Chapter: First public outing

Brian looked over at his lover with a smirk. They were dressed to the nines ready for the party. It was an old-school almost Mafioso party in the Godfather way. Carter usually turned up with some arm-candy of the month, and the woman would be relegated to a corner where all the women sat away from their lovers and husbands. It was truths universally acknowledged that the wives and girlfriends knew exactly what their others halves did but choose to ignore it.

Carter was grinning knowing that no one would have a more beautiful or deadly partner. It would be interesting to see what the others made of Brian, but then again he just knew that Brian would toy with them in return. At the moment the only thing Brian was doing was testing his resolve to enter the damn party. Carter had ordered Brian a Tom Ford suit which was tailored to him. It fit perfectly and the dark blue suit with black trim suited Brian to a tee.

Brian smirked knowing exactly what effect he was having on Carter but felt that it was justified for the sneak attack he'd used to get Brian to come along. Most people did not know what to make of him; some thought him a silent bodyguard; others figured him to be just paid male arm candy. Those types of comments used to bother him before Rome had taught him how to fight dirty. Some seemed to think that his looks meant that it was okay to force themselves. They soon learnt that no meant no; when it was backed up with a right hook that made Tyson envious. He just tutted, "You are not making me walk in there lookin' like I've just had a quickie."

Carter sighed, knowing that it wasn't the right time, but it was hard when you faced with such temptation. Brian was pretty enough to tempt a saint, and Carter made no pretence of ever being a Saint. He hadn't got the acting chops to carry off that particular act. Still, he couldn't resist teasing Brian just a little. He wanted Brian on edge like him. He leant over whispering in his ear exactly just what he would do to Brian when they were done with the party.

Brian entered the party looking a little flustered - the bastard; he was so going to make Carter pay for that comment. For now though they were in the belly of the snake. They would navigate through this party where people would jockey for positions - and this was the type of party where the people would literally climb on the bones (and any other body parts) to get to the top. He was a little disconcerted for a second; he had to remind himself that this was his life now. He was no longer watching to gather evidence of criminality, but then a thought caught him. It was genius and Carter would reward him handsomely. He moved with Carter and leant into the hand that pressed on the small of his back.

Carter leant forward, "This is Lopez. Slippery Bastard. Will insult you to get a rise. Have a go right back."

Brian's only response to suggest that he'd even heard what Carter said was a subtle nod, and a mischievous glint in his eye. Carter was wondering whether he should get popcorn. He would have to settle for hacking the feed to seeing just how many people Brian could give a heart attack to.

Lopez was genial even though Carter knew he would like nothing more than to stab him and leave him bleeding at the side of the road. Carter didn't hold a grudge, besides the feeling was entirely mutual. He could feel his own blade pressed into his calf and Brian's at the small of his back. "And who is your stunning friend? You've made quite an impression."

Carter smirked, and bit back the first retort of, 'does your wife know?' After all, he knew he was being unfair - Brian had made guys he knew to be hundred percent heterosexual look at him. "This is my partner Brian O'Conner."

The statement was deliberately vague and Lopez was unable to hide the flash of irritation. "How quaint. Partners are in that corner." He was pointing to the corners where all the lovers were situated.

Brian smiled, and he deliberately made it as vague and surfer-like to throw Lopez, "Oh no. I am his business partner."

Carter nodded solemnly, "He performs admirably in all parts of the business."

Brian smirked when he heard the low brow comment - I mean calling him a puta was just unimaginative. He did finish, "Just ask Chavez."

Lopez paled; the guy had ascended thanks to someone in Carter's organisation taking out his boss. And then he was almost immediately on shaky grounds having failed to take out Carter's new puta. Could it be that Carter's arm candy was the one responsible? If so it would explain why he was so close to Carter. Carter was always an opportunist, and having someone so deadly and pretty would be someone he'd keep close. And it would hardly be a hardship having him grace his bed. The idea of affection or love would never cross Lopez's mind.

Carter had had enough of dealing with Lopez - he was a two bit criminal and a worse businessman. He had been polite but continuing this conversation held no benefit. "Excuse me."

As they left Brian started chuckling, "I think we scared him."

"Oh no ... That was all on you."

Brian shrugged, the night was young and he wanted to play. They walked over to the next guy and he was bolder. Brian admired the sass, the idiots opening line had been, "You know what? I'd turn gay for you."

Brian could have slugged him, and given the way Carter's hand tensed on his back he was not the only one. Brian though recovered quickly, "Yes, well, if I was gay. You'd turn me straight."

It set the tone for the night; some would be polite clearly hoping to curry favour with Carter. However others were rude, bold and clearly thought their positions in the underworld left them safe from retribution. Ironically the only one who was smart enough to be truly respectful was in fact the idiot from the start of the night. Needing a drink so that he could help his mask stay in place - he excused himself. Carter nodded and asked for a glass of McAllen.

He stood at the bar chatting happily to the barman. As he leant over to grab the bottle as the barman learnt he'd done this on his youth, he felt a hand grab his ass. Brian froze as he knew without even looking that this wasn't Carter. His voice was pure ice, "You are not Carter and therefore do not have permission to touch my ass."

The idiot was in fact Chavez, "I got it wrong. Should see how good a fuck you are. Not kill ya'"

Brian rolled his eyes; he then said a prayer for the waste of good scotch. He flung the bottle over his head, and heard it smash against the side of Chavez's head. The guy screamed, as the alcohol sting all the cuts even as it kept them clean.

