The young man sat at the kitchen table playing a bastardized game of hearts with himself while listening to his lover just outside the door, puttering around with his truck.

Gideon Kuschel knew nothing about mechanics. He sighed. He didn't really know a heck of a whole lot about anything worth knowing - while Damien Silver Fox seemed to know everything about everything important.

Sometimes he wondered just why a man like Fox bothered with him at all. Maybe it was the awesome sex. The young man sighed again. Truly mind-blowing, flesh-numbing, heart-wrenching, toe-curling sex.

Was that why Fox let him stay around?

The young man didn't feel he could take credit for that, either. He'd had partners before, and the sex had been good, but with Fox. . .with Fox it was always more than good. Better than perfect. Just looking at the man made Gideon come. Hell, everything associated with Silver Fox made Gideon come.

Suddenly, Gideon felt a prickling at the back of his neck. Uneasy with the sensation, he shifted in his seat trying to ease the feeling of tension that seemed to be fast spiraling down his spine. It seemed to radiate throughout his chest, tightening in his stomach. . .turning, he found dark eyes studying him.

"What?" he asked softly, angry that his face so quickly heated, and that another part of his anatomy swiftly followed suit.

He was hopeless. Hopelessly in love.

As if reading his thoughts, Silver Fox smiled. "I was just picturing my Little Rain, his face as smooth and bare as his bottom."

Gideon whimpered as electricity seemed to course across his skin with the images that voice invoked. His bottom was indeed naked, as just the tiniest crescents peeked from beneath the hem of the t-shirt he wore. And that only because, and his face heated even more at the thought, he had purposely pulled the shirt up slightly before sitting in the chair. Purposely exposing his nether cheeks in order to tantalize and entice the light of his life.

Then he heard the words his lover had spoken play again through his mind. "My face?" he stammered.

"Yes."

Gideon rubbed at the sparse hair of his moustache and goatee. "Bare?" he squeaked, suddenly afraid, not caring for the direction this conversation had headed.

"Yes."

"But. . .I like my facial hair."

"Why?"

"Why?" He pouted. "You don't like it?"

Silver Fox eyed the scraggly hair covering his love's face and tried to form a diplomatic answer. "No, Little Rain. It's very unbecoming."

As Fox suspected, his young lover's face dissolved into sadness and his eyes lit with a glisten of tears.

"You think I'm ugly?" he whispered.

"Gideon! You cannot believe that. I think the facial hair is ugly. I'd like my lover clean-shaven."

"But. . .but, I would look like a baby," the young man spat the word in disgust.

"No, mouse. Not a baby. You would look. . .beautiful."

"Beautiful," the young man said in disgust. "Beautiful is for girls!" Kuschel turned his back, pulling the hem of the t-shirt down over his rump. "I want to keep it."

"I have no facial hair, do you think it makes me look less masculine?"

Gideon stared at that face, trying, unsuccessfully to cover the smooth, hard planes with facial hair. "No," he said at last. "But, you are better looking than me," he finished in a sad whisper.

"Little Rain--"

Fox watched as his young lover rose sharply to his feet and fled the room.

Shaking his head. "I never said I was a diplomat," he said softly, as he watched his little love flee up the stairs. "But that hair has got to go."

He waited a sluggish count of ten before slowly climbing the steps.

He found Gideon curled up on his side of their bed. Silver Fox shook his head in wry amusement. His brat had pulled on a pair of briefs to cover one of his best features. Yes, his mouse was in full pout mode now. . .

"Little Rain--"

"Are you going to spank me?" Gideon asked in a soft voice, his face still half buried in the pillow.

So much for defiance. "You think I should spank you?"

"I think you will," he said unhappily.

The dejected tone pulled at Damien's heart. "Why, mouse?"

He answered simply, "Because I won't do what you want me to do."

The big agent shook his head. "I want us to talk about it."

Gideon turned over so he could look into Fox's face. "Why? No matter what, you're going to do it anyway."

Damien came over and sat on the edge of the bed. "That may be true, mouse, but I don't want this to be a fight."

