Poker Faced

By Hawk 

EMAIL: Hawk

Rating: FRAO

Summary: Harper loses something precious in a poker game. Can he retrieve it unharmed?

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Shaking slightly Harper punched the access codes to the Andromeda Ascendant into the control panel on the Eureka Maru. He flew the Maru onto the Hangar Deck and shut her down. Steeling himself he opened the hatch and took a look around. // Whew! No one here. They must not have noticed me coming in. // Harper peeled off his boots and carrying them in his arms began making his way, nearly soundlessly, down the corridor to his quarters. // Almost there… // Harper sighed.

Just then Rommie strode around the corner. Harper squeaked in surprise as he came to a halt just in front of her. She stood looking at him with her arms folded across her chest. "Found him, Beka." She spoke to the air and Harper gulped.

"Coming. Keep him there." Beka's voice was tinny over the com unit.

"Aye." Rommie stared at Harper as if she thought he would disappear if she looked away or at least try to.

"Look Rommie. I'm tired, okay? I just want to go to bed. See you in the morning." Harper smiled nervously and tried to duck around the android. She caught him by the scruff of the neck and held him tightly.

As Harper struggled to free himself from Rommie's grasp Beka strode around the corner. Tyr was a couple of steps behind her. "Harper! Where is Dylan?"

Harper stopped struggling. "Dylan?"

Beka put her hands on her hips. "Yeah… Dylan. You know Dylan. About that big, light brown hair, blue eyes. Oh yeah… he is also know as the Captain!"

"Oh yeah! Dylan…" Harper giggled nervously. He thought he would throw up he was so nervous. "Why should I know where he is? I just got back from the planet."

"I know that Harper." Harper smiled smugly. "I also know that Dylan went with you. He told me was going to keep an eye on you." Harper's face fell. "Now. Tell me where Dylan is."

"Put me down!" Rommie let go of Harper and he straightened his clothing indignantly. He glared at the assembled crew members. "I don't know where Dylan is." Rommie reached for him again and he backed away from her grasp. He looked up at the feel of an imposing structure at his back. His backside was nestled in the crook of Tyr's massive thighs. Tyr looked down at him with a scowl on his face and Harper gulped.

"Dylan went to the planet with you. What do you mean you don't know where he is?" Beka was nearly growling in her effort to stay calm.

"I lost him." Harper mumbled into the floor.

"You lost him." Beka sighed loudly. "How did you lose him?" Harper mumbled something. "Excuse me? Speak up Harper!"

Harper raised his head and looked at Beka. "I lost him in a poker game!"

Harper's pronouncement was met with stunned silence followed by mocking laughter from Tyr. "Oh this is rich, boy. This is very rich. I guess I will have to go rescue the good captain. Where can I find him?"

"I wasn't kidding, Tyr. I have no idea where Dylan is."

Beka took a step forward as if to strike him and he shrunk back against Tyr. "Tell us what happened, Harper… so we can go find him."

Harper took a deep breath and began his tale…

"We were at the Nuclear Holocaust. It… it's a bar I like to visit when we are in these parts. Dylan was looking for a place to relax… he's had a lot of stress lately… and I thought this would be good for him.

Anyway… we went in and I greeted the bartender like always. He's a friend. His name is… it doesn't matter… sorry.

So… we got a table along one wall and I ordered a couple of drinks. I noticed a couple of men at the bar… they were looking us over real carefully. I mentioned it to Dylan but he didn't seem to find them very intimidating and said not to worry about them.

Well… then the bartender brought us our drinks and said them men I was talking about were looking for a game of poker. He knew I played because I usually found a game when I went there and were we interested. I said I was but Dylan didn't want to play. He told me to go ahead… you know Dylan… so I accepted and we moved to another table in the back to begin the game.

