First I must thank the Puff for beta-ing and much needed moral support. It wouldn't be the same without her. Any mistakes are mine!

Then, my thanks to Nancy (a quick wave) who suggested that I listen to Justin, who had been jumping up and down for the longest for a story of his own.

And last, I received a request a while back for something about Mr. Evers' artistic ability. I can't dedicate this to the person who requested it, my computer crashed back then and wiped out all my e-mail messages, but you know who you are and, as per your request. . .

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Earth and Sky
June 16, 1998

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Justin stared at the image on the canvas as if it were lethal and he had a contract to kill.

"I know what you're thinking, J.C. And, if you do it, I guarantee, you'll be sorry."

The young man glanced back at his friend and growled, "Leave me alone, Giddy."

Young Kuschel went on, unfazed by his companion's malice. "So that, when this tantrum is over, I get to listen to you whine out your regrets?"

"I said, step off!" he snarled.

"You worked too hard on that to just throw it away because you're pissed."

Justin's eyes drifted back to the nearly completed painting. Gideon was right. This had taken months. Working feverishly at the attic studio in the Councilor's residence in secret to finish his surprise.

He wondered what his friend would think of the little horde of sketches and waters and oils he'd done first. Portraits of his 'caveman', his 'warrior', his 'barbarian', his lover. Choate in a black tux, in full military dress uniform, draped in plush animal furs, pagan in gladiator leathers. . .Justin's knees went weak with that one. . .and several more done in nude, from memory, from fantasy, from. . .shit!!!

"He's been gone two weeks!" he moaned peevishly.

"Ten days, J.C." Gideon corrected tersely. "I ought to know, I've listened to you bitch nearly every one of them."

That brought him up short. Justin glanced back at Gideon. "Excuse me?"

His friend shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, the first few days weren't bad, but, the hornier you got, the bitchier you got."

Justin raised an eyebrow. "You think this is because I'm horny?"

"Horny, lonely, spoiled rotten--" Gideon's voice trailed off as he shrugged his shoulder again.

"You should talk!"young Evers countered, eyes narrowing.

"Hey! I'm not blaming you. If that slab of beef hung on my lover, I'd be worshipping at his feet," Gideon snickered lecherously, "Yes, well--" he cleared his throat, "Instead of contemplating a destructive act against his image." Gideon eyed the painting. "And such a succulent image it is, too."

"It's my painting," he said, stubbornly.

"And destroying it isn't going to get him back here any faster."

The smaller man threw himself down on a nearby sofa and hurled the paint brush he held across the room. "Fuck you, Giddy."

The other man snorted. "Tempting as that may be, my friend, thanks, but no thanks. I value my miserable life. And, your he-man scares the shit outta me."

Justin stared at his friend a moment, then laughed. "Giddy, you're insane!"

"Maybe, but not enough to risk the wrath of Conan."

"Paddy!" the smaller man shrieked, sitting up straighter looking at a point behind Gideon's left shoulder.

And Gideon jumped a mile, his complexion paling to milky-white. He spun fearfully to the doorway behind him and saw. . .nothing.

"You little shit!" he cried turning back just in time to see Justin tumble to the floor, helpless with laughter. "You nearly made me piss my pants!"

Tears rolled down Justin's face as he struggled for breath. "The look on your face," he panted between great gulps of air.

"I'm going to get you for that, J.C."

"Wooo!" Justin hooted. "Your eyes got this big!" He giggled hysterically as he formed the index finger and thumb of both hands into circles.

"I don't know why I even bother!" Gideon said, heading to the door in a huff.

"No! Giddy!" Justin rose to his knees and tried to control his mirth. "I'm sorry!"

Gideon stopped hand on the latch. "You don't sound sorry," he said, back still to the room.

"Come on, Giddy. I was teasing. We're friends."

Young Kuschel turned back to accuse, "Some friend you are!"

Justin pouted, making sad-eyes up at him from the floor. "Aww, Giddy, don't leave. Please."

Kuschel put his hands on his hips and scolded, "That was mean, Justin Evers. Pure spiteful."

"Come on, Gideon. What did you think Paddy would've done?"

He threw himself down in a chair by the door, fanning his face with one hand. "The possibilities are endless."

Justin crawled back up onto the sofa, wiping his eyes with the back of one hand. "Yeah," he said, sadly. "Endless."