"It wouldn't be much of a fight," Gideon muttered forlornly. "What hope do I have of winning against you?"

Damien took the small face between his hands, the sheer size of them dwarfing Kuschel's features. "I hope the two of us will never be against one another, mouse," the big man said softly. Then leaned down until his lips were but a breath away. "Let me shave you, Little Rain. If you don't like it, you can grow it back and I'll never say anything about it again." He kissed the trembling lips close to his.

Flat, dark eyes studied the strong planes of the stern face. "Promise?" he whispered hopefully.

"Yes, beloved," Damien promised solemnly.

"And you won't laugh at me?"

"I would never hurt you that way." He reached out for Gideon's hand. "Come."

Slowly, the young man placed his hand in the larger one as a blush colored his face. "Where are we going?"

Silver Fox swept him up in his arms. "Just to the bathroom down the hall."

Kuschel gripped broad shoulders. "I'm afraid, Damien."

"Why? Afraid of what, mouse?"

Gideon shook his head.

The agent stopped, shifting the weight in his arms so he could look into the young man's face. "You don't think I'd cut you. Do you?" he asked tentatively.

Gideon's eyes went wide. "No! Never."

Fox walked them from the room and down the hall. "I'm a master with a blade. You won't feel a thing."

Kuschel buried his face in the warm crook of his lover's neck. How could he even begin to explain the fear he had of losing this wondrous man?

"It will be all right, Little Rain," he said laughingly as he kicked open the door to the bathroom. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Trust me."

Slowly, Fox eased the t-shirt from the slender frame, leaving Kuschel standing in the light blue briefs.

Sitting him on the toilet lid, he turned on the hot water and wet a hand towel. Picking it up and squeezing out the excess, he gingerly covered the lower half of the young man's face.

As soon as it touched his skin, Gideon yelped, "Hot!"

"Sorry," Fox whispered and fanned the towel in the air twice before replacing it, then stepped back to strip off his own clothes while giving the beard enough time to soften.

Once naked, Silver Fox opened one of the drawers of the bathroom vanity and withdrew his old straightedge razor. Checking the sharpness with his thumb, he lay it aside and removed a small pair of golden scissors. Closing the drawer, Fox reached up over the sink, opened the cabinet and brought out a bottle of aloe-based shave gel.

"You don't shave," Gideon said in an accusatory tone. "You planned this all along."

Damien fixed his lover with a steady stare. "Yes," he said softly.

The straightforwardness of the admission caused Gideon to blink in helplessly confusion.

Before turning away, Silver Fox slowly unwrapping the towel from Gideon's face and laid it aside.

Taking the nervous young man by the hand, he pulled him to his feet. Then, lifting him by hands under his arms, Silver Fox sat him on the edge of the sink.

"Fox. . ." he squeaked nervously.

The large agent removed the towel and caressed Gideon's cheek before turning back to his shaving instruments. "Shhh, little mouse," he soothed before taking the scissors from the counter.

"Fox. . ." this time the name ended in a sob as tears tracked down a soft cheek.

He turned back to look at the stricken young man. "Do you trust me?"

Dark eyes watched darker ones as a full, soft lower lip crept out in a pout. Barely perceptible, the blond head acknowledged his affirmative with a nod.

The agent smiled as he leaned forward and began to clip away the hairs of his lover's scraggly beard.

By the time he had finished, the backs of both hands were damp with Giddy's tears.

Laying the scissors aside, Fox splashed a bit of cool water on the much loved face before drawing the small body into a tight embrace. Desperately, Kuschel clung to him as he sobbed softly.

After a few moments, the agent guided the young man back to the toilet and placed him on the thick carpet padding the floor in front of it.

Taking the bottle of shaving gel he began lathering his hands. Throwing a leg over the sitting figure, the big man sat on the toilet and leaned forward.

"Fox," Gideon said softly as the large, foamy hands came close to his face.

"Shhh," Fox said tenderly as he smoothed the aloe-laced cream across the prickly stubble on Giddy's cheeks.