We had a few drinks. I noticed Dylan didn't handle his very well…. Thought he must've been really wiped out, I mean… I've seen the man pound back more than that before and yet he was stupid drunk after a couple of drinks! Sheesh…

Oh yeah… the story… sorry. Anyway, after three… or maybe four drinks Dylan was asleep at the table and I was winning… big! I was so excited about the game that I almost didn't realize when I started to lose. And then I was down to my last throne… and I knew I had the winning hand… a full house - kings over nines. I had to win back all the money I had lost… I told the man I had the winning hand and he said 'too bad. I didn't have enough money left to see the bet… and what else did I have that I could use as collateral?' I told him I didn't have anything else and he laughed. He said 'You have him' and pointed at Dylan, still sleeping like a baby at the table.

I never would have done it but I knew I had the winning hand. I just knew it! So I said okay. The man pulled out a piece of paper and wrote out a contract… and I signed it. I threw it in the pot and turned over my cards with this stupid grin on my face…

And then he turned his over… he had a royal flush… he freaking beat me! I couldn't believe it! I told him he was cheating… and the bartender had to pull me off him. Any way he and his partner stood up, calm as you please. He picked up his winnings and turned from the table. His partner picked up Dylan, threw him over his shoulder and stalked out of the bar.

As soon as I could get away from the men holding me back I ran outside… but Dylan was gone. I looked around for hours… and found no sign of those guys… then I came back here.

That's it… that's how I lost Dylan."

Harper looked around at his companions. They all looked stunned. Suddenly Tyr began to laugh. The others looked at him like he was crazy. "You have to admit. Dylan… lost in a game of cards… it's funny." They shook their heads at him and he sobered. He sighed. "Okay. Let's go to command. We will have to track him and get him back."

"How?"

"Dylan has an implanted communications device in his neck. He also has traceable nanobots in his body. Let's use the Andromeda's computers to find him and then I will go and retrieve him."

"I can do that. I don't need to sleep. You get some rest and I will wake you when I find Dylan."

The crew dispersed. Rommie headed to the command deck to begin her search and the rest of the crew headed their separate ways.

Hours later Trance wandered onto the command deck. "Anything yet?"

"How did you…?"

Trance smiled. "It isn't important. Have you found him yet?"

"No. There is not a trace of him… not on the planet or anywhere in this quadrant."

"His com implant?"

"Nothing…"

"Nanobots?"

"Not a signal anywhere. Trance, he is simply gone."

"He can't be…He is out there somewhere. We just have to find him."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Dylan awoke with a groan. He pushed himself up onto his hands. He shook his head and heard a low chuckle sound behind him. He spun around quickly and nearly lost his balance, falling back to one elbow. The man was seated in shadow. All Dylan could see were the tips of his black leather boots gleaming in the pale light.

"Who are you?" He was met with silence. "Where am I?" Still nothing.

Dylan sat up. He took in his surroundings. He was in a black room, decorated with gleaming silver chains. It was almost Medieval in appearance... dungeon-like... except for the large four-post bed he was lying on. It was made of a dark mahogany wood and was covered in black silk sheets that felt cool to Dylan's naked flesh. // No shirt or shoes… at least I still have my pants… What's going on here? Did I…? Nah… I would have remembered… I think. // Upon further examination Dylan noticed the chains hanging from each of the four corner posts of the bed. He blushed at the implications and swallowed heavily. // What the…? // He reached up and felt of the thick collar affixed around his neck. He searched for a clasp and found none. His heart raced… He then noticed the wide bands at his wrists. Again, there were no clasps to be found.

Dylan pushed himself backward and stood by the bed. He reeled slightly. // Drugged… but how? // Then he remembered the bar. // Shit! I was set up… but why? // He turned unsteadily toward the man seated on the other side of the room. "Show yourself."

The man gestured and two shadows detached themselves from either side of where he sat. Dylan watched as the shadows became men… very large men. They approached him and he backed against the side of the bed. He looked around frantically for a means to escape and, finding none he stood and faced his opponents. He put up a brief but valiant struggle before he found himself shackled by the wrists to the large bed, his arms stretched wide, his chest heaving. He braced his feet wide and pulled with all his might but to no avail. The chains would not give.

