Chapter: First Fight

Brian was still angry; he couldn't believe what Carter was telling him. He was showing some of that shock on his face, which was unusual but then again Carter was being unreasonable. "You have got to be kidding me."

Carter was having none of it, and did not look impressed that Brian was even questioning him, "That I want you safe? No." His tone was firm and non-negotiable and why would he? He didn't feel the need to explain that he wanted Brian safe. If that made him the big bad wolf then so be it.

Brian hissed, "I can look after myself!"

He hated that he was reduced to such a lame argument but really - he was not arm candy. he couldn't believe that Carter had forgotten that he could look after himself.

Carter shook his head; he'd hoped that Brian would have been more sensible and reasonable this but that was clearly not the case. "So can I," he added silkily, "and yet you had to rescue me remember?"

Brian scowled, as it was kind of hard to forget, but he didn't want to be followed everywhere. He loved Carter - he could admit that much at least to himself. However he knew one thing if Enrique followed him around then he was gonna start feeling like a gangsta's moll, and while he was certainly pretty enough - that was not his role in life. Not this life anyway.

Brian couldn't think straight with his anger so close to the surface. He had to get of here before he did something he'd regret. He didn't flounce as he was not a thirteen year old girl but he left an impression with his exit. The Skyline was there and Brian hopped in; hoping that a drive on the open road would clear his head.

He drove up and down the interstate for a good hour before heading to the nightclub district. He wanted to talk to Tanya, the former escort, who now worked as a barmaid. It reminded him of the good that he and Carter could do, and not just why Carter was demanding he have a bodyguard. Brian wasn't naive, and he knew what Carter did. It was hard a difficult balancing act as while Brian didn't want him to change - it was a hard thing to reconcile within himself. The most startling part was when Brian realised that the cop part of him had stopped protesting. Slamming his hands against the wheel in frustration, he understood why the argument between him and Carter had started. He was fighting a part of himself that no longer existed.

As he stepped out if the car, it was only instinct and self-preservation that made him step out of the path of the knife. Brian's outrage was hidden under a veil of calm, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Your end!" Was the mercenary's clichéd response.

Brian didn't look impressed, and barely held the eye roll, but his own knife, a gift from Carter came out to play. He had to stay focussed, knife fights were quick and dirty - his speed and agility were in his favour. Brian made a few low energy thrusts to test his opponent's strengths and weaknesses. However what he really wanted to know was who had a death wish. "Who was stupid enough to send you?"

The arrogant enforcer sneered, "Chavez."

Brian just snorted - fucking typical. You actually help a guy ascend to the top of the organisation and does he get thanks? NO, hell no, he has a two bit thug come to beat him up. That was just not right.

Brian stepped back to avoid a vicious slash of the knife. He was smart enough to realise his best advantage against the enforcer was speed and agility. Two things the enforcer was missing on account of all the muscles.

Brian wasn't tiring, and apart from one knife slash across his arm he was relatively unscathed. The same could not be said for his attacker but as this wasn't the movies - it didn't stay a fair fight. Attacker one was joined by a friend, who bought a gun to a knife fight. Brian hissed as the bullet winged his side. However before he could retaliate there was a shout and Brian smiled hearing Carter's outrage. He should have been bothered by the way that Carter had ended someone elses life, but he wasn't. He wasn't stupid, he knew that if Carter hadn't done it he would have or he himself would be dead.

Carter had seen red, arriving at the club in time to see his lover shot. He didn't think - his reaction was pure instinct. The gun was in his hand and was fired in one motion. He threw it on the ground; knowing that his bodyguards would deal with it. He didn't care - his focus was on a swaying, injured Brian.

Brian was growing tired as Carter pulled him into a gentle hug. "You're never going out on your own again."

Brian sighed, knowing that this would be an argument they would have more than once. For now though, he was content to rest and be grateful for the comfort being offered by Carter even as he was cursing his attackers.

Brian relaxed into Carter's arms knowing that he would see him safe, and while none of his injuries were life threatening - they were the type that sapped your energy. And he was definitely beginning to feel the after effects of his fight now that the adrenaline was wearing off. He would blame his injuries and tiredness if this backfired on him, but he had to say it now - lest he lose all of his nerve. "You're a bastard but I love you."

Carter froze for a second and no one would believe the sheer elation one would have observed.

"And I love you... Let's get you home and patched up."

Brian followed him without any resistance at all. A sign of just how exhausted and tired he was considering there was no argument.

Carter knew right there and then that he always wanted Brian's passion. He put Brian gently into the passenger seat so that he could doze. While he had no doubt that Brian had driven before in worse states; there was no reason for him to drive this time. Carter observed him from the driver's seat; all mussed up and injured but still so very beautiful. "Relax."

Brian did relax, and didn't even stir when he phoned the doc so that he would meet them at the mansion.

Carter pulled up in front of his door, Rosario his housekeeper rushed forward. She had a soft spot for Brian, "Is he alright?"

The doc, who had been there so recently for Carter was all brusque efficiency. "Let's get him onto a bed."