Large, young eyes looked beseechingly up into dark older ones that crinkled in the corners as the agent smiled down.

Kuschel adored his lover's smile. It changed the stern lines of the dusky face. Softened it. And Damien didn't smile all that often, so they were precious.

Reaching over, Silver Fox took the razor and opened it. "Close your eyes, Little Rain."

Gideon's eyes went wide as the light glinted off the blade, but hesitated only a moment longer before obeying. After a few moments, he felt his lover move again, then large hands guided him back until his head nestled on the soft padding of a thick towel that rested in the cradle of Damien's lap.

"You must lie very still, Gideon. Do you understand?"

The young man's head moved in a negligible nod.

"Good. It's important that you don't move."

The first contact of the cold blade made Gideon jump, but he quickly recovered and went very still, his eyes meeting his lover's in a silent apology.

Damien nodded once, then, slowly, dragged the razor's sharpness down the almost baby soft cheeks, efficiently taking foam and hair along with it.

Wiping it off on the towel Gideon's head rested on, he quickly backtracked his stroke to remove any hair remaining.

After clearing one side of the face of stubble, Fox leaned down closely to inspect his handiwork. "All right?" he asked gently.

"Hurry," the young man whimpered, tearfully.

The agent shook his head. "Never." Then he kissed the pouty lips before turning Gideon's head to begin shaving the other side of his face.

Slowly, cautiously, Fox followed this procedure all along the planes of his love's face, mindful not to press too hard, careful not to cut the skin or irritate it.

After ending with a long, steady swipe from neck to chin, he wiped the blade clean and laid it aside. Taking a soapy face cloth, Damien quickly wiped it across Gideon's face, ending with another quick swipe of alcohol treated toilettes. Blowing on it to cool the sting.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" the big agent said with a smile of encouragement.

Gideon looked up into Silver Fox's face, meticulously searching for any signs of amusement or scorn. All he found staring back down at him was love and admiration.

"Shower with me?" the agent asked, his deep voice taking on a silky tone.

Gently closing his hand round the smaller, offered hands of his lover's, Silver Fox helped Gideon to his feet, taking pains to keep himself between the young man and the mirror behind them. Turning the small body until it faced away, the agent slid the underwear from the narrow hips and pulled them both into the glass-enclosed shower stall.

Turning on the water to a preset temperature, Fox turned the small body into the spray, wetting him so he could shampoo the blond curls.

Using a bottle of gentle body wash, large hands efficiently dragged through sweaty locks, gliding down the neck and back to cup the gently rounded buttocks.

The young man moaned and hissed as his lover caressed him, his hands tightening into fists with the delicious feeling. Languidly, Gideon turned to face him.

"Let me wash you first," he pleaded in softly hushed tones.

"Mouse. . ." Fox began, confused by his young lover's melancholy.

But Gideon rose up on his toes, stilling his lips with a hard kiss as he took the body wash from the big man and poured some into the palm of his hand.

Gliding the soap across the broad chest, Gideon marvelled at the firmness of the muscles there. Firm now to his touch, but soft as any pillow when he rested on them in the night.

"Mouse. . ." poor Fox began again.

This time, Gideon pinched a nipple between the crooked knuckle of his forefinger and thumb, causing the agent to hiss and growl deep and low in his throat. Otherwise, he remained quiet.

Sliding his hands lower, Gideon trailed over the washboard ripples of tight abs, combing his fingers through the sparse dark hair that started just beneath the navel, and teased at the bludgeon of flesh sprouting from his lover's groin.

Looking up shyly into Damien's eyes, Kuschel trailed his hands around strong flanks, pausing to squeeze water-heated buns a moment, before impishly dipping his fingers into the crevice that divided them.

Before he could reach his goal, strong hands stopped him.

Gripping both the arms he held tightly, Fox spun his lover until he was once again facing away from him and placed both hands on the rail he'd had installed for balance.