"Who are you and what do you want from me?"

The man in the chair stood with a fluid-like grace and stepped out of the shadows. "Charlemaigne Bolivar! What is the meaning of this?"

Charlemaigne sauntered toward him with a feline grace. He smiled a predatory smile that made a shiver run up Dylan's spine. Dylan pulled on his bonds once again making Charlemaigne laugh. He stepped close to his captive and ran a hand down his bare chest. Dylan pulled back but had no place to go. Charlemaigne stepped closer, crowding Dylan against the edge of the bed. "You're mine Captain Hunt… Dylan." His voice was silky with seduction.

"Excuse me?" Dylan laughed. "I don't belong to anyone."

"I have a contract to prove it…"

"What? What contract?"

"Your engineer… Harper is it?… lost you in a card game. Would you like to see the contract?" Charlemaigne pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and held it up in front of Dylan long enough for him to see Harper's scrawled signature and his own name.

Dylan growled. "You set me up!"

"Yes."

"They'll find me."

"No. They won't. This place is shielded from all transmissions and probes. Your collar, while turning me on immensely, also serves as a shield for your communicator. Your crew will not find you until I want them to find you."

Dylan bunched his muscles against his bonds and growled again. "Why are you doing this? I thought we were allies."

"Didn't Tyr ever tell you to never trust a Neitzchean?" Charlemaigne ran his hand over Dylan's heaving chest once more and chuckled low in his throat. "Actually we have a little problem, Dylan."

"You mean besides these?" He pulled on his shackles again.

"We have a little situation, you and I. You see… you fucked my wife… and I fucked my wife… We seem to have a little love triangle here."

"I slept with Elsbet before she was your wife. It was just…"

"Quiet Dylan and let me finish. Believe me, I'm not angry because you slept with my wife when you were supposed to be bringing her to me for our wedding… I just think the triangle needs to be completed."

"What?"

"You slept with Elsbet… Elsbet slept with me…" Dylan's eyes widened as his mind filled in the ending of Charlemaigne's thought just before he spoke the words. "The only pairing left… is me… fucking you. I have been looking forward to it for such a long time, Dylan." He ran his hands around behind Dylan and kneaded his ass. Dylan stiffened in his arms and Charlemaigne laughed. "This is going to be such fun."

Charlemaigne stepped back and looked Dylan over, running his eyes up and down his frame making Dylan blush. "I think you aren't as dead set against this as you claim to be Dylan."

"I don't know what you're talking about Bolivar."

Charlemaigne stepped close to Dylan once again and put his hand on Dylan's crotch, fondling his forming erection. "I think you are more receptive to this idea than you let on."

Dylan blushed again. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"How about this, Hunt?" Charlemaigne cupped Dylan's erection in his palm and with the other hand unzipped Dylan's pants. He then reached into his trousers freeing the other man's erection. He then pushed those pants down over Dylan's hips making him groan in the back of his throat.

"You don't want to do this…"

"Oh yes I do." Charlemaigne reached into the pocket of his jacket. He fondled something with his fingers then brought it out in his fist. "Did my wife tell you anything of Neitzchean love toys, Dylan?" Dylan just stared at him. "No? Then I will tell you. Love rings… ever heard the term? They are… quite progressive… and extremely stimulating." He opened his palm, holding his hand flat in front of Dylan's face. "My people keep slaves… many kinds of slaves. I know you have heard stories of our workers, but have you heard of our pleasure slaves? No? Well, slaves are not always the most responsive of bed partners as you can well imagine. Therefore, one of my people designed the love ring. When placed thusly…" He bent down and fastened the ring around Dylan's penis much in the same way a regular cock ring was used, pulling the sac forward and fastening the ring behind. Dylan flinched but refused to give Charlemaigne the satisfaction of saying anything. "…It renders the slave… in this case you… unable to resist his passion. Quite the ingenious device."

