Pairing: Hank/Evan

Spoilers: None

Warnings: Slash, incest, oral sex

Author's Notes: Finally, some action. Haha, review please.

Hank returns home finally and is met with Boris' assistant, who shoves a letter into his hand and says "From Master Evan." and walks away. He blinks after the man and then turns his attention to the letter, which has his name in Evan's familiar messy scrawl across the front.

Hank-

Wear the clothes I picked out for you and meet me at The Lair.

It's a new club/bar and I've made friends with the owners. (Yes, really. I can see you smirking now.)

Anyway, hurry up and wear EXACTLY what I picked out for you. No changing anything.

Love,

Evan

Hank sets the letter down on the counter and heads into the bedroom, a little wary of the outfit that is awaiting him. He opens the door and looks at the foot of the bed in surprise. It's not as bad as he thought it would be. A pair of tight, dark blue jeans, and an emerald green dressy shirt. He sighs then changes into the new clothes, noting the that shirt is silk and feels really good against his skin.

A short time later, he arrives at The Lair and walks up to the bouncer. There is no line at the door since they apparently let everyone in.

"Name?" The bouncer asks, huge arms crossed over his chest. Maybe not everyone.

"Hank Lawson." He says, fully expecting to be sent packing.

"You're the concierge doctor, right? I've heard about you. Good job that you're doing around here. For everyone." The bouncer pats him on the back as he passes, nearly knocking him over.

"Thanks." Hank mumbles, walking in. He is hit with the sounds of the place. Thumping beats from the live DJ and scattered conversations from the people in the bar area which is to the side of the dance floor and enclosed as it's own little space.

Hank glances around in the bar, hoping to spot Evan in there since he really doesn't want to go and look for him in the mass of dancers. Evan is in there however, talking to two people Hank doesn't know, but that isn't unusual. Evan never went anywhere without talking and making friends with at least three people.

"Hey, I'm here." Hank says as he walks up to Evan and the others.

"Oh, good. You wore what I picked out." Evan grins.

"I wasn't aware that I needed you to dress me, but yes, I did." Hank rolls his eyes and looks at the two people next to his brother, a man and a woman. They look a lot alike. Black hair, green eyes, and pale skin.

"Hank, meet Chloe and Blayne. They're the owners here and also, they're twins. Fraternal, obviously. This is my brother, Hank." Evan makes the introductions and gestures at them all.

"Hello Hank. Evan's told us a lot about you. The new concierge doctor of the rich and famous." Blayne stands and shakes Hank's hand.

"Yeah, that's me and I hope he hasn't told you everything." Hank laughs, this time shaking Chloe's hand who laughs with him.

They all sit back down and Hank gets a good look at what Evan is wearing for the first time tonight. Black combat boots, black leather pants that lace up and look painted on, and a black shirt that matches Hank's with the first four buttons undone. The outfit is complete with a smudging of black eyeliner under each eye making the blue stand out.

Hank shifts subtly as his jeans are suddenly a bit too tight in certain areas. Evan starts talking again about the band the twins have. It's called Rebel Angels and they're performing tonight later on. Chloe is the lead singer and Blayne the lead guitarist. Their other band mates are somewhere on the dance floor.

"So, Hank. What do you think of the Hamptons? Exciting, no?" Chloe asks, a smile on her face.

"Very exciting." Hank answers. "Sometimes too exciting." They laugh and the twins offer him and Evan something to drink. Evan orders a strawberry daiquiri and Hank gets a plain coke. Evan looks at him in disapproval, but Hank shrugs and says "I'm driving tonight." Evan nods and the twins go to the bar to make the drinks.

In the sudden silence that follows their departure, Hank takes a minute to just stare at Evan, who looks unbelievably sexy tonight.

Evan catches him looking and smirks. "Like what you see?"

Hank swallows and shifts again on the couch. "Very much and you know it, you evil, devious, sexy person, you."

Evan laughs, but doesn't get the chance to reply as Chloe and Blayne are back with the drinks.

"Chloe, Blayne, you two are needed backstage." A woman tells them. They nod and say their goodbyes.

Now it's just Evan and Hank and Hank is having a hard time keeping his hands to himself because Evan looks so hot and all he wants to do is touch, but can't.

"Wanna dance?" Evan asks, standing and offering his hand to Hank.

"No, you know I don't dance." Hank says bluntly.

Evan pouts and says, "Please. For me?"

Hank shakes his head. "No, I'm not going out there to make a fool of myself. Not even for you."

Evan smirk suddenly and leans down and whispers in Hank's ear so close that his lips are brushing against Hank's skin. "I'll make it worth your while when we get home." And his fingers are tracing Hank's zipper and how can Hank say no to that?

"You'd better." Hank allows himself to be pulled out to the dance floor.

"Okay, now just loosen up. Relax. Feel the music in you." Evan says, body moving fluidly to the music.

Hank watches him for a minute before starting to dance himself.

"See? There you go." Evan slides closer 'til there's hardly any room left between them and wraps his arms around Hank's neck. Hank is slightly startled that Evan would make such a bold move, but places his hands on Evan's hips and doesn't complain. Soon they're grinding against each other and this only serves to make him harder than ever and he knows Evan can feel it by the way he's smirking.

Evan grabs Hank's hand and starts to pull him in a new direction off the dance floor. "Where are we going?" Hank semi-shouts over the music.

He only gets a smirk in response. They arrive at the restroom and Evan pushes Hank in there and locks the door. He checks to make sure they're alone—they are—then kisses Hank hard, pressing him back against the wall. Hank can taste the alcohol on Evan's tongue, but doesn't care. Their tongues slide against each other and Evan sucks on Hank's, making him groan. Hank's hands move to grab Evan's ass, but Evan breaks the kiss and pushes his hands away.

At Hank's confused look, he gives a sexy grin and drops to his knees. Hank gasps, but doesn't make a protest as Evan's clever fingers undo his jeans and tug them, along with his boxers, to his knees freeing his aching erection. Evan grips the base and kisses the head, making Hank hiss in pleasure. He takes the head into his mouth and sucks hard on it, tongue flicking out to taste it. His hand strokes up and down his shaft in time to his sucks.

Hank's hands curl into his hair and he's whimpering and moaning and thrusting his hips and when did Evan get so good at this? The thought is quickly pushed from his mind as all of them are when Evan suddenly deep-throats him. Evan swallows a few times around Hank and then pulls away completely, making Hank groan in disappointment.

He takes the head back in his mouth and bobs and hums around it. Hank's grip tightens in Evan's hair and he moans, thrusting harder into the hot wetness that is Evan's very talented mouth. It doesn't take long after Evan takes him all the way in again for him to cum. Evan manages to get every drop, milking him for all he's worth.

Evan fastens his jeans again and stands up, leaning in for a kiss, letting Hank taste himself, mixed with the taste that is just Evan and Hank finds it hot that he can taste both of them in Evan's mouth.

Looks like going out tonight wasn't such a bad idea after all.