"Justin, he wouldn't have gone if he didn't have to."

"I know," the smaller man mumbled, his entire body wilting.

"And he'll be back."

"Yeah," he said, wilting even more.

Gideon frantically searched his mind for something to keep his friend from sinking back into his pit of depression. "Hey! You remember, that time my family had to go overseas for something?"

Justin barely stirred. "What?" he said listlessly.

He sat up straighter. "Remember? We were. . .I don't know eleven, twelve? My dad had to go away on assignment. He made the whole family go with him. We were gone for the entire summer."

Justin looked thoughtful. "I remember."

"When I came back, you wouldn't talk to me."

The young man pouted. "You had deserted me."

"Come on, J.C. I fought them tooth and nail. I almost got skinned alive by my old man because I wanted to stay here with you."

"Yeah, I know."

"And you still wouldn't talk to me when I came back."

"I was mad at you." He paused. "But I read all your letters."

"I wrote you every chance I got. You told me you tore up all my letters without reading them."

"No, that was a lie," he looked away. "I didn't tear any up."

Giddy's mouth opened in horror. "You little shit!"

Justin colored slightly. "You were my best friend, Giddy. Those letters were the only thing I had of you that summer."

"So, why didn't you write back?"

He sighed heavily. "'Cuz, I'm a little shit?" he offered, sheepishly.

Both began to laugh.

When he could get his breath again, Gideon asked, "Remember how your mother took us into the den and tried to make us talk?"

Justin nodded.

"How did she finally manage it?"

It took Evers a minute to recall. "Didn't she tell us a story?"

"That's right, a story. Remember it?"
~~~

The small figure approached the large stone structure tentatively, her arms laden with several bundles and parcels. Balancing them precariously, she fumbled the key in the lock on the wrought iron gate. Finally, succeeding in driving it home, she gave it a quick twist. The lock gave way with a high-pitched creak as the gate swung open.

Once inside, the shadow arranged the bundles on one of the stone benches and began emptying the contents. Finally, a pop, a hiss and a tiny flame flare to life. She touched the match to a taper, then used that to light the huge, fat white candles she'd brought and placed them all around the chamber.

Using the taper, she lit small braziers of incense, all the while murmuring words softly in Chinese. When finished with that, she slowly slid from the long coat she wore. Naked, she knelt before the crypt on the pillow she'd placed there. Bowing her head, she recited the words as she performed the ritual. From the vial of oil she coated her body until it glistened in the candle light. Slipping on the robe, she began to pray. Old words, nearly forgotten words. Sacred words. . .until they became one with her soul and time no longer had meaning.

"Forgive me, majesty," came a frightened whisper.

She spun towards the voice. "How dare you interrupt me here!" she hissed angrily.

"A thousand pardons, majesty," the servant whimpered, piteously, touching her head to the floor. "But the gatekeeper bid me come."

The woman rose to her feet, clutching the robe closed in a tight grasp. "Is it Daeka's army?"

"No, majesty. A group of fishermen."

"You disturb my prayers for a group of fishermen?!" The anger was back.

"No, majesty. Not the fishermen themselves. It is what they have found."

"Go on."

"On the shore, the wreckage of a great warship."

"Warship?"

"Doubtless damaged by the storm last eve."

"Weapons?"

"Aye, majesty, some we can salvage."

"Survivors?"

"Aye, majesty. One."

"One? Only one?" The woman sank back onto the cushion. She needed an army, what could one do?

"Aye, majesty. But it took ten fishermen to bring him."

"Ten?"

"Aye, majesty and the gatekeeper had him bound in chains."

"Chains? Why?"

"He binds you come and see, majesty."

~~~

"Where is he?" she demanded angrily.

Trembling, the gatekeeper waved his hand behind him.

There, lying upon a stone slab in the courtyard, lay the largest man Dii had ever seen.

"Save us," she whispered as she approached.

"Majesty."

She silenced him with a sharp gesture of her hand. Coming closer, she leaned over the prostrate form to get a better look.

His skin was bronzed, tanned dark by days spent in the sun. His chest, wide, the muscles well-defined in his legs and arms. This one was not unaccustomed to hard labor.

Both wrists thick, hands calloused. There were many scars decorating his body.