Dylan had heard of the device. Rhade had mentioned it and he had thought his first officer was lying… until Elsbet showed him the one she was carrying. He refused the offer saying he didn't need it. Charlemaigne was not giving him that option.

"Squeeze." Dylan grunted at the change in tension of the device. "Release." Charlemaigne chuckled at the look of relief on Dylan's face. "Works like a charm, I see." Dylan glared at him. "Want to see what else it can do?" Dylan's eyes opened wide. "Pulse…" The word was whispered, silky and seductive. The ring responded and Dylan groaned at the sensations rocketing through him as the ring tightened and released with a steady rhythm.

"Charl… Oh God! You do not want to do this!" Dylan threw his head back at the sensations flowing through him.

"Stop." Dylan groaned aloud again as the pulsing of the ring stopped. He was rock-hard and in agony. "But I do want this, Dylan… you have no idea just how much I want to do this." Charlemaigne dropped to his knees in front of the bound man and cupped Dylan's erection in his hand. Dylan hissed through his teeth.

"Don't do this… ahhh…" He groaned again as Charlemaigne took him in his mouth. He licked and suckled Dylan's erect cock sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his body. Charlemaigne's cheeks hollowed as he drew on the erect penis filling his mouth. He deep throated Dylan as his other hand wandered around behind the bound man. He rimmed Dylan's hole and then finger fucked him as he laved and licked his cock. His thrusts rubbed against Dylan's prostate again and again sending Dylan over the edge of ecstasy. He screamed as he came forcefully in Charlemaigne's eager mouth. The blond licked and suckled, drawing every last drop of cum from the man before him.

Charlemaigne pushed against Dylan, seating him on the edge of the large bed as Dylan's knees buckled. He then released the chains holding Dylan's arms. He pushed Dylan back down as he started to rise. "Don't. Those are inertial restraints you are wearing. I prefer the chains for… aesthetic reasons, but I will use the other if I need to." He ran his free hand through Dylan's hair making Dylan shudder from the contact. "I want you Dylan and I mean to have you."

"Don't do this…" Dylan looked up at the man standing in front of him and Charlemaigne laid his finger on Dylan's lips, silencing him.

"I will do this, Dylan. It would be so much better for you if you would let yourself enjoy it." Charlemaigne turned and picked up a couple of wine goblets from a small table. "Drink, Dylan?" He took a sip then held the other cup to Dylan's lips. Dylan drank deeply, not looking directly at Charlemaigne. For that reason he missed the look of victory that crossed the other man's face.

After a minute Dylan shook his head. He was feeling dizzy, disoriented. He looked up at Charlemaigne and, seeing the contented smirk that adorned the other man's face he knew… knew he had been drugged. "Why?"

Charlemaigne made a show of putting the cups back down on the table. "It won't hurt you, Dylan. It's merely a mild aphrodisiac… something to help you to relax and enjoy your time here." He sauntered over to the bed and pushed Dylan back against the silk sheets. He wrestled Dylan's pants down and drew them off his long legs then he sat up, admiring the man that lay naked before him.

Dylan's eyes were heavy-lidded, the pupils dilated. Charlemaigne stripped off his clothes, dropping them carelessly on the floor. Dylan watched his every move, his cock twitching in response as each item hit the floor.

Charlemaigne crawled onto the bed, moving like a cat. "Do I make you hot, Dylan? Are you as hot for me as I am for you?" Charlemaigne kissed Dylan, thrusting his tongue deep within the other man's mouth. Quite against his will Dylan snaked a hand up and captured the back of Charlemaigne's head, pressing even harder against him.

"You taste so good…" Dylan sighed and licked his lips suggestively and Charlemaigne chuckled.