Carter moved his arm gently to be in a position to lift Brian out of the car. He was awake enough not to be carried fully but it was a close thing. They stumbled up the stairs, progress checked watchfully by the doctor who bringing up the vanguard of their little party.

Carter had gently laid Brian back on the bed - at odds with his general reputation. He didn't give a shit about reputation when it came to Brian. Watching from the sidelines as the Doc patched him up; his murderous thoughts returned with a vengeance. Brian was manfully accepting the small stitches with no noise but that wasn't the point. Someone had dared to put hands on what was his. He was a possessive bastard but Brian already knew that and loved him anyway. He was going to make sure that Brian recovered and then he was going to send a message to all of the criminal class.

Two days later and Carter was struggling to keep his very active lover in bed. He was restless and bored, which was a recipe for disaster when it came to Brian. He was running rings around poor Rosario so he left his office and went to check up on him.

Brian was sitting up in the bed, surrounded by silk pillows and the channel changer. His grin would have tempted a saint upon seeing Carter.

Carter just shook his head, "You're terrorising poor Rosario."

Brian looked a little sheepish as he really did love their housekeeper. He and Carter had subjected her to quite a few sights since they had started seeing each other. He was bored and when he was bored he turned to mischief. He would say sorry, "I'm bored."

Carter said nothing just joined him on the bed. "Is it time for some alternate therapy?"

Brian would have snorted if that wouldn't have pulled at his healing stitches. "I will be good."

Carter's grin suggested that he knew better but was kind enough not to say. He pulled the silk comforter down so he could get at his partner. He smirked seeing Brian go very still and quiet as he tried to concentrate on his breathing. He pulled the track pants down, and laughed seeing that Brian hadn't put on any underwear. He tutted, "Corazon. You'll get a reputation."

Brian had a million and one smart arse responses to that comment, and yet the minute Carter's hand circled his dick - every one of them went out the window. He groaned, "Bastard don't tease."

Carter bent over presenting Brian with a picture of his taut toned back and ass. Brian was desperately remembering to take deep breaths, as he wasn't sure that he would remember later on. Carter was teasing his balls, and then running his tongue along the vein of his cock. He was whimpering as Carter finally swallowed him down. "Yes ... right there ... more."

Carter pulled off with a lewd pop, "Now now it will be in my time not yours."

Brian didn't care, "Fuck no. Now. please?"

Carter feigned exasperation, "We have to be careful. Or it will be even longer before I can drill your ass through the mattress."

Brian nodded, more than okay with being good if that was the pay off. "I will be good."

Carter ran his tongue around his straining erection - one long lick, as if Brian's cock was his favorite ice-cream. He revelled in the whimpers, but he didn't want to drive Brian too crazy tonight at least. After all, Brian was recovering and he didn't want to tax his breathing. He swallowed Brian down, but pinned his Corazon's hips to the bed.

Brian was glad that his hips were pinned as Carter swallowed him whole. He was engulfed in the best heat, and then he nudged the back of Carter's throat. He nearly lost it feeling Carter's throat wrapped around his weeping erection. Carter pulled off though and squeezed the base of his erection - stopping his erection dead in its tracks. "What? Why!?"

Carter snickered, "Have you forgotten ... My time not yours."

Brian whimpered not sure if he could take it, "Let me come please..." He was proud that he managed full words.

Carter bent back down, his lips hovering teasingly over his straining, weeping erection. "You want to come?"

Brian nodded frantically as Carter grabbed hold his dick, like he owned it. Brian moaned at the friction but it wasn't enough, "More!"

Carter sped up, "You're mine aren't you?"

Brian nodded frantically, "Yes, but you're mine as well."

Carter licked the head as continued to slowly jack his cock. He looked up, "Will you come to the party next week."

Brian was struggling with higher higher thoughts but he felt that if anyone else was in this position they would struggle too, "Yes, yes, just let me come."

Carter's smile was beautifully, sinfully delicious. He felt it would be rude to refuse such an invitation. He sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks. His hands were tighter as he jacked him almost harshly as he sought his climax.

Brian fell over the edge and it was glorious. He pulled Carter to him, knowing that Carter wouldn't mind cuddling him while he fell asleep. He was sleepy, and he chuckled at his manipulative boyfriend. "I would have gone if you asked."

Carter rolled his eyes, "Maybe but my way was more fun."

Brian sleepily agreed, he felt the wet cloth clean him off. "Oh I thought you'd have used that trick for protection."

Carter huffed a laugh of surprise - it showed how well Brian knew him. "No that one can wait 'til afer the party."

Brian would have nodded but he'd drifted off as he was content, safe and happy in Carter Verone's arms. It was maybe not the life he'd wanted but it was fast becoming a life he wouldn't change for anything. Love was a funny ol' thing.

It didn't matter though because the boys had a party to plan for, and messages to send. Carter wouldn't mind if Brian broke Chavez' jaw. One thing was for sure; the party wouldn't be boring.