"This is a warrior," she whispered, fighting the urge to touch him.

Just then his eyes opened. Pale blue as clear water or the summer sky. They turned to rest on her.

~~

By the ancient gods, his head did hurt! Where was he? Slowly, realizing that there was no pitch nor sway beneath him, he tried to sit up. He could not move! He opened his eyes.

There, before him, stood a pixie, a woodland sprite. Tiny, dark-haired, eyes brown as the earth, set in a heart-shaped face, she stared back at him curiously.

"Am I dead?"

She gasped and jumped back a step. Suddenly, several men, not much larger than she, brandishing spears and crude swords, rushed to circle her.

Again, he strained to sit up. Was he paralyzed? Glancing down, he saw the heavy chains that held him against a slate of stone.

"Why am I bound like an animal?" he roared. "Am I prisoner? Who is in charge?"

"I am."

The guards parted, reluctantly, stirred into motion by a sharp command.

"I am called Dii."

That brought a gasp in unison from the crowd. She had given him her spirit name.

"I am leader here. And you are called. . ."

"Tyean."

Dii blinked in surprise. He had pronounced his name, 'Tian.' Could this be?

"Why am I in chains?" he demanded angrily.

Recovering from her surprise, she barked more orders at the men behind her. They moved reluctantly to obey, keeping their weapons ready, while holding him in a suspicious glaze.

"Come," she said the last chain fell away. "I will have my healer tend to your wounds."

As he swung his legs from the table, the crowd gasped again and moved as one great wave away from him.

"What is the matter with you people? Have you never seen a man before?"

"No. Never one such as you. No, we have not."

~~~

After bathing away the crust and grime from the ocean. The healer stitched and bandaged Tyean's wounds. Dii watched carefully. Even as the needle pierced his flesh, the man remained as stone. His eyes always on her.

When the healer had finished, he bowed and slid gracefully from the room.

"How do you speak my language?" he asked, sitting up in the great bed.

Several servants rushed to place pillows behind his back and head to brace him up, then melted back into the shadows again.

"Missionaries," Dii said softly.

"Were there any more alive?"

She shook her head sadly.

The man's clear blue eyes clouded over. "All my shipmates. . .lost," he said softly, sadly. Then he looked up. "I must go back."

"Back?"

"A vessel. I need a vessel."

She shook her head. "There are none."

"You have no ships?" he asked incredulously.

She shook her head.

"But this is a port city."

"Our ships were lost, or captured. We have small fishing boats, but they would be of no help to you."

"How did you lose your ships?"

"Daeka."

"Who is Daeka?"

"Daeka, killer of the world."

~~~

Tyean healed slowly, unused to the inactivity, he also grew restless and irritable. The healer told Dii that if she didn't find something for him to do soon, he would never heal.

"You want me to what?"

"Train my army," she said calmly.

"What army?"

She led him to the balcony overlooking the courtyard. Beneath them stood several hundred men, all armed with makeshift weapons or weapons too old to be of any use.

Tyean shook his head. "Dii. I need a ship!"

"There is no ship for you, Tyean."

Finally, he agreed to train her army, if she agreed to build him a ship. Secretly, Dii met with her builders.

The healer had been right. With the activity of training her men, Tyean began to heal. Dii found herself watching him from her bedroom balcony as he put her men through their paces. Mesmerized by the play of his muscles as he wielded a sword or fenced with a man, or just lifted and moved something too heavy for one of her men to lift.

"What will you do, majesty?"

Dii turned to her advisory. "What will I do, when?"

"When he leaves?"

She turned back to watch the man below. "He cannot leave."

"But he is from another place, majesty. Surely you cannot hold him against his will."

"Silence!" she snapped, not turning around. "He cannot leave,"she repeated, more forcefully.

Two months later, the ship was finished.

The moment Dii had dreaded came that night.

"Majesty," Tyean said softly as they shared the evening meal in the solitude of her chamber.

She did not look up. "No."

"No?"

"You cannot leave."

"Dii--"

"No!" she said forcefully, slamming her hand upon the table.

"Your spies tell you Daeka and his army move this way. He will be here before the spring. The men you've had me train are good, but they are not a match for your enemy's army."

"So you would run?" she asked, her eyes wide with shock.

"I go for help."

"You flee," she hissed.

"I go for help, Dii."