Charlemaigne helped Dylan move to the center of the bed then reached up to fasten his wrists with the chains hanging from the bedposts. "You don't have to do that…"

Charlemaigne raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Are you saying you like this, Dylan? That you want to be here with me?" Dylan turned his face away and refused to answer the question. His brightly burning cheeks belied his reticence, however and Charlemaigne laughed as he finished fastening the chains to Dylan's shackles. "You may be okay with this now, but the chains really turn me on. I think they turn you on too…" Charlemaigne looked pointedly at Dylan's growing erection as Dylan growled low in the back of his throat. He knelt between Dylan's parted thighs then leaned forward and kissed him. After a few minutes of reaming Dylan's mouth with his tongue he pulled back. Both men were breathless.

"Are you ready for me, Dylan? Are you ready to be fucked?" Charlemaigne leaned over and picked up a tube of lube.

Dylan's eyes grew wider as he watched his soon to be lover get ready to fuck him. He watched Charlemaigne reach down between his open thighs and felt him slip a well-lubed finger inside him, wriggling it around to ease his passage open. Dylan closed his eyes and arched his back as Charlemaigne slipped a second finger inside, scissoring them back and forth, stretching him for what was to come. He tensed at the sensations rippling through him and heard Charlemaigne murmur to him to relax. He shook his head from side to side. "Can't…" His breath was coming in great gasps as he fought the sensations flowing through him.

"Relax Dylan. You're almost ready for me…" The voice was a whisper, mesmerizing him and he felt a third finger slide into his passage. "Oh God Dylan. You're so tight… so hot. Are you ready for me, lover?" Charlemaigne poised himself above Dylan and pulled the other man's legs up and over his shoulders, opening him wide. "Open your eyes, Dylan. I want you to watch me fuck you. I want to see the ecstasy fill you. I want to watch you surrender to me as I pleasure you."

Dylan opened his eyes and felt Charlemaigne place his penis at the entrance to his ass. He eased in slowly, allowing Dylan to become accustomed to the sensation of being filled. He was patient as Dylan's muscles stretched to allow him entrance. He paused as Dylan winced then eased deeper as he felt him relax around his length. He pulled on Dylan's hips, stretching him to the limits of his tethers and burying himself balls deep inside the man under him.

Dylan moaned as new sensations rocketed through him. He arched into Charlemaigne's touch, pulling his cock deep into his body. Pleasure rolled over him in waves as Charlemaigne rubbed his prostate over and over again. "Faster…"

Charlemaigne threw his head back, the cords of his neck standing out in his effort to take Dylan slowly over the edge. "Slowly Dylan. I want this to last." Charlemaigne continued to move, forward and back, in and out… slowly, drawing the pleasure out until it was as close to pain as he could stand. Then he picked up his pace until he was slamming into the man beneath him. "Pulse…" The whisper sent a shiver up Dylan's spine and he nearly screamed as the Neitzchean love ring began to pulse in time to his heartbeat.

His breath was coming in great gasps, timed to Charlemaigne's thrustings. He could feel himself edging ever closer to the great abyss. "Oh god… Charl…" The men yelled out as they both peaked together.

Charlemaigne slumped forward, lying on top of Dylan. He sighed as he slipped out of Dylan and his legs settled his on either side of his body. "Gods Hunt… that was fantastic. Now I know what my wife was raving about." He chuckled as he reached up and unfastened the chains binding Dylan's wrists then remove the condom he had donned at the start of this. Through it all Dylan was silent. Charlemaigne pushed himself up on his hands to look at his lover. "Are you okay Hunt?"

Dylan blushed and turned his head so he wouldn't have to look at the man who had just fucked him. Charlemaigne turned his head back so he was facing him. "Look at me Dylan. I need to know that you are okay."

"I'm fine. It's just…"

"Just what?"

