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 bullet hit Brian in the arm and he grimaced and fell on top of Michael.
"Christ! Brian, you've been shot!" Michael yelled, pulling Brian under him and looking at the damaged shoulder.
"I hadn't noticed" Brian said sarcastically.
Michael reached across for his crumpled pile of clothes and tore at his sleeve. He put the material firmly around Brian's wound. He looked up accusingly at the gunman. "What did you do that for?"
"He didn't do as he was told." The gunman said irritably. "Now its your turn. Fuck him."
Michael looked at Brian, the sweat building on his brow. "Are you joking? He's injured. He needs medical help."
"Fuck him or you get shot. In the head."
Brian pulled Michael's hand to his heart. "Best do what the man says, Mikey. Its ok. I'm all right. Just hurts a bit. Trust me. I'll be fine".
Michael raked his hair back nervously. He looked at the tender, reassuring smile on Brian's face. He was in a lot of pain, but he'd never admit it. He was hardening at the thought of finally having Brian, of finally being inside him. Suddenly it hit Michael that he'd never truly wanted anything else. He had always wanted Brian. Just Brian.
The gun was pointed at his head, and Michael knew that if he refused, he wouldn't see another day.
Brian still had Michael's hand pressed against his heart. He squeezed it gently, bringing Michael back from his dark thoughts. "Do it, Mikey. Do it for us."
Michael rolled Brian over gently onto his stomach. He positioned himself and without another moment of indecision, he entered Brian gently but firmly. He moved inside of him fully, gasping at the feel of the tight flesh around his organ. Brian clenched his muscles teasingly, and Michael gasped as he leant on Brian's masculine form. He reached out for Brian's hand and Brian wrapped his fingers around Michael's hand protectively.
Michael began a slow and consistant rhythmn, and he felt Brian sigh beneath him and relax. Suddenly, he lost all decorum, and rode him hard, crying out Brian's name as he came inside of him. He flopped onto Brian's back, and buried his face in his back, sobbing.
Brian still held Michael's hand protectively. He massaged Michael's fingers with his own as if to reassure him that everything was all right.
Michael finally moved out of Brian and rolled away, his shoulders shaking. Brian sat up and cuddled Michael to him, feeling him relax against his chest. "Its going to be all right. I'm sorry, Michael."
The gunmen were now bored of this display, and left the two men in each other's arms.
Brian reached across for Michael's underwear, but the guard was still watching from the corner of his eye. "Don't bother." He warned.
Michael stopped crying and burrowed his head into Brian's chest. He felt the strong, regular beat of Brian's heart, and it relaxed him further. He felt warm, protected and loved.
"Are you all right, Mikey?" Brian asked, his voice unsure and tentative.
Michael merely nodded. He closed his eyes and listened to the rythmic beating of Brian's heart. It was just the two of them, this moment was theirs. No hold-up in the world could change what he felt right now. "I love you, Brian."
Brian was visibly relieved at these words. "I love you too, Mikey."
Michael shook his head and looked up into Brian's eyes. His eyes were bright with tears. "I mean, I love you."
Brian smiled and wiped away the stray tears from Michael's face. He leant down and kissed Michael gently. "I love you too, Mikey. In every way."
Michael laughed a little, relaxing again on Brian's chest. "What happens now?"
Brian smiled, and kissed Michael's head. "One thing at a time. We still have to get out of here first."
Michael was tired, and his eyes were closing. He felt so warm and reassured.
What happened next woke both men up sharply.
The sounds of shouting, of SWAT entering the building, of gas cannisters being thrown into the room, of gunshots being fired in every direction all blended into a cacophony of sound.
Brian dragged Michael with him behind a fallen desk and they waited. His arm was throbbing with pain, but all he could think of was saving his best friend. His lover. His beloved.
Michael and Brian watched as a hostage was shot in the head, holding each other desperately. They were shaking at the sudden noise and climax of the hold-up. Brian looked down at Michael, and Michael looked up at Brian.
At that moment, all noise died away.
All they saw was each other.
TBC.