Hate colored her eyes. "I thought you were my warrior. The sky to my earth!" she spat.

"What?"

She rose from the table and began pacing the room. "There is a legion with my people of how the sky saves the earth from a great disaster. My name means 'earth' in my language. Your name sounds almost like our word for 'sky.'" She turned back to him, waiting for a response.

"You think I am fulfillment of a fairy tale?!"

"I think you are our salvation."

"Dii, I cannot save you with this army. I must go get help."

She shook her head. "You will not return."

"I will."

She shook her head again. "This is too important, Tyean. You cannot leave."

He stole away during the night, taking a dozen men and his ship.

Dii had his guards put immediately to death.

Forty days later, Daeka stood at her country's border.

"Majesty," her gatekeeper said. "What will we do?"

"We will fight."

Suddenly, a clamor rose from outside the walls. The door to the council room opened and a messenger raced in.

"Majesty!" he said, breathlessly. "Daeka's men, they flee."

"Flee? What do you mean, flee? Why?"

"An army of ships have landed, majesty! Hundreds of armed soldiers!"

"Soldiers? Where did they come from?" she exclaimed, racing from the palace.

Once on the wall surrounding her city, she could see the battle below. Daeka's men fell like children's toys beneath the tide of seasoned soldiers.

"Who leads, majesty?" the gatekeeper asked.

At the head of the siege, Dii saw the figure of her dreams. "Waw duh, tian," she breathed in wonder.

~~~~~~

"Damn, Giddy," Justin breathed, blinking back tears.

"I hope that's a good, 'Damn, Giddy'." His friend smiled at him.

"I hated that story." He shivered. "The only thing that could've made it worse would've been a dragon."

Kuschel smiled. "I remember thinking, 'What mush! What's this got to do with what's happening now?!"

Justin smiled back. "It was one of her favorites. She said it was how she felt about my father. For some reason, I didn't get it, until now."

"Being the fulfillment of a prophecy kinda puts all this into perspective, huh?" he said smugly.

But Justin was looking at some point behind Gideon's back.

"Paddy!" he squealed, half-rising from his seat.

"Will you stop!" his friend chided crossly. "I'm not going to fall for that again! How stupid do you think I am? If your Conan was really there, you'd be rocketing past me to plaster yourself along the entire length of his pumped-up front. Or have your lips wrapped around what I know has to be mega poundage. That's what I'd do if that luscious beefcake belonged to me. Even if you won't tell me how big it is, I've got an imagination!" He sighed dramatically.

Evers sat there watching his friend, mischief dancing in his eyes, a 'cat with cream' smile on his face.

Suddenly, Gideon became afraid. "Justin, he really isn't there, is he?"

A deep voice sounded just behind Gideon's ear. "'Luscious' beefcake, is it?"

Gideon gulped audibly. "Damn!" he croaked. "Did I say, beefcake?"

"Yes, Giddy," Justin said, his voice trembling with suppressed laughter. "You said Conan, too."

Gideon's face went scarlet as he scowled at the little snitch.

"Ahh, so you think I'm a barbarian, do you, Kuschel?"

Gideon could feel the man's warm presence all down his back. He turned imploring eyes towards Justin, who was still fighting hysterical laughter and no help at all. "Oh, no. I--"

"And you're interested in my. . .poundage?"

Now poor Gideon's face went pasty.

"You don't think that's a little," Choate pressed closer, "personal?"

Gideon whimpered pitifully, wishing the floor would open and swallow him while he still lived.

Justin's laughter finally bubbled over. "Paddy! You're going to make him cry."

The Marine leaned in close to the terrified man's ear and whispered. "You're a bad boy, Kuschel. You know that, don't you?"

Gideon shook his head, unable to speak.

"Yes you do." The big man's voice deepened in timbre. "And you know what I do to bad boys?"

Gideon shook his head again, his imagination running rampant, causing beads of sweat to form along his skin.

"Want to find out?"

This time, Gideon's shook his head energetically in the negative.

"Then I suggest you say goodnight and go, poof." The last word was spoken with an explosive puff of air in Gideon's ear that made him jump.

"'Later, J.C." the young man stammered and fled in wild terror.

Justin watched his friend's hastily retreating form. "Patrick Choate!" he scolded, stern demeanor ruined by his laughter, "What did you say to him?"

But his lover's attention had shifted to the large canvas on the easel in the center of the room. "What is this?" He asked, moving closer.

"Oh, shit, Paddy! No!" Justin leaped from the couch, snagging the covering cloth from the table, and tried to throw it over the picture.

His lover caught it in midair and tossed it aside.

"You weren't supposed to see it, yet!"

This time Justin launched himself at the big Marine, only to find himself plucked from the air, like the cloth, and settled over Choate's shoulder. A light spank to his rear to keep him still.

"Paddeee, don't look!" Justin whined, hiding his face in the soft material of Choate's shirt. "Why aren't you listening to me?"

The big Marine moved closer. "Because, when you start issuing 'orders' to me, little boy, an alarm goes off in my head."

"Well, it's rude," Evers snapped, raising his head to be heard.

The older man snorted. "No more than rummaging through my desk."

Justin's mouth closed with an audible 'snap' and he lowered himself back into the soft fabric of the shirt he clung to. Well, so much for careful snooping. "I was looking for a pen?" he said softly and received a stinging swat. "Owww."

"Leave spying to the pros, little boy. Your bottom'll thank you."

Justin rested his forehead against the hard muscles of his lover's back and nodded. Then he felt the man shift and turn to get a better look at the portrait.