"I've never… felt like this. I've never…"

"Fucked a man? Kinda tough to stay away once you've tasted the pleasure." Charlemaigne laughed and sat up. Dylan winced and pushed himself up to sit beside him. He reached out and ran his hand down the side of Charlemaigne's chiseled jaw. "Sore? It will lessen…"

Dylan placed a finger over the other man's lips, silencing him. He gasped as Charlemaigne pulled that finger into his mouth, suckling it gently. Dylan pulled his hand away then leaned closer and kissed him. Charlemaigne's eyes opened wide in surprise then he laughed.

"You find this funny? You started it…" Dylan pushed the other man back and raised himself over him. He lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on the tip of Charlemaigne's cock. It twitched in response and Dylan smiled. He took the organ deep into his throat and started suckling and licking.

"Oh shit Hunt! You sure you've never…?"

"Shut up Bolivar or I'll stop."

"Shutting up… oh yeah." He laughed then gasped as Dylan bent to his task once again.

Hours later as the men lay cuddling in the large bed Dylan voiced something that had been plaguing him since he had awoken in Charlemaigne's bed. "I have to get back…"

Charlemaigne chuckled. "I don't think so. That contract is legal and binding. I own you for two more days…"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The two days passed in a blur of sensual overload. Dylan felt sensations like he had never felt them before. He was content. "Time's nearly up, lover." He looked up to see Charlemaigne standing over him. He saw his wrists chained to the frame of the bed and he looked at his lover quickly.

"Charl? What's up with…" He fell silent as he noticed the hypo-spray gun in Charlemaigne's hands. He began to struggle against the chains holding him.

"Lie still Dylan." Charlemaigne leaned over Dylan and kissed him. Dylan twisted away. "This is for the best, Dylan. I don't think it is in your best interest, or mine, to have you found here. We have a couple of hours left until your contract expires and I mean to use them to get you to a safer place… someplace that your crew will be able to understand you being in. They have been frantically searching for you for the past three days. It won't take them long to hone in on your nanobot signals once you are out of this place. Be well lover. We will have to do this again sometime…" Charlemaigne leaned over the bound man and kissed him, then Dylan felt the press of the hypo-spray gun at his neck just before Charlemaigne pressed the trigger, sending him into oblivion. As he sank into darkness he thought he heard Charlemaigne's voice. "Until next time…"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The Madam opened the back door leading into the alley as a discrete knock sounded. She stepped back to admit two burly men carrying a long metal cylinder. Her eyes opened wide and one of the men looked at her with distaste. "You said you were okay with this. My employer will adequately compensate you for your trouble."

"He's in there?" She gestured toward the sylinder.

"Yeah. It's shielded. My employer told you certain people were looking for him. As soon as he is removed from this his friends will be all over this place. Post guards on his room and flash the contract around. It's legal and binding. They are persistent, though so you will have to decide how long you wish to fight to keep him. The money in here should be enough to buy my employer at least a couple of hours to get out of the star system." The man handed her an envelope, which she clasped to her breast.

"Tell your employer the contract will expire before he leaves this place. Follow me." The Madam led the way up the back stairs and down a long corridor. She opened a door a short way along the corridor and stepped aside to let me men enter. They looked around at the ostentatious décor and smiled. This room was perfectly suited for their plans. The men moved around the room placing small black boxes in each of the corners. They activated them one by one then turned to the Madam.

"These are shields. Their power will last approximately three hours. After that you will be vulnerable to the probes this man's friends are scanning this planet with."

The capsule was on the bed and they opened the clasps that held it closed. The Madam gasped at the sight of the unconscious man lying in there. She startled as one of the men spoke. "I'll lift him, you move the capsule."

