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Chapter Six

He guessed it was about four in the morning and he was tired. He stretched out his arms and let out a yawn large enough to fit a lion. Harry McDowell had had enough. He took some Noze Dose to keep himself awake long enough to reach home. He'd ended up doing some extra work that he wanted to get out of the way before his break for vacation.

There was only one thing keeping him locked up in the office. It wasn't just the loads of paper piled up in a stack about fifteen inches high, but a man with hazel eyes standing by the door blocking his only exit.

"I guess you plan to stay too, ah Brandon"? Harry gestured to get up and make his way across the room, when his better half kicked in and told him to keep his distance between himself and Mr. Heat.

"Harry..why are you avoiding me"?

"Is that a trick question Brandon, I mean seriously….please just" Harry cut off his sentence and reached under the table to trigger the silent alarm. He then opened the right draw of his desk to retrieve his beautiful silver gun. By the time he looked up, Brandon was only three feet away from him, his gun already pointed at Harry. Harry was being hunted and Brandon would never take his eyes off his own prey. Harry cursed inside, and put his gun to rest atop his desk. He then signaled his surrender to Brandon. The guy was so desperate, that Harry gave up. When the police arrive they'll know what to do!

"Fine, you win, I give up" "What do you want, my body…" Harry joked. Brandon smiled. "Okay Harry I accept". As Brandon quickly made his way around the table, Harry gulped. The pills he was on acted with the strength of ten coffees, meaning it would be hard to not be wide awake for this experience. Brandon took a hold of Harry's gun and threw it across the room where it landed aside one of the fake plastic trees that decorated the office. Brandon motioned for Harry to move from his sitting position, down to the floor...

Bunji headed home, his mission finished and he had nothing better to do than drink beers and watch strippers dance around a freak'in pole all night. He was a night devil. Prowling the streets like a lost cat, who needed love and affection, as well as a bath and some warm milk. Some say he was just a dirty man who did dirty work, for a cheap price. He thanked Harry for opening his eyes, but it was Brandon who showed him the way to true success. And just when he thought he knew the guy well enough, he finds out that Brandon was the same as him. A slave, driven by the one thing he craves…Harry. Only bunji craved Brandon instead. Bunji shook his head, and walked into the pub. This was gonna be another long and very lonely night…

Once Harry was on the floor he waited for Brandon to move down with him. This would be totally different from making out with Sherry. Harry took a deep breath as Brandon tucked his gun away and knelt down beside Harry. "Smile, it will be better that way". Heat said, his palms sweating as he touched his obsessions face. He always wondered how Harry would feel against his own skin, both inside and out. Harry to him…was more than just a friend. He remembered his first encounter being special. Harry tasted like coffee and mocha. It excited the heat in Brandon. It was a pity that Brandon hadn't finished his accomplishment with McDowell.

Brandon's palms slid from Harry's cheek down to his neck. Brandon felt along the skin before moving his head down to play against that area, licking against the pale neck of McDowell. He tasted of expensive cologne this time. Brandon smiled, although he wasn't into the flavor that much. He began nipping at Harry making the other man groan, not in excitement, but in annoyment. Harry was forced to keep his hands to the side but found it difficult as Brandon found his spot. He shifted a little before his mind started to wander. His thoughts became clouded, and the Nose Dose preformed as Angel-Dust in this mans eyes. Harry groaned, his arms found their way to Brandon's firm large back. Their lips connected, not in a sensual way, but in an intrusive way. Brandon kept kissing Harry until McDowell put a bit of feeling into it. Unconsciously McDowell's mind let go. It was quick and easy. The moment his weakness showed Brandon took the advantage, his tongue tasting the back throat of McDowell. Harry was scared that he was letting Brandon have his way, but allowed it anyway. Brandon moaned. Harry tasted of stale coffee and breath-mints, the cheap ones that are always on the desk for free.

Brandon got up suddenly, and unzipped his pant's leaving his shirt on. He also left his boxer's on, but his manhood was still in a sight that craved attention. He leaned over Harry, rubbing himself with his own hand, his face red with embarrassment. Brandon then pulled down the front of his boxer's exposing his 7'incher. He put one of his hands behind Harry's head, and forced it down, the other hand guided is cock towards Harry's face. Of course Harry didn't even open his mouth to welcome Brandon's member, so Brandon stroked himself on the spot until his seeds hit against McDowell's face. As soon has Harry gasped, Brandon forced his member inside. Harry's mouth was warm and tender, his tongue rubbing against Brandon trying to force the man out. Heat's member was throbbing in delightment. He stoked the part of him that was not inside Harry, and released his seeds into Harry's mouth once again. Before McDowell could pull back from the sudden release, Brandon held his head captive. Slowly, he began thrusting into Harry's mouth trying not to hurt McDowell because he didn't want Harry to bite him in return. Forced to swallow Harry took in the bittersweet taste of his former friend. The tense situation lasted ten minutes before Brandon let go of Harry and pulled out with evidence of satisfaction. Harry mumbled something but the words were lost as it was his turn to succumb to Brandon.

TBC

(Sorry for those of you who waited for me to update, I got writer's block).