~~~

Choate stood frozen in awe. There he was, immortalized on canvas, in a field of heather, next to a magnificent black stallion, a mastiff reclining at his feet. Dressed in full Highland regalia, a deep green, velvet doublet covering a dazzling-white shirt, with ruffles at the neck and wrists, his feet and calves are in cased in leather boots, held up by leather bindings and, riding on his hips, a kilt of dark blue tartan, green and royal purple plaid with just a hint of yellow and red, a length of the cloth draped elegantly across his chest and over his shoulder, secured with an ordinate silver and sapphire pin. The detail of design was breathtaking.

His hair brushed his shoulder, caught and tossed by a gentle wind, curling in a dark halo around his head. How did the brat know his hair curled when it grew long? he thought.

The scene suggested he was returning from battle to the highlands. A heavy claymore riding between his shoulders in its scabbard. His eyes, warm and dark brown, seemed mesmerizing, locking you in place. In contrast to his harsh appearance, those eyes are soft, filled with love. . .and wanting.

~~~

"Is this how you see me?" Choate asked, surprised and moved by the portrayal.

"It's one way," Justin mumbled, his face still deeply buried in the cloth.

"One?" He rubbed his hand along the backs of Justin's thighs. "There are others?"

Justin groaned, silently cursing his loose tongue.

"Where are they?"

"No, Paddy!" he protested.

"What have you been doing up here while I was away?" The Marine's curiosity getting the best of his amusement.

"Paddy, this is my private. . ." his protests ended in a surprised yelp, as his mate swatted the fleshy curve of his rump. "Oh, Paddy! No!"

"Show me." He swatted him again, harder this time, but immediately rubbing the sting away with soothing circles.

Justin sighed heavily. Clutching Choate's belt to steady himself, he raised up and reluctantly pointed to a pile of canvases stacked in a corner.

Choate looked back over his shoulder in time to see the hand extended outward. He lowered the small body he carried off his shoulder and set him on his feet.

"Can I go?" he asked, hopefully, clutching great fists full of the agent's shirtfront and looking up into his eyes, imploringly.

"Sit," his lover said sternly, pointing to the couch.

"But Paddy--"

He turned his little love towards the couch and initiated compliance with a swat to his bottom. "Down, imp."

Justin groaned and made a big show of rubbing the roundness of his ass before throwing himself into the designated piece of furniture. "Don't like Marines, Paddy," he said, pouting.

The Chief Aide ignored him as he settled down to flip through the numerous canvases.

There was one with him in an elegant black tux standing on a stone staircase, complete with a red-lined opera cape, white gloves, a cane and top hat. Another, showed him as a pirate, one leg resting on the bow of a great ship, tight black pants, red sash, white shirt, open to the waist, sabre in hand. . .

In another, he was a gladiator, leather skirt of metal studded panels, his chest bare, thick wrist and arm bands, sandals held in place by leather straps that crisscrossed their way to his knees. His bronzed skin glistened with sweat.

"Querido?" The Marine glanced up at the small man curled tightly in the cushions of the couch.

Justin buried his hot face in his hands with a pitiful moan.

"Dulce," he said softly, releasing the paintings and approached the figure huddled in misery.

Evers just shook his head and refused to look up.

Strong hands cupped his face. "Dulce," Choate repeated. "Look at me."

"No, Paddy," he whined, resisting the pull.

The Marine laughed. "Ah, amantito. ¿Qué te dije sobre decirme no a mi?" He pulled again, this time succeeding in lifting the small face to his. "¿Qué hay?"

"I didn't want you to see," Justin said as he averted his eyes.

"¿Por qué no?" With a gentle touch, Choate made him look at his face again. "Why not, amo?"

Justin's complexion had blossomed into a ripe peach, and his eyes glistened.

"Dulce!" Choate lifted Justin bodily from the sofa, bringing him up against his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around him. "Estas avergonzado? You're ashamed? Why?"

