A/N: Thank you so much for all the wonderful responses to the last chapter, you guys are awesome. This is pure sex, I feel we need this after the lack of Stendan but the abundance of topless Brendan, even Walkers failing in his duties haha!

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"Steven," he says my name only once. It's not exactly a question, although it's tinged with a hint of doubt. There's also a tone of anger, a threat behind it, like 'don't you dare make yourself come whilst remembering me when it's clear I still want you'. My name mainly rolls with possession though, like it used to when he knew for certain I was all his.

I don't question why he's here, or how he's here, the landlord keys grasped between his fingers. I move quickly, curse out loud, turn the shower off and cover myself with my hand. Although I'm so turned on right now my cocks barely hidden, and it's pointless anyway, cos it's clear he's been there for a while. And besides he's already tasted every inch of my body.

He reads the denial in my eyes, before his gaze maps slowly down my dripping body, taking in every inch. Maybe he still knows just how much I belong to him. As his eyes fixate over my hand I feel my cock stir in deprivation. I have no self-restraint at all. I am so sordidly weak just the power of his gaze is enough to have me dying to come.

When he greets my gaze again, his eyebrow raises, asking me to deny what's so clear before his eyes. And I realise there's no possible explanation for my state right now and the fact his name has just passed loud and clear from my lips. Even if there was though, would I really want to? My body is so tense, all I want to do is have him show me all the ways I can relax. In answer I reach to turn the shower back on. He smiles, clearly reading the instruction, but stands still asking me silently if I'm sure. I nod, and swallow the nerves as I drop my hand from my member. His eyes flip straight to my cock, and I feel my balls draw slightly tighter.

"Fuck," is the only word he says before he slides out of his shoes, and starts to remove his clothes.

I watch spell-bound as the pop of each button exposes more of that chest; he's even more perfect than my memories. He's worked out this last year, his muscles tighter than before.

Naked apart from his boxers he stands proud for me, letting my gaze drink in every inch. That pale skin, those tattoos, the dark scattering of hair pulling so temptingly into the tight white cotton. His thumbs pose ready in the waist band, stoking the passion with impatience. He widens his eyes, waiting for some move from me, asking for me to tell him how much I want him. But talking would be a mistake, I know my first words need to be about Doug, and I want this too badly to finish it yet. So instead I wrap my fingers around my cock once again, pulling hard. A tease in my eyes - If you're not going to join the party Bren, you can just watch.

His growl carries through me, licking those flames. He bends down quickly, removing the fabric, showing me exactly how deeply I've affected him.

God he's fucking incredible. Every inch of him. It's not long before he's with me in the shower, his entire body pressed into mine. He stretches my arms up above my head, holding my wrists against the wet porcelain. With his thumb he unhooks my bottom lip from my teeth, I wasn't even aware I was biting it. And then he kisses me, deep and consuming, like I'm made of oxygen and he needs me to breathe. His tongue trails over the back of my teeth, causing that long deep moan only he has ever released in me. And he pulls back smiling.

"That was some show Steven, need a little help with the ending?" He asks, before he's on his knees in front of me, that wonderful arse bobbing, as he shows me that memories aren't a substitute for the real thing.

I barely have time to wonder how he knows that was the memory I was enjoying, before he has me coming, shattering into him. The feeling of him swallowing every inch strengthens my climax. He holds my slackened member in his mouth for a little longer, until I thread my fingers through his hair and call him up to me with a sigh of his name shortened by my tongue.

As he stands, he opens his mouth under the faucet, drinking a little of the water. His eyes fixed on me the whole time, the expression focused but unreadable, and I squirm under the intensity. That's what he does to me; he takes me to cloud nine and abandons me, so I question how it's possible to be too blissed out to feel scared.

He takes a step toward me, and I feel the presence of him against my hip. So fucking hard.

"OK?" He asks, but I can no longer think of how I am. All I can think is how he is, and how good he can make me feel.

"Fuck me," are the only words I can speak. I hope it comes out powerful and domineering like an order, in reality it probably sounds more like a whimper, the ash of the last climax bursting into flames under his gaze.

There's a tiny lick of a smile across his lips, a flicker of bliss in his gaze and then he's bending down to pick up the shower gel. I turn around to give him better access, but he blocks my movements, nails digging into my hips.

"No, I need to watch you."

When he's standing again, he hooks my chin with his thumb and presses his lips to mine. This kiss is slow and wonderful, heaves keens from my soul and dances over my mouth long after his presence leaves. His forehead rests against mine, as he looks deep into my eyes. I gasp as I feel his finger against my arse, stroking around, before pressing inside, the water and gel acting as lube as he enters me knuckle deep with one thrust. I tilt my head back against the pleasure a long hard keen emitting my lips.

"Fuck Steven, those little sounds you make, I can't wait any longer - I need to be inside you."

I barely have time to ask how this is going to work, standing in the shower, before it's like he's lifted me up with one arm, the other hand guiding his cock into my body.

At first, as he enters me, my entire body burns, every cell catching on fire in a way that I've missed for so long. Rolling quickly on the waves of that bliss is a need to have him deeper, firmer, harder inside me. I hook my hips around his, hugging him to me, and the small shift seems to pull him in deeper. My vision sparks as he brushes against my prostrate, and I release his name into the shower in one long exhale.

"Brendan."

His fingers tug the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling my gaze down to his.

"Shut up." He breathes in a warning. It's impossible to miss the meaning, the look in his eyes showing me exactly what my voice does to him.

So I smile, and will my voice to come louder, "fuck Bren, you feel fucking amazing."

He tugs my hair tighter, pulling my mouth down to his.

"You need to shut up. I swear I'll come just by listening to you." He exhales hot against my lips.

He takes my kiss as deep and searing and desperate; the pricks of his moustache burning. He moans as my tongue battles with his, and I smile, same to you, I think.

Our posture is so tight that our strokes our shallow. We're both so on fire though, that we're quickly panting, desperate for release. He makes the rhythm fast. The kiss lasts. I jerk my hips in time with his thrusts. And smile as he whimpers. He pulls back. His fingers are still in my hair. He controls my posture. Keeping my face just a few inches from his. I can't see anything but his eyes darkened for me, his jaw tensed against the pleasure. His thrusts inside me get shorter, quicker. Every one tight against my prostate. He loses a gasp and I suck it between my lips. He leans closer. Fuck. I feel my cock pull between my groin and his tight abdomen with every thrust. I gasp, loudly. He bites my lip, hard. A warning.

"I need you to come with me, Steven." He cries. There's doubt, as though it's not possible. As though he hasn't wrapped every cell in fire.

"Please." He adds that word and paints memories around us. I see the anniversary spark in his eyes as clearly as in mine.

I wish I could close my eyes, fling myself into bliss. But I can't hide from the intensity in his licentious gaze. So I cling to him, nipping my nails into his shoulders, feeling the hot, wet, smooth skin dent under my grasp. His jerks within me start, our rhythm faltering. I squeeze my muscles around his cock, pulling him out further.

"Jesus Christ, Steven." The way his tongue caresses my name is my undoing; and as I feel my seed slash hard between us he fills me completely.