Reaching out, Fox took the bath soap and lathered his hands again, washing Gideon's chest, sliding his hands over the cock growing hard against his young lover's groin. Massaging it gently, Damien felt the small body rise up on its toes.

"Mmmm," Gideon mumbled, gripping the metal crossbar hard.

"Not yet," Fox said as he ruthlessly squeezed the tip of the leaking erection.

"No!" Gideon yelped. "Damien."

"No," his lover admonished as he took his free hand and ran it down the trembling flanks and across the rounded ass cheeks.

Pushing his love forward, the agent guided him under the warm water to rinse the soap from his hair. Following the soapy trail as it tracked down the back, he watched until it disappeared into the dark valley that parted Kuschel's bottom.

Gideon spread his legs to gain his balance as Damien ran the edge of his hand up and down the sensitive flesh deep within him. Soon, the agent found he coudl easily slide the longest finger of his hand into that valley.

Gideon moan aloud as his lover massaged him intimately, whimpering as Fox's fingers quickly found what he sought.

A bit of warm water and soap followed the finger and the smaller man shuddered at the sensations, tightening his grip on the railings.

"Oh, Damien," he whimpered as he arched his back to open himself for the warm invader. "That feels. . ."

The agent marveled at how quickly the pucker had loosened around his finger. His little lover really loved love in the shower. One of the reasons he had taken so many pains to make it safe for their. . . escapades.

Releasing the restricting grip he had on Gideon's dick, Fox leaned over with one hand. Taking the bottle of body soap, he dripped some down between Gideon's bottom and massaged the crevice again, making sure he pressed his finger deeply inside on each pass.

Replacing the bottle, Damien used both hands to spread the asscheeks and get at the prize he sought. He paused for a moment, letting the water wash the soap foam away, before sinking down to his knees.

The first touch of tongue in his most intimate of places nearly caused Gideon's knees to buckle.

What was he doing?! Fox had never, ever used his mouth there before. Never. Ever. . . Damien caught the cascade of water from the shower with his tongue and formed a funnel to channel it inside. Young Kuschel groaned as he tightened his muscles. The large agent laughed and slid his tongue across the quivering flesh with a broad stroke.

"Uh. . .Ah," Gideon moaned, but Fox reached around to pinch his erection again. "Ooooo," he whimpered. But the viselike grip remained in place until the urge to climax passed.

The younger man rested his forehead on the tile, the motion pushing his bottom further into Damien's face. The agent took advantage of the opportunity. Using both hands, he spread the plumb cheeks wide. Using his rolled tongue like a wedge, he began to push it inside the spasming opening, in long. . .slow. . .deep strokes. Sliding them wetly against the trembling sphincter until he felt Gideon's hips begin to move.

"Lover," the young man crooned, as he helplessly thrust back against a tongue that seemed to lengthen and thicken until it felt as if it reached right inside him. "Oh, geez. Oh, my. Oh. . .Damien!!"

Gideon's chain of thought dissolved as the agent slid his tongue deep within him. He screamed as he came.

Silver Fox slowly rose to his feet, rinsing his face and mouth in the spray of the shower before kissing his lover's neck.

"All at once," Gideon begged, leaning forward so his butt would jut out just a bit more.

"No."

"Please, Damien. One stroke. Hard."

"No," he repeated darkly as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the narrow chest and pulling the small frame back against him.

"I let you shave me," Gideon whined, shamelessly blackmailing the larger man to get want he wanted.

"Little Rain. . ." Fox began sternly.

"Please, lover." Gideon said the word in Silver Fox's native tongue. "Please. Please. Please."

Damien positioned himself at the opening. "All at once. One stroke. Slowly," he sighed in defeat.

Gideon wiggled his ass, desperately trying to position his dark entrance and his lover's cock. "Damien!!!"

The agent swatted the tempting flesh hard. "Then, when I'm in safely, I'll fuck you hard."

Kuschel yelped at the spank, but went still. Then, he grinned back over his shoulder at his lover. "Till I see stars?"

The big man laughed. "I'll show you a whole galaxy," he said as he lifted the narrow hips a bit to gain entry.

