian looked up, in a haze. He saw the gunmen with dazed and lusty expressions on their faces. "What?"

The guard took the gun away, briefly pointing it at Michael. "You don't need that"

Brian felt a surge of protectiveness, and anger building. "You're fucking joking? I always play safe. You should too."

The guard was unrelenting. "He dies if you don't do this."

Brian was aghast. All the past fucks he had seemed shallow and unimportant. If he gave anything to Mikey, he would never forgive himself.

Michael opened his eyes and looked at Brian tenderly. Forgivingly. "A fuck by Brian Kinney or being shot in the head. You don't need to ask what I want."

Brian smiled, his expression sad. He traced Michael's face with his fingers. "You're being very brave about this Mikey."

Michael shrugged. "I love you, Brian. I trust you."

Brian smiled again, a resigned sad smile, and pulled Michael on top of him. "Coat my cock with your saliva, Mikey. We haven't any lubricant."

Michael nodded and moved down to Brian's engorged member. His lips circled the head for a moment, undecided, then he took the whole length into his mouth and felt the tip touch his throat. He covered the member with his own saliva and then rose back up and prepared himself.

Brian moved on top of Michael. He turned Michael around so they were cock to cock. He looked deeply into his eyes. "Are you ready, Michael?"

Michael nodded, his face flush.

Brian gently moved Michael's feet above his shoulder and positioned himself. He pushed gently against the tender opening, and felt Michael relax beneath him.

Suddenly, he moved back. "I can't do this."

The guard looked annoyed and raised the gun with an evil glint in his eye.

"Brian!" Michael threw himself at his friend to take the shot, but it was too late.


TBC