Justin buried his face in his lover's shirt and shook his head.

"¡Dígame!" he ordered in a stern, but gentle voice.

Justin shook his head again. "No," he said softly.

"Ah, querido, hay esa palabra, otra vez."

Paddy turned and walked them over to the wall behind them and pressed his little lover back hard onto it. "Qué debe hacer--"

Justin clutched frantically at his lover's shoulders as Choate lifted him higher, pressing him harder against the wall.

Choate leaned forward, supporting the smaller man's weight with his hands, and attached his mouth to the soft flesh just beneath Justin's chin and began worrying it until he felt the whimper. "Para hacer que crees--" Releasing his prize for a moment, he gathered the material of Justin's shirt in strong fingers and pulled until it separated with an audible 'Rrrrriiippp.'

"Paddy--" Justin protested, struggling against the hold. His movements making it easier for the larger man to strip the shreds of clothing from him.

Insistent hands quickly undid the button and zipper of the jeans he wore, and Justin felt himself lifted a little higher and away from the well-muscled body. Choate stripped the pants to the smaller man's knees and gave his a little 'shake'. This allowed the pants to slide down to Justin's ankles. A small kick from the younger man and they landed in a pile on the floor.

Once again, Evers found himself pinned to the wall by the pressure of the large body before him.

Struggling slightly, he almost lost his grip on Choate's shoulders. The Marine lifted him another inch, throwing the young man's legs up behind him, over his shoulders. This caused Justin to lose the hold he had on Choate. Now, all he could do was fling his arms out to his sides, hands flat against the wall and hold on, like a giant gecko. Pushing back against the pressure of his heartmate's crush into his body, as his big Marine settled between his splayed legs bringing his mouth within close proximity of Justin's genitalia.

"Te necesito, estoy locamente enamorado de ti,"he said, his voice deep and rough as he slowly brought his lips to the limp penis dangling just beneath his chin. "Necesito sentir tu cuerpo junto al mio." One hand clasped the sagging tool and brought it to his mouth. "Te amo," he said, drawing the soft flesh into the warmth of his mouth. He closed his lips around the tip and pulled with suction.

Justin slapped at the wall with both hands as he arched his back. "Ohhh, Paddy," he moaned, his head impacting the wall with a muffled thud. "Mmmm," he pushed down at his lover's shoulders with the backs of his knees using the leverage to raise his body higher.

Despite the awkwardness of his position, his hips began to rock gently, bucking his cock deeper into the heat as it began to fill and swell. "Oh, please. Oh, pleasssseee," he began to thrum. "Too fast, Paddy! Wait!" He struggled to slow the tempo, but failed. "So good! Oh! So, good! Missed you! Missed you so much! Paddy! Please! Paddy! Oh!" He began to pant as sensations caused his sense to spiral out of control.

Unable to lean forwards enough to kiss his little love without breaking him in half, Choate reached up with his right hand and pressed its second finger against Justin's mouth. "Chupelo," he ordered gently.

Justin's eyes drifted closed as he parted his lips and took the digit inside. His sucking mimicking Choate's actions on his cock until, he liberally coated the finger with saliva.

"Te quiero," Choate whispered, pulling his finger away.

Justin whimpered, then felt the big hands cup his bottom. His point of balance shifted, taking some weight off his shoulders and upper back.

Then he felt the moistened finger slip into the dark crevice dividing his nether cheeks. Arching his back again, he moaned. "No! Paddy! I will lose my mind!"

Choate touched the very tip of the finger to the dusky, puckered opening and felt the small body he held in his hands tense. Pulling stronger on the now engorged cock in his mouth, he pressed the finger forwards.

"Ummm," Justin hummed. Quickly forgetting his earlier protest, his eyes drifting closed once more as stars exploded behind them.

Pushing the finger in all the way, the Marine used strong suction to bring Justin's entire organ inside his mouth at the same time.