The crowd froze, and all waited to see what would happen. It was clear that they were finally learning just who Carter's partner was. And he was definitely more than just a pretty face. Brian's knife was in his hand, and against the guy's throat. He wanted to talk but it would be in a way to minimise the threat. This wasn't going to be a message just for Chavez, "Let me make a few things clear. I am not a whore, unless it's for Carter. I don't bend over for anyone ... I know how to use a gun, and will not hesitate to shoot you if you come after me or mine.

"Oh and no means no. So, to say sorry for the insult. You are going to reimburse the barman for the wasted scotch."

Chavez looked into his eyes, and must have seen just how serious. As he didn't give a shit about saving face he just nodded. By this time Carter had made his way to his side, he wondered what he would say. Carter's smile would have made sharks back off. "Corazon, you are the light of my life."

Brian smirked remembering that they were in a public place, and he wasn't inclined to share. "You say the sweetest things ... Let's blow this Popsicle stand."

Carter was more than okay with that plan, seeing Brian that badass, and stating for all to hear that he was Carter's only did more than a few things to him. Let's just say that he was relieved for the tailoring in his suit. He was close to coming in his pants, and it had been a long time since he'd done that. His hand found its normal place on the small of his back, and guided them through the crowd. He leant in, "I am going to do filthy unmentionable things to you once we are alone."

Sensible people may have been alarmed - Brian just smouldered right back with a shiver, and added a breathy, "Promises, promises."

As soon as they pulled up to the mansion that had quickly become their home Carter was on him. Brian sighed as Carter pressed him against the the car. He arched his neck letting Carter have his way. He laughed as Carter ruined his shirt trying to get his chest. He choked out, "Not going anywhere."

Carter growled, that was one thing he intended to make sure of. Still, he couldn't shake the hot image of Brian at the party. Brian had unknowingly cemented their place as first couple in Miami, as the other crime lords all had a weakness - their other half. Today Brian had proved that there was no such issue for them. It made him all hot and bothered all over again. He ground his straining erection into his lover, wanting to show Brian just how affected he was. Brian groaned, as Carter's hands roved all over his hotspots.

Brian was all but dragged into the mansion; if he wasn't so turned on he would have been laughing. As it was he could barely think of anything but hot, more, and right there.

Brian's head smack against the door as he tried to withstand the pleasurable onslaught that Carter was subjecting him to. Carter was sucking him like he did everything in life; ruthlessly and with every intent to win. He couldn't hold on, he was enveloped in tight white heat and when he started to hum Brian was gone. He would have slid to the floor unless Carter pinned his hips, "Fuck me!"

Carter pulled off with a lewd pop, "Beg me."

Brian wasn't at that point so shook his head with a stubborn shake. And he couldn't bite back the moan as Carter swallowed him down whole, and when the bastard held him in his throat ... and then swallowed. Well, Brian defied anyone who said they wouldn't have begged if the tables were turned. "Please, want you in me."

Carter pulled off and was backing Brian to the bed - all the better to feast on him. He loved the debauched picture his lover presented and they hadn't even got to the main event.

Brian wriggled up the bed, until he was resting against the pillow; he boldly splayed his legs - offering up everything to Carter. He sucked in a breath as Carter slicked two fingers up in front of him, as his other hand was ghosting around his hips. He didn't want the fingers there, "Don't tease."

And he did and didn't at the same time. Carter's slicked fingers thrust inside, causing Brian to whimper at the perfect pleasure/pain, and if that wasn't enough. Carter stroked his weeping erection, and Brian was in heaven. He bucked back and forth, trapped by clever questing fingers wringing out every bit of pleasure. It wasn't enough - he wanted Carter. Unsure where the eloquence came from, "You ... promised to fuck me ..." He gritted his teeth as Carter found his prostate, "To fuck me through the mattress."

Carter was impressed, "If you can talk ... I'm not doing it right."

Feeling Brian relax, he removed his fingers and hoisted his legs over both shoulders. He lined up with Brian's slick entrance, and took a deep breath while closing his eyes. If he wasn't careful he'd come the minute he entered Brian. He thrust in, groaning as Brian slowly let him in. "So fucking tight."

Brian snorted, he was, but that was okay as Brian liked it when he felt Carter stretching him open. He whimpered when he finally bottomed out and stayed still. He didn't want slow. He wanted to come. He wasn't breakable. Honestly. "Not a girl. Fuck me."

Carter growled in his ear, as he withdrew until only the tip of his dick was still inside Brian. He then snapped his hips back, and that was what Brian wanted. "Yes like that." He pleaded.

Carter was more than okay with that. He set a fast punishing rhythm, as he got closer to his own climax. He saw Brian writhing and he bent low kissing him, as pounded into his willing body. "Come for me."

Brian wasn't even gonna deny him. He came, and all his nerve endings exploded into spine tingling pleasure - he might have even seen stars. He felt Carter pull out and clean them up, he wasn't done for the night but for now he wanted a rest. "I fucking love you."

Brian felt the soft kiss at the nape of his neck. "And I love you corazon."

Life was good, even if jealous rivals were circling, and the police - not in a good way. Brian didn't care they were together and that was all that mattered.