Pushing hard, the mushroom head burrowed past the sphincter like a battering ram, mercilessly forcing the already wide opening wider still.

Gideon failed to suppress a groan as that rock hard pile-driver of his lover's cock seemed to chisel its way into his tender flesh.

More warm water flowed inside as he felt Damien push. The sensation of the makeshift enema and being forced open by that bludgeoning rod of flesh quickly put the young man's senses into overload.

Damien didn't stop his forward motion even as he felt Gideon stiffen. The young man cried out, his second climax ripping through him to splatter against the tile in front of them.

Silver Fox chuckled behind him and kissed Gideon on the neck as the young man hung his head in shame.

"Do you know how good it is to my ego that I can do that to you, Little Rain?" he said, his voice deep and heavy with emotion. He undulated his hips, driving himself deep within his trembling lover. "You make me feel like a god."

"You are even more than that to me," the young man murmured as his knees threatened to buckle.

Fox hooked an arm around the flat stomach and brought him back against his groin.

Bracing his feet again the sides of the tub, Gideon whimpered.

Transferring his hold on his lover from his groin to his chest, the agent plunged in deep with a sharp snap of his hips, the power of the movement bounced the young man nearly an inch up onto his toes.

"Oh, yeah," he hissed. "Again, love," he begged.

And Fox complied enthusiastically.

And Gideon yelped, his own spent erection trying desperately to stir to life once again.

The small man revelled at the power that surged behind him.

Always aware that the big man could snap him like a twig, Gideon loved that Silver Fox took care to be gentle with him. And, while he knew the agent never used his full strength with him, even when he was 'alpha male rough', Kuschel lusted after the 'beast' and loved when his lover gave it to him.

Like he was doing now.

"Damn!" Gideon hissed again, as Fox's thrust lifted him to his toes. He was gonna be so sore in the morning.

Gripping the hand rails again, the younger man tried his best to counter the demanding thrust of his lover without impacting his head with the tile in front of him.

The strokes. The heated water running down his body, entering him with each stroke. The power. The love. The feel of Damien's hands on him. All these sensations worked together to produce the most amazing feeling.

It was incredible.

It was. . .

Suddenly, strong hands tightened their grip and a power grind of hips slammed Gideon into the wall before him.

As Fox jack-hammered into, grunting with the exertion, Gideon clung to the wall and held on for dear life.

"Oh, Fox. Oh, Fox. Oh, Fox," the young man said with each thrust as the force doubled.

It didn't take long before the smaller man heard the hike of breath that precluded his lover's climax.

Hot cum quickly filled him as Fox pinned his love to the wall with one last upward piston of his hips.

The friction and pressure against the wall quickly brought the young man to his own completion.

Knowing his little lover's legs never held out after this many climaxes, Fox quickly caught him before he fell, and carried Gideon from the shower.

Quickly wrapping them both in huge bath sheets, Damien took a towel and began drying blond curls.

After several minutes, Gideon pushed the vigorously moving hands away. "I want to see," he said simply, dark eyes looking into nearly black ones pleadingly.

Damien nodded once, then lowered the towel and watched in trepidation as the young man slowly turned around.

Gideon didn't recognize the face staring back at him from the mirror.

"Well?" Fox asked softly when he could stand the silence no longer.

Tentatively, young Kuschel touched his face. The stranger looking back at him mirrored the motion.

"I. . .I. . .I'm. . ."

"Beautiful?" the big agent murmured.

Gideon's eyes met his lover in the mirror and the young man saw himself reflected through those loving eyes.

"I am?" he whispered in disbelief.

"Too beautiful to be with a savage like me. OWWW!" The agent rubbed at the reddening flesh of his forearm where small, strong fingers had pinched him.

"Don't you ever say that again," Gideon said sternly. "It's not true."

"Yessir," Damien said with a smile.

"What am I gonna do with you," young Kuschel said with a laugh, the grin disappearing at the feral look on his lover's face.

And Silver Fox kissed him.

Then Gideon came, again.

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