The smaller man cried out, "Paddy!" bucked upward hard and came violently, the resulting shutters almost causing him to lose his grip on the wall.

Choate felt Justin begin to sag. Shifting sideways, he opened the slender legs around his shoulders just a little further earning him a tiny groan of protest as he slid him down the muscular body, sliding his shoulders through the gap. Justin's legs caught on his Marine's hips, and he clutched wildly for a moment to regain his equilibrium. Choate soothed him with a touch, reassuring him without out words.

The older man then bent his knees, bringing one hand from Justin's bottom to his mouth, and spit out the semen he held there. Liberally coating his straining member, he pressed slick fingers into the tight passage, lubricating it also.

Justin bucked, hissing with pleasure at the intrusion, as he clamped his knees around the trim, muscular waist of the Chief Aide for anchorage, abandoning his grip on the wall for a second, balancing himself with his shoulders, he reached out and 'tweaked' both of Choate's nipples between the thumb and index finger of both his hands.

A grunt of surprise rewarded his efforts, as Choate jerked, nearly losing his balance and pitching them both backwards to the floor. He caught Justin's ass in both hands. Spreading the cheeks apart, the agent fitted the hot rock of throbbing, blood engorged flesh against the quivering opening of Justin's dark canal.

Deep-green eyes met warm brown and, in that moment, the figure from Justin's painting seemed to flare to life. His warrior was home from the battlefield. Bloodlust muted, the threat showing clearly on his face. Darkness and danger tempered, but strength and power still radiating from him in waves that the younger man could almost see.

Releasing the hard pebbles of Choate's paps, he once again clung to the wall.

Choate bent lower on his knees as he positioned them both.

Justin panted in anticipation and fiercely willed his muscles to relax as he felt the blunt head of his warrior's lance press against his gateway.

His own cock jumped and twitched in anticipation, pulsing slowly to life as the blood sang through his veins.

"Inside me, Paddy," he begged, shamelessly. "¡Adentro, por favor, amo! Ahora. ¡Prisa! Paddy! OH!"

Choate felt just a moment of resistance from Justin's gatekeeper before he breached the muscle, conquering the castle, sliding home, he sheathed himself to the root.

Justin's cock surged to full erection as he howled his pleasure.

Pinned firmly against the wall by the weight of his lover, the muscles his calves and thighs rested on shifted and bunched in time with the powerful thrusts nailing him to the hard surface behind him.

He hung on for all he was worth, thoroughly enjoying the ride of his life.

"More, Paddy! Tcheeng!" he demanded in Chinese, then translated, "Please! Ngo oi ney!"

It wasn't often his warrior showed this savage side to him. Usually, the big Marine treated him as if he were made of glass. He revelled in the power that surged inside him. Felt the throbbing and the pounding all the way into his chest, until it threatened to change the beat of his heart.

"Harder! I won't break!"

"El mío, dulce!," Choate growled as he thrust savagely, grinding his groin against the tender flesh of Justin's ass. "Mine!" Like the gladiator in one of Justin's portraits, sweat sheened his body as he gave himself over to the pleasure building inside. Opening his eyes, the alluring sight of a thoroughly aroused Justin, coupled with the tight, hot pressure that held his cock prisoner, the sweet suction that pulled at him with each thrust, the agent quickly maxed his peak, plunging violently into the abyss on the other side.

"Yes, waw duh, tian. Nee duh," Justin whispered. Then arched his back as he felt the madness over take him. "Oh, Paddy! Paaaddeeee, OH!" And he erupted like a geyser, sending his hot semen rocketing over his stomach and chest. "Waw duh, di," he whimpered as he folded in on himself.

Choate caught him, easing his legs from his shoulders to let the limp body slide until Justin's feet were on the floor. "Y nada cambiará este," he said as he leaned in and took the kiss he'd wanted to all night.