"Go…"

One of the men reached into the capsule and lifted Dylan into his arms. His naked limbs hung limply. The other man moved the capsule from the bed and pulled the covers from the bed. Dylan was placed on his back on the bed. He was still wearing the wide collar Charlemaigne had placed around his neck to shield his communications implant. The men tied Dylan's arms and legs to the four posts of the bed using the silk scarves already tied there. They chuckled as they turned to leave. This guy ought to have a blast while he was working off the end of his contract. On their way out they handed a hypo-spray gun to the Madam of the house. It was filled with a combination stimulant and aphrodisiac. "Use this to wake him up. He should be cooperative as long as you leave him tethered."

The Madam thanked them absentmindedly as she stared at the naked man bound to the bed before her.

*~*~*~*~*~*~**

Dylan opened his eyes and groaned at the sensations assailing him. "Charl…" He looked up into the face of a stranger. // What the…? // His surroundings were unfamiliar. He was in a plushly appointed room and bound to the bed with silk scarves. // How did I get here? // He moaned again as the woman atop him moved against him.

"Oh yes!" She pulled him along, sucking him into her passion. He hips moved with a compelling rhythm and he arched into her. His breathing grew ragged as he drew ever closer to release. They climaxed together and the woman collapsed on top of him. "Thanks lover…" She gave him a lingering kiss and slid off of him, leaving him aching and alone.

Dylan drifted on the drugs in his system for a few minutes. Soon he was joined by another very lovely, very willing woman and he realized he was already hard and waiting for her.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"I have him." Rommie looked up from the console she was working at. "I swear he wasn't there just a minute ago… Now the signals are strong."

"Let's go get him. Tyr, you're with me." Beka and Tyr left the command deck together, heading to the Maru. "Patch Dylan's coordinates through to me, Rommie."

"Aye Beka."

"Thanks." Beka buckled into the Maru's pilot chair and prepared the ship for departure.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Are you sure these are the correct coordinates Rommie?"

"Yes Beka. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Beka out." She and Tyr were standing in front of a brothel. She looked up at the building once again then shrugged. Tyr laughed and they entered the building.

"Here we've been looking all over the planet for him and he's been getting his rocks off for four days."

"Shh Tyr! Let's just find him and get out of here."

"Whatever you say, Captain Valentine."

Beka glared at him and kept moving deeper into the building. She was pretty creeped out by the fact that they hadn't seen anyone in the building yet. Something just didn't feel right. They looked around on the first floor then Beka motioned to the stairs. Tyr nodded and they started up. There was a small landing at the top of the stairs and they paused there. Beka peeked around the corner and found herself looking the length of a long deserted corridor. As she watched a woman walked out of one of the rooms. She pulled her robe closed, turned and blew a kiss into the open door and ran down the corridor away from where they were standing.

"Let's go. There's someone in the fourth room on the left."

"Right. Let's go."

They moved quietly down the corridor to the room Beka had seen the woman exit. They peeked around the door and Tyr started laughing. Beka poked him in the ribs. "Shut up, Tyr. Come on. Let's get him home." She holstered her weapon and entered the room. Try followed.

Beka walked up to the bed and looked down at the sleeping man lying there. A blue silk sheet covered him, and from what she could see, he was most likely naked beneath it. Beka cleared her throat softly and looked away from Dylan. "Uh, Tyr. I'm gonna… wait in the hall. You better wake him up and… get him dressed. I'll… let Rommie know he's okay." She blushed and left the room. Tyr's laughter followed her out of the room.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Dylan sat at the desk in his office. He held his head in his hands. He could still hear Tyr's laughter in his head. The laughter echoed in his mind. The taunts he could bear. The memories… they were another matter. He caressed the leather band he held in his hands. He could still feel its pressure as it caressed his neck. He set the leather band on his desk and pick up the other, much small object. His cock jumped in memory of the feel of the Neitzchean love ring as it caressed him. Charlemaigne must have slipped it into the pocket of his pants before he dumped him in the brothel. It, along with the collar, was a vivid reminder of what he had really been doing for the past four days. These items, along with the pleasurable ache he still felt, served as proof of his wildest fantasies come true. Dylan smiled at the empty room. "Until we meet again."

The End